Yes, it would be interesting to see him die.
He reached the ridge some ten minutes later. The sentries positioned near the bottom saluted him and immediately stepped out of his way. Most soldiers were quick-witted enough to know that one did not stand in Orril D"Marr"s way for very long. As he walked between them, the young officer smiled lazily at the taller of the two. The man"s eyes widened, then looked away. Once past, D"Marr dropped the smile and forgot them completely. They were nothing to him. Only one man among all those who had become part of this desperate venture had earned his respect and obedience . . . not to mention his fear.
As he neared the top, a snarling sound made him look up. A savage creature the size of a small dog but built more along the lines of a giant rat peered down at him. Its ugly face was flat, almost as if at birth someone had pushed it in, and when the jaws opened, there were jagged teeth everywhere. When D"Marr came almost within reach, it snapped at him. The mask of boredom slipped from his visage as the Aramite silently cursed the animal and swatted at it with one mailed hand. Still snarling, his furry adversary trotted back several steps. D"Marr hated verloks and would have gladly done away with this one save that it was his master"s pet. Only Lord D"Farany would ever consider such a vicious creature for a plaything.
No longer with an advantage, the verlok trotted back to its master. D"Marr took a moment to both catch his breath and organize his thoughts. He stared at the backside of the Pack Leader, who stood at the opposite edge of the cliff gazing out at the sea. The evening wind whipped Lord D"Farany"s cloak like some mad dervish, but otherwise the master raider was as still as stone.
The Aramite commander was alone, but as D"Marr strode toward him, he heard D"Farany"s voice.
"Can you feel it? So very near yet so far. The land fairly glows with power . . ."
D"Marr came within arm"s reach of his commander and knelt beside him. The verlok moved away, glaring. "My lord."
"You killed him, D"Marr."
He glanced around to see if somehow he had missed someone else, someone who could have informed Lord D"Farany about his mistake. There was no one. The anxious raider looked down at the ground. Time and time again he reminded himself that his master was no longer a keeper, no longer one of the Aramite sorcerers whose souls had been tied to the wolf raiders" savage and very real G.o.d, the Ravager. When their G.o.d had abandoned them just prior to the revolt, he had taken his gifts with him. That had meant madness and death to most of the keepers, for the power of the Ravager had used as much as it had been used. It had enslaved them to the will of the wolf G.o.d. Without it, the survivors had become as helpless as newborn pups . . . all of them save Ivon D"Farany.
D"Marr realized he had not yet responded. "Yes, my lord."
"You were overzealous."
"I was, my lord."
"Rise, Orril, and join me." The Aramite commander had still not shifted his gaze from the sea. D"Marr stood up and waited, knowing that his master would speak when he chose to.
More than a minute had pa.s.sed before Lord D"Farany finally commented, "From here, they still resemble hunters, don"t they Orril?"
It took D"Marr the s.p.a.ce of a breath or two to understand what his master meant. Then his eyes fixed upon the three ma.s.sive ships that had carried the wolf raiders this far. It was true; they still did resemble the hunters they had once been. Tall, black, and, despite their great size, as swift as any other vessel sailing the seas.
And swift enough to carry us away from the revolt while our tails still hung between our legs . . ."They"ve served us well, my lord."
"And suffered because of us."
"Yes, sir." Suffered, indeed. From a distance they might still resemble the terrors of the sea they had once been, but up close the ravages of the empire-wide revolt became all too evident. The sails had been patched so many times that there were now more patches than original sail. Scorch marks and cracked timber on the hull spoke of the accuracy of the enemy"s weapons. On board, it was even worse. Most of the rails were either broken or completely missing. There were still gaping holes in the decks because there was no longer enough material with which to repair them. Aboard one vessel, the crew had barely managed to secure the main mast after one strike had nearly torn it free. It was a wonder the raiders had made it so far with only a few losses at sea.
The three ebony ships were hunters no longer. They were merely shadows now.
"Scuttle them. Tonight."
"My lord?"
The raider commander turned then. D"Marr swallowed. Lord D"Farany had not escaped the madness that had taken his fellow keepers and the vestiges of that madness remained forever a part of his countenance. His skin was pale, almost white, and there were scars, insufficiently hidden by a short, well-groomed beard, where he had tried to claw his own skin off during that period. Three days of screaming had left his lipless mouth forever curled upward at the ends, making it seem as if the former keeper found the world around him ever amusing. Worst of all, though, were the eyes, for they never seemed to focus, yet somehow they snared one"s attention, forced one to look at them. To D"Marr, to whom the world was an enemy ever needing to be watched, being bound to stare into those eyes and those eyes alone was sheer horror.
"Scuttle them. Tonight. They deserve to rest." The eyes drifted to the direction of the sea but did not quite reach it.
"Y-yes, my lord." D"Marr found himself shaking as he broke contact. Then his fear faded as he contemplated what the Pack Leader"s command truly implied. They would be trapped here, then. They would be forced to not only survive, but to strengthen themselves as swiftly as possible. They would have to make this realm theirs or perish.
It did not occur to D"Marr to protest, to refuse the order. One did not question the Pack Leader. It was not the Aramite way. "I will do it myself, my lord. There"s something I wish to test and this will give me the chance."
"You should have been more careful, Orril," Lord D"Farany said, switching back to the previous subject as was often his habit. He snapped his fingers. The verlok came trotting over to him. Reaching down, the Pack Leader took the monstrosity in his arms. It growled quietly as he began to stroke it, the closest it could come to a purr. "This . . . this . . . Quel . . . was valuable."
Here was his chance to redeem himself. "Yes, my lord, he was. More so than we could"ve ever realized."
The hand stroking the backside of the verlok paused. Pale, gray eyes shifted to a spot just to the side of the officer"s head. Not a word was said, but D"Marr still knew that he had just been commanded to speak.
"I know now where the surface entrance to the caverns lies, my lord," he began. "The entrance to the city of the underdwellers. To their power. All the searching in the world would not have uncovered it, Lord D"Farany. It"s extremely well hidden."
"But you can find it."
"Yes, my lord. Easily."
Nodding his approval, the Pack Leader turned away. D"Marr, however, did not take that as a signal that he had been dismissed. He knew his master too well to a.s.sume such a thing.
"Tomorrow, then. You will lead the search."
"As you desire." Despite his hatred of the heat and the blinding sunlight he would be forced to suffer, the young raider was pleased. The glory would be his, not the blue man"s.
"There is something else, is there not?"
Something else? D"Marr could not recall anything of significance other than what he had reported. The location of the monster"s home had been his only trump card, the only one he had thought necessary.
"What of the dragon, Orril?"
The dragon! How could he have forgotten? The dragon who ruled here had been the only worrisome question, the only threat to the advancement of their plans.
"The Dragon King will be of little concern to us, my lord. This one hides in his citadel and never comes out. This I learned through the Quel. So long as we do not seek to enter, he and the handful that make up his clan will not bother with us. We may do as we please. All he seems to do is watch. Watch and do nothing." The last statement was pure conjecture on the Aramite"s part, but it made sense to him. The Crystal Dragon apparently cared not who trespa.s.sed in the region that was supposedly his so long as he was left alone. "So we may proceed and the dragon may be left for later when we are more secure in our power."
Lord D"Farany did not immediately respond. Instead, he turned slowly back to his subordinate and, for the first time since D"Marr had joined him, fixed his eyes on the young officer. The verlok grew oddly still, as if as frightened as D"Marr. "You had best be correct in your a.s.sumption, Orril. The dragon cannot be taken lightly. He could not have lived so long surrounded by so much power and not been affected by it." The Pack Leader began stroking his pet again, but this time the animal was in no way soothed. "Should it come to a confrontation between the dragon and me, rest a.s.sured that I will bait a proper trap for the reptile . . . and you will be the bait." The eyes unfocused again and the Pack Leader began to turn away. "You are dismissed."
It took all of Orril D"Marr"s willpower not to run as he departed the ridge. Someone in the camp would suffer tonight; someone would have to suffer to a.s.suage his fears. It was the only way he could purge himself, the only way he could face the tasks tomorrow with the mask of indifference in place.
Better the dragon any day, he thought, than the wrath of his master.
CLEAVING ITS WAY through the turbulent waters of the Eastern Sea, the lone vessel neared the Dragonrealm. Where the ships that Cabe Bedlam pondered about had been deadly leviathans, giants designed for terror, this one was low and sleek, a tiny juggernaut built to carry a mere handful of pa.s.sengers swiftly to their destination. There was, in fact, only one trait it shared with the three ma.s.sive raider ships.
It was utterly black.
III.
"WE ARE VERY close now. I can hear its call. It was good of the Quel not to lie to us," Lord D"Farany commented as he watched his men advance across the gleaming land toward the place where the dying Quel had claimed the entrance to his city was hidden. Lord Ivon D"Farany did little to stem the madness in his voice. He knew the others could not sense what he sensed, for none of them had ever been trained as a keeper. They were to be both pitied and envied, he decided. Pitied because they had never known the seductive power of the Aramites" great G.o.d, the Ravager, and envied because they had not had to suffer the soul-wrenching horror of withdrawal when that power had been abruptly torn away just prior to the war. He was considered one of the fortunate ones, but then no one else could ever understand the emptiness that was now ever with him. His hand twitched as old reflex actions still sought the talisman he had once owned, the link to his G.o.d.
"But that will change . . ." he whispered. "So much will change, then." The ends of D"Farany"s thin mouth rose ever so slightly, the closest he generally came to a smile. It was never a good idea to smile, for it upset the men so.
When the power of his G.o.d had been torn from his soul, he, like the rest, had fallen into madness. He had screamed and then laughed, a laugh that had chilled his watchers. In his mind, he had died, completely and utterly. When sanity at last returned, a different man occupied the body. The desperate commanders had sought the power of a keeper to aid them in the sudden and overwhelming revolt that had arisen, but they had found something else instead. Something that would not be manipulated but rather would manipulate in turn.
Recalling where he was, Lord D"Farany glanced about him. Despite the sun and heat, his men were still moving at a brisk pace. The common ranks did not know what they truly sought, only that their leaders had ordered them to watch for a cavern and be prepared for battle.
It might be that he was wrong, that this was not the place that he had dreamed of for the past few weeks. He had not, of course, told anyone else of the dreams. He never did. The ship captains had obeyed his command to steer toward this land rather than one of the more lush regions to the north, but it was clear that they considered the gleaming peninsula an interesting but hardly useful bit of dirt. Vegetation was spa.r.s.e and older reports had warned that the interior was inhospitable, consisting mainly of endless hills of rock and crystal. There was nothing here of value to the average wolf raider; the crystals were fascinating, but they were, for the most part, common.
He knew otherwise. He had first felt the power emanating from the near-barren domain days before they had landed. Now, ash.o.r.e, he more than felt it; he lived it. Here was a force that could fill the emptiness inside, make him complete at last.
All his men had to do was take it from the beasts below.
"This is a mistake, yes?" came a knowing voice to his left. While phrased as a question, as much of what his companion said was, the comment was actually a statement.
"Give Orril his opportunity, Kanaan. It is both his reward and his punishment."
"There is another way, my lord. A better way, I think."
D"Farany knew what his aide meant. He nodded slowly. "When it is needed. Patience, Kanaan."
The tall figure beside him grew silent, but the Aramite leader knew that Kanaan D"Rance was by no means mollified. Like most of his kind, he was impatient and ambitious, a combination of traits that would have had him executed on the first day by most commanders but suited Ivon D"Farany just right. The Pack Leader had a fondness for things mercurial and the blue man was certainly that. He was also a fount of information. D"Rance had made the Dragonrealm his obsession.
The gaunt northerner had been a rare find. His talents perfectly complemented Orril D"Marr"s own considerable skills, yet the two were of such different minds that their constant compet.i.tion also served D"Farany. The latter also a.s.sured that the two would never combine forces and cause him threat. He would have hated to see that happen. It would have meant the need to eliminate two valuable weapons. He did not dare do that until he was complete again.
Complete . . . the Pack Leader frowned. Even this would not make him truly complete. Nothing save his glorious G.o.d"s return could do that. Still, I will be close.
It was then he felt the power around him shift and shape and though he knew what it meant, Ivon D"Farany merely stood there and drank in the sensation.
The world exploded in light . . . and the belated screams of men.
"I warned, did I not? I warned that this would happen, yes!"
D"Farany forced his eyes to focus. He did not see as normal men did, not anymore, but there were times when it became necessary to try. When the raider leader did at last see what the underdwellers had done, he could not help but smile, despite the horrific sight he knew he created. "Magnificent!"
Before him, his soldiers scattered in an attempt to make themselves less of an inviting target. The Pack Leader barely noticed their frantic efforts. His eyes only saw the wonderful result of so much power, power that was to be his.
There had been a small rise where the beasts had struck with their sorcery, a small rise populated by a few scraggly plants and, at the moment of the attack, likely a dozen or so soldiers. Now, the rise was a flat, iron-hot pool of gla.s.s and the plants and the men unfortunate enough to be there at the time . . . were nothing.
Yet still the raider force moved on, for they had been given a command and that was all they needed.
"Magnificent . . ." the Aramite commander whispered again. His hand twitched as he once more sought the talisman that would have let him manipulate such power.
The same sensation swept over him. A second flash burned away the world in a sea of light. D"Rance and the others were forced to fall back and shield their eyes, but Lord D"Farany barely noticed. He breathed in the holocaust air and felt a strength he had not felt in years.
With an almost wistful expression on his ravaged countenance, he slowly turned toward the blue man and quietly commanded, "Bring me the box now, Kanaan."
Still blinking, the bearded northerner reached into the depths of his cloak and pulled out a tiny, rectangular container. The Pack Leader nodded pleasantly, having known all the time that the blue man would have it on him despite orders to the contrary. He forgave D"Rance such things, because it pleased him to do so. There would come a time when he overstepped himself and when that happened D"Farany would either punish him properly or turn him over to D"Marr, who had never made it a secret that he wanted the blue man"s skin.
The Aramite commander liked to think of himself as a fair man. He was also perfectly willing to give the younger officer to the northerner if circ.u.mstances warranted it.
He removed his gloves and, with great respect, took the tiny black box from D"Rance. The former keeper ran one finger over the lid, outlining the wolf"s head engraved there. It had taken him much effort and time to gather the forces stored within and he treated them with the care they deserved.
A third burst of light raised anew the shouts and screams, but the sounds were merely insignificant irritations to him as he opened the top and admired his prize.
In the days of the keepers, it would have been called the Ravager"s Tooth. A curved artifact shaped to resemble a hound"s fang, it was small enough to fit in his palm. He had once had one like it, before the day of emptiness. With great eagerness, Lord D"Farany removed the talisman from the box and cupped it in his left hand. The terrible smile stretched tighter as he allowed himself to briefly become ensorcelled by the tooth.
My master, why have you forsaken us? In the talisman was the residue of the Ravager"s unholy will. Long ago, a younger D"Farany had discovered that although their G.o.d had vanished and taken his power with him, there were traces in the talismans of the keepers . . . even traces in the keepers themselves. It had meant dark work, locating the artifacts and the bodies and drawing the lingering power from them, but he had prevailed. Yet the power this piece contained was limited; each use drained the talisman. It would soon be as empty as he was.
"But not for long . . ." The Pack Leader cradled the piece in his hand and returned the box to the blue man. He then turned back to where his men fought to survive and held out the talisman toward the gleaming landscape where he supposed the cavern entrance was.
Yet again the earth was shaken by a burst of deadly light. The Quel might no longer be masters of the realm, but they still wielded power. Their strikes were also systematic; each time the raiders shifted away from the previous blow, they were attacked anew from the opposite direction.
A silence seemed to surround the former keeper as he held the talisman up to the sky. The only one still daring to stand near him was D"Rance, who eyed his commander with both antic.i.p.ation and envy.
D"Farany whispered, "Behold the legacy of my Lord Ravager. Behold his glory."
The carved tooth glowed bright.
Its effect was not something that was seen, not, at least, by the wolf raiders who were there. At most, a few who were sensitive, such as Orril D"Marr, felt a rippling in the fabric of the world itself. The rippling washed across the area like a tide coming into sh.o.r.e. It pa.s.sed through rank after rank, moving swiftly toward the front and then beyond.
"Mustn"t destroy," muttered the Pack Leader to himself. "Mustn"t take the chance. Merely take the fight from them."
The silence around D"Farany spread as well. Even the screams and shouts seemed to fade away as the power unleashed by the talisman blanketed the land. Those who did not have the touch of sorcery within them still could feel that something was different.
At last, the tooth ceased to glow. Lord D"Farany looked at it with great sadness. The spell had drained it of everything he had collected. Now, it was no more than a useless trinket. Nonetheless, the Pack Leader did not throw it away, but rather returned it to an overawed D"Rance, who gingerly placed it back in the box.
"They may advance again."
The command proved to be unnecessary. Already, soldiers were reorganizing and moving forward. D"Marr had understood what had happened. The Aramite leader nodded to himself. It was an example of why the young officer was one of his favorites.
Now the raiders moved unimpeded. Even Lord D"Farany did not know what he had unleashed, but he knew that the Quel would be helpless now. Their power had been negated for a time and that time would be enough to ensure total Aramite victory.
"Come, Kanaan. It"s time to join them."
The blue man bowed. "Yes, my lord."
As they trailed slowly after the advancing troops, D"Farany contemplated what he would do with that power now that it was his. Building new ships was a possibility, but what sense was there in returning to rescue the fools who still fought back home? How much better to claim a portion of this realm and begin expanding here. How much more satisfying to take from the Gryphon"s friends the same thing the birdman had taken from the Aramites.
D"MARR PEERED INTO the darkness of the cavern entrance. The walls gleamed faintly from the torch he had directed one of his men to throw inside. There was nothing to be seen, but that did not mean that there was no danger. D"Marr was not that naive.
He turned to the man nearest him. "Inside. Double file. Do watch the ground and the walls. . . . and the ceiling, for that matter. They could come from anywhere."
The raider blinked, then hurried to obey as D"Marr"s free hand slowly shifted toward the rod hanging from his belt. The Aramite officer nodded and watched as two ranks quickly formed. He allowed the first three pairs to enter, then tightened his grip on his sword and entered with the next.
Where are you, my little beasts? Even with the intervention of Lord D"Farany, it could not be this easy. There had to be resistance. There had to be battle.
Farther and deeper they marched and yet still they did not encounter the creatures whose lair this was. A sense of unease spread throughout the lines, even infecting D"Marr. No enemy gave up so easy. Lord D"Farany"s magical counterattack, while potent, should not have been able to eliminate all opposition.
He was almost pleased when the first man finally died.