For a while she sat and remembered Sam Archer, praying silently for the soul of the man.
Then she called for Pendarric.
He came almost at once and stood by the far wall, which opened to become a window looking out on Atlantis in her glory. People thronged the winding streets and marketplaces. Chariots drawn by white horses clattered along the statue-lined main avenue.
Ruth joined him. "As it was?" she asked.
"As it is," he answered. There are many worlds which overlap our own, and many gateways to them. In the last days before the oceans drank my empire, I led my people through. But there are other gateways, Ruth, to darker worlds. These Abaddon has discovered - they must be closed."
"I will close them, if I can."
"Shannow will close them - if he lives."
"And what can I do?"
"I told you, Lady. Take the swan"s path."
"I am not ready to die. I am afraid."
"Donna Taybard has been taken. Her settlement is destroyed, her son is dead. Believe me, Ruth, if the woman is sacrificed the gateways will be ripped asunder. Worlds within worlds will be drawn together and the resulting catastrophe will be cosmic in scale."
"How would my dying aid the world?"
"Think on it, Ruth. Find the answer."
Madden prepared a grave for Rachel and the boys, laying them side by side and covering them with wild flowers of purple and yellow. For a long while he sat by the grave, not having the energy or the inclination to fill it. Robert"s arm had flopped across his mother"s breast and it seemed to Madden that he was hugging her. He had always been her favourite, and now they would lie together for eternity.
His eyes misted and he swung his gaze to the mountains, recalling the joy he had felt as he stood near this spot on their first day in Avalon. Rachel had been fussing about the size of cabin they would need and the boys had charged off into the woods above the valley.
Everything had been peaceful then and the dream had seemed as solid as the rocks around them.
Madden"s wounds still pained him and the right side of his face was heavily bruised, but he stood and lifted the shovel and slowly filled the grave. He had intended to cover it with more flowers, but he was too tired to gather them and returned to the cabin to check on Griffin.
The man was asleep and Madden fuelled the wood-stove and prepared some herb tea. He sat in a wide chair staring at the dusty floor, his mind drifting back to all the times when he had quarrelled with Rachel, or caused her to cry. She had deserved so much more than he could ever offer her, yet she had stuck by him through savage winters and dry summers, failed crops and Brigand raids. She it was who had convinced him they should follow Griffin"s dream. Now the wagoner was probably dying and Madden would be alone in a strange land.
He sipped his tea and moved to the bedside. Griffin"s pulse was erratic and weak; he was lying face down and Madden cut away the bandages to examine his wounds. About to turn him, he noticed a bulge near the swollen purple bruise on Griffin"s side and touched it with his finger. It was hard, and it moved as he felt it. Removing his knife from its sheath, Madden pressed the razor-edge to the skin, which parted easily, spurting blood to his fingers as the misshapen sh.e.l.l popped into his hand. It must have hit one of Griffin"s ribs and been redirected to his back, whereas Madden had feared the bullet was lodged in Griffin"s stomach. Moving to the other side of the bed, he examined the second wound in Griffin"s back; it was healing well, but there was no sign of the bullet. He st.i.tched the knife-cut and returned to his chair.
The wagon-master would either live or die, and there was nothing more the bearded farmer could do for him. Madden ate some food - a little bacon and some stale bread - and left the cabin. Bodies littered the ground, but he ignored them and walked on towards the foothills of the mountains. Here he picked flowers until dusk, when he returned to the graveside where he sprinkled the blooms over the fresh-turned earth and dropped to his knees.
"I don"t know if you"re there, G.o.d, or what a man has to do to have the right to talk to you. I keep being told there"s a paradise for them that believes, but I"m sort of hoping there"s a paradise for them that don"t know. She wasn"t a bad girl, my Rachel; she never done evil to anybody, ever. And my boys didn"t live long enough to learn what evil was, not until it killed them. So maybe you"ll just overlook their disbelief and let "em in anyway.
"I ain"t asking nothing for myself, you understand. I ain"t got much time for a G.o.d who allows this sort of thing to happen in his world. But I"m asking for them, because I don"t want to think about my girl just being food for worms and suchlike.
"She deserves better than that, G.o.d. So do my boys."
He pushed himself to his feet and turned. There at the edge of the paddock was Ethan Peac.o.c.k"s dapple-grey mare and Madden walked slowly over to her, speaking in a soft gentle voice. The mare"s ears p.r.i.c.ked up and she wandered towards him. He stroked her neck and led her into the paddock; she must have jumped the fence when the shooting started.
Back in the cabin, he found Griffin awake.
"How you feeling?" he asked.
"Weak as a day-old lamb."
Madden made some fresh tea and helped Griffin to a sitting position.
"I"m sorry, Jacob. I brought you to this."
"Too late for sorries, Con. And I don"t blame you, so put it from your mind. We got us a horse and guns. I figure to go after them b.a.s.t.a.r.ds and at least get Donna back."
"Give me a day, maybe two, and I"ll ride with you."
"I"ll find you a horse," said Madden. There must be more than one that the h.e.l.lborn didn"t take. I"ll scour the western valleys. You feel up to eating?"
Madden lit two oil-lamps and cooked bacon and the last three eggs on the griddle-iron of the stove. The smell of the frying bacon made Griffin acutely aware of his hunger.
"I reckon you might live," said Madden, watching the wagon-master wolfing the food. "No dying man would eat like that."
Tve no intention of dying, Jacob. Not yet, anyhow."
"Why did they do it, Con? Why did they hit us?"
"I don"t know."
"What did they gain? We must have killed a couple of hundred of them, and all they took was the guns. It don"t make no sense. It"s not as if they wanted the land - it was just killing for the sake of it."
"I don"t think there are answers for people like them," said Griffin. "It"s like the Brigands.
Why don"t they farm? Why do Daniel Cade - and others like him - move around the land killing and burning? We can"t understand them or their motives."
"But it must be for something," insisted Madden. "Even Cade could argue that he gains by his evil. . . stores, coins, weapons."
There"s no point in even wondering at it," said Griffin. They are what they are. Plain evil.
Sooner or later someone is going to give it back to them."
"You ever hear of an army, Con? There ain"t n.o.body to stop them."
There"s always somebody, Jacob. Even if it starts with you and me."
Two wounded men, one horse and a couple of pistols? I don"t think we"ll put much of a scare into them."
"We"ll see," said Griffin.
The grizzly had found the beehive in a rotting tree trunk and was busy tearing away the wood when the Zealot struck into its brain. The beast reared in anger and pain; settled down and ambled away to the south, towards the wooden homes of the Yeager men.
The bear was the undisputed monarch of the high country, weighing more than a thousand pounds, and even the lions crept from his path. Wisely he had avoided the haunts of Man, and even more wisely the hunters of Yeager had steered clear of the grizzly, for it was well- known that a large bear could soak up musket b.a.l.l.s as if they were beestings - and no one wanted any part of a wounded grizzly.
It was an hour before dawn when the bear moved into the settlement, heading unerringly for the cabin of Daniel Cade. Mounting the porch, it reared up before the door; then its huge paw swept down, splintering the wood.
Cade awoke and scrambled from his bed. His captured h.e.l.lborn pistol hung in its scabbard from the bed-post and he whipped the gun clear. The bear moved into the room beyond, smashing a table. When it reached the bedroom door and crashed it inwards, Lisa screamed and Cade c.o.c.ked the pistol, aiming it for the bear"s head. The Zealot, his work all but done, fled the bear"s mind and returned to his own body in the camp before the pa.s.s.
Back in the cabin, Cade shielded Lisa with his body and watched as the grizzly dropped to all fours, shaking its great head. Cade reached slowly for the jar on the shelf by the bed.
Inside were flat sugar biscuits Lisa had made the day before and he tossed one to the floor.
The bear growled and backed away, confused and uncertain. Then it sniffed at the biscuit, savouring the sweetness. Finally it licked out, lifting the biscuit to its mouth and noisily devouring it. Cade threw another - and another - and the grizzly settled down on its haunches.
"Climb out of the window," Cade told Lisa. "But move slow - and don"t let any fool shoot the d.a.m.ned bear."
Lisa opened the catch and stood on the bed. The bear ignored her, its eyes on Cade and the jar. She climbed over the ledge and ran to the front of the house where Gambion, Peck and several others were waiting with rifles in their hands.
"Daniel says not to shoot the bear."
"What the h.e.l.l is he doing in there?" asked Gambion.
"He"s feeding it biscuits."
"Why don"t he climb out and let us kill it?" asked Peck. Lisa spread her hands and shrugged.
Inside, Cade was down to the last four biscuits. Slowly he stood and tossed one of them over the bear"s head and into the room beyond. The grizzly sat looking at him.
Cade grinned. "No more till you get that one," he said. The bear growled, but Cade was beginning to enjoy himself. "No use you losing your temper." He tossed another over the s.h.a.ggy head and the bear turned and ambled into the room. Cade followed and threw the third biscuit into the doorway. The bear lumbered after it and came face to face with the men beyond, who scattered in fear. Peck threw his rifle to his shoulder.
"Don"t shoot it!" screamed Lisa.
The bear moved to the porch. It was frightened by the sudden noise and moved off at an ambling run towards the hills as Cade appeared in the doorway.
"What"s the matter with you people?" he asked. "Never seen a bear before?"
"It"s no joke," said Gambion.
"You"re right about that. It only left me two biscuits!"
Gambion climbed the porch. "I mean it, Daniel. A bear don"t just come out of the hills and smash its way into a man"s home. It"s not natural. I don"t know how, but the h.e.l.lborn are behind it; they were trying to kill you."
"I know. Come inside."
Cade sat down by the ruined table and Gambion pulled up a chair.
They"ve tried frontal attacks on the pa.s.s and they know it"s suicide," said Cade. "Now they"ll be more cagey. They"ll be scouting north and south and it won"t be long before they find Sadler"s Trail - and then they"ll be behind us."
"Did G.o.d tell you this?"
"He didn"t need to; it"s plain common sense. We need the trail held. I"ve sent a rider south for help, but I don"t know if there"ll be any. I want you to take thirty men and hold Sadler"s."
"It"s pretty open, Daniel. Any big attack will win through in the end."
"You may be lucky. I only need ten days to get everyone back into the Sweet.w.a.ter Valley.
Now there"s only one way in there and we can hold that for d.a.m.n nigh a year."
"If we had supplies," put in Gambion.
"One day at a time. We"ve food enough for at least a couple of months, but we"re running low on ammunition. I"ll fix that. But you pick your men and hold Sadler"s Trail."
"Will G.o.d be with me, Daniel?"
"He"ll be as much with you as he is with me," promised Cade.
That"s good enough for me."
Take care, Ephram. And no heroics - I don"t need another martyr. I just need ten days!
With luck, you won"t see any action at all." The sound of distant gunfire came to them but neither man was unduly alarmed. Every day the h.e.l.lborn tried some action in the pa.s.s and always they were beaten back with losses.
"Better be going," said Gambion.
"Evanson is already there, with Ja.n.u.s and Burgoyne -good men."
"We"re all good men now, Daniel."
"d.a.m.ned right about that!"
After Gambion had left, Cade dressed and rode to the rim of the pa.s.s, where down on the rocks were four h.e.l.lborn corpses. Cade dismounted and limped to the first defender, a youngster called Deluth.
"How we doing, boy?"
"Pretty good, Mr Cade. They tried just the once and we burned "em good. Must have hit five or six more, but they rode out."
"Where"s Williams?"
Deluth pointed to a ledge some forty feet away.
"Go get him for me. I don"t think I can make that climb." The boy left his rifle, bent double and ran along the rockline. Shots spattered close to him, but he moved too fast for the h.e.l.lborn snipers to catch him in their sights. Cade hefted the boy"s rifle and sent a shot towards the tell-tale powder clouds on the far side of the pa.s.s. He hit nothing, but it kept their minds from the running Deluth.
Within minutes the manoeuvre was repeated with Williams running the gauntlet of shots; a short stocky man of forty-five, he was breathing hard as he slumped down beside Cade.
"What is it, Daniel?"
"I"m pulling everyone back to the Sweet.w.a.ter."
"Why? We can hold them here till the stars burn out."
Williams was a farmer and his knowledge of the mountain range was limited. Most people believed the Yeagers were impenetrable but for the pa.s.s.
"There"s another way in; it"s called Sadler"s Trail after a Brigand that rode these parts forty .
. . fifty years ago -starts in a boxed canyon and unless you"re real close you"ll miss it. It cuts up through the range and on to the Sweet.w.a.ter. Sooner or later the h.e.l.lborn will stumble on it and I can"t take the risk. It would put them behind us, and we"ve not the numbers to hold on two fronts."