"Just do it," he said. "It"ll hurt; I"m sorry. But I have to see something. It will help me, werlic?"
He tried not to think about what she was feeling as she drew up onto her elbows and inched into the place. He followed a step behind her, wishing he could help, knowing it had to be this way.
The color of the faint light on her faded, and then she was gone.
He moved up to just that point and drew his hood to cut out any other light, and he saw her again, a b.l.o.o.d.y shadow.
Beyond Leshya he could make out a few vague shapes, all the dark red ghosts, all apparently immobile. He watched, knowing he had to make the right choices, glad he had a little time.
The Vaix was easy to make out because he held the feysword, and it glowed the color of gore dripped in water. Aspar took careful aim and shot at his neck. The arrow crossed into the same s.p.a.ce as Leshya had, faded, and slowed to a snail"s pace.
He shot at the Sefry three more times, then located another target, which, as his eyes grew used to the light, was pretty obviously an utin. Its head was turned away, but he aimed for the ear and then the inner thigh of one of the legs. He spent the rest of his shafts on the thing, because he couldn"t be sure who the other shadows were.
He sat down and sharpened his dirk and then his ax. He had a bite to eat and let it settle. He walked over to the battleground and found a lance, which he broke down into a stabbing spear.
Then he went back to the Vhenkherdh and went in.
As before, his heartbeat sped quickly into a buzz, like a mosquito"s, and time went strange.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
AWAKE.
NEIL COUNTED only four men with Robert, all in black leather. They all carried themselves as if they knew how to fight. only four men with Robert, all in black leather. They all carried themselves as if they knew how to fight.
"All alone?" Robert asked.
Neil didn"t reply, but he noticed that Alis was nowhere to be seen.
He watched them get closer.
"You"ll pardon me if I don"t make a conversation of this," the prince said. "Given how our last talk went, I doubt that you"re disappointed."
Robert drew the feysword, which glowed even more brightly than when Neil had last seen it. It looked like it had been forged from a lightning bolt.
"The music offends me," the prince confided. "An old friend thought I might like it, but he clearly doesn"t know my tastes." He stopped and looked down at Neil"s sword and hauberk where they lay on the ground. His eyebrows arched, and his eyes glittered oddly in the torchlight.
Neil had killed his first man when he had had eleven winters, with a spear. He had killed his second a nineday later. He wasn"t strong enough to use a broadsword until he was fifteen.
He threw the first spear, feeling the motion come back to him, as natural as walking. His arm didn"t protest at all, and the shaft flew true, straight into Robert"s shoulder, where it sank deep and stuck. The feysword flew from his hand, and the prince"s shriek was a piercing counterpoint to the strange music coming from the house.
Neil lifted the second spear out of the soil. Everwulf had been right-he still had his feet. He danced toward Robert"s guard as they tried to encircle him, gripping the weapon underhand with his knuckles against his hip.
He rushed up to the lead man, forcing him to cut before he was ready while Neil skipped to the side. His arm shot out, and the steel head punched in at the navel, splitting the chain beneath the leather and coming out b.l.o.o.d.y. The man stumbled back choking, and Neil went on to deal with the others before the first one discovered that his wound wasn"t critical.
One had come around behind him, so Neil jabbed the b.u.t.t end back and ducked as something whirred over his hair. He felt the blow connect with a knee and turned, taking the weapon two-handed, and rammed the blade up through the foeman"s crotch.
The spear stuck there, so Neil released it and rolled away, noticing as he did another of Robert"s guards stumbling about headless.
The last man he could see coming from the left, but he was off balance, and there was no way to dodge the blow.
He threw up his forearm to meet the sword at an angle. He heard the snap of bone breaking, and white light seemed to explode from everything.
Between one footfall and the next, the arrows suddenly blurred back to speed, and Aspar followed right after them, vaulting over Leshya and drawing back the ax for a blow. The Vaix"s head whipped around as the arrows. .h.i.t him. The Sefry stumbled, and Aspar chopped him in the back of the head with the ax as he went by, thrusting at the utin"s eye with the dirk. The dagger went in deep, but the monster hit him with a backhand that slung Aspar back against a tree, then sank its talons into his shoulder and gaped a mouthful of needles at him. Aspar hit the b.u.t.t of the knife with his palm, driving it in to the hilt. The beast screamed and fell, writhing so furiously in the cramped s.p.a.ce that Aspar couldn"t get by it for several long moments. When he was finally able to retrieve his knife and move on, he found two men waiting for him, and beyond he could see the wide opening inside the living lodge where Fend, Winna, and Ehawk were watching him with astonished eyes.
The men confronting him stared at him in what could only be terror.
"You can walk out of here," Aspar snarled, "or I can kill you."
A look of resolve flashed over the face of one of them, and he cut at Aspar with the sword. He ducked so that the edge thunked into a tree branch and stayed there while Aspar disemboweled the wielder. The other howled and swung wildly, hitting Aspar on the side of his head with the flat. Aspar stumbled back, ears ringing, as the man shouted something in a language the holter didn"t know.
He threw the ax, and it buried itself solidly in the fellow"s breastbone. He stared at Aspar as he walked up, yanked it out, and kicked him over.
"Fend!"
Fend drew a pair of knives.
"How did you do that?" the Sefry asked.
Aspar didn"t reply. He just stepped into the leafy hall, feeling a sort of calm settle over him.
"Aspar!" Winna shouted. She was holding her belly, and her face was ashen. He thought there was blood on her lips, although in the dim light it was difficult to be sure.
"It"s already too late," Fend said. "It"s already begun."
"Not too late to kill you, though," Aspar said.
"Is that all you ever think about? I helped you."
"Only to get Winna here. You planned to kill me after that."
"Well, true. I really should have done it sooner, but I had a sense I would need you, and I was right. I only planned to do you because I knew you would slaughter me."
"And I will."
"You remember the last time we fought? You"re even older and slower now, and I"m more powerful than ever. I"m the Blood Knight, you know."
"No playing this time," Aspar said.
"We can still do this together," Fend said. "It needs doing."
"Even if it does, you said it"s already begun. So what do I need you for?"
"I guess you don"t."
"Aspar!" Winna screamed.
Fend leapt at him, faster than a Mamres monk, his right-hand dagger slashing toward Aspar"s face. The holter ducked, stepped in, and took Fend"s other knife in the gut, then drilled his dirk under Fend"s jaw so hard that he lifted the Sefry clean off his feet. He felt the man"s spine snap.
"I said no playing," Aspar told him. Then he dropped the gurgling man and slumped down to one knee, lowering his gaze to the knife still stuck in his belly.
He took another look at Fend, but the Sefry was gazing back from beyond the world.
"About time," he muttered, lowering himself down and scooting toward Ehawk to cut his bonds.
"You let him stab you," the boy said.
"If I"d fought him, he would have won," Aspar said. "I"d be dead, and he"d still be alive." He handed Ehawk the knife. "Cut Winna"s bonds."
He got up and walked over to Winna. She was panting hard, and he could see her belly moving. She clutched his arm, but her eyes were closed.
"Sceat," he said. "I"m sorry, love."
"It"s killing her," Ehawk said.
"Yah," he replied.
"What should I do?"
"I don"t know," Aspar said. "Go bring Leshya here; maybe she knows. She"s right near the entrance."
Ehawk nodded and left.
Aspar was finding it hard to take a deep breath. It was as if something were pushing down on him.
"Winna," he said. "I don"t know if you can hear me. I"m sorry for how I"ve been-always, but especially lately. There was a lot I needed to tell you, but I couldn"t. I had a geos laid on me."
Winna started to speak, but then she cried out again. Her eyes opened, and he saw they were glazed with pain.
"Still love you," she said.
"Yah. I still love you. Nothing will change that."
"Our baby..." She closed her eyes again. "I can see her, Aspar. I see her in the forest with you, with her father. She"s got my hair, but there"s something wild in her, something from you, and she"s got your eyes."
Aspar reached to stroke her hair, saw he had blood all over his hand, and wiped it on the ground first.
When his hand touched the earth, everything went still, and he felt his fingers reach into the soil, dividing, splitting, faster and faster, and his skin was expanding, moving out through the valley, across the hills, to the dying earth around it, and then he was back up north, staring into the eyes of the Briar King as he died.
Holter.
He lifted his hand and was back where he"d started, next to Winna.
Fend was looking down at him.
"Ah, sceat," Aspar said.
"It"s time," Fend said. Except that it wasn"t Fend at all, not anymore. It was the witch.
Cazio stood for a moment in a daze, wondering what had just happened, but then he realized that Austra was awake, looking at him.
"Love," he said. "Are you well?"
As she pulled up, the other people who had been in the crypt rushed out, probably to see what Anne could do now that she could fly.
"I"m fine," she said. "I was asleep."
"For days, yes," Cazio said. "Do you know what happened?"
"I was with Anne, or she was with me," the girl replied. "It"s a little confusing, but I think her soul came into me while her body healed."
"Do you know the way out of here?"
Austra looked around. "We"re in Eslen-of-Shadows?"
"Yes."
"There"s a path up to the castle, yes. But we have to find Anne."
"Well, she just flew off with the Kept," Cazio said. "Can you walk?"
"I feel fine."
"Let"s go, then."
He helped her to her feet and kissed her.
"Come on," he said. "Let"s go see what"s happening."
"A moment there," a familiar voice said.
Marche Hespero stood in the doorway to the crypt. He looked disheveled, and his voice sounded strained.
Cazio drew Acredo.
"I just need her," Hespero said, pointing at Austra. "She"s the link; she"s the way to Anne. I can still save us all."
"You?" Cazio nearly laughed the word. "You expect me to believe you"re trying to save us?"