"Word has already been sent," said the Crab.
Smiles broke out on many faces. On the outside Argoth mimicked those who welcomed the Skir Master, but on the inside he cursed. There was nothing he could do should the Divine agree to seek Hogan. Of course, members of the Grove practiced avoiding a seeking, one of them playing the role of the Seeker, the other the subject. But none of those in this Grove were masters. So their practice sessions, in reality, were like preparing for war by fighting boys.
"Gather your witnesses," said Shim. "Even Divines are bound by protocol. And when the Divine comes up empty-handed, you, since it seems you are Hogan"s primary accuser, will proclaim his innocence and act as his footstool. The sight of the Fir-Noy lord bowing to a Koramite, perhaps, will be worth it all."
The Crab"s face revealed the smugness of a man who had just won a battle. He inclined his head, accepting Shim"s burden, but he couldn"t do otherwise. The laws governing the hunting of sleth were very strict. Heavy consequences were put upon those making accusations to prevent any from bringing casual charges.
Both Argoth"s and Hogan"s life now approached a precipice. If the Divine searched Hogan and uncovered his secrets, they would collar Argoth. The Grove would be exposed. His family would be tortured.
Argoth knew his duty. His duty was to eliminate yet another friend, then run and take the Grove with him.
Hogan looked at him and Argoth knew he was thinking the same thing.
Argoth did not want that burden, even if many lives were at stake. One thing was for sure: he wouldn"t be able to kill Hogan here. No, he"d have to contrive his death. More poison or some torture gone awry. Perhaps he"d kill him on the way to the Divine. And then he"d have to face Ke and River and tell them he"d just sacrificed their father for the good of all.
He groaned inside even as he looked at Shim and said, "I will escort Hogan to tower." Then he turned to Hogan. "Come, brother."
Hogan gave him a look, and it was as if Argoth could read his mind. Hogan was a man of duty, but Argoth would not kill him. Not yet. There had to be another way.
Suddenly, the trumpeters outside the building blew a fanfare and a crier announced the arrival of the Divine.
Hogan stiffened.
Argoth tried to move him forward to get out the door before the Divine arrived, but the lords moved to greet the Divine and blocked the way.
Argoth and Hogan skirted round the group. If all else failed, they had surprise on their side-they could fight their way out. But then the doors opened, and he saw that fighting would not be an option.
A crier preceded the Divine"s company. He stood forth and proclaimed Rubaloth, Divine Skir Master, Holy Defender of the Glory of Mokad.
A dozen guards followed the crier into the chamber. Upon their sparkling bra.s.s cuira.s.ses was the white lion of Mokad. All of them were dreadmen. Argoth could see it in their walk. He could read it in the tattoos on their forearms and around their lips.
Another dozen dreadmen stood in the hallway. So many-enough to form what the Mokaddian"s called a terror. Enough to route three cohorts given the right terrain. More than enough to subdue him and Hogan.
The guards took up positions around the square room, facing all the Council members while the Skir Master and his guide walked to the Divine"s throne.
The Crab looked over at Shim and smiled smugly.
The Skir Master was ancient, and, some said, failing, but he did not look feeble in the least. He stood upright and alert in his finely cut clothes. His skin was that of a middle-aged man. His hair was cut short; only his beard and eyebrows that shot out like gray growths of wild gra.s.s betrayed his age. He too wore the Mokaddian clan tattoos, but they were from another time-simple, small, and elegant, as were the tattoos of his raising.
The Skir Master surveyed the room. Argoth had seen Skir Masters in Mokad, before he"d made the journey to these lands, but it didn"t help. The Divine"s eyes unnerved him-gla.s.s black and glittering with the light from the windows. The path of magic Skir Masters followed did that to them; it blinded them to the world of the flesh.
Except the Skir Master did not walk with the caution of a blind man. At his side stood a ma.s.sive man. Another dreadman. But he didn"t wear armor as the rest did. This one moved with the languid power of a great cat. He was speed and power waiting to be unleashed. Odd tattoos flared out from his eyes. Argoth guessed this was the Skir Master"s guide, even if he did not hold the Divine"s arm to lead or steady him.
All in the room bowed deeply. Argoth did as well, knowing this Skir Master was just a man, one fiercely h.o.a.rding secrets that should belong to everyone, which made him nothing more than a thief and a liar.
But Argoth"s heart quailed nevertheless. If the reports were true, this Skir Master had once summoned a being that had laid waste to an entire city. He was more than 200 years old. He"d had a century more than Argoth to learn and grow in the lore. Argoth glanced up at those glittering black eyes and wondered how he could ever think to challenge such a man.
He waited for the Skir Master to tell them they could stand upright again, but the Divine did not give the command. Instead, he slowly swept the room with his black, snake eyes. Then that black, empty gaze settled on Argoth.
Argoth lowered his gaze. He held that pose, but the silence stretched too long. When he glanced back up, the Skir Master held his glance and then looked away. Or had he been looking at Hogan? And why was he looking at them anyway? What could he see with those eyes?
The Skir Master turned and addressed the Council. "Lords of the Nine Clans, the Glory of Mokad bid me come to announce your burden, for you have sat in your ease, withholding resources from your brethren in the heart land. You"ve been h.o.a.rding water, while those about you scorch in the sun and faint. You have stood by and watched as the wolves devoured your neighbor"s flocks. You have joined the enemies of the realm. You have but this one chance to repent and turn back to your heart. Refuse and by my hand on the morrow the Glory of Mokad, the Morning Sun, the Guardian of the Righteous shall rise up and utterly destroy you, starting at the head. And these lands will be given to those who do not turn their backs on the slaughter of their brethren."
The room stood in stunned silence.
What evil had they committed? It was Mokad that had neglected them, refusing to send a replacement Divine.
"Great One, how have we sinned?" The question came from the Prime Councilor, the one who presided over the Council"s deliberations in a Divine"s absence. "Teach us, we beg, the error of our ways."
"We received reports last year of a weapon that put your enemies to flight. Yet you did not send it to your brethren who were dying every day by the hands of Nilliam. Twice we sent command to aid us. Twice we were denied."
This was about the seafire? Argoth had unlocked the secret to a fire that burned on water. He"d seen it used before in battles with the Rajan of the East. They cast it in pots like many other armies cast pots of living snakes or scorpions. In the end the pots of fire were not enough to hold back his army, but they had caused havoc, and Argoth had captured one who knew the lore of its making.
Before the captor died, Argoth learned part of the secret mixture was firewater distilled from the substance that came out of black springs. But he didn"t know what else had been mixed with it to make it into a semi-liquid. He"d experimented with various mixtures until he mixed it with pitch from pines and terebinth trees and sulfur. He did not recreate their fire pots-he went beyond them, for his substance burned and would not be extinguished except by vinegar, urine, or earth.
And yet even that wasn"t what had turned the Clan"s galleys into fire ships. Fire pots of various kinds were used by all armies. No, Argoth had dreamed one night of a bra.s.s tube that hissed and spat fire on the ships of the Bone Faces.
In the morning Argoth had finished the design, then asked Shim"s smiths to forge four bra.s.s tubes the length of a man. On one end of each tube was a nozzle fashioned to look like the head of an animal or person with its mouth open wide. Argoth"s favorite was of the beautiful woman looking like she was about to kiss her lover. The other end of the tube was connected to a flexible leather hose, which led to a barrel of seafire. Midway from the tube to the barrel was a pump. A five-man team operating the tube, pump, and barrel could spray a thick stream of the fiery liquid almost sixty yards. More if the wind was at their backs. One tube was placed on each of four ships.
The violent sound and large quant.i.ties of brown and yellow smoke was enough to shock any man. But when the Bone Faces saw that it burned on water, clung like tar, and could not be extinguished, they surely must have prayed to their b.l.o.o.d.y G.o.ds for deliverance.
Being able to force the fire out in a stream turned fire into a weapon that, instead of merely harrying an enemy, could turn the course of a battle.
His men had sent five of the raider"s ships to the depths that way, spearing those that survived the flames in the water like so many carp. Then they"d burned the Bone Face secret island port.
His fire, Argoth"s Fire, had saved the Nine Clans last year.
The Prime inclined his head in respect. "Great One, we did not deny your request, but sent, asking the Glory to provide a ship of dreadmen so that we might convey the fire lances. We dared not send them forth only to be lost into the hands of the enemy."
"You should have supplied your own dreadmen."
"But we had only a handful, Great One."
"You had enough for the battles last year."
"But the winter storms were too severe, besides sending them would have left us defenseless. We-"
"Do you argue with the Glory"s envoy?"
"No, Great One. I merely explain that we delayed not from indifference or traitorous alliance, but from the greatest concern that this weapon would fall into the hands of those who would use them against you."
"And when you fell, when your weaves failed, and the enemy overran you, what then?"
But their weaves shouldn"t have failed. Mokad should have sent a replacement when Lumen vanished. If they hadn"t sent, it was because Mokad had not supported them!
"We were foolish, Great One," said the Prime. He prostrated himself on the floor. "Please show us how we may repent."
"Who cast the lances? Who devised the liquid?"
"The lances were cast by a smith of the Fir-Noy, Great One. As for the liquid," the Prime pointed at Argoth, "the Glory"s servant who created it stands there."
Argoth deepened his bow, but he saw that The Skir Master did not turn.
"A Shoka," The Skir Master said still facing the Prime. "Hard to believe a Shoka could devise this. Wasn"t it a Shoka who spied for the Old Widow of Cath so many years ago?"
"A blight upon our name, Great One," said Shim. "But those elements were culled from the clan decades ago. Our loyalty has been tested. Was it not a Shoka who saved the Glory"s blessed father from the flood?"
The Skir Master turned and smiled. "Indeed. And now, it seems, the Shoka have yet another opportunity to do a great deed or a greater evil. What will it be?"
An anger began building in Argoth. But Shim dropped to one knee and Argoth followed his lead.
"The Shoka serve the Glory of Mokad," said Shim.
"Does anyone else know the secrets of your fire water?" asked the Skir Master.
"No, Great One," said Argoth. "A handful know parts and help with preparation. But only I know how it all combines at the last." Actually, that was a lie. Hogan knew all the steps. And Hogan had sent the secrets along so that the Order might have this weapon as well.
"Then you shall be the savior to lift the burden from this people"s neck," said the Skir Master. "You now have your ship of dreadmen. You will gather up every fire lance-every part, from the cannon to the fittings on the ships. You will collect every drop of the fire water and all the tools and substances used to create it. You will have them loaded on my ship by morning. And you," he turned to Shim, "you will deliver all those who help prepare it. Do this and the Glory of Mokad will forgive this people its cruel inattention."
Argoth was stunned. Did the Divine not know he was taking their last defense? With those words he"d just ordered the deaths of all the fine warriors of each Clans. He"d ordered the rape of their women. With those words he had put the collar of slavery upon every child born for as many generations as it took to rise up against the invaders and finally throw off their chains. With those words he had cut the hearts out of hundreds to be burned upon the barbaric altars of the Bone Face priests.
"Do you waver?" asked The Skir Master.
"No," said Argoth. "I-"
"Great One," said the Prime. "Does this mean that the Glory has blessed us with your wise leadership?"
The Skir Master shook his head. "All of the arms of Mokad must now defend the heart. I too will sail in the morning."
Again, the room fell silent. Argoth could not believe he was hearing this. And then he realized he did not believe this. The Skir Master was deliberately provoking them, testing them.
Why would he do that?
"Deliver your burden," said The Skir Master, "and I will reward you immediately with a replenishment of three weaves."
Three? Three would never be enough to protect this land.
"Great One," the Crab said. "Did you have time to consider our request for a seeking?"
"A proper seeking takes many hours," said the Skir Master. "I cannot draw for your weaves and perform a seeking by morning. And I will not delay my departure. No, take your prisoner and put him to the question yourself. You can break through a man"s defenses with a proper questioning almost as easily as you can with a seeking." He gestured in a way that took in the whole Council. "Or is this seeking the boon you desire?"
"Weaves," said the Prime. "Bring our weaves to life."
The Skir Master signaled for his guide, but before he left, his gazed landed on Argoth again. "Lest something happen to such a valuable resource as yourself, ten of my dreadmen will accompany you. Losing you is a risk I will not bear."
"Very wise, Great One," said Shim. "Very wise."
Argoth looked into the Skir Master"s eyes-did he know Argoth"s secret? Argoth glanced at Shim. Had Shim revealed his suspicions about Argoth?
Argoth bowed. Ten dreadmen to guard him, but only three for the whole of the New Lands?
"Do not disappoint me," The Skir Master said to the whole Council. "Now, I have heard of your baths. Lumen wrote incessantly of them and the delights of your blueberries, and I mean to enjoy them both before I leave."
The Council erupted after the Skir Master left. But the Crab, ever-fixed upon his purpose, came to take Hogan.
"It appears we"ll have to find another to oversee the questioning," he said to Shim.
"It will be one of the Shoka," said Shim. "And it will be done in the fortress of Whitecliff."
The Crab hesitated and Argoth wondered if he was going to try to forcibly take Hogan from him, but he only made a gesture of surrender with his hands. "As you wish."
Shim caught Argoth"s eyes, as did the Shoka Territory Lord, but Argoth ignored them. He took Hogan, pushed through the Council"s chaos and rushed him outside. The ten dreadmen a.s.signed by the Skir Master followed behind.
Before they had exited the building, a messenger entered and set off another round of alarm-Larther the hunter had been found dead on the upper plains with the same blackening about his face as was found on Barg"s family.
Hogan looked at Argoth.
Larther was one of the Grove. At one time he had thought River would marry Larther, but that had never come to pa.s.s. Instead, Larther had cleared numerous acres of Argoth"s land up on the plains that he might satisfy Gil the carpenter. The carpenter had demanded that his daughter, who was smart and clever and had waited so very long for a man to notice her, would not spend her life in a dirty hut. Three years Larther had cut and cleared. They were to be married this season.
Hogan pa.s.sed his hand over his face. Then he spoke with his eyes closed. This was his habit when trying to catch and pull together the threads of many elusive thoughts. "It is not a coincidence."
The dreadmen were too close for Hogan to speak loudly. So Argoth put his friend"s arm in his and walked out of the hall into the street, toward the fortress. The dreadmen followed a few paces behind.
Hogan did not speak for some time. They walked down the cobbled lane, the great houses towering like walls on either side. They pa.s.sed a man pushing a vegetable cart loaded with enormous radishes, two boys chasing after a yellow cat, and a serving woman in blue and white, cleaning a doorstep.
Hogan pitched his voice low so the dreadmen couldn"t hear. "Purity, Larther," he said, "and suddenly a Divine appears who doesn"t care to do a seeking. Doesn"t even mention the fact that some creature of legend stalks our land. I can"t see it yet, but he"s tightening some noose." Hogan licked his dry lips. "And here"s another thing: what if the creature was his to begin with?"
If that were the case, then the Skir Master had already performed a seeking on Purity. He might already have their names and the names of contacts in other Groves.
"The Grove must flee," said Hogan.
"Who? You and me? Guarded by ten dreadmen? And if we do the n.o.ble thing and kill ourselves, it won"t help the others."
"Matiga is ready. She"s strong. Her knowledge runs deeper than either of ours. She will bear the grove off to join with Harnock."
"But what if that"s precisely what this Skir Master is hoping for. The Order always flees. He"s expecting it, expecting us to send out warnings. And what if he already knows about Harnock and is waiting for us to lead his men to him?"
Hogan said nothing.
Harnock, rarely seen, a ghost of man and beast. It was he, in his secret mountain valley, who kept the seed, the hope that would start the One Grove. It was he who kept the Book and Crown of Hismayas, the ancient G.o.d who had founded the Order. Into these two objects Hismayas was said to have put all his knowledge and power. The problem was: none had yet found the way to unlock them. Nevertheless, those two objects could not fall into the enemy hands.
"I have a better plan," said Argoth. One that just might save the Grove here and all the unknowing wives, sons, and daughters who would not be able to flee with the power of the lore. One that would not only discover what exactly the Skir Master knew, but also ensure that any secrets he had extracted would never reach the other side of the sea. One that would allow him to put the tools he had before he came to the Order to a righteous purpose.
"No," said Hogan.
"Yes," said Argoth. "I"m going to run right into his teeth."