"To someone who would deny magic to an entire population because of a single rogue, no. It is you who are blind, Selik, you and the monkeys who follow you so slavishly."
"Some fight still left, at least," said Selik to the chuckles of his men within earshot. "Trouble is, I don"t really think I want to hear your voice on the road. Because you won"t listen. So you will stay as a warning and your friend here will accompany us."
He gestured to the men holding the mages. "Get him on that carthorse and away from here."
"I"m sorry," said the mage to his doomed colleague.
The man shook his head. "Don"t be. These b.a.s.t.a.r.ds can never defeat us."
"But you won"t live to see whether that"s true, will you?" said Selik.
"I am proud you think me so dangerous that you have to kill me."
"Kill you?" said Selik, a smile creeping over his face. "No, no, that would be too easy. All I can promise is that you will die unless you are very, very fortunate."
The Black Wings captain saw the mage"s eyes flicker, his bravado punctured, and all he could do, while his colleague was loaded, hands bound, onto the carthorse and away with a guard of six, was watch while his fate unfolded in front of him.
Quickly, the cart was stood on its end and braced, its wheels facing in the direction of the mage lands to the north-west. The traces and lines from the harness were cut into four pieces and the mage strung upright between the four wheels with his clothes ripped from him to leave only a loincloth. Selik watched it all dispa.s.sionately, a slight twinge of disappointment at the bearing of the mage, who didn"t struggle or protest. When he was secured, Selik unsheathed a dagger and walked slowly over to him, the mage"s eyes never leaving his.
"There are people like you all over this land. Left as warnings to others of your kind that the Black Wings are growing. That we will pursue you relentlessly, that you will atone for what you have done and that we will not stop until the evil of magic is scrubbed from Balaia. You, at least, will not join the war."
The mage spat at him, the blood-veined saliva catching Selik on the cheek and running down the side of his face. He merely smiled.
"You"ll regret that when your thirst becomes unbearable."
"Come closer and I"ll do it again. I"m not afraid to die."
"Lucky for you," said Selik, his mouth bent into a grotesque sneer. "Our trouble is that there can be no warning without a message. And, since we"ve run right out of parchment, we need to use a somewhat different medium." He turned to his men. "Hold him still and shut his useless mouth."
Black Wings moved in and hands pressed on the mage"s head, shoulders, knees and the top of his legs, rendering him immobile. Selik walked up slowly, staring deep into the mage"s eyes, watching the fear begin to grow and the first cracks appear in his bearing.
Taking the tip of his dagger between his thumb and first two fingers, he began to carve letters on the mage"s chest, letting the blade bite deep, feeling his human canvas heave and hearing choked cries through his closed mouth.
"Hold him, I"m trying to write," he said.
He bent back to his task, dragging the dagger in letter shapes, keeping the mage"s chest and stomach skin taut with his other hand. Soon it was done. He backed up, wiped and sheathed the dagger and looked at his handiwork, which was a little lost in the streaming blood. With a flick of his hand, he waved his men away. The mage drew in shuddering breaths, his face dripping sweat and pale. He swallowed.
"You"ll die at the hand of a mage, Selik," he managed. "And when you do, my death will seem painless by comparison."
Selik ignored his words. "I expect you"re curious to know what I"ve written."
"I couldn"t care less," said the mage, regaining some control over his wracked body. "You are worthless vermin, Selik. I"m surprised you can write at all."
"It says, "Mages: fear the Black Wings." Succinct, I think. To the point, if you will." He laughed. "Of course it isn"t easy to read but I expect whoever finds you will fathom it eventually. And if you are very lucky, you"ll be able to tell them yourself."
He swung away and strode back to his horse. "Mount up, Black Wings; we"ve a long way to go and a mage to educate."
"Burn in h.e.l.l, Selik!" roared the mage, straining at his lashings.
Selik laughed again. "No, dear mage, I will not. Because the righteous are blessed, not cursed."
He kicked his heels into his horse"s flanks and led the Black Wings away, the mage"s shouts growing ever fainter in his ears. It had been a truly uplifting day.
Chapter 11.
The Calaian Sun sailed slowly into Ysundeneth shortly after midday on the third day after leaving the Ornouth Archipelago. Even Jevin had declared himself surprised at the speed they"d made. A steady southerly wind had driven them through a light swell and the dolphins that had swum with them most of the journey added to the idyll.
Standing next to Ilkar as they cruised towards their berth at the heart of the docks, Denser could sense the relief in the Julatsan mage, shot through as it was with nerves. It mirrored Denser"s own feelings, though his reasons were very different. The voyage had not been easy. Erienne had barely left her bunk the entire time, her heart re-broken by the ever-increasing distance from Lyanna"s grave. And when she had walked the deck, the set of her body kept everyone away from her.
Denser could understand her reaction but was frustrated he wasn"t being allowed to help. She had withdrawn into herself completely, ate little and said less. Ilkar had given voice to his concern the day before. Calaius and its climate were not like Balaia in any way. It drained and fatigued the fittest of bodies and sickness was so easy to contract, particularly for those not born there. Erienne, he said, would be seriously risking her health if she refused to keep up her strength for much longer. And if her capacity for casting was impaired, she could be risking the health of The Raven too.
As he had so often in the last three days, Denser had sighed and hoped she"d come back to herself once they landed. But, with the sun beating down hard from a clear blue sky, Denser found he could forget for a moment by simply looking straight in front of him at his first clear view of a new land. When they had first sighted Calaius and The Raven had run on deck to see, he"d felt vaguely disappointed. All he could make out were cliffs, the outline of the land where it met the sea and the very distant shapes of buildings.
Now, much closer to, it was stunning in its vibrancy and beauty. In front of them, Ysundeneth, the capital port city of Calaius, filled his eyes. Translating as "Ocean Home", or so Ilkar had said, Ysundeneth was a vast sprawling place whose dock area stretched for four miles along the winding coast; and whose buildings spread half as far back. It was almost the size of Korina but looked so utterly different. Where Korina"s skyline was filled with low, st.u.r.dy brick and stone structures built against the gales that swept the city"s estuary, Ysundeneth was a riot of spires and tall buildings, slim and sinuous but with an air of solidity. And every single one of them was made solely of wood.
Denser was astonished at the wooden buildings but Ilkar had only laughed and pointed beyond the city. Surrounding the port on all sides and covering the land for as far as he could see was a thick mat of green. Trees everywhere, punctuated by sharp rises, great sweeping cliffs and plunging soaking lowlands, but trees all the same.
Denser had stood and stared at it all for what seemed an age, only emerging from his reverie when Ilkar nudged him. He looked round to see the Julatsan arm in arm with Ren, both smiling at him.
"What do you think?" asked the elf.
Denser shrugged. "It"s extraordinary. I can"t believe how big this port is. I didn"t think many of you lived in cities. More to the point, what do you think? Been a long time for you, hasn"t it?"
Ilkar nodded, his smile fading. "It"s odd, no doubt about that. But I still feel like I"m coming home. I mean, I hardly recognise this place, it"s grown so much, but I was born here."
"Ysundeneth?"
"Well, no, not here exactly. About three days upriver by boat, but I spent a lot of time here when I was growing up and it was never this big."
"So how does it sustain itself?" The Unknown had come to the rail and was leaning out, his shaven head tanning deep brown.
"Trade with Balaia is important," said Ren. "But the real money"s made trading around the coast. So much of the inland is impa.s.sable to boats of any real size that it"s quicker to go around. But this is the biggest port by far. None of the others are even half this size."
"There have got to be well over a hundred thousand elves living here, haven"t there?" said The Unknown.
"More," said Ren.
"I"m amazed there are that many on the entire continent," said Denser. "Given the very few we see, that is."
"Calaius is a very big continent, Denser, and you"d be surprised how many elves there are here," said Ilkar. "But as a race, we just like to keep ourselves to ourselves. No one"s going to take you to their bosom when we land, I can tell you. And when I also tell you that the elves you"ll meet in the ports are the most outgoing, well, I"ll leave you to draw your own conclusions."
"The place must burn a lot." It was Hirad, standing just behind them. "All that wood."
Ilkar cupped a hand to his ear. "Hark," he said, a broad grin on his face. "The lilting sounds of a barbarian making a daft comment."
"b.u.g.g.e.r off."
"Does the term "rainforest" not give you any sort of clue?" asked Ilkar. "I mean it doesn"t rain quite so much here on the coast but inland, well, you"ll experience it soon enough."
Ren nudged Ilkar hard. "Tell him the truth. All of it."
Hirad"s face hardened. Denser clapped his hands. "G.o.ds, I love listening to you two."
"You could sell tickets to it," muttered The Unknown.
Ilkar puffed out his cheeks. "Fair enough, I was just taking a rise and am guilty as charged, although it does rain a lot."
"So what is the truth?" growled Hirad.
"That all the buildings are coated with flame-r.e.t.a.r.dant resin. We just use nature"s own defences out here. Smells a bit if you"re not used to it but it"s good against lightning and fire."
"Make a simple statement, I don"t know . . ." Hirad let his voice trail off but Denser could see his heart wasn"t in his anger. As it never was with Ilkar. It was one of the joys of travelling with The Raven. Those two could be pure theatre at times.
"So what"s the plan?" asked Hirad.
"Simple, really," said Ilkar. "We"re landing in about an hour, I think. We"ll find a place to stay tonight and while you lot take a look at the sights, Ren and I"ll hire a boat to take us upriver tomorrow. "
"And you"re quite sure your village is the place to start looking for these mages of yours?" The Unknown was frowning.
"It"s as good a place as any. We used to send a lot of adepts to Julatsa at one time and there"ll be people there who are sympathetic and, more important, who will know where to look for more. Just hanging up a sign here won"t get us far. But of course I have personal reasons for wanting to go there, I"m sure you"ll understand. You don"t have to come if you don"t want to."
"The Raven never work apart," said Hirad.
Ilkar smiled. "You won"t regret it," he said. "It"s beautiful."
"And flame-resistant," said The Unknown.
The east gates of Xetesk opened and the ma.s.sed ranks of refugees stood, their movement an expanding ripple across a human sea. Ten thousand and more with hope renewed that this time food and not soldiers would be disgorged.
From where Avesh stood on a patch of churned mud with everything he loved and everything he owned, he couldn"t see the base of the gates. Couldn"t see what or who came out, but he could rely on the mood of the crowd to give him the information he needed.
He pulled his wife and young son to him, their bony frames pressed against his, and stepped away from their pile of filthy blankets and scant possessions. How they hadn"t died of cold, starvation or disease through the winter, having lost their farm to the storms, he would never know. But they had been spared and that was all he cared about.
The family all knew the drill. If it was food they would split up and run because if you were slow you got nothing. But if you were lucky, you got three shares. At first Avesh had been against that but he"d been forced to harden his heart as the death toll from illness and hunger rose daily. Rather them than his family.
And now, with spring coming to ease the chill and the first colours of new life pushing through the thawed earth, it looked like their persistence might actually pay off. Though they were all haggard and thin they were still alive. Today, Avesh was daring to believe they would live to rebuild their lives.
The noise built around them. Those with the strength made ready to run or swallow their disappointment. But something was different. Avesh caught it in the air just before he heard the shouts. A cry of surprise. Another of indignant outrage.
He watched for a few moments, feeling the unease whiplash through the throng. His first instinct had been to move forward but he held his ground, his heart querulous. He bit his lip and stood on tiptoe.
"Atyo, hop up on my shoulders. Let"s look see." The scrawny lad scrambled up. "What can you see?"
"Soldiers," he said. "And riders. Lots."
"Coming along the path?"
They"d seen this a dozen times but the mood of the crowd suggested something new.
"No, all over. Everyone"s moving."
And now Avesh could see it. The move forward had faltered, was already reversing. The noise of countless scared people was growing to a crescendo shot through with the harsh shouts of soldiers carrying on the breeze.
The boy climbed down and looked up into his father"s eyes.
"What will we do?"
"Give me a moment, son," said Avesh.
The crowd was rippling again. No, not a ripple, a wave heading outwards away from the gates.
"G.o.ds falling," he breathed. He gripped Atyo and Ellin, turning them both to him. "They"re trying to clear the camp, the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. If we get separated, we"ll meet back at the crossing of the River Dord to the north. Can you both find that?"
"Why would we be separated?" asked Ellin.
He didn"t have to answer her. The wave hit them instead. He grabbed them each by a hand.
"Come on, we"ve got to go."
The press was thickening but Ellin hesitated.
"Our things."
"Leave them. Come on."
Avesh could feel the surge through the ground now. A drumming like a thousand hoof beats. But this stampede was human. He swung them both around, stumbling against somebody who rushed past. He caught the briefest glimpse of an ashen face before it was lost in the throng.
They began to run. There was only one direction. To try and cross the path of the crowd would be suicide. Avesh held them firm, taking care to move at the same pace as his boy, but when the youngster tripped anyway, Avesh scooped him into one arm and ran on, his wife right beside him.
He could see nothing but flailing limbs, hair streaming and the backs of countless desperate people driven to run though they barely had the strength. It was a chase that would exhaust itself quickly, and already the weakest were falling, their legs powerless to keep them upright, their spirits unable to take them a single pace further. And those that fell were left. There was nothing anyone could do, not even family, as the packed horde fled on, dragging the crying survivors with it.
Avesh ignored the ache in his wasted left arm muscles where he clutched Atyo and dared a look down at his wife. Ellin"s face was determined as she ploughed on, transmitting her fear through the painfully tight grip on his hand.
Through the screams, the shouts and the thrumming of feet across the ground, Avesh could hear horses and the rhythmic heavy thud of men running in unison, closing fast. The crowd gathered sudden extra impetus. Worse, it split. Avesh pulled left, Ellin went right. Their hands slipped agonisingly apart. Avesh tried to change direction and reached out his hand. Their fingers brushed but that was all and he caught only a glimpse of her gaunt face and despairing hand as the crowd swept her away from him.
Riders galloped through the gap, voices hoa.r.s.e, shouting orders to move.
"Ellin!" Avesh yelled. "The Dord. Remember the Dord!"
"Mummy!" screamed Atyo, wriggling around, straining to see her.
Avesh saw her just once more, bobbing like a bottle in a stormy sea, helpless, unable even to struggle as she vanished from sight.