"So what was your plan?" asked Richmond of the others.
"Stealth," said Jandyr. "We"ve identified a way in through the back and were waiting for dead of night to go in when your friends were taken past. We"d just decided to wait further when you came along."
"Hmm." Hirad sucked his lip. "I"m not sure that"ll work now. They"re going to be expecting some form of attack from us."
"But not from seven people," said Thraun. "Only three."
"Interesting," murmured Talan. Then, louder, "Your wife, what"s her schooling?"
"Dordovan, I told you . . ." began Alun.
"No, no, sorry. I mean is she princ.i.p.ally offensive or defensive?"
Alun looked blank for a moment. "Well, neither, really. She"s a research mage - a Lore Scribe. Or she will be."
"But does she cast?" pushed Talan.
"Never to hurt others." Alun was definite.
"Excellent," said Talan. "Even if Travers is controlling her, it makes a Rage all that much more likely to succeed."
"A what?" Will frowned.
Hirad smiled. "Perhaps we could interest you in The Raven"s chaos tactic."
They had broken three ribs and one, at the base of his rib cage, had cracked back to threaten his lungs. The blows had become more and more brutal, moving from his stomach to his chest and, finally, to his legs.
Then they had left him, hanging and bleeding from a dozen places outside and, when he went within, two inside. One of these, on his liver, felt serious. He ached. His battered legs shot pain into his back if he tried to stand; and his arm and broken ribs flared if he hung from his wrists.
Through the ill-fitting drapes in the hall, Ilkar thought he could see the first hint of dawn. His heart sank and he wondered if there was any point in keeping himself going. It was taking the last of his strength. Better to shut off and let himself die.
He tried to hate Denser then. Hate him for trapping The Raven into their futile and doomed action. Hate him for causing the deaths of his friends. Hate him for being Xeteskian and sleeping on, unaware of the agony Ilkar was enduring.
But he found he couldn"t. Denser, for all his arrogance, had been telling the truth - the evidence was overwhelming. The discovery of the Dawnthief parchment, the fight with the Destranas, Gresse"s word about the Wesman build-up. It all fitted with a return of the Wytch Lords and a Xeteskian drive to recover the only spell capable of beating them.
He shuddered. At least in dying he"d be out of the battle for Balaia. A battle where there probably wouldn"t be any winners. He breathed in hard and coughed up blood, gasping in pain as his lung pushed against broken bone. He straightened his legs slowly, relieving pressure on his numb arms, wincing as the bruising in his hips pulsed agony right across his back.
They"d been away a few minutes now. Ilkar frowned. Would they bother to ask him any more questions? G.o.ds, he hoped so. At least that would mean they"d put him back in the chair. Where had they gone? Travers had said he"d be back. Ilkar wondered if they were talking to Denser but presumed he would still be drugged asleep. He blew out his lips. More likely they were having breakfast or something.
The double doors at the end of the room opened and Travers walked in, flanked by two men. Bottle in one hand, gla.s.s in the other, the Captain had a p.r.o.nounced stagger now.
"Fourth bottle!" he shouted, waving it at Ilkar. "Maybe I"ll beat the record today."
"Or die trying, if we"re lucky," muttered the mage.
"Sorry, Ilkar, did you say something? You"ll have to speak up." Travers shambled towards his chair but another sight behind him caught Ilkar"s attention. Stripped to the waist, head down and carried in between Isman and another was Denser. His feet were dragging across the floor and he looked for all the world as if he was dead.
They hauled him to a chair and set him in it, holding his shoulders to stop him falling to the ground. Travers laughed and Ilkar turned to find the Captain staring at him.
"That"s the trouble with this drug of ours. A touch too much and you don"t want to wake up. And we had so much we needed to ask Denser, and he needed such persuading to wake up and talk to us." Travers" expression became one of mocking solemnity. "I"m afraid he didn"t agree with us for rather a long time."
Ilkar could imagine the pain Denser was feeling. He could see harsh red marks on his upper body and, here and there, weals brought up by a whip or belt. He only hoped the Xeteskian was still numbed by the drug.
Travers drank directly from the bottle and stood up, swaying. He staggered back a step and would have fallen over his chair had not a soldier removed it smartly from his path. The Captain"s face was bright red, his eyes hooded but wild and his chest heaving.
"And now we come to the first of two choices." His speech, now slurred badly, would soon be unintelligible. He moved to stand between Ilkar and Denser, contriving to look at neither of them.
"One." He held up a finger. "Do you answer my questions honestly or do I have to carry on convincing you it is the only way? And you will bend to my will eventually."
Travers looked from one to the other. Ilkar stared at Denser, who showed no reaction at all. The elf could see his chest moving though it juddered from some very imaginable pain.
"Nice try, Travers," said Ilkar. "Seems as though you"ll have to carry on."
"Two!" barked Travers, holding two fingers aloft. He drank from his bottle again, spirit dripping from his slack mouth, which he wiped with the back of a hand. "In that case, which of you wants to see the other one die?"
Ilkar almost felt relieved. At least it would mean an end to the agony. He regretted not seeing Hirad again but he was beginning to believe the barbarian was indeed already dead. He would have volunteered to die but it was obvious that Travers had dragged Denser in here for one reason only. Ilkar doubted he could close his mind to Denser"s torment.
He gazed over at the Dark Mage, feeling genuine sympathy for the first time.
"Goodbye, Denser," he whispered.
Denser"s body jerked violently and he clasped under his right arm with his left hand. He lifted his head and the sight made Ilkar flinch. He was all but unrecognisable. Blood matted his features, his nose skewed to the right, his mouth was a swollen bubble of raw red and his eyes mere slits behind the swelling. He coughed and stared straight at Ilkar, and his mouth, incredibly, spread into a grin.
"They"re here," he croaked.
From beyond the hall, there was a shout of warning, then something more b.e.s.t.i.a.l, and mayhem moved to reign in the Black Wings" castle.
Chapter 15.
Hirad was already having to concede, to himself, that Will could be useful. Useful enough to stay with The Raven after they"d dealt with the Black Wings, in fact. Fate was a curious thing, he concluded. He had to admit that he had thought of no one he"d want to recruit and yet now he"d literally b.u.mped into three. a.s.suming they survived, of course. And then a.s.suming he could persuade them to join The Raven. It wouldn"t be as easy as it once was.
He could no longer offer people guaranteed work, well paid, and a reputation they could carry before them. Now the deal was almost certain death in pursuit of a cause of which only half the country seemed convinced and the other half looked to disrupt or destroy. And then maybe some reward. Hardly an enticing prospect.
Alun was not of the right calibre and Hirad doubted he"d care to travel with them anyway. But Thraun, with his solid muscle, and the elven bowman Jandyr would make ideal additions. It made Hirad wonder what The Raven would have been like with them as members in earlier times. Better times.
And then there was Will. Surly, sneering and ungrateful he seemed to be, talented he certainly was. It wasn"t only his swift and accurate scouting of the area around the castle that impressed Hirad, but the way he had just climbed the wall behind the stable block as if it were a ladder. One end of the rope the wiry man had carried with him sailed back over the wall and dropped at the barbarian"s feet. He glanced at it, then at Thraun, who smiled.
"Good, isn"t he?" he said. Hirad nodded, hauled the rope taut and began climbing. In less than two minutes they were all in the grounds of the Black Wings" castle.
"Right," whispered Will. "The only guards outside the house are by the main gates. I couldn"t see any signs of a roving watch but that"s no reason to get careless. As you can see, the main building is about thirty paces away. We"re in deep shadow here and safe from the house. I estimate the house to be a good one hundred and fifty feet on the longer side and maybe ninety feet on this side." Will pointed behind him, then looked squarely at Hirad. "And now it"s up to you."
"Nothing to it," said the barbarian. "I"ll decide directions when we get inside, and the way in is through the nearest window." He set off for the corner of the house. Reaching it, he looked left down the short side which led to the front before peering in through the darkened window before him. He shrugged and was about to speak when he felt Jandyr at his shoulder. The elf leaned in close and nodded.
"Empty," he whispered. "It"s a study or something like that. Definitely small and definitely empty."
"Excellent," said Hirad. He drew back a fist.
"What are you doing?" hissed Will.
"Getting inside," said Hirad.
"I"ve got a better way." Will fetched a thin strip of metal from his belt and fed it between the windows. He foraged briefly, found the catch, jerked the metal up and popped it. The window swung gently open. "After you," he said, stepping back.
Hirad glared at him before climbing over the sill and padding towards the room"s only door. He listened as the others made their way inside and could hear nothing. He turned back to the room.
"Right. When there"s opportunity, Talan, Richmond, take Alun and Will and get upstairs. I"ll stay down with the others." He cracked the door a fraction, enough to know it was dark inside. He beckoned Jandyr over. The elf looked in briefly then withdrew and closed the door.
"It"s small. A drawing room or something. There"s a curtained opening ahead and right and a door at the top of the left wall."
Hirad nodded and removed his cloak, the cat dropping to the ground and looking around itself, ears and nose gathering further information. "Good. We"ll split here. Talan, take the left." He opened the door and moved inside. "Anyone not sure, take a lead from a Raven man. Ready?" Murmurs of a.s.sent told him they were. He drew his sword from his scabbard and grinned at Richmond and Talan. "RAVEN!" he roared. "Raven and Rage!"
He strode to the opening and swept the curtain aside, allowing light to spill in from beyond. He howled, a sound immediately taken up by The Raven, and marched down a short pa.s.sage, clashing his sword against the stone wall, feeling a high as Will and the others joined the discordant chorus.
The b.e.s.t.i.a.l screams and shouts, the sound of metal on stone, heavy boots on timber echoed about him. He could feel the blood surging in his veins, feel his muscles empowered, his ears ringing and his eyes wild. He broke from his walk, moving into the light at a dead run, only dimly aware that the cat had streaked away in front of him.
There were men in there, two of them. He laughed, his teeth bared, and rushed them. The first froze and Hirad barely paused in his stride, hacking the man down on his way to the second, whose token resistance was swept aside like a stray hair from his face. He roared again, deep in his throat, stopping to take stock.
It was a kitchen. He was by a double door. More doors were ahead of him. Jandyr and Thraun stood in front of a third.
"See how it works? See how it works? Now we split, one each way. Shout loud and keep moving or you"ll die." He turned, kicked open the doors by him and charged inside, another scream forming on his lips, the cat hard on his heels.
Talan hammered through the door in front of him and saw a windowed opening right and a door left. He pointed right, not pausing in his stride as he took the left route, yelling Will"s name as he went. They burst into a large room with fireplaces and windows down the far wall. Double doors occupied the bottom right-hand corner and Talan ran at these, howling as he went, kicking over chairs and tables and clashing his sword on the stone-clad wall. Will did his best to keep up, his initial self-consciousness lost in a wave of excitement.
On Talan"s signal, Richmond crashed through the windowed opening, showering gla.s.s and wood into an enclosed quadrangle. Richmond exulted, crushing shrubs and plants underfoot and sparing a brief glance at the night sky above as he moved towards doors he could see in the gla.s.s-panelled wall to his left. Alun was hard on his heels. Halfway there, the doors opened, and a swordsman stepped into the quad. Richmond bellowed and increased his pace; the swordsman merely smiled and stood his ground. Battle was joined in a clash of sparks and the clamorous ring of metal.
Jandyr and Thraun exchanged a look of near disbelief as Hirad smashed his way through the double doors. The elf shrugged, drew in a huge breath and shuddered a guttural noise from deep within himself, his fists clenched about his bow. Thraun nodded, turned on his heel and ran for the doors in the far wall, his yell, truly animalistic, bouncing from the walls.
Jandyr nocked an arrow, kicked open the single panel next to him and looked on to a flight of stairs heading down. Now his hunter instincts cut in and, bow ready before him, he slipped soundlessly on to the first step, his eyes piercing the gloom easily, his nose twitching at a smell of stale sweat tinged with urine and blood.
There was a dim light below, coming from under a curtained opening. He took the stairs one at a time, absolutely silent as he progressed. There was at least one person behind the curtain, a stifled cough giving him away, and Jandyr moved to the right-hand edge of the curtain as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Satisfied that the man wasn"t close to the opening, the elf swept the curtain aside with his bowstring hand, keeping the arrow primed with the other. The sight before him all but made him laugh.
Thraun slapped the doors aside, moving through with an animal fluidity. A single guard stood outside a set of double doors to the right; and when the man"s bloodied corpse thumped to the floor he took in the rest of his situation. The entrance hall he found himself in was empty. In front of him, main doors. Left, more doors. He swung around, found stairs rising above him and, with a brief glance to the right from where he could hear fighting, climbed the flight three at a time.
The yell died on Hirad"s lips as he saw the scene in front of him. It was a huge room, draped and cold, and halfway down it, Ilkar was chained to the wall by his wrists. His head, hanging on his chest, lifted.
"Hirad, thank the G.o.ds."
The barbarian sheathed his sword and ran over to the mage. "You"re alive at least," he said, slapping aside the catch on Ilkar"s right arm. The elf winced as he was released.
"Careful," he said. "My ribs aren"t so good."
"Anything else?" Hirad paused, looking into Ilkar"s eyes. Ilkar managed to turn up the corners of his mouth.
"Legs, stomach, arms . . ."
Hirad nodded. "Lean into me," he said. He turned, back towards Ilkar, and felt the mage lean his head on his right shoulder. Reaching over his left, he slipped the catch on the other manacle. Ilkar had to cling on not to fall.
"All right?"
"No. But let me get my left arm round you and you can help me to one of those chairs over there."
Hirad looked and saw Denser. He was lying flat on his back in front of the chairs, the cat burrowed under his right arm. His chest rose and fell, shuddering. The Raven pair edged over to the chairs, Hirad lowering Ilkar as gently as he could into one of them, turning his attention then to the Xeteskian.
Richmond fell back, breathing hard, clutching briefly at a cut in his sword arm just below the shoulder. He flapped behind him, hearing Alun move away.
"Not so big now, eh, Raven man?"
Richmond said nothing.
"You should have gone home. Nothing here but death."
Richmond switched his sword to his other hand and squared up. His enemy raised his eyebrows, impressed in spite of himself. The Raven man edged to the right, hearing the whisper of sword from scabbard behind him.
"Keep away, Alun, this doesn"t concern you."
"Yes it does. It"s my family they"ve got."
"The doting father, eh? What are you doing here?" jibed the Black Wing. "Come to collect the bodies?"
"b.a.s.t.a.r.d," grated Alun. "b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" He lunged forwards from Richmond"s left. The Raven man reacted instantly, closing off the Black Wing"s route to Alun, only his enemy wasn"t there. Antic.i.p.ating what Richmond would do, he moved the other way and plunged his sword into Richmond"s chest.
Richmond breathed his pain and fell to his knees, the metal hot between his ribs. It was yanked clear and he collapsed on to his front, his blood soaking his clothes and hair. He heard a short laugh of triumph, the sound of running moving into the dim distance, and then the world went silent.
Talan burst into the hallway, Will right behind him. Opposite them, a body lay in front of a set of double doors. To their right, stairs led up. Talan paused to listen and could hear Thraun, who had evidently gained the upper level already. He frowned. There was not enough noise and he couldn"t hear Richmond or Hirad.
"Let"s go! Let"s go!" he shouted and clattered up the stairs. Will joined his cry and chased after him.
Alun watched Richmond drop to the ground, then turned and fled back the way they had come. His heart quailed in his chest, sweat crawled over his body and he was quivering. He was alone in a castle full of steel and death. He paused back in the corridor, about to run out into the night. Not quite alone. His blood still pumped life somewhere in this place. He chose the route back into the house - he had to find Will.
Isman, a smile on his face, saw Alun run. He would have chased him but there were others more deserving of his attention. And before them, he thought he might attend to the mages.
Travers staggered along the upper level, hammering on doors as he went, yelling for wakefulness. The sounds of The Raven filled his castle, and his solitude and condition hastened his step. He didn"t stop to check that his men had heard his cries, there was no time. Should the enemy reach the boys first and release them a blight would be unleashed on Balaia. Twin sons of a mage - there could be little more dangerous than that. And once they were dead, it would be time to terminate his a.s.sociation with their mother.
Denser lay back as the cat bit into him, feeling it draw power, knowing it regained its strength even as his ebbed still further. But there was a balance. There would always be balance. He was dimly aware of voices around him, one at least was directed at him, but he could not answer. Not yet. His right hand stroked the cat from memory as the animal sucked in his blood. There would be enough and the Badge would be his. Travers was doomed. He smiled.
The cat ceased its feeding and looked at him with eyes newly aflame. Their minds locked and he pushed an image of the Captain into their consciousness. Seek and return, he said. Bring him to me. You know what you have to do.
The cat blinked once, slowly.
I will live in your absence. Go.
The cat seemed satisfied, its purr almost a growl. It moved away from him and sized up the ways out of the room, but all the doors were closed.