"You want me to repeat all this to the Magistrates?" he asked. "Tell them, that despite all evidence, one of the Archons survives? And that I have the word of a woman who has never previously shown a talent for magic, but claims she"s suddenly a great wizard?"
He sighed, shaking his head in despair. "I can"t allow it, my dear friend," he said. "It will do your reputation great harm."
"Hang my reputation," I exploded. "I"m sworn to die die for Orissa if necessary. Now that she"s facing a greater threat than ever before, why would I fear mere humiliation? I want a hearing, dammit! I demand a hearing before the Magistrates for Orissa if necessary. Now that she"s facing a greater threat than ever before, why would I fear mere humiliation? I want a hearing, dammit! I demand a hearing before the Magistrates and and the Council of the Council of Evocators! It is my right and duty as commander of the Maranon Guard to report on my mission. It was by their their orders that I was sent. And it was by their orders that all but twenty of us returned." orders that I was sent. And it was by their orders that all but twenty of us returned."
He relented. "Very well," he said. "I"ll try to see what I can do."
I exploded. "You"ll have to do more than try! You don"t seem to understand. The Archon is more powerful than ever. By the G.o.ds, if Gamelan or Amalric were here you"d all be jumping right now."
"Yes, yes," he said. "Calm yourself, my dear Rali. I"ll see to it immediately."
More time dragged by. Then a message came from Malaren. The Magistrates and Evocators had agreed to a hearing. But first they wanted a written report so they could go over it in detail. "But first", I"ve noted, is the favourite phrase of the paper-shuffler and small-minded business folk. Only tax collectors do not use it. So, I laboured over the report for days, drawing and redrawing my argument until it was absolutely clear. The report went out and, surprisingly, a date was quickly set - the first day of the full moon, which was one week off. During this whole time, my family didn"t say a word about my demands. When I warned Porcemus that I"d be stirring things up, he only said: "Whatever you think best, Rali." His att.i.tude was so refreshing it was frightening.
The day finally came and I prepared myself with extra care. I took a long, sudsy bath. I trimmed and buffed my nails, had my hair redone in a helmet cut, oiled my harness until it shone, polished every bit of metal, and gave my sword an extra stropping. When I was fully dressed everything about me gleamed, from the pure white uniform tunic, to my .burnished boots. Even my legs and arms, which I left bare, glowed a golden sea- and sun-kissed brown.
On the way out of the villa, I hesitated, thinking I ought to visit my mother"s garden shrine for good luck. As soon as I went through the gate, I knew something was wrong. The garden was usually a pleasant jumble of flowers and trees, but now it was cold perfection. Every stone was white-painted, the gra.s.s trimmed nearly to the roots, the trees lined up so exactly that if you stood behind one, the others couldn"t be seen; and the plants and flowers were set in an exact pattern, as if put there by a geometer. As I stood there dismayed, wondering if Amalric had lost his mind and dismissed our old family gardener who"d been with us since we were children, I noticed the absence of odour of any kind. The air was balmy, but where was the scent of roses and sandalwood and fruit flowers? Also, where there was usually a flock, only a single bird chirped from the trees and I heard the buzz of a solitary insect. I saw no other. My steps quickened as I rounded the curve of the path to the shrine. Awaiting me was an even greater mockery. The simple blank stone was gone. As was the rose tree that had framed it, and the charming little musical fountain. Instead, there was a large statue of my mother. Oh, it was exactly like her, and she was a beautiful woman, so I couldn"t call it ugly. But there was such an enn.o.bled martyr look about it, that I knew she would have hated it; been humiliated by it.
I shouted for Porcemus and when he came trotting up I blistered the air. "What have you done?" I demanded.
"Why, what is the matter, Rali?" he said, startled by my heated tone.
"Mother"s shrine is gone," I snapped. "Instead there"s this big ugly thing."
Porcemus looked at the statue, gaping stupidly as if seeing it for the first time.
"Does Amalric know about this?" I demanded. Porcemus recovered, and smiled. "Oh, of course, he does. It"s his home, after all."
"I can"t believe he"d allow such a thing," I said. "You must"ve done it when he was gone."
"That"s it, exactly," Porcemus said. He seemed oddly relieved. "We wanted to surprise him. He quite liked it. I"m sorry you don"t."
I didn"t listen to another word, but spun on my heel and stalked out, fuming and cursing under my breath. I had the same poor horse as before and expected him to shy away when I stormed into the stable to take him from the groom. Instead he took my angry burden quite placidly, making me madder still. I wanted to boot him into a gallop, but realized I"d only be taking my troubles out on the poor beast and merely switched his flanks with the reins. He broke into a smooth run and we were soon away from the villa. I calmed myself - there were more important things to face this day. I only hoped the beginning didn"t forebode what was going to happen next.
An hour later I was ushered into the main chamber of the Hall of Magistrates and was at rigid attention as our city"s rulers came in one by one and took their seats. The hall was otherwise empty - this was to be a private hearing. There were seven of them - the full five who made up the Council of Magistrates, plus two youthful appearing representatives of the Council of Evocators. I didn"t recognize either of them. The Magistrates were all men I knew - especially Malaren who gave me a friendly smile when he took his seat near the end.
Then my heart sank as I saw a maddeningly familiar figure seat himself in the highest-backed chair in the centre, which is reserved for one of the Chief Magistrates. It was Jinnah! By the G.o.ds, how could that b.a.s.t.a.r.d have risen to such high office? But there was nothing I could do. I could only trust in the good judgment of the other six men. I steeled myself and began the speech I"d a.s.sembled with much care.
. "My esteemed Lords," I said, "I stand before you in great sorrow. The mission you entrusted me with has failed, despite the most extreme efforts of your beloved Maranon Guard. To accomplish the task you charged us with, we sailed far to the west - farther than any man or woman from these parts has ever gone before. We encountered and defeated savages and other hostile forces. On your behalf, and on behalf of Orissa, we befriended the great peoples of the distant kingdom of Konya, who await your emissaries to begin trade. They are a rich people, a good people, and will make worthy allies as these new lands in the west open to us. But I grieve to tell you that these successes are nothing compared to our ultimate failure to carry out your orders.
"The last Archon of Lycanth eluded us to the very end. Only twenty of us returned, My Lords. Twenty of all those who set sail two years ago. The only reason I am able to stand here before you today is because of the blood my sister warriors were willing to shed so I could carry back the warning.
"My Lords, Orissa faces the greatest crisis in its existence. As I speak the Archon is hatching his final plan to humble us, to destroy us. Lord Gamelan, himself - the greatest Evocator Orissa has ever bred -gave his life so I might sound the trumpet. I wish the G.o.ds had seen it otherwise and it was he stood before you now, so you could fully realize the peril that faces us. Please, My Lords, know that peace is not yet ours. Know that our greatest enemy still stalks us, and there is little time left before he will pounce."
I"d concentrated so hard on my speech I hadn"t noticed the reaction of my leaders. But as I finished and looked into their faces I was astonished to see such blank looks. It was as if I hadn"t said a word.
At long last Jinnah cleared his throat. He gave me that weasel smile of his. "An excellent report, Captain Antero," he said. "You are to be congratulated. Let me be the first to say how much I mourn the n.o.ble women who gave their lives for Orissa."
The other members of the group made dull noises of condescension. I could feel my blood rising; anger hammered at my temples. Jinnah raised a copy of the report I"d prepared.
"We"ve pored over this quite carefully, Captain," he said. "So you needn"t go into any additional detail at this time. I must say, we were quite alarmed, weren"t we, My Lords?"
He turned to the others, who mumbled agreement. Malaren gave a vigorous nod.
"We were so alarmed we didn"t wait for this hearing," Jinnah continued. "Rest a.s.sured our n.o.ble Evocators took immediate action."
I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank Te-Date that something was being done. But my relief was short-lived.
"Spells were cast,"Jinnah went on. "Spells, I have been a.s.sured, of the utmost sophistication. I"m pleased to report, Captain, there is no basis to your grave fears."
"What?" I roared, forgetting myself. "What are you saying?"
Jinnah only raised his eyebrows. "I"m saying, my brave woman, that contrary to your bleak thinking, your mission was a complete success. Your soldiers did not not die in vain. Nor did the great Lord Gamelan. The Archon is dead. Thanks to you, Orissa is safer than it has ever been in its history. There is no threat." die in vain. Nor did the great Lord Gamelan. The Archon is dead. Thanks to you, Orissa is safer than it has ever been in its history. There is no threat."
Can you imagine the nightmare I was trapped in, Scribe? Here was the man who was proof cynicism is the real ruler of this world. His motives in sending the Maranon Guard after the Archon were of the meanest, self-serving kind, and had nothing to do with his concern for Orissa. Those same motives led him to plot against the life of the Guard"s commander - threatening the mission itself. This man, this fool, now held the fate of Orissa in his honours-grubbing hands.
"You are making the most terrible error," I shouted. "Lord Gamelan himself confirmed all I have said."
Jinnah smiled, amused. He looked over at the two young Evocators who had the temerity to giggle. "So you claim, Captain,"Jinnah said. "But by your own admission, Lord Gamelan was blinded and had lost his powers. Also - and I hate to malign the dead - Gamelan was was an old man. Far past his prime, mighty and gloried though that prime might have been." He looked at the Evocators. "Isn"t that so, My Lords?" an old man. Far past his prime, mighty and gloried though that prime might have been." He looked at the Evocators. "Isn"t that so, My Lords?"
One of the young wizards bobbed his head, still giggling. Then he tried to look mournful, serious. "I fear all you say is true," he said. "Besides being old, poor Lord Gamelan was quite overwhelmed by all the new magical discoveries that have been made since the good captain"s brother discovered the Far Kingdoms. He still clung to the old ways of doing things. Refused to consider the new theories posed by the late Lord Janos Greycloak - whom he privately denounced. Harsh as it may sound, reason commands us to conclude that Lord Gamelan was no longer competent."
This was absolute nonsense! Gamelan might"ve feared that age was threatening his wits, but I knew from our many long talks about the philosophy of magic those fears had only spurred him to think deeper still. How many times had I heard him expound on Greycloak"s theories and where they all might lead someday? I told them all this; I defended Gamelan to the heavens, but nothing I said would wipe off those d.a.m.ned smiles.
Then Jinnah leaned forward. "That may all be very well, Captain Antero," he said. "But in your report you say it was you you who cast the spell, not Lord Gamelan. And it was who cast the spell, not Lord Gamelan. And it was you you who found evidence of the threat from the Archon. Isn"t that so?" who found evidence of the threat from the Archon. Isn"t that so?"
"Yes," I said. "But it was Gamelan who taught me, guided me."
"Ah, so now you claim to be a wizard?" Jinnah said. "Such a great wizard that your magical efforts are to be accepted over the best magical minds in Orissa?" He indicated the two Evocators.
"I can only tell you what I know? know? I said. "I make no claims, except that I speak the truth. Look, here on my palm, where the Archon"s brand still lingers! Please, My Lords. You I said. "I make no claims, except that I speak the truth. Look, here on my palm, where the Archon"s brand still lingers! Please, My Lords. You must must listen. The Archon must be stopped!" listen. The Archon must be stopped!"
"Forgive me, Captain Antero," Jinnah said, "but I must call these proceedings to a halt. I, of all people, do not wish to see one of Orissa"s greatest heroes humiliate herself. You"ve been through a great deal. I"m sure you"re weary. Confused. You should rest awhile, Captain. Then, in the fullness of time, after reflecting on what we said here today, if you still have doubts, come and see me. My door is always open to you, Captain. Such is my great respect for your accomplishments."
Then, as I gaped, refusing to believe my own eyes and ears, the seven men rose as one and walked out of the room. A sentry shut the door behind diem and took up post in front of it.
4^5.
I raged out of the hall. There were few people about as I stormed down me street to find a quiet place to think. The river is where all Orissans go to seek peace. She"s our comfort when everything else abandons us, so it"s no wonder my boots carried me there. There was little ship traffic and only a solitary fisherman far out in the centre tending his nets. I sat on the bank and reviewed all that had happened. I couldn"t see where I should"ve done anything differently; just as I couldn"t see what I ought to do next. I sat there brooding until a chill came into the air and I looked up and saw night closing in. Out on the river, the fisherman rose in his boat and hurled his net. As he did so, I had the most powerful urge to return to the villa. My family would comfort me. I got up, heading for the stable to retrieve my horse. As I neared it, I saw it was the only business open on the street. All the others, including two taverns, were shuttered early against the night. I paid the stablemaster and got my horse. As I mounted outside, the stablemaster"s lad barred the door.
This was all very odd. Taverns rarely close on the main streets, and stables never never do. And, now I thought of it, the fisherman I"d noticed was nearly as strange. I"d never seen a net-caster ply the waters that time of day. Then thoughts of Amalric"s peaceful villa drew me and I kicked my horse towards home. But just as I neared the edge of the city, I suddenly remembered Polillo"s note. She"d said she be at the tavern near the chandlery when the full moon rose; which was tonight. I turned the horse back into the city and all thoughts of the villa vanished. do. And, now I thought of it, the fisherman I"d noticed was nearly as strange. I"d never seen a net-caster ply the waters that time of day. Then thoughts of Amalric"s peaceful villa drew me and I kicked my horse towards home. But just as I neared the edge of the city, I suddenly remembered Polillo"s note. She"d said she be at the tavern near the chandlery when the full moon rose; which was tonight. I turned the horse back into the city and all thoughts of the villa vanished.
Orissa was completely dark by the time I reached the chandlery. The only light, save the bright moon, was the eerie glow of the Evocators at work in their hilltop palace. I turned the corner and saw the tavern was closed. I was about to dismount and check the message board to see if there was another note from Polillo, when I heard someone shout: "Watch out, Ismet!"
I barely had time to register that it was Polillo"s voice, when I heard the most ghasdy roar. I drew my sword and spurred the horse to the mouth of an alley where the sound was coming from.
As I entered it I saw Polillo and Ismet fighting for their lives. A monstrous demon had them cornered against a blank alley wall. It had a squat, toad-like shape, with ma.s.sive fur-covered legs and long, thick hairless arms. A demon, here in the heart of Orissa! So much for Jinnah, and his Evocators" entrail-stirring!
As I clattered into the alley the demon turned and saw me. It had a fat man"s face, with pouched jaws and lips. It shrieked at me, exposing a yard of filed teeth. My horse reared at the banshee howl and I fell heavily to the ground, barely kicking my feet out of the stirrups in time.
I scrambled up, still gripping my sword. The demon had turned back on Polillo and Ismet. Before I could move forward, the beast gave a mighty kick with one of those ma.s.sive legs, forcing Polillo and Ismet to dodge apart. The huge foot struck the wall, powdering the rock. Then, as the two women poised for counter-attack, sharp talons flicked at Ismet and I saw her roll under them. But it was only a feint, for as she came up the demon"s other arm shot out with amazing speed, slashing across Ismet"s belly.
I knew it was a death wound as I charged forward. I didn"t have to hear Polillo"s shout of grief and fury. I howled my war cry as I sprinted in for the attack. Before I could plunge my sword into the beast, it leaped high into the air and I nearly crashed into the wall. I ran straight up the side and back-flipped over onto my feet. But my guard was open, and the demon roared and sprang towards me, claws scything out.
From nowhere came Ismet, blood pouring from her mouth, holding her guts together with an arm, but all of her killing power in her long sword as it slashed, then slashed again, cutting deep into the demon"s leg before it could take me.
The creature screamed ... and was gone.
"It"s up there," Polillo shouted.
The demon was standing on the roof of the tavern, blood spouting from its leg. Polillo and I braced, expecting him to leap back into the fight. The beast peered at me and I thought I saw a flicker of fear. Then he gave another howl and vanished before our blinking eyes.
Polillo and I ran to Ismet"s slumped form. She was still alive -barely. She smiled weakly when she saw me.
"I knew you"d come," she said. Then she died.
We knelt by her body for long moments. This strange warrior woman who had been the spirit of the Guard, more than any banner, any statue of the G.o.ddess, was gone.
I knew I would never see her like again. She had been my right arm and, as much as anyone could touch the soul of Ismet, my friend.
I remembered what Pd felt as she became my team-mate long ago, against my orders, when I went up the stairs in that sea-castle in Lycanth to slay the Archons. We were a team, and we would die as a team We were a team, and we would die as a team ... Instead, she"d died for me. ... Instead, she"d died for me.
I"d failed her, although there wasn"t anything I could"ve done. Perhaps I should have insisted she spend her holidays with me. Perhaps ... perhaps ... but there wasn"t time for those thoughts.
We"d better go," Polillo said. "He might come back."
I doubted it, but said nothing. My horse was long gone, so we slipped out of the alley on foot and made our way back to the river. Polillo led me to a hiding-place under the docks. She whispered fire beads into life and I looked around with surprise when I saw it had obviously been used for some time. Among other comforts, there was a small mattress and a jug which Polillo uncorked. She drank deeply and pa.s.sed it over. I nearly gagged on the raw brandy, but it was fine once it cleared my gullet.
"You"ve obviously been here for a while," I said. "Maybe you"d better tell me what"s going on."
"I never made it to my mother"s house," Polillo said. "If you remember, my brother was waiting to fetch me when we arrived."
I nodded, vaguely recalling the tall, thin young man who"d thrown his arms around Polillo, and then blushed so charmingly when she"d introduced us during the chaos of the homecoming.
"Well, I lost him in the crowd when we were leaving," Polillo continued. "At least that"s what I thought at first. I searched for him for nearly an hour, then realized he was probably waiting for me at the crossroads outside of town. I went to the east gate, but there were soldiers there who refused to let me out. I argued, but they were thick-headed louts and wouldn"t let me pa.s.s. It was the same at the other gates."
"But I"ve used the west gate several times since we"ve been back," I said. "And I"ve never encountered any soldiers at all, much less been refused pa.s.sage."
Polillo grunted in surprise. "That may be," she said. "But the same thing happened to all the other women I"ve managed to talk to. None of them were permitted to leave the city."
"Where did you stay?" I asked.
"I spent a few nights in the barracks with Ismet," she said. I flushed as she said this, again regretting that my invitation to Ismet hadn"t been more persuasive.
Polillo sensed my thinking. "Ismet wasn"t the only one to die," she said. "Demons have killed three others that I know of." My guts churned. What a wonderful homecoming this was proving to be.
"It wasn"t so bad during the day," Polillo said. "You could get a drink at a tavern. A bite to eat at a food stall. But at night everything shuts down and that"s when the demons came after us. None of us knew what was happening at first. I found out by accident when I saw the messages posted outside the tavern."
"I saw your message," I said.
"I was hoping you would," Polillo replied. "I"d been turned back every time I tried to go to your villa and see you. But I figured you"d come back to town some some time, and hoped you"d get through where I couldn"t. I prayed like a crazed priest you"d look us up in the old haunts and see the message." She managed a small smile. "I never knew you not to stand a round when asked, so I thought I had a pretty good chance you"d show up if you saw it." time, and hoped you"d get through where I couldn"t. I prayed like a crazed priest you"d look us up in the old haunts and see the message." She managed a small smile. "I never knew you not to stand a round when asked, so I thought I had a pretty good chance you"d show up if you saw it."
"Where are the others?" I asked.
Polillo shrugged. "Hiding all over the city. It"ll take a while to round them up, but it could be done."
She went on to say she and Ismet were attacked a few nights after they"d holed up in the barracks. They"d escaped the demon and gradually learned others were being stalked. They decided to stick together and keep in contact with as many of the Guardswomen as they could. They"d been dodging death ever since, waiting for the " night when I might appear.
"But I guess that d.a.m.ned demon figured it out," Polillo said. "He was lurking when we got there. Trapped us in the alley."
"That"s another strange thing," I said. "Since when did that alley dead-end? Didn"t it used to lead to the Avenue of the Bakers?"
"Of course it did," Polillo said. "Drove me mad for a time. But that was nothing. I"ve wandered all over the city since we got back. There"s whole buildings gone. Streets that run straight up to houses and stop. I even tried "to look into windows at night, and I swear sometimes I"ve thought every soul in Orissa sneaks out of the city just to mock us. I mean, you don"t hear couples quarrelling, kids complaining about going to bed too early, or even any old grandfather snoring the roof off when it gets really late."
She took another pull on the jug. "Now, I"ll ask you the same thing you asked me, Captain," she said. "What in the name of any G.o.d you"d choose to curseK going on?"
*Whatever it is," I said with a snort, "according to our all-wise superiors, it is definitely not not the Archon." the Archon."
Polillo gaped: By the time I"d filled her in on my hearing before the Magistrates and Evocators, her jaw was practically dragging through the muck.
"It doesn"t take a Janos Greycloak," I said, "to put the sums together and come up with a simple answer. Who else but the Archon could plague us with demons? Who else but the Archon would want to see all the survivors of the expedition dead? I don"t know about the other oddities, but whatever the reason, the Archon must must be behind it" be behind it"
"Then why didn"t our Evocators sniff him out?" Polillo asked.
"I don"t know," I said. "But the only thing that seems awake and alight every night is the Palace of the Evocators. So, I propose we take a little moonlit stroll, my fair Polillo. And if chance takes us past the palace, why, who can say what should happen next?"
Polillo gave me a nasty grin. "Wait a minute, Captain," she said. "Let me get my axe."
She pulled it from under the mattress. It glittered deadly in the light of the fire beads. She gave it a rueful look.
"I thought I was done with her for a while," she said. "Some "Some welcome for a soldier home from the wars. All hail the heroes! Bah!" welcome for a soldier home from the wars. All hail the heroes! Bah!"
Twenty-Five.
The Castle of Iron I.
"M NOT SURF, what I expected to find at the Palace of the Evocators that night As we approached my nerves were snapping like tighdy strung lyre strings. The palace bulked over us, light glaring through the windows; but it was absent of any other sign of life, save the low, machine-like throbbing of the ground we walked on.
There was little cover on that hill and as we leaped over naked ground from rock cl.u.s.ter to tree I began to regret our coming. I"d cast a spell to dull the scent of our auras in case any hunting demons were lurking about, but there was nothing I could do about the bright moonlight menacing overhead. Even when we finally crept into the palace"s dense shadow, I felt no relief. The air stank of sulphurous magic and my hackles were stiff, hot pins in my flesh. I wasn"t comforted when I saw the big main gate, although closed, was not guarded.
I grew more nervous as we crouched behind a thick clump of rosemary and I probed ahead with my senses for a magical net and found nothing. Our Evocators have always been a secretive and wary lot and I think if I"d have brushed against the expected alarms, I would"ve turned back right then. Their very absence, however, heightened my suspicion. Even then, I hesitated.
Polillo leaned close to whisper: "What"U they do if they catch us?"