He wanted something of me, and I was eager to know just what.
"You have the right of that, sir. Taken by black sorcery, we were thrown into the Dismals. It would seem that that land is used to hide the evidence of Breaksword raids."
"True, Lady Drucilla. We hope the king will raise the Standard, calling upon all true men to root out these raiders. Too long have they been free to do as was done at Frosmoor."
Momentarily I was overwhelmed by the memory of the rapine that had been wrought there. I hesitated, then decided it might be well to aid our own cause, for words, too, could be weapons.
"Those at Frosmoor were betrayed by a Chosen. Even if those Gray Robes do not command troops they can turn the minds of clansmen to murder."
"As they have!" Fergal was silent for a time, but he did not leave his place; his mount still matched pace with mine. When he spoke again, he had changed the subject.
"Lady Drucilla, what know you of the Dismals?"
"Little enough," I answered, though, as with the recollection of the ruined keep, the nightmare memory of the World Below flooded my mind like a full Send. "Those who took us were not able to deliver the three of us to the one who paid them; they had been warned that Father and his troop rode hot-tod behind. Thus we were lowered into that place and left. It is a strange land quite unlike this Upper World as if it were no part of it. And it holds many perils-"
"Yet it also holds people," Fergal observed. "This stranger who rides with you makes no secret that he comes from there."
"That is so." I did not expand my answer. "Our imprisonment in the Dismals seems, as I said, to be a common ploy of the Breakswords."
"Did many survive, then? Our tales tell only of those who tried on their own to discover what lies below, never to return. Men speak of treasure to be found in the Under Land."
I turned quickly to a half lie. "We did not seek for riches but a way to the Upper World again. We found that at last where some who had come, perhaps in search of wealth, had died-and not easily. But their ropes served us."
"If such a way out existed for you, lady, could it not serve others also?"
What was this clansman searching for? In an instant he made it plain.
"Those who were also dropped there and survived-are there many such?"
I shook my head. "We saw only bones. I think that most of the Breakswords" victims were flung from above, rather than lowered, as were we."
"Zolan was lowered, then; so-those who had taken him did not want him quickly dead?" Fergal"s eyes held an almost feverish gleam.
"We have not asked him concerning his past. To us, he was a savior, protecting us from the monsters, for night-frights indeed walk by day in that place: the legends speak the truth. Zolan says that he is of the Dismals and we accept that."
"And if he is not, does he have clan-kin above to rejoice if he returns?"
"Ask that of him. I am not his voice."
At this terse answer, the Wild Cat appeared to make up his mind to tell me all. "Lady Drucilla, it is my mind that you company with our true king-Gerrit, who disappeared as a child long ago. A heavy hand is now needed, a ruler who is apart from all clan ties. Such a leader could free Gurlyon from the black Power that spins its evil webs in Kingsburke."
I turned my head to face him squarely.
"Clansman, this is no affair of mine, or Father"s, or Alsonia"s. It is against that Darkness alone that we ride, since we are Scorpys and have birth-given Talents. We have always served the Light and now that Power calls."
"These Talents, lady-are they a burden or a gift?"
I had no time to reply to that. A flash of red shot past my horse, sending it rearing, so that I had to summon all my skill to bring it under control again. The clansman had tried to catch my bridle, but my mount already answered to me again. Now I could spare attention for what had occurred. Climber had stopped where Tam and Zolan rode ahead. Now they also came to a halt.
A Send reached me: Tam"s. "Ambush ahead!"
Two snaplocks rode in holsters on either side of my saddle horn. I gathered the reins in my left hand and reached with the right for one of the pistols.
"Ambush!" I cried to the clansman. He did not reach for his huge sword but rather drew a double-barreled snaplock of his own from under his cloak.
This was level land, and much of it had been cleared. However, ahead of us the poorly surfaced road wound between two hills of some size. Fortifications, towers and walls, rose on both-the first defenses of Kingsburke. That an ambush could be set this close, under the very eyes of the garrison there, was an exceedingly bad sign.
Our father, together with Captain Tweder, came pounding back from the van, Mother so close behind that her mount was nearly nosing the tail of his. She beckoned to Tam and me and we saw Bina pushing up from the rear.
If an ambush had been laid, then where could it lie in concealment? I wondered. No thickets of brush or trees grew here, no walls except those ringing the forest above. The woods above-! Were the soldiers stationed there watching for our party particularly, or was Kingsburke now under siege, with armsmen posted in the forts and under command to destroy any who might come to the aid of the city?
Under Father"s orders we retreated, but carefully, facing always in the direction from which attack might come. Still no movement was to be seen about either of the watchtowers, nor along their walls. But more sinister yet was another absence: above those fortifications, no royal Standard flew. Who now held the King"s Towers?
Twenty-eight.
Tamara
"A test," Mother said.
The clan lord and his three lieutenants (Fergal was not counted "among them, I noted) were frowning. Several shuffled their feet as if anxious to leave and pursue some other plan.
"A heavy and hard one," Father returned.
What she outlined as our next move seemed only reasonable; even a wreaking with the aid of Power at such times had been rumored to have excellent results in the past. But the Gurlys had no tradition of Talent use and might find this nearly unbelievable.
The three of us, as well as Duty, and-somewhat to my surprise-a newcomer to the troop whom I did not know, were among those Mother had summoned. Then came Father and-Zolan as if he would try this game. I was still partnered by the man from the Dismals, though I was certain he had not been included in the chosen group.
Our snaplocks were returned to their holsters. The coming conflict would be a very different kind of battle-one in which, to judge by their growing scowls, the clansmen had no faith. I fastened the gem from the World Below to my head just above and between my eyes. It was already warming.
"A march by?" Captain Tweder asked.
"The clansmen," Mother replied.
The chief stared at her. Behind him, one of his men spat on the ground, his opinion of this uncanny business given wetly.
Perhaps because of the struggle with the Frush, the chief did not refuse. So march before us he and his men did, slowly, to enable us to survey them one by one. Then they moved away, leaving us, we hoped, with faces and forms safe listed in our memories.
The scout, left to watch the towers, returned with the information that nothing was yet to be seen about either fortification. His relief went forward to replace him there.
Mother looked to Zolan. "Do you understand what we would do?"
"Yes." His reply was curt.
"Then," she spoke to the rest of us, "let us begin."
Thus, shaping with our combined Talents, we raised both a seeming troop of Alsonians and a gathering of Gurly clansmen to march along the road we had left. Stronger and more detailed the unpeople became as we enhanced the Sends that gave them substance. As the Lord Warden"s flag appeared to whip in the wind above their line, they took on the look of armsmen parading in review for a dignitary the queen would honor.
We braced ourselves against the steady drain of Power, but no member of the ghostly band we summoned showed any sign of weakening. On and on down the road they marched as we stood on a rise behind them.
Now fleshly clansmen of the North came into sight, dust rising about the feet of their small wiry horses. I realized that the road must be made to seem disturbed about the feet of our troop, as well, or this travesty would be quickly exposed for what it was. The Gurlys were noted for keen sight and ever-ready suspicion.
The warmth against my forehead approached the point of burning, but I needed all the help the jewel could give me. Abruptly the drain I had set myself to ignore lessened, and I knew at once what was to be done. Keeping my eyes on the marchers, I allowed myself to answer. My hand swung out to clasp another"s, one that bore hard and callused fingers. There was no need to turn my head and thus risk breaking control of the spirit-soldiers; I was well aware that I was now united with Zolan. My Power had touched his before but never so deeply; nevertheless, the gem I wore made this melding of Talents, though so dissimilar, easy.
A skirmishing party broke from the mimic troop, which had now arrived within arrow-shot of the towers. That move was born of Father"s knowledge of battle strategy. No move had yet been made by those who must wait in ambush, but I was sure that the report of our beast-scout had been true.
The soldiers forming the van slowed. Now a man spurred forward- again Father"s addition to the illusion we held with all our might. And that move set the fire to the fuse.
Not only did a shower of arrows skim down in a deadly cloud from archers rising above the walls, but more armsmen poured, seemingly out of the ground itself, to strike like a spear point at our troop!
I do not know how great an effort it was for the others to change the projections we controlled, but I funneled much of my energy into letting men and horses fall, pincushioned with arrows; then I had to hold them still in sight as dead on the ground.
Suddenly a new force entered the battle. From the tower on the rise that faced us burst-a monster. I had always shrunk in fear from the sight of the giant insects that rendered the Dismals so deadly. This creature seemed one of those, like to that flier set to feed upon the spider in the nightmare skirmish we had witnessed. Borne upon huge beating wings, it rose aloft to swoop down upon the tangle of men and illusions below.
Now clansmen were running-not those shadows we strove to hold the seeming of but our enemy"s soldiers; they must have discovered that they aimed at illusions alone. The huge flier swung low, lower, and seized one of the fleeing troop.
Even at this remove from the struggle, I could hear his screams. If the flier was part of the ambush, having somehow been summoned from the Dismals, it was turning on those it was meant to serve. As suddenly as the thing struck, however, I understood. The winged monster was born from Zolan"s Power-and who better to produce such a menace?
Well into the air it had lifted when its prey twisted to fall free. The flier flapped low again, hunting for another victim. I could hear cries from the force drawn up behind us. Though they could not view the combat, they had been able to sight the creature and what it bore.
"Now!" Father"s hand swept down in the agreed-upon signal.
The flesh-and-blood troop, already in formation, moved out. Father mounted the horse brought to him by an armsman on the run and joined those already thundering along the road.
We continued to feed our mock army, though we would not be able to do so much longer. The pain that had arisen to beat in my temples was shared, I knew, by all the rest of our company.
Still the flier swooped, this time at the walls of the tower where the archers were stationed. More soldiers attempted to flee; two fell over the edge of the parapet to the ground below.
Our living troops and the Gurly clansmen were closing fast. At last Mother gave the signal releasing us from the strain of holding the illusion. I wilted to the ground. With the end of my need for keeping our phantasms intact, I was as empty as a spirits-crock after a feasting. It was too much effort to keep my eyes open, almost too much to keep breathing.
Drucilla
Night sky curved over me. The stars framed there were very bright- brighter, I thought bemusedly, than I had ever seen them before.
"Cilla!"
Now I saw no stars but rather a dim face that could be my own in a mirror.
"Bina?"
She was tugging at me, and I obeyed by sitting up. I sensed others stirring about me. I shook my head-what had happened? My whole body ached, and it took a great effort for me to move.
"Come." Again Bina pulled at me.
Come-where? And why?
"You must get to a horse," she continued as I yielded to her, somehow standing again. I heard a snorting nearby and smelled horses, yes.
Not really understanding how I got there, I found myself in a saddle. My mount bore both bridle and reins, but it now moved under the control of someone walking by its head. All I could do was to cling to its coa.r.s.e mane and strive to keep myself upright. Luckily we were advancing at little more than a walk.
Though the main focus of my attention was our dreamlike progress, memory began to stir. The bushy-bearded face of a Gurly kept forming in front of my own as if he strode backward before me. Then I saw a man with a scar-twisted lip, and beside him a boy with a straggle of face hair. Northerners, all of them.
My grip on the mane tightened as realization dawned. Those three- they were Patterns! To create the form of something living or unliving, one must first fashion a Pattern; that was a task I had performed many times over. As if a door had been flung open in my mind, I remembered: we had Patterned a war-troop of our own folk, and a riding of Gurly clansmen. That act must have been a success, or surely we would not now be free.
"Bina?" There was no need for whispering as I had just done-or was there?
It was not my sister who answered but the one who led my horse.
"The Lady Sabina, milady, has gone to see the squire, who is hurt."
"And you are-?" I prompted.
"Ison of Scorpy-Alt, out of the Southern Isles," the man answered. "I have come into the company of the Lord Warden with a message from the queen, and I am to ride with his troop for a s.p.a.ce."
I sat up a little straighter and loosed my right-handed hold in the dark to reach the nearer snaplock, which a brush with my knee told me was slung at the saddle horn. A sect of Clan Scorpy dwelt in the Sea Islands, right enough; however, neither Father nor Mother had mentioned this distant kinsman. I had dealt with illusion this day to such a point that I was suspicious.
Then I remembered how we had gathered our own living band before engaging the enemy-if one might call dispatching shadows launching weapons. A stranger had been with us-young, he was, and wearing the buff coat and breastplate of a trooper. On sudden impulse, I loosed a Send, then grabbed again at my horsehair anchor as I nearly reeled off my mount.
"You-Read?"
I trembled as an answer was returned-not with the clarity of one from my sisters or Mother, but still plain.
"I Read, yes. I have the Talent."
Very seldom was Reading a masculine gift. Our father had it in part, and it was said that his brother who died of the wasting illness had been Gifted with even more.
"I am your cousin-son to Magus Scorpy-"
Magus had been Father"s other brother. He had chosen to serve Alsonia at sea and had died at the moment of victory in the great engagement with sea-slavers in the Southern waters.
"Welcome, Kinsman." I spoke aloud, too drained to maintain mind-link. "Tell me, how went the battle?"
I heard a chuckle out of the dark rising above the sound of horse hooves and the thud of marching feet.
"I believe they are running still. That dragon certainly shook them in their boots!"
"Dragon?" I was momentarily bewildered. "Oh, the winged one-Zolan must have woven that illusion. Such horrors are to be found in the Dismals, as we can testify. Then those who lay in wait for us were all defeated?"