Panic rose in his heart. With a savage kick he pushed his horse into a gallop and rode for the south and the hidden pa.s.s. Belash set after him, leaning low over the stallion"s neck, cutting down wind resistance. Innicas, in full armour, was the heavier man and his stallion tired as it pounded up the hillside. Innicas glanced back. The Nadir was closing.
The knight"s stallion, almost at the point of exhaustion, stumbled upon the shale and half-fell.
Innicas jumped clear. Belash bore down upon him. The shoulder of Belash"s stallion cannoned into the knight, punching him from his feet. Dragging on the reins Belash leapt lightly to the shale.
"You killed my father," he said. "Now you will serve him for eternity."
Innicas, sword in hand, gazed upon the stocky Nadir. The man had no armour, and carried only a short sabre.
The albino"s courage returned. "You cannot stand against me, vermin!" he sneered. Til cut you into pieces."
Belash attacked, but Innicas" sword blocked the blow and a murderous riposte saw the black blade bury itself in Belash"s side, cleaving under the ribs. With the last of his strength Belash dropped his sword and drew his curved dagger. Innicas wrenched at his blade, trying to drag it clear. Belash reached out, his left hand clawing at Innicas" helm, fingers hooking around the broken visor. Innicas felt himself being drawn into a deadly embrace. "No!" he shouted. Belash"s knife plunged into Innicas" left eye, piercing him to the brain. Both men fell.
Innicas twitched and was still. Belash, with trembling hands, opened the blood-drenched pouch at his side, tipping the fingerbones on to the chest of the dead knight. "Father," he whispered, blood bubbling from his lips. "Father ..."
In his panic Innicas had misread the battle. Despite being surprised by the arrival of the white knights, the Brotherhood still had the advantage of numbers. Only seven of the Nadir warriors remained now and, despite being joined by the twenty white-cloaked knights, they were outnumbered by more than two to one.
Angel, bleeding from several wounds, could feel the battle was ready to turn against the Brotherhood. Their leader had fled, and the arrival of the white knights had stunned them. But the enemy could yet win, he knew.
Not while I live, he thought.
A sword slashed past his face, the flat of the blade slamming against his chin. He went down and struggled to rise. Hooves pounded on the earth all around him. Rearing up he pushed a booted foot from the stirrups and propelled the rider to the ground. Taking hold of the pommel he tried to mount the horse, but it reared, throwing him to the ground once more.
With a curse Angel gathered up his fallen sword. A blade lashed down. Angel blocked the blow and, as the rider rode past him, reached up and grabbed the man"s cloak, hauling him from the saddle. The knight hit the ground hard. The point of Angel"s sword slid between visor and helm and with all his weight Angel drove the weapon deep into the man"s skull. The blade snapped. Angel swore.
There was a fallen sword close by. Dodging between the milling horses Angel reached for it, but a rearing hoof smashed into his head and he fell face down on to the gra.s.s.
He awoke to silence and a terrible pounding in his skull.
"I always seem to be st.i.tching your wounds," said Senta.
Angel blinked and tried to focus on the ceiling above him. It was twisted at a crazy angle, and the window below it was canted absurdly. There"s something wrong with my eyes," he muttered.
"No. It"s this place - Kar-Barzac. Nothing is as it should be here. Kesa Khan says it has been corrupted over the centuries by sorcery."
Angel struggled to sit, but his head swam and he fell back. "What happened?" he groaned.
"I arrived to save you."
"Single-handed, I suppose."
"Close. We waited until just after midnight then, when the Gothir had fallen back for the fifth time, we ran for our horses. There were only thirty of us left, but it was enough to send the Brotherhood fleeing from the field."
"I don"t remember that," said Angel. "In fact, my thoughts are hazy. I seem to recall ghosts riding to our rescue, in white armour."
"Priests," said Senta. "Source priests."
"In armour?"
"An unusual Order," said Senta. They call themselves the Thirty, although there are only eleven of them now. They are led by an Abbot named Dardalion."
"He was at Purdol. He helped Karnak. Get me up!"
"You should lie back. You"ve lost a lot of blood."
Thank you for your concern, Mother. Now help me up, d.a.m.n you!"
"As you wish, old fool." Senta"s hand slid under Angel"s shoulder, levering him to a sitting position. Nausea gripped him but he swallowed it down and sucked in a deep breath. "I thought we were finished. Where"s Miriel?"
"She"s safe. She"s with Dardalion and Kesa Khan."
"And the Gothir?"
"Camped all around us, Angel. They"ve been reinforced. Must be seven, eight thousand men in the valley."
"Wonderful. Is there any good news?"
"None that I can think of, but you do have a visitor. Charming little fellow. He"s sitting in the hallway now - I"ll send him to you in a while. I found him sitting by what we thought was your body. He was crying. Very touching it was. Brought a tear to my eye, I can tell you." Angel swore.
Senta chuckled. "I knew you weren"t dead, Angel. You"re too stubborn to die."
"How many did we lose?"
Senta"s smile faded. "Belash is dead, and Anshi Chen. There are some three hundred warriors left, but many of those are youngsters, untried. I don"t think we can hold this place for long."
"They"ve not attacked yet?"
"No. They"re busy chopping down trees, making scaling ladders and the like."
Angel lay back and closed his eyes. "Just let them give me a day or two. Then I"ll be ready. I"m a fast healer, Senta."
"In that case we"ll try not to start the war without you."
Senta found Miriel on the inner rampart, leaning on the twisted wall and staring out over the camp-fires of the enemy. Nadir warriors were standing close by, sharpening their weapons. The swordsman moved past the Nadir and halted beside the tall mountain girl. "Angel"s fine," he said. "A few minor cuts and a large lump on that thick skull. I sometimes think if the world ended in fire and flood he would walk out of the cinders with singed hair and wet boots."
She smiled. "He does appear so wonderfully indestructible."
"Come and see what I have found," said Senta, walking away to a set of stairs which led down to a narrow corridor and a large suite of rooms. The windows were distorted, shaped now like open, screaming mouths, and the walls were crooked. But the large bedchamber was empty and in its centre was a golden four-post bed, beautifully proportioned, rectangular and solid. There were pillows of silk and a coverlet filled with goose down.
"How could such a bed survive when a fortress of stone is corrupted?" she asked.
The swordsman shrugged." There are other objects of gold that are apparently not affected by the sorcery. I found two goblets downstairs, exquisitely carved."
She moved towards the bed, then angled away to the first of the three windows. From here the valley could be seen. "There"s another column of cavalry moving down," she told him.
"I don"t care about the cavalry," he said.
She swung towards him, her back to the window, her face blushing crimson. "You think I will let you bed me?"
"I think you should seriously consider it," he told her, with a wide smile.
"I don"t love you, Senta."
"You don"t know that yet," he said reasonably. "Here"s where you can find out."
"You think love springs from the loins?"
He laughed aloud. "Mine always has - until now." He shook his head, the smile fading. "You are frightened, beauty. Frightened to live. Well, here we are, trapped in a decrepit fortress, our futures measured in days. This is no time to be frightened of life. You owe me a kiss, at least. The Gothir stole the last one."
"One kiss is all you will have," she promised, moving forward.
He opened his arms to her and she stepped inside. Reaching up he pushed his fingers into her long dark hair, easing it back from her face, stroking the high cheekbones, his hand curling round to the nape of her neck. He could feel his heart pounding as he kissed her brow and her cheek. She tilted her head, her lips brushing against his skin. Their lips met, and he felt her body pressing against him. Her mouth tasted sweet, warm, and his pa.s.sion soared. But he made no move to pull her to the bed. Instead he ran his hands down her back, halting at the slender waist, feeling the curve of her hips. And he kissed her neck and shoulder, revelling in the scent of her skin.
She was wearing a black leather tunic, laced at the front with slender thongs. Slowly he moved his right hand to her breast, his fingers hooking to the first knot.
"No," she said, moving back from him. Swallowing his disappointment he took a deep breath.
She smiled. "I"ll do it." Unfastening the knife-belt at her waist she lifted the tunic over her head, and stood before him naked. His eyes drank her in, the long sun-bronzed legs, the flat belly, the high, full b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
"You"re a vision, beauty. No question of it."
He stepped towards her, but she stopped him. "What about you?" she asked. "Do I not get a chance to admire?"
"Every chance," he told her, pulling free his shirt and unhooking his belt. He almost stumbled as he struggled to remove his leggings, and her laughter was infectious.
"You"d think you"d never removed leggings before," she said.
Reaching out he took her arm and gently pulled her to the bed. A cloud of dust rose as they fell upon it, causing him to cough. "Such romance," she giggled. He joined in her laughter and they lay quietly together for a few moments, staring into each other"s eyes. His right hand stroked the skin of her shoulder and arm, moving down until his forearm brushed across her nipple. She closed her eyes and slid in towards him. The hand moved on, over the flat belly and on to the thigh. Her legs were closed, but now she parted them. He kissed her again. Her arm hooked around his neck, pulling him into a fierce embrace.
"Gently, beauty," he whispered. "There is no need for haste. Nothing beautiful is ever crafted at speed. And I want this first time to be special."
She moaned as his palm pressed gently against her pubic mound, and for some time he slowly caressed her. Her breathing quickened, her body moving into spasm. She cried out, again and again.
Finally he rose above her, lifting her long legs over his hips and guiding himself into her. He kissed her again, then drove into her, releasing the self-imposed chains of his own pa.s.sion.
He tried to keep his movements slow, but his needs were greater than his wish to make the moment last, and when Miriel cried out again, in a series of rhythmic, almost primal groans, he succ.u.mbed at last. His body spasmed, his arms pulling her into a tight embrace. Then he moaned and lay still. He sighed and his body relaxed as he lay upon her, feeling his own heartbeat and hers together, pounding against the warm skin of his chest.
"Oh," she whispered. "Was that love?"
"By all the G.o.ds I hope so, beauty," he answered her, rolling to his back. "For nothing else in my life has given me so much pleasure."
Raising herself on her elbow she gazed down at his face. "It was ... wonderful. Let"s do it again!"
"In a while, Miriel," he answered.
"How long?"
He chuckled and drew her into his embrace. "Not long. I promise you!"
17
Dardalion opened his eyes, his spirit returning to the flesh, feeling the weight of his body and the silver armour upon it. It was cold in the room, despite the log fire burning in the hearth.
"They will not attack today - and perhaps not tomorrow," he told Kesa Khan. "Their General Gannis is a careful man. He has sent work parties to the woods to cut trees and make scaling ladders. He intends one great attack which will swamp us."
The little Nadir shaman nodded. "We will hold them for one, maybe two a.s.saults. After that ..."
He spread his hands.
Dardalion rose from the gold lacquered chair and moved to the fire, extending his hands to the flames, enjoying the sudden warmth. "What I do not understand - and neither does the Gothir General - is why the Emperor has chosen this course. The coming Uniter will not be stopped. It is written that the Nadir will rise. There is nothing he can do to change the future. Nothing."
"It is not the Emperor, but Zhu Chao who seeks our destruction," said Kesa Khan, with a dry laugh. "Twin needs spur him on: his hatred for the Wolves, and his desire for absolute power."
"Why does he hate you so?"
Kesa Khan"s eyes glittered and his smile was cruel. "Many years ago he came to me, seeking to understand the nature of magic. He is a Chiatze, and he was studying the Dark Arts and the origins of the Knights of Blood. I turned him away. He had the wit, but not the courage."
"And for this he hates you?"
"No, not just for this. He crept back to my cave, and I caught him trying to steal ..." the shaman"s eyes were hooded now "... objects of value. My guards took him. They wanted to kill him, but I decided to be merciful. I merely cut something from him, gave him a wound to remember me by.
He still had his life, but he would never sire life. You understand?"
"Only too well," answered Dardalion coldly.
"Do not judge me, priest," snapped Kesa Khan.
"It is not for me to judge. You planted the seed of his hatred, and now you are gathering the harvest."
"Pah, it is not that simple," said the shaman. "He was always a creature of evil. I should have killed him. But his hatred I can bear. This fortress, and what it contains, is the second of his desires.
There is more powerful sorcery here than has been seen in the world for ten millennia. Zhu Chao wants it... needs it. Once upon a distant time the Elders here performed miracles. They learned how to merge flesh. A man who had lost a leg could grow a new one. Organs riddled with cancer could be replaced, without use of a knife. Bodies could be regenerated, rejuvenated. Here was the secret of immortality. The force was contained within a giant crystal, encased in a covering of pure gold.
It radiated power, and only gold and to a lesser extent lead, could imprison it. You saw the valley?"
"Yes," said Dardalion. "Nature perverted."
"Fifty years ago, a group of robbers came to this place. They found the Crystal Chamber and stripped the gold from its walls, removing the covering from the crystal itself." He laughed. "It was not a wise action."