Like the stone that covers a crypt.
"Oh, G.o.d! Please! Please, don"t let them do this to me! Please!"
The air was hot, scalding as he sucked what little he could down his parched throat. It tasted of grave soil, fecund and rotting.
"Brelan! Please help me!"he begged, his voice straining to be heard.
Then his horror became hysteria.
The blacker darkness with its stench of the dead was as ebon as the pit of h.e.l.l. As lightless as the Abyss, Itself. It caught him in its fierce grip and began to drag him into the bottomless, eternal, infinite bowels of the grave. Decaying fingers gouged into his flesh with vile and intimate strokes and compelling thrusts into every orifice of his body. His stomach churned; his mind reeled with the knowledge that he had been interred alive.
Before he shivered and then lay quiet, a scream tore from his throat, the final end to a lifetime of waiting for what had come out of h.e.l.l to claim him.
Chapter 11.
His head came up. He had heard a scream. He stopped, listened, his head to one side. He heard it again. And again. And again, but couldn"t tell from where it had come. He heard it one final time, and with a clear knowledge of from whom it had come, Chase Montyne of Ionary dropped his shovel and sprinted as fast as he could toward Tyne Brell. "He"s in trouble! Get Brelan! Now!" Chase ran back through the tunnel and threw down his pick ax. * * *
Brelan was overseeing the loading of the mysterious metal mined in the Labyrinth. Mounds of the glittering green ore was being loaded onto carts and then pushed along rusted tracks into another tunnel where it would be stored until the next prison transport made its run to Tyber"s Isle.
"How much longer until you think the next ship will be here, Lord Saur?" Paegan Hesar asked as he stopped to rest, running a grimy hand over his dirty face.
"Another two weeks, I would imagine," Brelan answered, knowing Paegan meant Holm van de Lar"s ship, not the black-hulled prison ship.
"We"re running low on handles," said Roget, grinning. "That ship better hurry." He was about to say something else when Tyne Brell came running forward, shouting for Brelan.
"Brelan! There"s trouble on the outside!"
As one, twenty men dropped their tools and ran after Brelan.
"Cave in?" Sentian yelled as they ran past.
"Would have heard it!" Thom shouted, pushing aside a guard who made to bar his exit into the main tunnel. "I"ll kill you!" he warned. The guard backed off as the big man fell in behind those already running toward the pa.s.sage out.
Brelan had known Chase Montyne all his life. As a little boy, Chase had shown a remarkable ability to read people"s minds, to know things no boy of four or five should know.
Seeing Chase running as fast as he could toward the crescent of light leading to the outside, Brelan used his most powerful running kick to catch up with the man. "Is he hurt?"
"Don"t...know..."
The two men came to a skidding halt outside in the bright light. Neither saw Conar.
Roget du Mer didn"t bother stopping, but ran as fast as he could toward his hut. Sentian Heil was as close on his heels as s.p.a.ce would allow. They found the hut empty.
Brelan couldn"t get his legs to move fast enough as he cleared the distance to Xander Hesar"s medical hut. His breath came in harsh gasps when he found the Healer sitting in a chair by the row of cots-tied hand and foot to the frame.
"Untie him!" Brelan shouted to Storm as he came through the door.
"Conar!" Jah-Ma-El screamed as he and some of the others ran from hut to hut, shed to shed.
"We can"t find him!" Shalu shouted from the Indoctrination Hut.
Brelan bounded across the distance between the medical hut and the Commandant"s quarters. He crashed into the door, banging the portal back against the wall with such force, it pulled free of its top hinges and leaned crazily into the room.
Appolyon and Lydon Drake were in the back part of the quarters, gla.s.ses of wine in their hands. Neither was properly dressed and it didn"t take Brelan much thought to guess what the profligates had been doing only moments before.
"Where is he?" Brelan shoved Lydon and grabbed the fat man by the throat. He momentarily felt Lydon"s hands on him, then someone pulled away the guard.
"How dare you!" the fat man bl.u.s.tered. "Take your hands off me! Guards!" Fear rolled off the slug-like, quivering ma.s.s of flesh as Appolyon stared at an enraged Brelan Saur.
"Where"s my brother, you son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h!" Brelan tightened his hold on the Commandant"s neck until the jowls started to turn red. Sausage-like fingers scrambled at Brelan"s hands grip. "If you value what little time you have left in this world, tell me where Conar is!" Brelan jammed his knee into the man"s genitals.
Roget burst into the room, panting hard. "We"ve looked everywhere. We can"t find him!" Brelan shook the gasping, crying man like a rag doll, actually lifting his bulk clear of the floor. "Where is my brother?" Appolyon"s loins were on fire; his throat was aching, his lungs slowly being drained of air. He slumped to the floor in a heap. Thom forced a struggling Lydon Drake to his knees, then drew back the tight blond curls with a vindictive fist. Lydon gazed up with indifference at Brelan. "I ain"t gonna tell nothing!" Shalu realized that Thom was not in the mood for Lydon"s uncooperative att.i.tude any more that he was. With a swift movement, Shalu gripped Lydon"s left arm and snapped it at the forearm. The loud crack shot the room like a bomb
exploding. A howl tore from the guard"s mouth. He shuddered, the floor running wet with his urine. Another, prolonged squeal erupted as Shalu broke the left wrist.
Brelan bent over the moaning, contorted face and spoke in a calm, clear voice. "I"ll gut you wide open if you don"t tell me where he is rightnow!" When Brelan took a wicked dagger from the sheath at this thigh, Lydon looked into a face filled with loathing and lethal intent. He saw death, horrible, prolonged death. Still he hesitated.
"Break his leg!" Thom snarled. "We locked him in the wine cellar!" Lydon screeched. All color drained from Brelan"s face. For a heart-stopping moment he couldn"t move. He wasn"t aware of the men gathered around him. He wasn"t aware of shouts and cries coming from outside. Horrible images flew through his mind; he thought he was going to be sick. "How long ago?" Jah-Ma-El screamed. Shalu grabbed Lydon"s ankle. "An hour!"Drake screamed.
"Oh, G.o.d." Brelan stumbled out of the room. He careened across the porch, tripped as he started down the steps, went sprawling, then scrambled to his feet. His feet flew across the distance to the mine. Xander Hesar joined him, the others close behind.
Brelan raced through the serpentine tunnels, seeing that torches had been left to light the way to the wine cellar. The lock on the door made him scream his rage. He clawed at it, calling Conar"s name. There was no answering. He kept calling, yanking and pulling on the door, twisting the heavy padlock, but neither lock nor door budged.
"Move out of the way!" Shalu shoved Brelan aside.
"He"s afraid of confined places." There was panic in Saur"s voice-even he could hear it.
Shalu had grabbed a crowbar before entering the mine. He jammed it under the hasp of the padlock and began to lever
it upward. The lock fell with a thud. Shalu jerked open the door. "Conar?" Brelan called as someone thrust a torch into the room. Conar was curled along the far wall, knees drawn up to his chest. Brelan hurried forward, slipping his arm under Conar"s legs and beneath his back, then lifted him up. Brelan rushed out of the room, slipping along the pa.s.sageway back to the outside world. Men stepped aside as he hurried into the sunlight and lowered Conar to the hot sand.
"Is he alive, Lord Saur?" a man asked. "Have they hurt him, sir?"
Brelan put his ear to Conar"s mouth, where the lips were turning blue. "He"s not breathing!"
He arched back Conar"s head. He put his lips over his brother"s mouth and began to breathe.
Conar"s chest rose and fell with each intake of air, but there was no movement made on his own. His callused fingers lay still, his hands flung out to either side of him as though he had been once more crucified.
Xander knelt and put two fingers to the strong column of Conar"s throat. He glanced at Brelan with worried eyes, then at Roget. He shook his head.
"His heart"s not beating," one prisoner said softly. "He"s gone."
Shalu shoved men aside. He knelt opposite Saur and placed his hands at the center of Conar"s chest, just below the heart. Brelan looked up with fear, but Shalu paid scant attention. He began to pumping Conar"s chest, keeping his elbows stiff, his movements shallow and quick.
"Don"t you die, brat," he snarled. "Dammit, Saur, give him your breath!"
Brelan lowered his mouth to Conar"s once more.
"Shalu!" Jah-Ma-El hissed, coming to his knees.
Shalu followed Jah-Ma-El"s shaking finger, which pointed to Conar"s face. There was a flicker of one lid, perhaps a nerve jumping, but it was enough hope for the Necroman. He felt Conar"s throat for a pulse. He caressed the flesh, but could feel nothing. "He"s alive."
With a suddenness that sent a gasp through the crowd, Conar"s body jerked violently. He gasped for air; his eyelids flew open. He convulsed, tried to get up, his hands latching onto Shalu"s forearm, Brelan"s wrist, with a fierce, death-hold grip.
"It"s all right," Brelan told him, trying to take Conar in his arms.
Conar was clawing his way up and out of Brelan"s hold, as if unaware of where he was. He kicked at the men holding him, struggling to get free.
Shalu held onto Conar"s right arm; Jah-Ma-El scampered around to take hold of his left.
Brelan managed to gather his brother to him, one arm around Conar"s chest and the other under his back, holding him as tightly as he could, trying desperately to get Conar to hear him. "You"re safe. You"re out of that place."
Conar was beyond rational thought. His eyes were wild, his mouth working, drooling, spitting saliva, snarling. Utter gibberish poured from him like a lanced wound dispersing pustulance. Half-sentences, meaningless words, disjointed phrases, wild laughter and giggles, tumbled out of his arching throat one after the other. He fought the demons still holding him in the wine cellar. He mumbled about fingers burrowing into his flesh, invading his soul, raping his spirit. He had gone far beyond his present location and buried alive, deep in the bowels of his nightmare. He couldn"t see the light, couldn"t hear the voices, couldn"t feel the blistering sun. He was lost in cold, silent darkness.
Brelan forcing a knee behind Conar"s back to lift him, but all Conar felt was rotting fingers of the dead trying to pull him into h.e.l.l. He heard them beckoning him to that never-ending night they had reserved for him.
"Conar! Listen to me! You"re safe! You"re out of there!"
He let out a howl of animal fury, cursing at the demons. Something was clutching his feet, trying to drag him into the Abyss. In his dementia, he saw the horrors of h.e.l.l hovering around him. Twisted, bloated, gray faces with keening voices and hands that stretched toward him with long, red-tipped talons. Hands that were forcing him beneath the surface of life and trying to drown him in the dank, dismal waters of death. He strove harder to get away, but he was pinned to the rank, reeking stench of the grave, trapped in a breath-stealing, flesh-eating grasp.
Holding his right leg was Appolyon. Holding his left, was Lydon. He saw Galen gripping his left hand, Tymothy Kullen twisting his right. He saw Tolkan Coure grinning down at him, stroking his damp hair, caressing his lean face. With mind-numbing fear, he lowered his gaze and looked into the eyes of the man who held him to his chest, his hands seeming to burn his flesh. The priest smiled down at him, his lips twisted in a parody of love. Kaileel Tohre whispered his name and bent to place his lips on Conar"s brow. "You"re with us now. We"re going to take care of you from now on."
"Don"t worry none," Tymothy Kullen cooed. "We won"t let no one near you, brat."
"You don"t have to worry about anything." Galen smiled. "We"re all here to see to you."
Appolyon grinned. "Things will be different from now on."
"We"ll take you where you should be, Conar," Lydon told him.
"Back where you belong," Tolkan agreed. "With us."
From out of the depths of Conar"s immortal soul, a scream ripped out in one long agonizing burst and he careened into a black bottomless pit.
Chapter 12.
She watched him. His eyes were closed, his face oozing with sweat. His hands were clenched in his lap and his head was slightly c.o.c.ked to one side as though he was listening to a distant voice instructing him. She swept her gaze over the room. She was tired, exhausted; conjuring had a way of draining her both physically as well as mentally.
"It"ll be all right, now," he whispered, not opening his eyes. "The charm worked."
She ignored him. She was taking in every detail of the room, from the blood-red walls to the midnight floor with its red pentagram and runic writings to the black marble altar to the dead goat suspended over the slab.
She shuddered, imagining the horror of lying beneath the gaping wound of the animal"s throat as blood dripped, congealing on your flesh. "Did he fight you when you brought him to a place like this?"
Kaileel Tohre looked at the woman across the Conjuring Chamber. He stared into her face, a face he hated, but he was too drained to argue with the b.i.t.c.h. "He wasn"t able to."
"Why?" Her voice was sharp, filled with disgust.
"He had been given a drug to make him immobile."
"So, he was unable to stop you from doing evil things to him. You brought him here and he was laid on that altar-"
"Not this altar."
"Onan altar, and what? Was he bound?"
"Aye."
"Was he aware of what was happening?"
"He was aware."
Her teeth came together with a click. She stared at her longtime enemy, at his averted face, and wished with all her heart she had a dagger with which to slay him.
Kaileel felt her thoughts. There was a hint of a smile on his skeletal face. "You can"t kill me, woman. I have your son."
Liza took a step forward, her fingers curving into claws, reminded that it was Conar"s son, too, this man had hidden away in the secrecy of some Wind Temple.
Tohre sighed and stood. His muscles ached. The conjuring had taken more out of him this time than he could ever remember. His head ached and he had some difficulty seeing the woman. He held up his hand. "We have saved him...your...brother. You and I will live to fight another day, but I am not up to arguing now. I call a truce until we are both strong enough to spar once more."
"My son..."
"Is safe for the time being." He glanced at her. "But he belongs to me, now, as his father belongs to me."
She glowered at the man, hating him with every fiber of her being. She took another step toward him and stopped. "Hear me well. You might have destroyed Corbin"s father with your unholy love, but you willnot destroy the son."
"I have no intention of destroying Corbin. He will be a great leader one day, have power Conar McGregor never dreamed of having."
"Or wanted!"
Tohre nodded. "True, but if he had, he might well be with you still."