'Hurry!' he roared.
Irisis took one look over her shoulder and ran for the door. Flangers kicked it shut behind them. They fled across the oval space outside but, halfway, Irisis stopped to look back.
'Come on!' Flangers was limping badly.
She stayed where she was. 'There's something wrong. They're not coming after us.'
He felt his injured arm with his good hand. 'Perhaps they're sneaking round through one of the other doors, to take us from behind.'
Irisis tiptoed back to the door, beyond which she heard thuds and squeals. 'No, they're back at their bloody work, killing the little beasts. They don't want any of them taken alive. I wonder why?'
'I can't bear to think,' said Flangers. 'Hey, now!’
Irisis had opened the door and was peering inside. One of the lyrinx, not three steps away, broke off from its bloody work with the club. Its dark eyes, the size of lemons, were fixed on her. She trembled. In the past year she'd had a number of encounters with the great beasts. It could kill her with a blow, yet it fascinated her. Its size, its strength, the play of muscles down its armoured front, the flickering skin colours, now mauve, now purple and black — and something more.
'What are you doing?' she said, not expecting it to know her language.
'My duty,' it said clearly, in a rumble deeper than any human had ever spoken. The sound tickled her eardrums. 'Seek you to stop me, small one, I must end you the same way.' It hefted the bloody club.
No one had described Irisis as small before, but to a lyrinx the largest humans were puny creatures. The other creature called in a higher voice, almost a chirrup. The first brandished the club. Irisis ducked backwards, the door was kicked shut and something slammed against it.
'Whatever they're doing,' said Irisis, 'they're determined to finish it. I'd better have a look at your arm.'
'It's not too bad.' Flangers peeled back the shirt to reveal two raw gouges from wrist to shoulder. 'Painful, though.'
'I'll bet. What about the other wound?'
He looked abashed. 'Oh, it's all right.'
"Then why are you limping? Turn around, let me take a look at it.'
The seat of his trousers had been torn out, and four deep claw marks carved across his right buttock, two extending onto the left. 'That'll need attention …' she began.
'Don't see much point right now.'
'Hoy!' called a soldier's voice.
'Over here,' roared Flangers.
Young Ivar and the other soldiers came running, followed by Fyn-Mah and a dark-skinned man Irisis had never seen before — yes she had. It was Eiryn Muss, Flydd's spy, in another of his disguises. This one was masterly — he seemed to have altered his size and shape as well as his appearance. He was the same height, but lean, stringy, and his eyes were a glossy dark brown.
'What happened?' panted Fyn-Mah.
'We found their flesh-forming cages, at least five rooms of them,' said Irisis. 'All the creatures in the first three rooms were dead or dying. In the fourth we came upon a lyrinx, destroying the remainder. It attacked; nearly killed us too, and then another two appeared. Flangers managed to kill the first lyrinx and we got out the door. They didn't come after us — weren't interested. They're finishing off the rest of the flesh-formed.'
'They don't want us to get a live one' said Fyn-Mah. 'All the more urgent that we do.'
'What are you doing here?' Irisis said to Muss, who reeked of tar smoke.
'Scrutators' business.' He looked frustrated. It was the first time she'd seen him show emotion.
'So are we. We need a hand.'
'In the struggle, some of the cages were broken open,' Irisis said to Fyn-Mah, and a few animals escaped. If we were to attack suddenly, we might overcome the lyrinx and catch one of the little beasts.'
'By the time we break down the door there'll be no taking them by surprise.'
'Especially since they've barricaded it.' said Flangers.
'But…' Fyn-Mah rubbed her fingers together, reflecting for a moment. 'If I were to blast the door off its hinges, using the Art …All right! I'll try it. Stand back.1
'The node is dead,' Irisis reminded her.
'Artefacts that store power will still work, though I'd have preferred not to waste one here. Put your hands over your ears.'
She pressed a bead into her right ear, another into the left. Taking something small and shiny from a buttoned pocket, Fyn-Mah rubbed it between her hands as if to warm it, closed her fingers loosely around it and held her hand high. The upraised arm shook, her face went red, and a blade of raw sound sheared out between her fingers. The air shimmered, marking its passage. The door burst into splinters. Fyn-Mah was tossed the other way, to land on her back.
The sound, even through Irisis's hands, was a nagging, rasping screech. She crouched down, put her head between her knees and pressed her hands over her ears. Beside her, Flangers grunted as if he'd been punched in the stomach.
Beyond the doorway, the cages had been piled against the far wall by the force of the blast. One lyrinx lay on the now empty floor, kicking feebly. A shard of wood the size of a pick handle had gone through its thigh, severing the artery, and it was bleeding to death. The one Irisis had spoken to had come to rest against the far wall, its neck broken.
Several flesh-formed creatures lay on the floor, dead. 'Go through all the cages,' said Fyn-Mah, stooped and shaking with aftersickness. 'If there's any beast left alive, we must have it.
Are you all right?' said Flangers.
'Go on. I'll be with you in a minute.'
They started on the grim task, keeping a careful watch on the wounded lyrinx. It tried to get up, its claws scraping at the soft sandstone underfoot, but was too weak. Finally it slumped on its side, unmoving, its yellow-brown eyes watching them.
It did not take long to search the cages, but they found nothing alive. Fyn-Mah appeared, shaking her head. 'They must have killed them all' She knelt beside the dying creature; not too close. 'Are they all dead, lyrinx?'
'Yesss …' It was just a puff of breath. 'All dead.' Its head thumped against the floor.
'Some escaped their cages,' said Irisis. 'I don't think they could have got out of the room.'
The smoky smell had grown stronger, suggesting that the fire was moving this way. 'Search the room,' ordered Fyn-Mah. 'Quickly. Every minute we spend here lessens our chance of getting out of Snizort.'
'Here's something,' said the young soldier, on his knees beside a cupboard that had fallen on several others, leaving spaces between. 'A trail of blood goes in here.'
They dragged the cupboards out of the way. Underneath lay a flesh-formed creature, as dead as the others. Fyn-Mah stood frowning at it, took a notebook from her pocket and began to write swiftly.
She went around the room, describing and sketching the dead creatures while the search was completed. Looking bitterly disappointed, she disappeared into the adjoining room. The soldiers followed, leaving just Irisis and Flangers.
'Where's Muss?' said Irisis.
'He was right behind you —’ Flangers scratched his head in bemusement. 'I wonder what he's up to?'
'It doesn't do to inquire into scrutators' affairs,' said Irisis. 'We'd better go.'
Flangers rubbed his wounded arm, staring at the floor. 'Take a look at this, Crafter.' He squatted down, further splitting his pants, and emitted the faintest of groans.
'What is it?'
His finger traced a bloody squiggle across the floor. This was made by something trying to hide. Give me a hand.'
They pulled the broken cupboards out ot the way, inspecting each carefully, though it was not until the very last that they found anything. It was a furred creature about the size of Flangers's hand, the oddest little thing Irisis had ever seen. The fur was wet, bloody in patches and sticky in others. It scratched at Flangers as he picked it up, though its soft claws did not break the skin.