The conscript was gone. The sound of the man's cut-off scream would live with him forever. He smiled grimly at the thought that forever for him could be a very short time indeed.
Sharyr grabbed a demonology scroll and with a surge of excitement having seen the author's name, stuffed it into his cloak. Behind him, new flame flared high into the library and sent a billow of choking smoke across the lower hall. The shadow of a grasping demon was cast huge against a wall. He heard one of his archivists call a warning.
'Time's up!' roared Suarav. There was the sound of a sword thudding dully. A demon yelped and screeched. 'Meeting point, now!'
Sharyr turned right, heading back towards the seat of the fire. Back towards the library doors. He heard the whir and saw a demon round the corner and float gently towards him along the aisle. He backed away.
'No escape,' said the demon, advancing with hands outstretched. 'We seek what you seek.'
'It'll burn before you set eyes on it,' said Sharyr. He backed off further and felt a chill, heard the whirring again, this time behind him. He was trapped.
'No escape,' repeated the demon. It came on, fingers rippling.
Right was wall, left, bookcases. Sharyr's mind was made up. The rest went by in a blur.
'You will not have me,' he whispered.
He could not cast, there was no time. Flames crackled menacingly in the centre of the library. Smoke irritated his eyes. The demons closed lazily. Sharyr had only one chance at what he intended to do. He threw himself shoulder-first into the freestanding bookcases that were the left-hand border of the aisle. It was a long, solid structure with more shelves racked beyond it. About ten feet high and heavy with books. Mercifully, it was not bolted to the floor.
Sharyr felt it move and he started to climb, scrambling up the shelves, arms and legs scrabbling for purchase. His momentum carried him up while the bookcase tipped away from him. With his feet on the top shelf, the bookcase passed the point of no return. The thundering sound of books falling mixed with that of his breathing, his heartbeat, Suarav's shouts and the flames. The shelving creaked. He stood, riding the case. It gathered momentum and cannoned into the one across the next aisle.
'Oh shit,' he muttered. There were six aisles before the wide gap of the centre aisle of the library.
He began to move again, running at an angle across the cases, jumping to the next, almost stumbling. He could feel the quickening movement beneath his feet. He kept himself going, his paces light. The clattering of the cases and the slipping of books reached a crescendo. Suarav was barking orders. He could see the heads of his
friends bobbing as they sprinted down the centre aisle, demons in pursuit. He daren't guess how close his own pursuers were.
Sharyr took one last leap, caught the falling edge of a case and tumbled hard to the ground. He turned a diving forward roll, feeling a sharp crack in his collar-bone. He sprawled and cried out, clutching at his clothing, desperate to keep the texts with him.
A strong hand gripped him under his good arm and hauled.
'By all the Gods burning, that was quite a performance,' growled Suarav. 'Now go, run hard left at the main doors as we'd planned. You know the way in.'
Sharyr could feel the heat of the fire on his face. It was eating up at the walls. The pain in his right shoulder was terrible, nauseating.
'What about you?'
'I'll keep them back.' Suarav leaned in. 'Don't argue with me, boy. We always knew this could happen.'
Sharyr nodded, turned and ran; the last thing he heard behind him was Suarav daring them to try and pass him.
Chapter 14
The Unknown made them all wait. The longboat was ready to take him and The Raven to join the others already aboard the Calaian Sun but he wasn't ready yet. There was never enough time for goodbye. Particularly when he had no desire to leave.
'I can't believe I'm doing this,' he said, walking arm in arm with Diera through the woods to the left of the path that led to the landing beach. Jqnas trotted along next to them, oblivious to the mood for the moment, lost in a nonsense game of his own devising.
'It's the price we have to pay because of who you are,' said Diera, her words carrying no conviction.
A stiff warm breeze swayed the narrow trunks surrounding them. A few dead leaves fell.
'We've paid enough,' he said.
'Apparently not.'
The Unknown stopped and faced her, looking into her lovely face, the fear in her eyes clear behind her forced smile.
'One word and I'll stay,' he said.
'What, and wonder how they are coping without you? We've been through this, Sol. There isn't a choice.' She looked down at Jonas who had stopped his play to stare at them, a frown across his innocence. 'There never is.'
'I'm sorry.' Every word was clumsy. None of it helped. He was trapped between his desire and his calling. Gods, he'd shunned the soldier's life to avoid exactly that. At least now he knew why. It hurt.
'What for?' She placed her hands on his chest, smoothed his shirt to either side. T heard Sha-Kaan. I do trust him. This is the only way.'
He was unsure who she was trying to convince.
'Come on,' she said. 'Or you'll miss the tide and we'll have to go through all this again.'
He crushed her to him and felt her strength give and the sobs coming. Jonas clung onto his mother's leg, his expression collapsed into anxiety.
'Mummy?'
The Unknown swept him up and the three embraced long and hard.
'You're not coming back, are you?' said Diera, voice thick and half muffled by his chest. 'Not this time.'
The Unknown released her, keeping hold of Jonas. 'I—'
'No time for dreams or lies,' said Diera, stroking his face.
T want to believe it,' said The Unknown. 'The Gods know it'll be the one thing that keeps me going.'
'But your head says what?'
'That we're going against an enemy so powerful it has all but overrun the four colleges and controls Balaia. That in all probability, we will all die attempting to liberate our country. That what sort of husband and father would I be if I didn't at least try?'
Unexpectedly, Diera smiled, this time with warmth and humour. The Unknown smoothed away her tears.
'You know, when I was growing up, I dreamed I'd have a husband who was a true hero. Someone who I'd wave off to fight for me and welcome back time and again. I got my wish, didn't I? Almost.'
'Looks like it,' he said. 'You should have chosen better.'
'And be a demon-slave or dead,' she said. 'I'll take the heartache.'
'There is that.'
T can't wave you off. Not again.'
The Unknown nodded. He unhooked Jonas's grip from his shoulder and brought the boy in front of him. Jonas regarded him quizzically.
'You look after your mother, won't you?'
Jonas's sombre nod dragged a chuckle from The Unknown's dry, sore throat where he'd been swallowing hard. He kissed the boy on his cheeks and handed him back to Diera.
'Goodbye, Sol,' she said, tears falling anew. T love you.'
'And I love you. With every beat of my heart,' he said. 'Keep believing.'
'I'll try.'
He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, a tender, lingering touch. Their tongues met briefly, firing passion, and pulled away. He stepped back, let his hand brush her cheek and then forced his legs to turn and carry him to the waiting longboat.
Sha-Kaan had stayed in the Klene a very long time. He had cursed the conspiracy of circumstances that had taken the eyes of the Kaan from the Balaian dimension. But he knew also that there was little the brood could realistically have done. The Xeteskians had dabbled once too often with the power of dimensional space and now they were all paying the penalty. Contact with Dragonene mages was sparse and difficult. Soon it would cease altogether. The demons grew stronger every day.