‘Liar,’ managed Dravyn, mouth bubbling red. ‘At least I am close for my soul to travel to Shorth.’
Katyett’s tear fell on his cheekbone. She kissed his forehead, tasted his blood.
‘Yes, you are. Sleep. Yniss protect you. He has tasks for you elsewhere. ’
Dravyn smiled and his head fell to one side. Katyett rose. She stared at the bodies of men littering the lawns, defiling them with their blood. In the firelight the faces of her people were drawn at sight of Dravyn’s fate. She wiped bloodied hands down her trousers and picked up her swords.
‘Get human bodies to the edge of the piazza. Use them if we need to trigger wards to escape. Acclan. Your Tai to the roof. Look out and in. Keep us together. The rest of you. Form up. Out of sight. Not one of those abominations gets in here. Not one of them gets mercy. Send them all to the wrath of Shorth. He is watching. Merrat, Grafyrre. With me.’ Estok leapt onto the sailcloth-covered crates. He ran to the far end of the stack, turned a forward roll in the air and landed in front of his next victim. His blades sang, slitting leather armour at the chest and biting deep. He rocked back and cracked a foot into the soldier’s knee, feeling it break. Estok stepped aside and let him fall.
He turned. The job was done. Diversion. Slaughter. Seventy of them idling on the dockside. Fifteen TaiGethen. Only ever one result. Estok called his cells to him. Two TaiGethen had been lost. He spoke prayers for the fallen and exulted at their victory.
He spun at the sound of running feet.
‘Thrynn. Late for the fun. Shame for you.’
But Thrynn did not smile. ‘They’re coming. Hundreds of them. We have to leave. Now.’
‘How did they…’
‘They were ready, armed and drilled. Estok, please. We have to get back to the forest.’
Estok felt the joy drain from him. But he would not leave this way. Not run like some craven beast. Like Takaar.
‘No. We can fight. We can win. Look at what we’ve done here.’
Thrynn shook his head. ‘Do what Katyett asks. Your task is complete. Come on.’
Thrynn turned and with his Tai began to trot away back to the coastal trail towards the Kirith Marsh. Estok’s cells looked to him. Some had already begun to follow Thrynn.
‘We have to weaken them. Prove we can beat them,’ he said.
Estok heard marching. No, a trot. Coming down the side of the ruined harbour master’s warehouse. A TaiGethen ran to get a view. She backed away quickly. Estok stared. Thrynn had been right. A hundred and more. Swords and castings. Estok swore. They filled the dockside, heading straight for the TaiGethen.
‘Estok?’
Estok stared away to where Thrynn was already gone. Cut off from them now.
‘We cannot lead these to Katyett. Tais, we fight.’
The first castings exploded over their heads. Auum’s feet slapped onto the marble altar amidst a shower of glass. He crouched and rolled sideways to absorb the impact, coming to his haunches at the edge of the circle. Men were staring in disbelief. Takaar and Marack landed by him.
‘Where?’ asked Auum.
‘Left arm first,’ said Marack. ‘Go.’
Ignoring the guards and priests in the grand hall, the three TaiGethen turned and ran towards the back of the temple. Shouts were raised behind them. A clamour for action and a call to arms sounded the same in any language. Takaar led, his speed taking him quickly ahead. He tore around the corner into the corridor of the left arm of Shorth and fetched up sharply, slithering to a stop and backing up, beckoning down the corridor with one hand and making a tiny circling gesture with the other.
Auum and Marack ran left, passing a priest cringing by a column. Takaar backed up further. Five men followed him, swords drawn. None of them was Garan.
‘Shorth will remind you,’ said Takaar, ‘that a TaiGethen is never alone.’
Marack went low, Auum high. Takaar went right. Marack took the legs from the first soldier, bringing him down in a heap. Auum flew over his head as he fell, his feet striking the side of the second warrior’s face and cannoning his head into that of the third.
Blood sluiced across the wall at the corner of arm and body. Takaar’s blade swiped into the air, red slicking its surfaces, and plunged down again. Auum landed between the two men he had floored. The first was not moving. The second only groggily so. Auum grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face three times into the stone floor. A dark pool spread beneath his skull.
The three were up and running the moment the fight was done and before the guard from behind could catch them.
‘Stairs up,’ said Marack.
‘Why?’ asked Auum.
‘Best living quarters up there.’
Stairways were located immediately right and at the end of the arm where the walls rose to meet the fingers. Marack took the first way, sprinting up them three at a time, turning and running up the second flight without pause. Auum was hard on her heels, Takaar behind them both.
Doors slammed down the length of the corridor, the last of them to the panorama room built inside the fingers, with windows out towards the rainforest and the Ultan.
‘Easy place to become trapped,’ said Takaar.
‘We’ll start far end. We know someone’s in there and there’s no way out but the windows,’ said Marack. ‘Silent running.’
Ears could have been pressed to every door and it would have made no difference. The TaiGethen whispered over the timber floor. Like in the forest tracking tapir or monkey, they couldn’t afford to disturb anything.
Marack indicated Auum and Takaar stay left and right. Marack charged the last few paces, dropped to her backside and slid in hard, her feet slamming into the door at the first cross brace. The door thwacked back against its hinges. Arrows flew out over her head, skipping off the walls and bouncing uselessly onto the floor.
Auum and Takaar threw jaqruis through the doorway. Marack was on her feet directly after them. The jaqruis missed their targets but served their purpose. Archers ducked. Marack slashed her blades across in front of her, splintering bows in the hands of the two humans.
Both backed away, reaching for knives. Auum and Takaar moved up beside her. The men glanced at one another and put their hands above their heads in surrender. Auum shook his head. His blade licked out, taking the left hand man through the eye, Garonin style, and piercing his brain. Marack ran the other through.
Auum turned to assess the room. It was empty barring two iads. Ynissul. One of them was staring at Takaar and he met her gaze unwavering.
‘You,’ she said.
Chapter 39
Welcoming long lost friends is a risk until you know why they were lost so long. ‘You have to admit he’s clever.’
Garan edged his foot into one of the elven bodies and turned it over. The camouflage paint remained where the burns had not consumed it. Otherwise, the face was melted. The heat under the multiple orbs and the blistering drops of fired rain must have been devastating in the moments before death. The deluge had been spectacular. And the mages accurate enough to save most of the empty crates masquerading as supplies too.
Garan nodded. ‘I never doubted his cleverness, Keller, only his planning and execution of military operations. It seems he’s been learning. But I still don’t agree with the sacrifice of so many of my men for so relatively few of theirs.’
‘It’s just mathematics, Garan. Simple equations and acceptable loss.’
‘I’ll be sure and include that in my letters to the bereaved.’
‘He’s bringing this fight to a quick conclusion. I for one am happy about that because it means I get to go home.’
‘Don’t pack your bags just yet,’ said Garan. ‘They aren’t finished and there’ll be more of them here somewhere.’
Keller rocked on his heels and his eyes unfocused. His mouth moved but no sound came. Garan waited. It was the only choice when Communion was underway. Keller was frowning and his fists clenched and unclenched. The contact was short, and when it was done, Keller was nervous.
‘Perhaps he’s not so clever after all. There are TaiGethen in the temple.’ ‘Yes,’ said Marack. ‘Him.’