‘Granted,’ said Auum and he felt some crumb of comfort. ‘And what else do we have that they cannot ever have?’
‘Time.’ Serrin moved away. ‘Lots and lots of time.’ Garan was rewarded on his third night of vigil. He hadn’t begun to doubt but he’d already heard the mutterings of his men. No matter. He sat quite still as the lone elf descended the wall of the temple of Cefu. It was quiet now. Night was full and the city was silent but for the cries of the grieving and desperate. And there were few who would raise their voices now.
The elf knelt by the body of his fallen. He whispered words Garan could not catch and lifted her stiff form into his arms. He eyed his climb. Garan didn’t envy him it. He walked into the shadows of the porch.
‘I can see you safely across the Ultan bridge,’ he said.
The elf turned. His face was wet with his tears and his eyes held a wildness at odds with the control of many of the warrior class Garan had seen.
‘I can kill you before you know I’ve moved,’ said the elf.
Garan nodded. ‘Probably. But then you’d still have to escape the city with your beloved in your arms. Difficult. Even for a TaiGethen.’
‘Why would you help me?’
‘Because the death of those we love is not constrained by race or victory or defeat.’
‘You knew I would come?’
‘I knew she had been laid there for a reason. The cloak is mine.’
The elf nodded thanks.
‘She was Arch of the TaiGethen. I loved her,’ he said.
‘Then come with me. Let me help you respect her in death as I did her skill in life.’
The elf stared at him for a time, weighing him up. He muttered to himself, said some sharp words and walked forward.
‘I am Garan.’
‘We came to kidnap you,’ said the elf.
‘And ran into Ystormun instead. I’m almost sorry you didn’t find me first.’
Takaar didn’t reply. Garan walked with him into the Path of Yniss and away towards the Ultan bridge. Patrolling soldiers stared at them but he simply waved them away. Ordered them to continue their routes. Assured them he was safe.
At the far end of the bridge, beyond the last guard post, they stopped. The elf was staring out at the ground.
‘You can see them, can you?’
The elf nodded. ‘There is space to walk between them.’
He turned to face Garan, and if the man expected thanks he was disappointed.
‘Tell your masters we are not done. Tell them we will return. Tell Ystormun that he should fear my name.’
Garan saw the strength in him and could not help but shudder. He forced a chuckle. ‘You know I might just do that. What is your name?’
The elf lifted his head and his face bore a faded glory.
‘I am Takaar.’