Was this another of Dibly’s macabre jokes? Tali tried not to think about it, but the image of all those people being bled to death each day was not easily banished.
“Puts your little problem into perspective, doesn’t it?” Dibly said with a sidelong glance at Tali. “But Fortress Rutherin is strong; it’s what the chancellor needs. It’s easy to defend, hard to attack and has underground water enough to withstand a year-long siege.”
One wheel crashed into a deep pothole, jerked out of it and fell into another. There came the sharp crack of breaking wood. The wagon tilted sharply to the left, slamming Tali’s camp bed into the left-hand wall.
“Are we being attacked?” she cried.
Dibly tore open the front curtains and was leaning out when there came another crack, from the rear. The left-hand side of the wagon slammed down onto the rocky road, hurling her out, and the wagon bed came to rest at a steep angle. Tali was toppled from the camp bed, which overturned onto her.
Struggling out from under the bed was like climbing a mountain. Her heart was pounding by the time she freed herself. Outside, people were shouting and a rider was galloping towards them. If it was an attack, was she better off inside the wagon or out? Out, she thought. She could not bear to be trapped.
Tali crawled along the sloping bed of the wagon to the curtains, and peered out. “Madam Dibly?”
The old woman lay on the rocky ground, unmoving. There was blood all over her face. Tali slid down, half falling. Both of the left-side wheels lay on the ground. It wasn’t an attack. The first jolt must have broken the front axle of the wagon and then the strain had snapped the rear one.
Tali felt so faint that she had to hang on. She crawled to the healer.
“Madam Dibly?” she said, turning her head upright.
It moved too easily, and when Tali released it, flopped back at an odd angle. Dibly was dead. Her neck was broken.
Tali closed the healer’s eyes, then pushed herself to her feet. The faintness returned. She took a lurching step forwards, clambered over the wagon tongue and out into the middle of the track. A line of wagons had stopped behind hers and several drivers had gathered around it, studying the broken axles.
Ahead, most of the riders were still heading for the closed gates of Fortress Rutherin, but three horses had turned out of the line and were coming back. Two were ridden by big men who had the look of the chancellor’s elite guard, while the fellow between them was small, hunchbacked and rode slumped in the saddle like a bag of wheat. The chancellor.
Tali had to know where they were taking her and what the surroundings were like. The moment she was strong enough, she was going to escape. She moved out on to the road, clear of the wagon, and looked around.
The black cliff to the left of the fortress dropped several hundred feet to a narrow coastal plain, below which she could see the tangled streets and smoke-stained buildings of the former port town of Rutherin. It had a forlorn and neglected air. In the distance, the ice sheet covered the ocean in all directions, unimaginably vast. Its advancing front was formed from ice cliffs nearly as high as the track on which she stood.
Behind her, up the winding road, were the snow-covered mountains they had recently crossed. No escape that way; not on foot, anyhow.
Kaark! Kaark!
The hoarse cries caused her to look up. Squinting against the bright sky, she saw a large bird wheeling, thousands of feet up. An unusual bird; or was it a huge bat? Shivers ran down her back.
As it came lower, circling above the fortress and the road with the stalled wagons, Tali saw that it was neither bird nor bat, but some flying creature bigger than either, with man-like shoulders and head, and wings at least twelve feet across, but spindly legs that could not have supported its weight. She had never heard of such a creature. Tali was studying it, shading her eyes from the bright, when the chancellor let out a furious bellow.
The guards came hurtling up. The leading rider scooped Tali off her feet, dropped her face-down across his saddle and threw a cloak over her.
“What are you doing?” she cried, struggling to free her face.
The guard’s big hand pressed her down. He wheeled his horse and raced for the gates of Rutherin. The chancellor and the other guard turned and matched his pace, and within a minute they had passed through and were under a covered ride-way inside. Further on, the ground sloped so steeply that the rear of the fortress was thirty feet lower than the front.
“You bloody fool!” cried the chancellor, dragging Tali off the saddle. “You bloody, bloody fool.”
She had to sit down; her head was whirling. “Dibly was thrown out of the wagon,” said Tali. “I went to help her… but she broke her neck.”
A triumphant cry echoed across the yard. Kaark! Kaark!
The chancellor jerked his head at the first guard. “Shoot the damn thing, Regg.”
Regg grabbed his bow, darted to the edge of the ride-way and looked up, but shook his head. “It’s too high, well out of range.”
“What’s it doing?”
“Flying away, waggling its wings — looks like it’s giving us the finger.”
The chancellor slumped onto a bench, breathing hard. His eyes met Tali’s.
“It’s a gauntling, a kind of flying shifter. A spy, Tali. A key purpose of this trip was to get you here without the enemy knowing. Why did you think I kept you disguised and indoors the whole time?”
“I assumed it was to torment and punish me.”
“Aaarrgh!” he roared, tearing at his scanty hair. “And now it’s all been for nothing. It won’t take the gauntling long to fly back to Caulderon. By midnight, Lyf will know you’re here.”
CHAPTER 5
Rix shuddered. Why had he painted that dreadful mural? Was it symbolic — the despised Pale and the disgraced former nobleman collectively destroying their country? Or did it mean nothing at all?
He could feel Glynnie’s gaze on him. No, on his dead hand. Her mouth was open, her eyes huge. He scowled and she lowered her head. A creeping flush passed up her cheeks.
“Why didn’t you leave it up on the roof?” Rix said quietly. “Why did you have to interfere?”
Her reply was barely audible. “You done so much for us. I wanted to help you…”
“But you didn’t know what you were doing!” he cried.
Benn whimpered and scrunched himself in the corner. For once, Glynnie ignored him. “You… you could have told me to stop.”
“I didn’t know you were planning to reattach it. I had my eyes closed. I couldn’t bear to look at the damn, dead thing.”
He raised his lifeless right hand, wanting to be rid of it. Should he hack it off? Rix did not have the courage for such a bloody, final act. And, if he admitted it, he could not abandon hope that whatever had withdrawn the life from it might restore it again.
“Sorry, Lord,” whispered Glynnie, falling to her knees before him. “I’m just a stupid maidservant. Beat me black and blue; I deserve it… but please don’t take it out on Benn. Please don’t abandon us now.”
He wanted to, but he could not abandon a young woman and a child, for any reason. Without him they had no hope. With him, maimed and useless though he was, they had a tiny chance.
“I’m not going to beat anyone — ”
Somewhere behind and above them a beast howled, an eerie sound that echoed down the tunnels. It was followed by a frantic scratching, panting and yelping. Rix imagined a shifter’s bloodstained claws tearing at the lid of a coffin, trying to get at the dead meat inside.
“They’ve sniffed us out,” whispered Glynnie. “We’ll never get away now. Lord, please don’t leave us.”
“I’m not going to leave you. Get Benn up.”
Instinctively, Rix reached for Maloch, but his dead hand could not grip the hilt. He drew it left-handed and held it up. The blade, which had a bluish tint, was made from the immensely strong metal titane, the secret of whose forging had long been lost. The very tip of the sword had no point, for it had been melted by magery in the battle with Lyf. Rix would have to grind a new tip — assuming his sharpening stone could grind titane.