She mounted her horse. It wasn’t over, nothing like it, but Rix seized the diversion gratefully. “I can’t do anything for them. We’d better go.”
“What’s your manor like?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I haven’t been within twenty miles of the place. But I may have to fight for it.”
“Why?”
“In times of war, the moment a great house falls, the hyenas move in to take everything left undefended.” He climbed onto his horse. “Coming?”
“Where?”
“To Garramide.”
She did not move. “You’re not sending me away? You’re taking me with you?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight,” said Rix.
CHAPTER 19
Tali bolted down the black stone corridor past the last of the cells to the great iron rear door she had seen the day she arrived. An icy draught whistled underneath it, suggesting that it led outside. She was not dressed for winter, she had neither money nor food, but she did not hesitate. If she could not escape she was going to die, one way or another. She raised the latch, slipped through into the dark and the wind-driven rain, and closed the door behind her.
Where to go? She had no idea. All she knew about the fortress, and the town of Rutherin below the cliff, was the glimpse she’d had after the wagon’s axles broke.
She was in a large, paved yard surrounded by the knife-edged ridges she had seen as she arrived, which were too steep to climb even had she been fit. The main building loomed behind her against a dark sky. There was no moon to guide her, not even a star. Everything was obscured by a heavy overcast. The only light came from several small windows on the topmost level of the fortress, barely enough to see by.
First she must get out of the fortress. If she did, she would worry about where to run, where to hide, how to survive. She turned around and around, willing her underground-sensitive eyes to reveal what normal people would never see. There, up the steeply sloping yard, two shadowy rises in the wall must be the gate towers.
She had to hurry — Kroni would have seen the blood-drenched, empty cell by now. Within minutes the gates would be sealed and everyone would be on the hunt. Nothing mattered but speed.
Tali darted across the yard and scuttled along beside the wall. She wasn’t used to running and already her knees felt weak. There was a light in the guard box and she saw a shadow there, and heard a rhythmic thudding. It was miserably cold; the guard must be stamping his feet to keep warm.
She felt her way along to the main gates, but they were locked and barred at night. A small gate beside the guard post, only wide enough to admit one person at a time, was also closed and she could not open it without being seen.
The gate was her only chance, so she had to distract the guard. If she’d had command of her gift it would have been easy, but even after Rannilt’s intervention Tali could raise no more than a trickle of magery.
She crept closer until she could see the guard in his little wooden guard box. An elderly, sad-eyed fellow with sagging jowls and pouched eyes, he looked as though he had seen more than enough of the misery of the world. Did he have a soft heart, though? If his troubles had hardened him, her plan would fail.
The great fortress gates were made from six-inch-thick slabs of timber reinforced with vertical lengths of the same timber, though here and there she could feel cracks between the slabs. She slid along the gate until she was behind the reinforcing slab nearest the guard box, praying that it was enough to conceal her. It might do, as long as he didn’t shine his lantern along the gate.
In Cython, Tali had been the best of all the slave-kids at hiding, and Nurse Bet had taught her to throw her voice so as to send pursuers the wrong way. Could she still do it?
She put her lips to a crack between two slabs, cupped her hands around her mouth, then threw her voice so it would seem to come from outside. She had to use a trickle of her precious magery to make sure, and it still did not sound very convincing, so she picked up a small piece of rock from the road and tossed it over the gate. It clattered away, outside.
“Help,” she moaned in her highest, most child-like voice. “Help, help!”
“Who’s there?” said the guard, coming to the door of his box.
“Lost my mummy. Help me.”
The guard opened the viewing flap and shone the lantern around outside. “Come to the gate.”
“Broke my ankle,” Tali whimpered. “Please help me.”
“Not allowed to open the gate without seeing who’s outside.”
Tali let out a groan.
“You’ve got to come to the gate, girlie,” said the guard. “If I break the rules, I’ll get a flogging.”
Tali let out another moan, then said no more. The guard swore, checked back towards the fortress, then opened the side gate and looked out.
“Where the blazes are you, girl?”
Tali crept towards the guard box. The old guard, muttering to himself, went through and she heard his boots crunching on the gravel outside. Now!
“Where are you, girlie?”
She slipped through the gate behind him. He walked a few paces, swinging the lantern back and forth, trying to penetrate the shadows down the slope to the right side of the road. He stopped. It did not look as if he was going to go any further, and the moment he turned back he would see her and shout the alarm.
Tali picked up a chunk of rock, stepped up behind him and, as the lantern swung back in his hand, slammed the rock into the glass. The lantern went out and darkness descended. She ducked aside and crouched down.
“What the bloody hell happened?” said the old man. “Girlie, I’ve got to go back.”
A klaxon sounded from the fortress and someone bellowed, “Seal the gates. Let no one in or out. Guards, be on alert for a small, blonde woman.”
“Oh, gawd!” cried the old man. “Oh gawd, oh gawd, I’m for it now.”
Almost sobbing, he groped his way back to his box. Tali felt a spasm of pity for the kindly old man. She had used him ill, and now he would get a flogging. She began to run off, hesitated, then turned back. Could she make it appear that it wasn’t his fault? And could she still get away if she took the time to help him?
She followed the old man back. In his distress he had neglected to bolt the side gate, and she slipped through. He had a burning taper and was trying to light his lantern, wheezing, “Oh gawd, oh gawd,” but his hand was shaking so badly that the wick would not catch.
She took the lantern from his hand and shook the oil out all over the walls of the guard box. “Run,” said Tali. “Yell for help. Tell them I set your box on fire.”
He stared at her as though she were an apparition. Tali took the taper from his hand and touched it to the furthest wall. Flames licked up.
“Go!” she hissed.
He stumbled away, croaking, “Help! Fire!”
Tali tossed the taper at the other wall, went through the side gate, pushed it shut and looked around her. The road from the gate ran up into the mountains, she knew, though without clothing and proper gear she had no hope of surviving there. To her right, a steep track wound down the cliff towards the town of Rutherin. After they searched the immediate surrounds of the fortress, Rutherin was the first place they would look, but she had no alternative.
Tali headed down the road at a trot, though before she had gone a hundred yards she knew she would be lucky to reach the bottom. She was already exhausted. Could she do this? Would her strength last?
She stumbled on. Behind her, the fortress was lit with a hundred lights and flames from the blazing guard box could be seen above the gates. The side gate was blocked by fire but it would only take a minute to swing the main gates open, and then they would come after her.