Thraun picked up unconscious soldiers by their jerkin collars, one in either powerful fist and dragged them from the execution chamber. He moved at a loping run, the men's boots rattling across the stone flags. Denser encouraged the two remaining guards down the corridor with a meaningful wave of his sword, and The Unknown ushered die law mages along right behind him.
The Raven worked fast, splitting die soldiers and mages between cells, Darrick helping Thraun clear the corridor of men, both still and stirring, With a set of keys taken from a guard, the cells were locked down one after anotiier but before locking die final cell door on Simmac, The Unknown paused.
‘Iknow you can break this door down in a heartbeat. That's why Heryst is coming witii us. Any noise from down here and he dies. You do understand me, don't you?'
The Raven set off at a run› taking the stairs at speed and reaching ground level to find the pair of guards still down under Denser and Erienne's spells. From the main door, there came the sounds of furious activity and heavy impacts. But the door was still holding.
'They're getting close,' said Denser.
The Unknown saw the slight shake of Heryst's head as he turned to face them.
'So, mighty Raven,' he said. 'I've been waiting for this. Escape through that angry mob of loyal Lysternans is going to be a challenge.'
'Yes,' agreed Denser.
‘Ican't wait to find out how you plan to get away. I can hardly be a shield for all of you.' He smiled, enjoying himself a little.
'Oh, Heryst,' said Denser. 'You've been out of the game too long.'
‘Ibeg your pardon?'
Denser indicated the wall opposite the main barracks door. 'The stables are this way and we have no intention of using the door.'
'I-'
'Watch and learn,' said Darrick, voice cold. 'Like I did.'
'Stand away,' said Denser.
'No,' said Erienne. 'Let me do it.'
'Can you?' he asked.
She nodded. 'I'd better, I think. Quieter my way.'
Heryst's eyes had narrowed in confused suspicion once more. The Unknown ignored him.
'Don't take on too much.'
But Erienne was already lost inside her mind, standing absolutely still, facing the wall, her arms by her sides. The Unknown watched her in profile, mesmerised by the movement of her lips, the narrowing of her eye and the rapid movement of its pupil. A wind blew through the guard room, ruffling papers and blowing through clothing. Heat, like the summer sun bursting through cloud, surrounded them. Smoke poured from the wall, which cracked and moved. A glowing red line, rough but shaped like a doorway, etched and burned in the stones. Beneath the red line, stone became dust, dropping to the floor with a sound like spilled grain, leaving an opening into the night.
The Unknown gasped, feeling the power surging through the elements around him. He glanced at Heryst. The Lord Elder Mage's face was taut, his eyes wide. Erienne swayed and fell into Denser's arms.
He looked down at his wife then back at the opening she had created.
'Bloody hell,' he breathed.
'Not seen that sort of thing for a while,. then?' asked Hirad.
'Hirad,' said Denser. 'No one has seen or done that sort of thing on Balaia for hundreds of years.'
Hirad shivered and glanced at Thraun and Darrick who moved carefully over to the smoking opening which overlooked the stables and paddocks beyond. Outside, the way was clear and quiet but the sounds of the crowd filtered round the sides of the building.
'We should go,' said Darrick. 'Quickly.'
'Come on, Heryst,' said Hirad. 'We need you to order the gates opened.'
Heryst made no move. 'We never close our gates,' he said vaguely.
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, his gaze tearing from Erienne to The Unknown.
'She possesses it,' he said. 'Everyone will want her and what she carries.'
'Not if they don't know,' said The Unknown.
Heryst gestured behind him. The sounds of spells impacting the door to counter Denser's WardLock had ceased.
‘Ifelt it. So did Denser and every mage in this college. The Gods only know how far the ripples will spread through the spectrum. We all know what it means. It was no college-based casting because there was so much more involved than mere mana. The Nightchild told us that much.'
'But her identity need not be known,' said The Unknown.
'The connection will be made.' Heryst shrugged. 'She will be safer here. You all will.'
'Except Darrick,' said Erienne weakly.
She was still clinging on to Denser. Her face was white and drawn and she was shivering.
'You know we can't stay here. We have made a promise to Ilkar.
Julatsa's Heart must be raised and Xetesk has to be stopped. That isn't going to happen if we sit here under your questionable protection,' said The Unknown. 'The question really is, are you going to make it difficult for us to ride away from here now?'
Another spell struck the outer door. Timbers heaved. The sound of angry voices grew louder.
'Darrick is under sentence. I can't change that,' said Heryst. 'But Erienne must stay. Xetesk must not be allowed to take her.'
'She's Raven,' said Hirad. 'And Xetesk, nor Dordover, nor you will ever own her. Let's go.'
Heryst was going to be a hindrance.
'He stays,' said The Unknown. 'Denser?'
Denser nodded, released Erienne into The Unknown's arms and turned on the Lord Elder Mage of Lystern who stiffened. Hirad's sword point rested gently on his heart.
'It doesn't hurt,' said Denser.
'Pain I can handle. The stain on my reputation will take longer to clear.'
'You opposed us. You pay the price,' said Hirad.
'You'll be hunted out there,' said Heryst. 'At least I offer you life.'
'Life?' said Hirad. 'Hear that, Darrick?'
‘Ihear.'
Denser spoke his short incantation. Heryst slumped backwards, Hirad cushioning his head. The main door splintered.
'Run,' he said.
The Unknown swept Erienne up and followed Thraun and Darrick across the short space to the stables. The shapechanger hurdled the paddock fencing and ran in through broad, open doors. Darrick pulled open a side door and disappeared inside.
The Unknown ran in after Darrick with Denser and Hirad right behind him. One man lay on the ground, groaning and clutching at nose and groin. 'Thought you said it was empty.'
Hirad shrugged and pushed past him, leading the way through the tack room, past the saddle bars and on into the stables themselves. The pungent smells of dung and wet straw filled the air; the sounds of agitated horses mixed with the calls to arms from outside. Thraun's silhouette was framed against the night sky as he worked in the dark stables, unlatching gates and pulling horses out, his eyes piercing the shadows easily.
'Hirad, take the spare. I'll carry Erienne, she can't ride. Let's go, let's go!' said The Unknown, turning his head as he ran.
Lysternan soldiers Were moving quickly through the tack room. Ahead, Darrick had vaulted into his saddle the way only a cavalryman could and had snatched up a rake. Hirad was climbing aboard and Thraun had opened the last stable gate*.
The Unknown switched Erienne from his arms to over his left shoulder, put a foot in the stirrup and heaved himself on to his mount, pain flaring in his hip. He moved Erienne to sit in die saddle in front of him. An arrow thudded into a timber by his head.
'Ride, Raven. Ride!'
He yanked hard at the reins, turning his horse to the entrance. He dug in his heels and the animal sprang forwards. Darrick rode back down the stables, whirling the rake in his right hand. He heard the whistle as it whipped through the air and the dull thwack of wood on leather.
The Raven surged out into the paddock. Next to The Unknown, Denser was preparing. Just behind, Hirad hunched low, his left hand clutching the reins of Erienne's horse. Thraun came to The Unknown's right-hand side and he heard Darrick yelling his horse to greater effort.
In front of them, the low paddock fence neared. Beyond it, the walls of the college loomed above. Buildings rose on either side. From between these buildings, soldiers and mages ran to try and cut off their escape.