Tain gave them a wide berth. They weren't aware of his passing.
They had guessed wrong in predicting that they would beat the Caydarmen to Palikov's.
Grimnir and four others had accompanied the Witch. Tain didn't see Torfin among them.
The raiders had their heads together. They had tried a torching and had failed. A horse lay between house and nightriders, moaning, with an arrow in its side. A muted Kosku kept cursing the Witch and Caydarmen.
Tain left the roan. He moved downhill to a shadow near the raiders. He squatted, waited.
This time he bore his weapons.
The Toad loomed behind the Palikov home. Its evil god aspect felt believable. It seemed to chuckle over this petty human drama.
Tain touched the hilt of his longsword. He was tempted. Yet.... He wanted no deaths. Not now. Not here. This confrontation had to be neutralized, if only to keep Toma and Mikla from stumbling into a situation they couldn't handle.
Maybe he could stop it without bloodshed.
He took flint and steel from his travel pouch. He sealed his eyes, let his chin fall to his chest.
He whispered.
He didn't understand the words. They weren't in his childhood tongue. They had been taught him when he was young, during his Aspirant training.
His world shrank till he was alone in it. He no longer felt the breeze, nor the earth beneath his toes. He heard nothing, nor did the light of torches seep through the flesh of his eyelids. The smell of fetid torch smoke faded from his consciousness.
He floated.
He reached out, locating his enemies, visualizing them from a slight elevation. His lips continued to work.
He struck flint against steel, caught the spark with his mind.
Six pairs of eyes jerked his way.
A luminous something grew round the spark, which seemed frozen in time, neither waxing nor dying.
The luminosity spread diaphanous wings, floated upward. Soon it looked like a gigantic, glowing moth.
The Witch shrieked. Fear and rage drenched her voice.
Tain willed the moth.
Its wings fluttered like silk falling. The Witch flailed with her hands, could touch nothing. The moth's clawed feet pierced her hood, seized her hair.
Flames sprang up.
The woman screamed.
The moth ascended lightly, fluttered toward Grimnir.
The Caydarman remained immobile, stunned, till his hair caught fire. Then he squealed and ran for his horse.
The others broke a moment later. Tain burned one more, then recalled the elemental.
It was a minor magick, hardly more than a trick, but effective enough as a surprise. And no one died.
One Caydarman came close.
They were a horse short, and too interested in running to share with the man who came up short.
Whooping, old man Kosku stormed from the house. He let an arrow fly. It struck the Caydarman in the shoulder. Kosku would have killed him had Tain not threatened him with the moth.
Tain recalled the spark again. This time it settled to the point it had occupied when the moth had come to life. The elemental faded. The spark fell, dying before it hit ground.
Tain withdrew from his trance. He returned flint and steel to his pouch, rose. "Good," he whispered. "It's done."
He was tired. He hadn't the mental or emotional muscle to sustain extended use of the Power. He wasn't sure he could make it home.
But he had been a soldier of the Dread Empire. He did not yield to weariness.
XII
The fire's smoke hung motionless in the heavy air. Little more than embers remained. The ashes beneath were deep. The little light remaining stirred spooky shadows amongst the odd, conical rocks.
Kai Ling slept soundly. He had made his bed there for so long that his body knew every sharp edge beneath it.
The hillmen sentinels watched without relaxing. They knew this bane too well. They bothered him no more. All they wanted of him was warning time, so their women and children could flee.
Kai Ling sat bolt upright. He listened. His gaze turned west. His head thrust foreward. His nose twitched like that of a hound on point. A smile toyed with his lips. He donned his golden panther mask.
The sentinels ran to tell their people that the man-of-death was moving.
XIII
Toma and Mikla slept half the day. Tain labored on the windmill, then the house. He joined Rula for lunch. She followed him when he returned to work.
"What happened to them?" he asked.
"It was almost sunup when they came home. They didn't say anything."
"They weren't hurt?"
"It was over before they got there." The fear edged her voice again, but now she had it under control.
I'm building a mountain of responsibility, Tain thought.
She watched him work a while, admiring the deft way he pegged timbers into place.
He clambered up to check the work Toma had done on the headers. Out of habit he scanned the horizon.
A hill away, a horseman watched the stead. Tain balanced on the header. The rider waved. Tain responded.
Someone began cursing inside the sod house. Rula hurried that way. Tain sighed. He wouldn't have to explain a greeting to the enemy.
Minutes later Mikla came outside. He had a hangover. A jar of beer hung from his left hand.
"Good afternoon," Tain called.
"The hell it is." Mikla came over, leaned against a stud. "Where were you last night?"
"What? Asleep in the barn. Why?"
"Not sure. Toma!"
Toma came outside. He looked worse than his brother-in-law. "What?"
"What'd old man Kosku say?"
"I don't know. Old coot talked all night. I quit listening to him last year."
"About the prowler who ran the Caydarmen off."
"Ah. I don't remember. A black giant sorcerer? He's been seeing things for years. I don't think he's ever sober."
"He was sober last night. And he told the same story the first time they tried burning him out."
Toma shrugged. "Believe what you want. He's just crazy." But Toma considered Tain speculatively.
"Someone coming," Tain said. The runner was coming from the direction of the Kosku stead. Soon Toma and Mikla could see him too.
"That's Wes. Kosku's youngest," Toma said. "What's happened now?"
When the boy reached the men, he gasped, "It's Dad. He's gone after Olag."
"Calm down," Mikla told him, "Catch your breath first." The boy didn't wait long. "We went back to the house. To see if we could save anything. We found Mari. We thought she ran to Jeski's... .
She was all burned... .Then Ivon Pilsuski came by. He said Olag was in town. He was bragging about teaching Dad a lesson. So Dad went to town. To kill him." Tain sighed. It seemed unstoppable now. There was blood in it.
Toma looked at Mikla. Mikla stared back. "Well?" said Toma.
"It's probably too late."
"Are you going?"
Mikla rubbed his forehead, pushed his hair out of his eyes. "Yes. All right." He went to the house. Toma followed.
The two came back. Mikla had his sword. Toma had his staff. They walked round the corner of the house, toward the village, without speaking.
Rula flew outside. "Tain! Stop them! They'll get killed."
He seized her shoulders, held her at arm's length. "I can't."
"Yes, you can. You're.... You mean you won't." Something had broken within her. Her fear had returned. The raid had effected her the way the Caydarmen wanted it to effect the entire Zemstvi.