The Grave thief

Isak shook his whole body, like a wet dog. 'Wasn't my fucking fault this time,' he gasped, 'but something's waking up on Blackfang.'

'What do you mean, waking up?' Vesna said in dismay. 'And something! Do you mean another water elemental?'

'No such luck — whatever it is, it's far bigger.' He paused, trying to place the sensation, then a memory stirred in the back of his mind. 'Gods,' he breathed, 'it reminded me of Genedel.'

Vesna blanched. 'There's a bloody dragon about to attack us?'

'Me,' Isak corrected him; 'it's about to attack me.'

'What did you do to it?'

Isak snapped, roaring, 'Nothing!' as he shoved Vesna with such force that he almost toppled from his saddle. 'For once it's not my damn fault!' He looked back at the Menin line and snarled, 'And it's not our only bloody problem either — whatever's attacking from By or a is kin to the Reapers.'

'Kin?' Vesna thought for a moment. 'Piss and daemons; those bastard sons of Death. It's the Jesters. We hoped they'd died in the fires of Scree, but looks like no such luck. Cockroaches always find a way to survive, don't they?'

'I doubt leaving Azaer's employ is an option either,' Isak said grimly, 'dead or alive. But more important: right now we're surrounded.' Their plans hadn't included fighting their way out of a trap — none of the scryers had found enough troops to entrap a mounted army, and the legion stationed at Byora's gate should have been enough to stop any surprise sorties. 'Suggestions?'

Vesna looked down at his wrist, then towards the Menin lines. His mouth opened a little, then closed again as indecision took over.

'Nothing?' Isak asked. 'Do you think we might be able to rout the Menin with an all-out push?'

Vesna gave a helpless shrug. 'I don't know. They're formed up now, so we won't catch anyone alone out in the open.'

He looked around at the Farlan light cavalry regiments on either side of them. They were able to strafe the enemy lines, whilst remaining manoeuvrable enough to dodge any potential counterattacks. In the distance, the drums on the Menin lines beat out an ominous tattoo of orders he couldn't understand.

'We can't just stand here,' Vesna muttered, thinking aloud. 'If we call a full retreat we'll have them snapping at our heels, but as long as we can break through the Jesters, it should be manageable. If we push on… Well, I've no idea what we're going to meet.

They know they only need to blunt our attack, and what with the Reavers, the minotaurs and Lord Styrax himself, they've pretty much got the weapons to do it.'

'Fuck,' Isak breathed as he turned back to the eastern horizon, his mouth dropping open.

For a moment Vesna couldn't see what had attracted Isak's attention. He scanned the outline of Blackfang in vain before realising Isak was looking higher: at an indistinct black shape that was climbing, slowly, ponderously, into the sky.

'Gods…' Vesna stared at the shape, trying to gauge just how large it was, but he gave up. There was no point. 'That is what's coming for you?'

Isak sighed. 'I don't think it cares who I am, but it's angry, and I just waved a bloody great big red rag in front of it.'

'Can you stop it?'

'How? With the Skulls? Give me a decade of training and maybe — but right now the only thing I know how to do that will stop something like that is to call down the storm, like I did in Narkang. If I do that, no one near me will survive.'

'What about your companion?' Vesna asked, his voice lowered. He looked over his shoulder, checking no one was near enough to hear their conversation.

'If I gave him the control he needed, I'd never get it back,' Isak admitted.

'The last grains are falling,' whispered a voice at the back of his mind, as if in response to Verna's question. It sounded gleeful and malevolent. 'TKe Master comes for you.'

Isak froze. There was a certainty in the Headsman's voice that he'd not heard before, like the finality of a tomb door slamming shut.

Gods, this is really it.

He tightened his grip on the reins as a wave of lightheadedness washed over him, making him sway. The clamour of battle seemed to fade away until all he could see was the naked blade of Eolis lying across his lap and the dark shape in the sky as it began to labour towards them.

'If we stay, we're all dead,' Isak stated.

I feel it drawing inc. My dreams have drawn me here. The threads that bind me — whether prophecy, fate or a shadow's.scheme — have brought me to this place, and there will be no escape. They hold me too tight-

Vesna unknowingly interrupted Isak's dark thoughts. He raised his left hand and said clearly, 'That might not be so, my Lord.'

As Isak looked at him, he struggled with his vambrace and continued, 'There's something… I didn't want to tell you — I was frightened to tell you, but-'

'It doesn't matter,' Isak said, cutting him off.

'It does!' Vesna insisted, giving up the struggle and using the edge of his sword to cut the vambrace away. 'I can create a diversion for you: something that will give the Menin so much to think about that you'll be able to break through the Jesters.'

'No, my friend, you couldn't,' Isak said sadly. He watched as General Lahk rode through the knights, saluting his lord even now as the men fell silent. They surrounded Isak and Vesna with a ring of steel, and though they couldn't hear the conversation, they watched the two men, somehow aware that something momentous was unfolding.

'My Lord,' Vesna yelled, trying to get Isak to pay attention, 'listen to me!'

Finally Isak focused on his friend.

Vesna said out loud the words he had been repeating to himself, over and over again, for so long. 'The night I was attacked in Tirah, Karkarn came to me and offered me the chance to become his Mortal-Aspect.' He succeeded in pulling off his vambrace and tore off the bandage on his wrist. He pulled out a teardrop-shaped ruby and held it up. 'He gave me this. All I need do to seal the bargain is to cut my cheek with it.'

'And what would you do then?' Isak asked quietly. 'Would you take on an entire army by yourself? Would you stand back-to-back with the God of War as the two of you fight his own Chosen and a dragon? You don't know if it'll even pay you any attention.'

'It will give you a chance,' Vesna insisted, emotion making his voice hoarse. 'If we stay here and do nothing, then we are all dead!'

'I know.' Isak let the words hang in the air for a moment.

He beckoned Lahk over and said, 'General Lahk, I believe you to be a man who will follow orders, to your death if necessary, is that so?'

The general said nothing, but he inclined his head. His helm was

still on, so Isak couldn't see any expression on his face, but he doubted the man was anything but his usual impassive self.

'Good. If you do not obey this order, I will kill you where you sit. Do you understand me?'

'Isak!' Vesna yelled desperately, but the white'eye raised a hand to stop him.

'General Lahk, sound the retreat,' Isak continued. 'Lead these men back the way we came. Do not- Do not stop, not for anything nor anyone. This battle is lost; all that remains is to salvage what is left. Do you understand?'

Lahk nodded again and turned to his bugler beside him. 'General retreat to all legions,' he repeated solemnly.

'Vesna, my friend,' Isak continued while the order was being called, 'no matter what you do, what bargain you make, you cannot buy the army the time it needs. I need you to lead this army from the front — or I will kill you too.'

'But-'

'No more.' Isak raised Eolis and took hold of the Skull that was fused around the guard like a coating of ice. 'Take Hunting with you; there's no need for both of them to fall into enemy hands.'

'You can't,' Vesna said weakly.

'I can.' Isak smiled as he felt the weight of the Land lift from his shoulders. In the distance the dragon was closing, but he still had time. 'I never was much of a gambler — never had the patience for it — but it looks like I'm going to learn the hard way. Carel used to say a man was measured by the quality of his friends — I'm not sure what that says for my youth because I didn't have any friends, but now I hope he was right.'