‘No time. Just believe what I say.’
‘Ilkar. A shield,’ said Sol. ‘I need Erienne. And I need Hirad.’
The Garonin breached Erienne’s shield. White tears flared across the space. Protectors fell. Darrick took a bolt across his left shoulder. Sirendor ducked and flailed his weapon. Hirad swayed and jabbed out, deflecting a weapon which fired high and wide.
‘No time, Unknown!’ he called.
‘Make time.’
‘Shield up,’ said Ilkar.
Hirad was plucked away.
‘Unknown, no!’
‘It is our last chance. The Garonin will break us eventually. We have to complete the job and hide the door from them. First we need every soul to cross. Thousands are coming in from the void, heading for rest. Now we need the living to join them. Erienne will bring Densyr. You will bring my family.’
Sol’s voice was like a warm cloak about Hirad’s shoulders. He could sense Erienne but could not see her, and if he looked at all, he could see nothing but a blurred mess all around him.
‘Why me?’
‘Why do you think she named our son Hirad?’
‘Thought that was your idea.’
‘No.’
‘She’ll want it to have been you she saw, big man.’
‘You’ll understand why I cannot move.’
The Unknown’s voice was leaden. Hirad felt his regret as if it was his own.
‘It’s probably for the best,’ said Hirad.
‘I can think of no scenario where that would be true. Just tell them I’ll be watching over them always.’
The blur coalesced. Hirad and Erienne were standing in the ruins of Xetesk. Diera, the boys and Denser were running towards them. The wolves had peeled off and were harrying three Garonin, keeping them away. Both animals were badly wounded. Neither would last long.
Denser could feel her before she appeared before them. The four of them were running towards a temporary haven in the ruins of the refectory. Garonin still prowled the grounds of the college but the vydospheres were gone, snatched away to some other task.
Erienne stood with Hirad. Warmth flowed out from them. Diera and the boys saw The Raven duo too. Diera slithered to a stop, young Hirad still on her back. Jonas walked towards Hirad, sword still in his hands.
‘Hello, Jonas.’
‘You’re like that painting at our inn. How can you be here?’
‘It’s a long story. Your father sent me. But I’m here to show you to your new home. You, Hirad and your mother. Reach out to me; let me take you there.’
Jonas turned to Diera.
‘Mother?’
She looked up and there was joy in her face despite the tears. ‘Why isn’t he here?’
Hirad smiled. ‘He’s busy making sure every soul that ever was gets safely to the other side. You know The Unknown.’
Diera smiled. ‘Yes, I do.’
‘And he says he’ll be watching over you, keeping you safe.’
‘He actually means it, doesn’t he?’ said Diera.
‘You know, I think he does.’
‘Time for you to come too, my love,’ said Erienne.
‘Yeah, Xetesk-man. Get over here and feel my spectral boot in your arse for all the crap things you did.’
But Denser shook his head, suddenly certain of his path. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘What?’ Erienne and Hirad spoke together.
‘Not because of you, Hirad. I never was scared of you, not really. But there’ll be so many people left here, people that won’t cross over. So much work to be done if we are to rebuild anything of our former selves. And all without the aid of magic now.’
‘Are you sure?’ asked Erienne.
‘I’ve never been surer about anything,’ said Denser, and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. ‘I can’t abandon those who cannot leave.’
Erienne nodded. ‘The words of a true leader of men. You’ll make a fine king, Denser. I’m proud of you.’
‘Not a king. Never that.’
Hirad chuckled. ‘Good job. Come on, you lot. Time to go.’
Denser watched the three of them reach out to Hirad and disappear. Hirad nodded to him.
‘I’m glad, Denser. You’ve restored my faith in you. Something I didn’t think you could do. Never mind your college trappings. This is a destiny you can make all for yourself.’
‘I’ll do my best.’
Hirad vanished, leaving Erienne standing in the light alone.
‘I will never cease to love you,’ said Denser. ‘Or our daughter.’
Erienne smiled, blew him a kiss and was gone. Denser looked about him.
‘Interesting decision,’ he said. ‘Thoroughly thought through. Hero, king or utter fool. Time will surely tell.’
Denser ducked into the refectory ruins as a Garonin soldier thumped past his hiding place. He could still hear the wolves but they were distant now, perhaps chasing Thraun’s soul. He hoped so.
The Lord of the Mount watched the Garonin soldier march away.
‘Right. Well, best get started.’
The Garonin were amongst them.
‘How long, Sol?’ asked Ilkar. He had kept his shield up against the few enemies who remained outside but increasingly he felt it to be a waste of time.
‘You’ll know,’ said Sol.
‘We could do with the others. Why won’t everyone see what I see?’
‘They are coming. And your time is soon.’
Sirendor and Darrick fought back to back. Darrick’s left arm hung useless at his side. He was sweating heavily and struggling to keep up his defence. But there was no doubting his courage. He jabbed and fenced, keeping enemies busy while Sirendor killed with his trademark stylish efficiency. The remaining Protectors held the line as solidly as they could but were being worn down inexorably.
Around them, the TaiGethen were a blur of ruthless murder. Every time a Garonin soldier got inside the shield, a TaiGethen was on him before he had gone five paces. Yet Ilkar could not relax. Surely the enemy were being snuffed out and indeed it did seem their numbers were thinning beyond the shield. Ilkar, though, felt the approach of something bad.
Garonin soldiers broke through on the right again. Four of them. Thraun barked a warning and leapt. White tears tracked him, searing across his flank. With a yelp, Thraun crashed to the ground and slid against the side of the edifice. His body heaved and smoked, shuddering its last.
Auum was already running, Evunn with him. The two TaiGethen rolled under streams of white tears flashing over their heads and into the backs of two helpless Protectors. Auum surged up and left the ground, going two-footed at the nearest enemy. Evunn made to do likewise, but at that moment Erienne and Hirad dropped back into the melee.
Evunn collided with the pair of them and all three tumbled and rolled. In front of them the Garonin could not believe his luck. His weapon discharged. Evunn was caught by the stream of energy and his body blew apart, spattering gore in all directions.
The Garonin hurdled his fallen body and raced towards Sol. Auum downed his man, turned and gave chase. Hirad was getting to his feet. Two other Garonin faced him. He had nowhere to run. Below him Erienne had begun to cast but would not make it.
Time slowed for Ilkar. Him again. He could stop the lone Garonin. Possibly. But the consequence was stark. Move and attack and lose the shield keeping the remaining fire from the defenders. Enough fire to wipe them all out. He heard Sol’s last words repeat in his head.
‘Now or never,’ he said. Ilkar drove to his feet and dived headlong at the onrushing Garonin. ‘Shield down! Shield down!’
White tears lashed into the open space. Protector, Raven and elf alike threw themselves to the ground. Ilkar prayed they all survived but knew they could not. His outstretched hand snagged the ankle of the Garonin. The soldier, in mid-run, sprawled to the ground. Ilkar scrambled up and dived on top of him as he tried to get back to his feet. White tears smashed all around him, ripping chunks out of the edifice but keeping well away from Sol, who held the door open, helpless to stop what came at him.