I'm sorry. The apology stuck to her tongue. "Just tell him that."
The sprite flared and vanished. Taking another look around her, Danae pushed off the wall and headed for the front door.
Again, no spirits appeared to challenge her, and a minute later she was outside. Ahead was nothing but starlit ground... and the deceptively innocent post line.
And behind her was nothing but demons. Gritting her teeth, she kept moving.
She was five meters from the line when a green glow began to form on the two nearest posts. "Mansy- hae orlontis," she intoned between dry lips; and as if in response, the intensity of the green light suddenly increased. Steeling herself, Danae started forward—
And the green lights suddenly detached themselves from their posts and shot directly toward her.
Gasping, she fell back a step. The lights combined into one in midair, then abruptly split apart again half a meter in front of her as if bouncing from an invisible bubble surrounding her. She held her breath; coming around in tight circles, the parasite spirits recombined and swooped back for a second attack. This time they struck the invisible barrier a few centimeters closer to her. The next time they made it even closer... the next time closer still...
"Man-sy-hae orlontis!" Danae called again, fighting against the panic she could hear bubbling up into her voice. They were almost upon her...!
But with one protection spell still in place, a second invocation was useless. The parasite spirits chipped again and again at the spell until, suddenly, it was gone. She braced herself—
And the spirits vanished back into their posts.
Biting down hard on her tongue, Danae took a shuddering breath. She should have expected this, she realized as the panic abated enough for her brain to function again. Melentha had set this defense up... Melentha the sadistic bitch, who'd mentioned once how amusing it was to watch people trying to break into her house. She wouldn't let her post line kill attackers on their first try.
Okay, Danae, settle down, she told herself. You're safe, at least for now. So now what the hell do I do? There were at least two other spirit-protection spells that she knew, but neither was supposed to be all that much stronger than the one the demon had just casually shattered. A lar would be stronger, but a lar was stationary and couldn't be made to move with her across the post line.
Unless...
It was a gamble, but gambles were about all she had left. Gritting her teeth, she started forward.
It wasn't easy. She'd seen a lot of demons here—had seen what they were capable of doing—and each step was a struggle between will power and the panic again starting to simmer just below the surface. The green glow brightened with each laborious step; with each step her eyes involuntarily squinted against the possibility that this time the parasite spirits would again burst forth to attack her.
Four steps... five... six... the post line was no more than two meters away, and Danae's whole body was shaking with fear and dread. Forcing moisture into her dry mouth, she filled her lungs. "Sapreenhala minnistulri," she gasped—
And fell backwards as a crack of thunder seemed to explode inside her skull. The ground came up and slammed into her back and head—
And then there was silence.
Groggily, she forced herself up on her elbows. Ahead, the entire post line was alive with flashes of green ribbon, looking for all the world like green high-voltage current arcing across inadequate insulation. Between her and the nearest posts...
Cautiously, she got to her feet. She'd never seen a lar in trouble before, but she had no doubt that that was exactly what she was witnessing. The clean spectral whirlwind she'd seen her first night on Karyx had changed into the dirt-laden funnel of a tornado, its muddy blackness shot through with angry flickers of color as the lar struggled to establish itself where she had invoked it against the resistance of the demon.
And the demon was winning.
Danae's muscles felt like they'd just been through two hours of hard exercise. Choking back a groan, she forced herself to her feet. She had no way of knowing how long the lar would last, but until it was defeated she should be able to move right up to its far edge without danger. That was the theory, anyway, and she hoped desperately it was correct... because as she started forward, she saw that the lar's far edge had indeed fallen where she'd hoped it would: a meter past the post line.
Her skin began to tingle as she dragged herself toward the silent combat. The number and brightness of the green flashes intensified, and as her eyes adjusted she could see that the high-voltage sparks were actually the demon's parasite spirits flicking in and out of their posts as they threw themselves against the lar. Steeling herself, she stepped boldly between the posts—
It was probably only a few seconds before her vision and mind cleared and she found herself beyond the post line leaning up against the lar's for edge. To both sides of her the fight was continuing; ahead of her the muddy edge of the lar had become transparent enough to see stars through.
The lar was about to collapse.
Danae took a shuddering breath, then another, trying to drive the cobwebs of that passage from her brain. When the lar vanished, she had to be ready to move away from the post line as quickly as she could, before the demon could reach out. Invoking another lar would give her a chance to get her muscles back in order again; licking her lips, she took a deep breath and braced herself.
And all at once the lar was gone.
She hadn't realized she was still leaning against it until she toppled face-first onto the ground. "Sapreenhala minnis—" she began.
And was interrupted by a crack of thunder as a flash of green shot out of the post line and ricocheted from her face... and she found her tongue frozen.
With her lar invocation unfinished.
There was nothing she could do. Dimly, she remembered having heard that there were spells that could be done with hand and body movements alone; but nothing that specialized had ever been given to her. Without her voice, she was completely helpless; open to whatever the demon decided to do to her. The green glow flared again—
"Sa-preenhala minnistulri!"
Danae jerked at the unexpected voice from behind her, and for a heartbeat wondered if it had been a product of her own desperate imagination. But there was nothing imaginary about the flashes of green high-voltage that were again arcing about a dark but no longer muddy lar...
A pair of hands gripped her shoulders as she started to twist around in the grass where she still lay.
"You all right?" a voice whispered.
"Ahhh—" Danae worked moisture into her mouth. "Ahh... yes, I think so. Where—how—?"
"Let's hold off on any conversation until after we're away from here, all right?" She found herself being half lifted, half dragged to her feet. "I tried a little spell that's supposed to bind trapped spirits a little tighter," he added, "but I don't know how much range the demon there had in the first place, so I don't know whether it'll help us much."
His arm supporting her, they started away from the post line, and it wasn't until then that Danae realized how big the lar surrounding them actually was. "We go to the edge, you release this one and immediately invoke another?" she hazarded. "Cute."
"Thank you. Your trick back there was pretty good, too. I'd wager your friend Melentha never thought of someone getting through her post line like that."
Danae felt her heart skip a beat. "Melentha! Damn!—I forgot about her. She'll be after us any second now—"
"She'll have to hear the news and get back first," the other said calmly. "She, Ravagin, and a man named Nordis left the house a few minutes before you came out."
"You mean—?" Danae clamped her teeth together as it suddenly clicked. No wonder there'd been no demons in the halls or on the grounds to stop her: the system had been set up for the demons to take their orders directly from Melentha, and in her absence there was no way for unexpected events like Danae's escape to be taken into account. For the moment, at least, they had a little breathing space.