"You were that mad? I didn't realize that. Hart? Go ahead."
"I tried to bribe my way onto the trip with you the night before you left," Hart said. "You turned me down and had me taken away from the Crosspoint Building. The guard on duty that night was named Grey."
For a moment there was silence. "Well?" Danae asked at last. "Is that it? Can we get out of here now?"
"Sure," Ravagin said wearily, sliding off his horse. "Just as soon as we figure out where exactly we're going to go. And how we're going to get there alive."
Chapter 27
"What do you mean, where are we going?" Danae asked. "We're going to the Tunnel and getting the hell out of here."
Ravagin shook his head, peering into the darkness at her. The visibility was lousy; but even so, it was clear she was suffering badly from fatigue. Fatigue, or something worse. "The Tunnel's out of the question, at least for the moment," he said. "There'll be spirits on guard in the Cairn Mounds long before we could make it there."
"But if we hurry, Melentha at least won't be there in person to oppose us," Hart pointed out from the shadows to Ravagin's left. "I've been told it's difficult to manipulate spirits long-range."
"Agreed," Ravagin nodded. "Especially since they don't react well to situations outside the scope of their specific orders. And of course Melentha won't be able to have a demon sitting out there indefinitely waiting for us to show—there's a limit to how long a non-binding invocation lasts. But there are other things she can do."
"Such as?" Hart asked.
"Such as keep a dozen demons or so circulating between her and the Tunnel. She can invoke one, send it there with orders to attack us if we're there, and by the time it goes into spontaneous release she'll have the next one on the way."
"So we just time our escape to come between the waves—" Danae began.
"She may also have human allies she can call on for help—spirit-possessed or otherwise," Ravagin cut her off. "And some of them may live close enough to the Tunnel to get there first no matter how fast we ride."
"Given all of this," Hart said, "it still seems to me that the longer we delay, the more time she'll have to set up a water-tight barrier around the Tunnel. And the better the chances one of the spirits out searching for us will get lucky.
"Will they be able to identify us, though?" Danae asked. "I didn't think spirits saw us as faces."
"You'd have to ask Melentha exactly how it is spirits see us," Ravagin said grimly. "Unfortunately, Hart's got a point. Especially since they already have our names to work with."
"Our—oh." Danae inhaled sharply. "Damn. That does make a difference, doesn't it?"
"A big one," Ravagin nodded. "It's not quite as simple as when you send a sprite off with a message for a particular person, but even with the more advanced spirits there's some kind of coupling between name and image."
"So you're basically offering us no choices at all," Hart said quietly. "If we race to the Tunnel we'll be caught, and if we attempt to hide out somewhere we'll be caught. Unless you have some Courier's trick up your sleeve...?"
"Courier training doesn't cover this type of situation," Ravagin shook his head. "But I may have an idea." He looked at Danae. "Do you still remember how to do that demogorgon invocation?"
From the corner of his eye he saw Hart stiffen. "I had a full mnemonic treatment, you know," Danae told him. "Of course I remember it."
"Do you think you could stand to try it again?" There was the barest hesitation before she answered.
"If it'll help get us out of here, I'll try anything."
"There aren't any guarantees, I'm afraid," he warned. "For that matter, I'm not even sure if the spell I want really exists. But if it does, a demogorgon will probably know it."
"And what would this possibly nonexistent spell do?" Hart asked.
Ravagin pursed his lips. "Make us invisible to spirits."
For a moment there was silence as the other two seemed to digest that. "Uh-huh," Hart said at last.
"Interesting approach. If spirits can't see us, the majority of Melentha's spy network becomes effectively useless."
"Not only the spy network, but the bulk of her defenses, too," Ravagin pointed out. "One trick she'll probably use to get around the spontaneous release problem is to bind some of her spirits into wild animals and set them to prowling around the Tunnel. But since that kind of possession usually plays havoc with the animal's normal instincts and sensory apparatus, if the spirit itself can't detect us chances are good we'll be able to walk past even a cintah without being bothered."
"Sounds like a worthwhile gamble," Hart said with a nod. "Yes, we'll try it. Ms. mal ce Taeger, you'll need to tell me how to do this demogorgon spell—"
"Hold it!" Ravagin cut in. "What makes you think you're going to do the invocation?"
"I second the question," Danae growled.
Hart exhaled loudly. "I may not be as experienced as you are, Ravagin, with Karyx and its wonders, but I do know that the inherent dangers of an invocation increase as you go up the hierarchy.
Invoking a demogorgon is about as dangerous as you can get, and I doubt that either of us wants Ms.
mal ce Taeger to take that sort of risk."
Ravagin opened his mouth, but Danae beat him to the punch. "Hart, it's time to get a couple of things straight," she bit out. "First of all, from a purely practical standpoint, you can't do the invocation for the simple reason that I'm not going to give it to you."
"Ms. mal ce Taeger—"
"Danae! It's just Danae here, Hart—no one has that many names on Karyx. Second of all, you're not in charge of me here. Ravagin is, and if anyone had the right to take this invocation away from me it would be him—and I'm not going to give him the spell, either. And finally, if you'd turn down your loyalty to Daddy Dear by a few degrees, you'd realize I'm the one who's got the best chance of coming out of this safely, anyway. I've invoked the demogorgon before and he didn't hurt me then.
So. Ravagin, where should we try this?"
"Not here," Ravagin said, stifling the automatic urge to argue with her. One successful pass at a demogorgon was no guarantee that a second wouldn't end in disaster... but it was abundantly clear that her mind was made up, and arguing would only waste precious time. "We're too close to Melentha and her house. I suggest we head southwest, cross the Besak-Findral road and the plains south of it and hide out in the marshes by the Davrahil River. That's nearly twenty kilometers in the wrong direction, and I doubt they'll get around to searching anywhere that far away for at least a few hours. Hart?"
"Makes sense," the other said promptly. "Let's get moving."
Ravagin had fully expected to run into at least one of Melentha's searching spirits, if not the demonwoman herself... but as the minutes turned to half an hour and they'd still encountered no trouble, he began to both breathe easier and wonder if his flailing attack had indeed done Melentha some real damage. Certainly she would have thought to scour the immediate area as well as to send everything else available in a mad dash for the Cairn Mounds and the Tunnel.
Unless long association with her demon had dulled her mind that much. It was possible; most scholars had long since come to the conclusion that, for all their power, Karyx's spirit world was severely lacking in anything resembling human imagination.
But whatever the reason, they reached and crossed the Besak-Findral road without trouble and headed cross-country toward the Davrahil River. Besak's surrounding landscape, never more than rolling to begin with, began to flatten out even more as the occasional patches of forest became rarer.