Violent spasms went through the woman’s body as I held her to my chest. My wings churned much more slowly than they should have, as if through sludge, even though the air was crisp and clear.
Once past the previously human-infested valley, everything looked and sounded and smelled just as it ought to have. The forest thickened beneath us, and ahead the Sionnachan mountains rose up in a dark, snow-peaked band. The sun had begun its descent behind the peaks, staining the sky a red so familiar I could have conjured it behind closed eyes no matter how much time I spent away.
Everything was just as I’d left it.
And yet, nothing felt the same.
I tilted forward, wings relaxing open to catch a drift of wind downwards. The woman in my arms tensed when she realized we were landing, another tremor going through her tiny frame.
I landed on my feet, wings sending the top layer of snow skittering away from us. We were in a clearing – an open space between the thick forest behind and the base of the mountains ahead. I was relieved not to see my castle. Good. That old Riverdark spell still holds.
The warlords of Riverdark were powerful mages. Back when he’d been alive, my father Cynewylf had brought one here. The Riverdark mage had owed him a great debt from a previous affair, and as a result he’d agreed to protect our family home with a shielding spell. It made the entire property invisible, even to those who knew where to look.
I placed the human down onto her feet. I watched her carefully, wondering if she’d collapse or try to run.
I had to hand it to her. She was made of slightly stronger stuff than I’d thought.
She chose to run.
She didn’t get very far. A few weak and wobbly steps were all she managed before she fell forward onto her hands and knees in the snow.
Seems her heart is stronger than her legs.
Sighing, I crossed to her and hauled her upright, keeping a firm grip on her upper arm.
“No more running,” I snapped. “I don’t have the patience for it.”
It was true. Now that the fighting had ended, the pain of my wounds was making itself known. If it had just been the human weapons, that would have been one thing. Barely worth bandaging, really. But Skalla had mauled me before I’d even begun battling the humans. Even before this whole thing had started, I had not been at full strength, still weakened from my first fight with my cousin.
The woman said something to me, and I growled in annoyance. I didn’t understand her.
They must be a young race. Or, at least, this language is.
I’d visited Rúnwebbe not long before my first battle with my cousin, and I’d given her a gift in exchange for a fresh bit of her web. She and her web collected whispers from all over the universe, and those whispers included language. But if this human’s language hadn’t existed in its current form back then, then the small pieces of web I’d absorbed into my ears would be useless where this woman was concerned. Only the source web in Rúnwebbe’s world continued collecting whispers, its threads updating as languages morphed and expanded. Once a bit was cut off and used, it could only translate languages that had existed before it got severed. Maerwynne did say I’d been gone for many mortal generations...
The woman spoke again, something that sounded like a question. A question I did not understand and could not answer.
If I want to understand her or interrogate her, I’ll have to see Rúnwebbe first. Get fresh webbing.
But one thing at a time. For now, I just needed to get inside my blasted castle before I bled out all over the snow.
I spoke the Riverdark word for home, mirreth, and then grunted in satisfaction when the castle shimmered into view. The castle was comprised of three ancient, gigantic trees. The trio of trees had been hollowed out, with rooms and stairs and walls built inside them by my father. The three shining, conical towers were connected by above-ground tunnels made of translucent, multi-coloured crystal – the shards of many trees melded together. Some of the tunnels ran along the ground. Others were high up in the air, suspended between the top floors of the towers.
Apparently, the human was not as satisfied as I was by the apparition, because she renewed her attempts to run with a vengeance. Her feet skidded and slipped in the snow, her whole body straining away from my grip.
“I thought I told you, ‘No more running,’” I said flatly, beginning to walk and hauling her along with me. She stumbled, and by the suddenly stubborn look on her tiny face, I wondered if she was about to stop walking beside me altogether. If she was going to collapse to her knees and force me to drag her or pick her up again. She seemed to decide against it, though, which was smart. If she had let all her weight go like that, my strength probably would have popped her arm out of its socket before I could stop it.
“Good,” I grunted as she walked, not exactly impressed, but something close to pleased by her actions. There was something to be said for walking with your own power, even when the path ahead seemed dark. Plus, I was glad I didn’t have to carry her kicking and screaming inside. What would Yllsha think?
It jarred me, the grief when I remembered that Yllsha, the endlessly competent Mistress of Affairs who’d run this castle when I’d last been here, was long dead. Though I felt as if I’d only seen her days ago, she would not be here. Neither would Notto, the Master of the Grounds, with his flashing eyes and smoky, rumbling guffaw.
Who was left?
Would anyone even be here at all?
I opened the green door to the centre tower and pulled the human inside with me. I had no idea what would greet me here after being gone for so long.
But by the stars, I was about to find out.
CHAPTER NINE Wylfrael
The door closed behind us with a soft thud. The entrance hall was just as I’d left it – a wide, tall space with dark green, shimmering walls. The floor, like the tunnels that connected the three towers to each other, was made of hundreds of shards of trees melded together. The colours had been chosen and placed carefully, creating a large pink, silver, and purple starburst in a deep green sky. I could see the floor’s design clearly – there was light. Firestones flickered along divots and shelves in the natural shape of the walls, casting a fractured orange glow over the interior.
So, someone is here, then.
Firestones only burned for a dozen days or so before they had to be replaced.
Ahead of us was a curving staircase that led upwards to the higher floors of this centre tower, called the Day Tower. White sotasha fur carpet spilled down the steps like a stream of foaming water. At the back of the hall, another door led into the kitchen and laundry areas, and a door back there led outside to the gardens and barns.
“You can stop that, now,” I muttered, casting my eyes sideways and down at the human. She was still fighting against my grip, her strange eyes darting back and forth, her breath coming fast and quick between red lips. I frowned, tugging her close and leaning down to inspect her face. Had her lips and skin not had a blue and grey tint earlier? When I’d first found her in the snow? I was sure of it, but now her skin was all pink and crimson, her cheeks flaming and her lips darkest of all.