‘The rest of you be quiet,’ he said. ‘Where do you want them?’
‘Do I look like I care overmuch? You’re in charge of holding pens.’
Garan signalled and six of his warriors came over. A few more words and they moved to Helias’s people.
‘You won’t be hurt,’ said Helias. ‘It’s for your own safety.’
They were led away muttering curses at him and Sildaan.
‘You know that might not actually be a lie,’ said Sildaan.
‘What should I do?’ asked Helias.
‘Your people are in the agreed location?’ she asked.
‘Naturally.’
‘And Llyron’s athletic little gift?’
Helias smiled, a thoroughly unpleasant event for any iad to witness. ‘She awaits my pleasure. Just tell your muscle to leave the houses around the park undamaged.’
‘Good, then you can go where you please. Go back and do what you want to her or, if I were you, I’d save that for another day and get to Shorth. Llyron will keep you safe enough.’
Helias blustered. ‘I’m not walking alone that sort of distance.’
‘Then walk with us. Just keep out of my way; I have work to do.’
‘Don’t treat me as some sort of lower-thread minion.’
‘How else would you have an Ynissul priest treat a Tuali?’ returned Sildaan. ‘Don’t worry, you’ll get your rewards and your position. Until then, I’d…’ Sildaan touched a finger to her lips.
‘You need me,’ Helias said. ‘Don’t forget that.’
‘You are as inevitable and irritating as blisters in new boots. Run along.’
Helias shot her a glance that Garan noted with raised eyebrows before shouldering his way through the mercenaries on his way to the gods knew where and cared even less.
‘Someone else to keep your eye on,’ Garan said.
‘He is nothing. Alone, he has no strength to fight. No courage. Let’s move on. I want to set one particularly large fire before the rains come back.’ Pelyn watched the men flying in the sky on what looked like wings made of nothing but smoke and shadow. She’d seen them dive and climb. They could fly at some speed too. Very agile and yet totally corrupt by all the laws of every elven god. And they presented a huge problem.
They’d returned to the house at the side of the Park of Tual. Hundreds of Tualis were gathered in the park. They stood in groups, talking, sharpening weapons and waiting, she presumed, for Helias. They were going to get something quite different, and Pelyn wanted to be there to witness it. Tulan had planned an escape route and he and Ephran were waiting downstairs.
Pelyn turned to Methian. The old Gyalan’s face still held the anger from Jakyn and the museum arch.
‘You did exactly the right thing,’ she said.
He looked up, his eyes boring into her face. ‘It isn’t that. Those two Gyalan animals deserved to die like the dogs they were. I just wish we’d fired the museum. None of them deserve life. Not after what they did.’
‘I understand, but you can’t afford to think that way. Eventually, there will have to be forgiveness. Yniss save me, I’m probably going to have to forgive Helias. That ula is elusive as a taipan and has more life than an Ynissul, I swear it.’
Once the Gyalan guard had laid poor Jakyn on the ground, Pelyn had seen something she never thought to see. Methian lost control of himself. Pelyn had half expected him to slap the guard on the rump with the flat of his blade, tell him to take a warning back to the others. But he had punched the guard in the stomach as he straightened, slammed the pommel of his sword into the Gyalan’s neck to knock him down, kicked him over onto his back and buried his blade in his chest.
Only then had he broken down in tears. Tulan and Ephran had moved Jakyn’s body into shade and Tulan had laid his cloak across the boy’s ruined body. They planned to collect him later and take him into the rainforest. The temple of Shorth was out of bounds.
‘I’ll think on it. But I’m old, Pelyn. Getting old, anyway. And I never thought to see this. The violence is frightening. My violence frightens me.’ Methian’s hands were shaking. ‘I should have gone into the forest with the Apposans.’
‘You still can. That’s not desertion, it’s retirement.’
Methian managed a smile. ‘Thank you, Pelyn. But I think I have to see this through. Find out who we are as a race of people. I don’t want to turn my back and not know what I’ve left behind.’
Pelyn looked away across the Park of Tual. There was movement all around its periphery. More further up the Ash too.
‘Tulan. Men are coming.’
‘We’re ready,’ said Tulan’s voice from the bottom of the stairs.
Pelyn took a pace away from the window, hiding herself more firmly in shadow.
‘I think we’ve been foolhardy coming back here,’ she said
‘We needed to get a picture of the city. Something to plan by.’
Pelyn chuckled. ‘I saw the look on your face when you heard me suggest it, old ula. And I saw you look over towards the Hausolis Playhouse.’
Methian got up from the end of the bed he’d been sitting on and joined her.
‘Well, I did wonder. No thought of a little malicious enjoyment watching the Tuali run?’
‘You know me too well. But still, be ready to run yourself. No doubt Helias told them to leave the houses untouched, but these are men we’re talking about here. Paid thugs. Trust them?’
‘Like I trust a piranha.’ Nillis saw the movement, thought it had to be the perimeter guard, looked again and was equally certain that it was not. He tightened his grip on the sharpened stave he’d fashioned while sitting about waiting for Helias to come back, then tapped Ulakan on the shoulder.
‘What is it?’
Ulakan was bored. Nillis could see it in his eyes. Privately, he thought Ulakan had gone too far, got too violent in the raids last night. But the ula, barely out of education like himself, seemed to revel in it. Like his parents, who were also here, he was not slow in saying that this had been coming for a long, long time.
Plenty of other Tuali had seen what were presumably enemies gathering on the borders of the park, still mainly hidden by fence, wall and tree. Voices were raised in warning and the group, maybe three hundred strong, began to spread in anticipation of combat.
‘Come on, cowards!’ called Ulakan. ‘Show yourselves. Take us on if you think you’re able.’
Ulakan’s taunts were picked up across the crowd. Laughter followed. Fists and weapons punched the air. But what emerged from the brush and climbed over or broke down the ornamental fencing were not Ixii or Beethans or Cefans. Voices quietened. Tualis started backing anyway though the enemy was coming in from all sides.
Bravado died in throats. Weapon tips dropped. Nervous elves glanced around, their eyes flickering over the faces of those beside them, looking for comfort. There was none to be had. Nillis guessed there had to be a hundred of them. Most armed but some of them not. Men.
Fear spread through the Tuali. They were just civilians in the main. Big and brave when running and fighting other civilians. But coming at them now were professional soldiers walking with cool purpose, keen edges drawn and ready. They wore stiff leather and steel-capped boots. They were tall, powerful and brutal. Scarred and bearded. Cold-eyed.
Walking just ahead of them were unarmoured men. They’d all heard men were here and that something called magic had been used to murder Lorius. Nillis knew that those men in common clothes were the wielders of it, whatever it really was. Nillis felt Ulakan near him.
‘We’ve got to get out of here,’ Ulakan said. ‘Make a break for it or we’ll be trapped.’
Nillis’s heart was beating fast. ‘It’s too late for that, isn’t it?’
‘No. Follow me. Any others who come, good luck to them.’
‘What about your parents?’
‘It’s now or never. Come on!’
And Ulakan ran. He ran hard towards the north end of the park where the line of men looked a little thin. Nillis took off after him. He heard the shouts of some and the footsteps of others follow them. Ulakan was laughing, excited by the sprint. From the line, two of the unarmed men stepped forward. They raised their hands, palms out. Nillis could see them talking. They made a pushing motion.