Doors slammed down the length of the corridor, the last of them to the panorama room built inside the fingers, with windows out towards the rainforest and the Ultan.
‘Easy place to become trapped,’ said Takaar.
‘We’ll start far end. We know someone’s in there and there’s no way out but the windows,’ said Marack. ‘Silent running.’
Ears could have been pressed to every door and it would have made no difference. The TaiGethen whispered over the timber floor. Like in the forest tracking tapir or monkey, they couldn’t afford to disturb anything.
Marack indicated Auum and Takaar stay left and right. Marack charged the last few paces, dropped to her backside and slid in hard, her feet slamming into the door at the first cross brace. The door thwacked back against its hinges. Arrows flew out over her head, skipping off the walls and bouncing uselessly onto the floor.
Auum and Takaar threw jaqruis through the doorway. Marack was on her feet directly after them. The jaqruis missed their targets but served their purpose. Archers ducked. Marack slashed her blades across in front of her, splintering bows in the hands of the two humans.
Both backed away, reaching for knives. Auum and Takaar moved up beside her. The men glanced at one another and put their hands above their heads in surrender. Auum shook his head. His blade licked out, taking the left hand man through the eye, Garonin style, and piercing his brain. Marack ran the other through.
Auum turned to assess the room. It was empty barring two iads. Ynissul. One of them was staring at Takaar and he met her gaze unwavering.
‘You,’ she said.
Chapter 39
Welcoming long lost friends is a risk until you know why they were lost so long. ‘You have to admit he’s clever.’
Garan edged his foot into one of the elven bodies and turned it over. The camouflage paint remained where the burns had not consumed it. Otherwise, the face was melted. The heat under the multiple orbs and the blistering drops of fired rain must have been devastating in the moments before death. The deluge had been spectacular. And the mages accurate enough to save most of the empty crates masquerading as supplies too.
Garan nodded. ‘I never doubted his cleverness, Keller, only his planning and execution of military operations. It seems he’s been learning. But I still don’t agree with the sacrifice of so many of my men for so relatively few of theirs.’
‘It’s just mathematics, Garan. Simple equations and acceptable loss.’
‘I’ll be sure and include that in my letters to the bereaved.’
‘He’s bringing this fight to a quick conclusion. I for one am happy about that because it means I get to go home.’
‘Don’t pack your bags just yet,’ said Garan. ‘They aren’t finished and there’ll be more of them here somewhere.’
Keller rocked on his heels and his eyes unfocused. His mouth moved but no sound came. Garan waited. It was the only choice when Communion was underway. Keller was frowning and his fists clenched and unclenched. The contact was short, and when it was done, Keller was nervous.
‘Perhaps he’s not so clever after all. There are TaiGethen in the temple.’ ‘Yes,’ said Marack. ‘Him.’
Marack put the point of her sword under Llyron’s chin. Llyron lifted her head but didn’t take her eyes from Takaar.
‘And he’s unbalanced,’ said Marack. ‘Prone to sudden changes of mood and unpredictable actions. So, cascarg, you had better speak.’
‘Speak?’ Llyron dragged her eyes away from Takaar. ‘You aren’t here to kill me?’
‘You flatter yourself. We’re here for the man in charge, not the iad who betrayed us. Not yet. Consider this a stay of execution.’
‘The people of Ysundeneth need their priest of Shorth,’ said Takaar.
‘Like they need their champion of the harmony?’ said Llyron.
Takaar frowned. ‘She isn’t right. But I am not here to lead. Only to help. Never to lead. Only a pair of hands. It is not convenient in any way. Wrong again. But I can strike like a taipan, kill like a panther. Useful. Yes.’
Auum watched Llyron lean back gradually from both Marack’s blade and Takaar’s muttering. Marack cocked her head.
‘Kill like a panther,’ she repeated. ‘Ready to speak?’
Auum focused on the other iad in the room. Silent for now and staring at the unfolding scene with open mouth and blank eyes. Sildaan looked beaten down. Gone was the cocksure expression and the arrogance of growing power. Replaced by a dull morbidity. Not triggered by the arrival of the TaiGethen either.
‘Where’s Garan?’ demanded Auum.
Sildaan looked up at him. She wasn’t about to say anything. Next to her, Llyron managed a dry laugh.
‘Garan? He’s down at the barracks. That’s where the soldiers live. Why on earth would you care?’
‘Like I said, we’re here for the man in charge?’
Llyron laughed again and Marack pushed her blade a little closer. ‘And you’re looking for Garan? He’s not in charge. You poor fools, why did you come here? You really have no idea of the power that has arrived on our shores, do you? It’s over for the elves of Ysundeneth and so it will be for those of Tolt Anoor and Deneth Barine.
‘All you can do now is run to the rainforest. Hide in the darkest parts of the canopy and wait for the inevitable end. Men are here. Magic is here. And you can do nothing to stop it.’
Auum saw Marack hesitate. Now he understood Sildaan’s desolation. And his hatred of her deepened.
‘So who is the man in charge?’ he asked. ‘We don’t care who he is. We want him. No human is fast enough to beat a TaiGethen.’
Sildaan caught his gaze, and Yniss preserve him if there wasn’t pity in her eyes.
‘O Auum. So right about so much but so wrong about this. Please run while you still have time.’
Something in her chilled Auum to the core. ‘What have you done? What have you allowed into our lands?’
‘We are all of us only alive until our usefulness runs its course,’ said Sildaan.
‘Sildaan!’ snapped Llyron. ‘Enough.’
‘Why?’ asked Auum. ‘What aren’t you telling us?’
Sildaan didn’t get the chance to respond. Takaar groaned. He stumbled back clutching at his head, doubled over and fell to the ground on his side, vomiting bile onto the timber floor and convulsing.
Both Llyron and Sildaan leapt up and backed away from him as he writhed and tried to cry out through jaws locked in pain.
‘What’s happening?’
‘Magic,’ said Auum. ‘That’s what. Lots of it. Either here or down at the dockside.’
Outside the windows, echoes of light could be seen flashing across the sky. Marack ran to the door and pulled it open. Auum, crouched by Takaar, could see down the corridor. It was empty but there were the sounds of fighting echoing up from the hall below. Katyett was inside the temple.
A door opened halfway down the corridor and an ula stumbled out, crashing into the wall opposite before turning his back to lean against it and jab a finger back towards the chamber.
‘I will never bow to this. This is not what we planned. How can you countenance this genocide?’
The ula ducked. An arrow bit into the wall where his head had been. He looked left and right, saw Marack at the door and began running towards them. Auum growled and stood.
Hithuur.
The traitor priest dived headlong into the room.
‘Close it. Bar it. Please.’
Other figures were emerging from the room. Marack slammed the door, ran to a heavy chair and dragged it across. Auum pounced on Hithuur.
‘Cascarg. You killed my Jarinn. You murdered our high priest. Welcome to your execution.’
‘No. What are you talking about? It was men. Men and magic. I loved Jarinn.’