‘Ystormun is dead,’ said Auum.
Stein shook his head. ‘No. He is diminished. We do not have the power to kill him. Only his cadre can do that. His soul is with the.. you call them the Arakhe… and he will return. He will not forget, Auum, and he will never forgive. And one day we may call upon the elves to fight with us to keep him and his like from dominion.
‘You must answer that call, when it comes, for the good of both elves and men.’
Auum’s hand snapped out and he grabbed Stein’s wrist, turning it over to reveal his palm. A birthmark stained it, in a shape not unlike a tree.
‘You have proved that you can keep your word and for that I grant you respect,’ said Auum. ‘But until four generations of your kin are grown and one holds this mark again, no man will be welcome here. No man will survive coming here. That is my promise and, unlike you, I will be alive to keep it.’
‘So be it,’ said Stein. ‘We’ll take word to the other cities. Without Ystormun, they will fall to you like leaves in autumn.’
‘Thank you,’ said Auum. ‘We will bring an army to Tolt Anoor and to Deneth Barine. Any humans we find will suffer the same fate as those here. Tell them that too.’
Stein gave a command, and in a few moments all his men had shadow wings on their backs.
‘I hope that, one day, elf and man will greet each other like brothers,’ said Stein.
‘As Garan would say,’ said Takaar. ‘Don’t push your luck.’
Stein smiled. ‘Goodbye.’
Auum watched him and his mages fly high into the sky and head out towards a ship anchored in the deep water beyond the harbour. He walked to the edge of the roof, feeling the splintered bones and blood of Ystormun beneath his feet.
‘That one’s for you, Katyett,’ he said.
‘And for every elf who died by human hand,’ said Takaar.
They stood and looked out over Ysundeneth. The hoots and calls of the mob were mingled with songs that rose in ten thousand throats. Across the city fires were burning and elves prayed in every desecrated temple, thanking their gods for their deliverance.
Auum looked directly down. The TaiGethen still stood in front of the doors though the crowd in front of them was beginning to disperse. Ulysan sensed him and looked up. He put his hands together and smiled. As one the TaiGethen began to sing a hymn of remembrance for their fallen.
Auum sighed. Tears for Elyss and his child were in his eyes. Beside him Takaar was staring towards the forest and the clarity was gone from him. He twitched with the desire to leave. Auum didn’t blame him.
‘Bloody hell, Takaar, but we’ve got some work to do now,’ he said.
Takaar looked at him, and the ghost of a smile played over his lips.
‘Four generations isn’t very long in human terms.’
‘Can you have some Il-Aryn ready by then?’
‘I think so.’
‘Good,’ said Auum. ‘Then you’d best get to it.’
Auum jumped from the temple roof to join the TaiGethen in song.