Elric knocked impatiently upon the heavy, blackwood door. He had reached the palace and now stood by a small back entrance, glancing cautiously around him, for he knew that Yyrkoon had given the guards orders to slay him if he entered lmrryr.
A bolt squealed on the other side of the door and it moved silently inwards. A thin, seamed face confronted Elric.
'Is it the king?' whispered the man, peering out into the night. He was a tall, extremely thin individual with long, gnarled limbs which shifted awkwardly as he moved nearer, straining his beady eyes to get a glimpse of Elric.
'It's Prince Elric, ' the albino said. 'But you forget, Tanglebones, my friend, that a new king sits on the Ruby Throne.'
Tanglebones shook his head and his sparse hair fell over his face. With a jerking movement he brushed it back and stood aside for Elric to enter.
'The Dragon Isle has but one king and his name is Elric, whatever usurper would have it otherwise.'
Elric ignored this statement, but he smiled thinly and waited for the man to push the bolt back into place.
'She still sleeps, sire, ' Tanglebones murmured as he climbed unlit stairs, Elric behind him.
'I guessed that, ' Elric said. 'I do not underestimate my good cousin's powers of sorcery.'
Upwards, now, in silence, the two men climbed until at last they reached a corridor which was aflare with dancing torchlight. The marble walls reflected the flames and showed Elric, crouching with Tanglebones behind a pillar, that the room in which he was interested was guarded by a massive archer a eunuch by the look of him who was alert and wakeful.
The man was hairless and fat, his blue-black gleaming armour tight on his flesh, but his fingers were curled around the string of his short, ,bone bow and there was a slim arrow resting on the string. Elric guessed that this man was one of the crack eunuch archers, a member of the Silent Guard, Imrryr's finest company of warriors.
Tanglebones, who had taught the young Elric the arts of fencing and archery, had known of the guard's presence and had prepared for it. Earlier he had placed a bow behind the pillar. Silently he picked it up and, bending it against his knee, strung it. He fitted an arrow to the string, aimed it at the right eye of the guard and let fly just at the eunuch turned to face him. The shaft missed. It clattered against the man's gorget and fell harmlessly to the reed-strewn stones of the floor.
So Elric acted swiftly, leaping forward, his runesword drawn and its alien power surging through him. It howled in a searing arc of black steel and cut through the bone bow which the eunuch had hoped would deflect it. The guard was panting and his thick lips were wet as he drew breath to yell. As he opened his mouth, Elric saw what he had expected, the man was tongueless and was a mute. His own shortsword came out and he just managed to parry Elric's next thrust. Sparks flew from the iron and Stormbringer bit into the eunuch's finely edged blade, he staggered and fell back before the necromantic sword which appeared to be endowed with a life of its own. The clatter of metal echoed loudly up and down the short corridor and Elric cursed the fate which had made the man turn at the crucial moment. Grimly, swiftly, he broke down the eunuch's clumsy guard.
The eunuch saw only a dim glimpse of his opponent behind the black, whirling blade which appeared to be so light and which was twice the length of his own stabbing sword. He wondered, frenziedly, who his attacker could be and he thought he recognized the face. Then a scarlet eruption obscured his vision, he felt searing agony clutch at his face and then, philosophically, for eunuchs are necessarily given to a certain fatalism, he realized that he was to die.
Elric stood over the eunuch's bloated body and tugged his sword from the corpse's skull, wiping the mixture of blood and brains on his late opponent's cloak. Tanglebones had wisely vanished. Elric could hear the clatter of sandalled feet rushing up the stairs. He pushed the door open and entered the room which was lit by two small candles placed at either end of a wide, richly tapestried bed. He went to the bed and looked down at the raven-haired girl who lay there.
Elric's mouth twitched and bright tears leapt into his strange red eyes. He was trembling as he turned back to the door, sheathed his sword and pulled the bolts into place. He returned to the bedside and knelt down beside the sleeping girl. Her features were as delicate and of a similar mould as Elric's own, but she had an added, exquisite beauty. She was breathing shallowly, in a sleep induced not by natural weariness but by her own brother's evil sorcery.
Elric reached out and tenderly took one fine-fingered hand in his. He put it to his lips and kissed it.
'Cymoril, ' he murmured, and an agony of longing throbbed in that name. 'Cymoril wake up.'
The girl did not stir, her breathing remained shallow and her eyes remained shut. Elric's white features twisted and his red eyes blazed as he shook in terrible and passionate rage. He gripped the hand, so limp and nerveless, like the hand of a corpse; gripped it until he had to stop himself for fear that he would crush the delicate fingers.
A shouting soldier began to beat at the door.
Elric replaced the hand on the girl's firm breast and stood up. He glanced uncomprehendingly at the door.
A sharper, colder voice interrupted the soldier's yelling.
'What is happening has someone tried to see my poor sleeping sister?'
'Yyrkoon, the black hellspawn, ' said Elric to himself.
Confused babblings from the soldier and Yyrkoon's voice raised as he shouted through the door.
'Whoever is in there you will be destroyed a thousand times when you are caught. You cannot escape. If my good sister is harmed in any way then you will never die, I promise you that. But you will pray to your Gods that you could! '
'Yyrkoon, you paltry rabble you cannot threaten one who is your equal in the dark arts. It is I, E1ric your rightful master. Return to your rabbit hole before I call down every evil power upon, above, and under the Earth to blast you! '
Yyrkoon laughed hesitantly. 'So you have returned again to try to waken my sister. Any such attempt will not only slay her it will send her soul into the deepest hell where you may join it, willingly! '
‘By Arnara's six breasts you it will be who samples the thousand deaths before long.'
'Enough of this.' Yyrkoon raised his voice. 'Soldiers I command you to break this door down-and take that traitor alive. Elric there are two things you will never again have my sister's love and the Ruby Throne. Make what you can of the little time available to you, for soon you will be grovelling to me and praying for release from your soul's agony! '
Elric ignored Yyrkoon's threats and looked at the narrow window to the room. It was just large enough for a man's body to pass through. He bent down and kissed Cymoril upon the lips, then he went to the door and silently withdrew the bolts. There came a crash as a soldier flung his weight against the door. It swung open, pitching the man forward to stumble and fall on his face. Elric drew his sword, lifted it high and chopped at the warrior's neck. The head sprang from its shoulders and Elric yelled loudly in a deep, rolling voice.
'Arioch! Arioch! I give you blood and souls only aid me now! This man I give you, mighty King of Hell aid your servant, Elric of Melnibone! '
Three soldiers entered the room in a bunch. Elric struck at one and sheared off half his face. The man screamed horribly..
'Arioch, Lord of the Darks I give you blood and souls. Aid me, evil one'