The Raven Collection Part 27

Even if he and Denser had uninterrupted sleep for a dozen hours, it was debatable whether they would have the combined strength to heal him, such was the damage to all three of them.

And so he knelt by Hirad, his hands on that awful wound, ignoring his own pain as he fed mana directly into his friend's broken, mercifully unconscious body while his tears dampened his cheeks and dripped to the cold stone floor. It would keep him alive for now, but Ilkar was so weak himself he knew it was ultimately hopeless.

He felt a hand on his shoulder.

'Ilkar, I share your pain.' He hadn't heard Denser move. He'd a.s.sumed him already deep in restoring sleep.

'I can't save him, Denser,' said Ilkar. His voice, cracked by his sobs, was rendered unsteady from sheer fatigue. 'He's going and I can't save him.'

'There might be a way.' Denser's voice too was barely recognisable. His battered face stopped him framing his words with anything close to accuracy.

'And what would you suggest, Xetesk man? There's no magic wand we can wave!' Ilkar jabbed the words out, coughed and spat blood.

'But there is another mage in this castle.'

'Erienne,' said Jandyr.

'The b.i.t.c.h that betrayed us,' said Ilkar.

'No,' said Jandyr firmly. 'She was forced. Travers took her sons too. We came to get them all.'

'Erienne Malanvai?' asked Denser. 'Dordovan Lore Scribe?'

'Yes.'

'That could prove a very useful piece of fortune.' He frowned. 'What the h.e.l.l did he want with her?' He shook his head and turned his attention to the elf. 'How long before you die?' Ilkar looked up at Denser and shook his head. 'How long, Ilkar?'

The elf shrugged. 'Three hours, perhaps a little more.'

Denser grunted and immediately sat behind Ilkar, his legs straddling the Julatsan.

'Lean into me,' he ordered. Ilkar lay back. Denser turned them so they were both facing the same way as Hirad, Ilkar having to reach to his right to touch the barbarian's wound.

'Now stretch out your legs,' said Denser and, with wincing stiffness, Ilkar did.

Jandyr gazed on, confused. There sat Denser, his hands now on Ilkar's shoulders, while Ilkar himself lay propped in Denser's lap, his hands probing Hirad's stomach ceaselessly.

'What's going on?' he asked.

'I'll explain later,' said Denser. 'Bring a chair. Place it supporting my back. Now, Ilkar, exactly what is it that's going to kill you?'

'A combination. My right lung is punctured, it's filling with blood and may collapse. My kidneys are too bruised to function correctly and I believe my liver is also bleeding.'

'Very well.' Denser adjusted his hand positions, moving one to the base of Ilkar's skull and placing the other over the right side of the elf's chest. 'Release control to me. Feed your mana into Hirad.'

'And you?' Ilkar's wave of grat.i.tude was tinted by a virgin worry over the Xeteskian's condition.

Denser managed a chuckle. 'They beat every inch, but little is broken except toes and fingers. I am in no danger.'

'Thank you.' Ilkar's voice shook.

'There is a wider purpose.'

'Thank you anyway.'

Denser said nothing, merely squeezed Ilkar's neck a moment before turning to Jandyr. 'We need the other mage. Every second is critical.'

Jandyr nodded. 'They'll have her by now. I'll bring them in.' He made to move, but the far doors opened and in walked Travers, the cat perched on his head. The Captain's eyes were glazed, his stance bent and stooped as if he had aged twenty years in the few minutes he was out of the room.

Denser smiled. 'I see you found my pet.'

Travers came to his senses as the cat jumped to the ground and trotted to Denser. He took in the scene, his eyes travelling over Isman's body and the strange tableau presented by The Raven trio. He frowned.

'I thought-'

'You are no longer important, Travers, you are nothing. The chain you are wearing, however, is everything.' Travers groped inside his s.h.i.+rt, his frown deepening. Denser caught Jandyr's eye. 'I think you should stand outside, you don't want to see this.' Jandyr paused, a dubious look on his face, then walked from the room, another arrow ready in his bow.

'Please . . .' Travers took a pace towards Denser, who ignored him, locking eyes with the cat.

'Kill him.' The cat changed, and Travers' pleas turned to a blubbering fear. Denser looked at him a last time.

'You thought to tame The Raven. So did I. But it can't be done. At least I will be alive to atone for my error.' There was a slavering sound next to him. 'Thank the G.o.ds we beat you. At least Balaia still has a chance to save itself.'

Denser's demon streaked across the s.p.a.ce between him and Travers.

'Close your eyes, Ilkar,' said Denser.

The Captain screamed.

Jandyr fought the desire to open the door. Travers' cries sourced from a fear deeper than any man should touch but, thankfully, were cut off quickly. The elf heard a sound akin to a melon hitting the floor. He fought equally hard not to vomit.

He turned at the sound of hurrying footsteps descending the stairs opposite. He stretched his bow but relaxed it as he saw a woman, Erienne surely, moving towards him flanked by Thraun and Will.

'Get out of my way,' said Erienne, trying to push past him. Jandyr grabbed her by the upper arms and restrained her.

'You can't go in there. Not yet.' He looked past her at Thraun. 'Stop her while I check what's happening.' Thraun took Erienne, who made just one attempt to break his grip.

'You can't protect Travers for ever.' She grated the words out, the fire in her eyes bright and hard.

'I can a.s.sure you we are not protecting him,' said Jandyr.

'What's going on, Jan?' asked Will.

'The Raven are in there, three of them at any rate. So was Travers, but I think he's dead now.'

'Think?' hissed Erienne.

'They wouldn't let me remain to see.' He paused. 'Hirad's hurt. He's dying. The Raven mages want you to help.' He nodded at Erienne, then turned to the door. 'Wait a moment.'

He peered inside. All was still save the pool of blood expanding slowly from beneath the blanket that covered Travers' head and upper body. Denser and Ilkar hadn't moved from Hirad's side and the cat lay curled on the chair supporting Denser's back, cleaning its paws and whiskers.

The elf walked back into the room, holding the door for the others. As one, they stopped to take in what they were seeing. Only Erienne understood, and she walked slowly towards Denser. She paused, sampling the movement in the mana.

'Well, well, well. A Julatsan and a Xeteskian joined in a mana drip for a dying man. I've surely seen everything now.' Her voice was cold but the dampness on her face gave away a fraction of what she felt inside.

'I wish we could have met under easier circ.u.mstances,' said Denser.

'Easier!' she screamed. 'My children are dead, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Dead. I should bleed the lot of you where you sit.'

Denser looked up and around, catching Thraun's eye. The man nodded.

'It's true,' he said. 'One of the guards cut their throats.'

'And all because your people wanted to save you,' managed Erienne, sobs now racking her body. 'My life has been taken and there was nothing I could do.' She sagged into Thraun's strong grasp. He supported her to a chair. 'I wasn't even there . . . they died alone.'

'Take your time, Erienne,' said Thraun. 'Take your time.' He smoothed her hair.

'Please,' said Denser. 'We don't have long. Hirad is dying.' Erienne dragged her hands from her face, her eyes, red and swelling, driving into his.

'And you think I should care?' She stood and walked over to him, looking down in disgust. 'You know why I was taken? Because Xetesk started a search for Dawnthief and Travers thought I could help him control it. My boys are dead because of you and your College. Well, Denser the great Dawnthief mage, I might just sit and watch your friend die. At least that's a choice I can make, unlike the one to save my children.' Her chin wobbled again and fresh tears sprang into her eyes. She turned away.

Denser framed an apology but anything he came up with would have been woefully inadequate. Instead he said, 'Xetesk doesn't want Dawnthief for itself.'

'Drop dead, Denser, I don't believe you.' Erienne walked back to her chair and sat.

Denser breathed deep, beaten muscles protesting. 'You have to believe me. The Wytch Lords have escaped the mana prison and are back in Parve. Dawnthief is the only way to destroy them and stop eighty thousand Wesmen tearing our land apart.' She looked at him again, brow creased. 'Please, Erienne. No one can touch the suffering you must be experiencing, but you can save Hirad. If we are to defeat the Wytch Lords, we must have him.'

'Why?'

'Because he leads The Raven and they are recovering the spell. Without him, we won't be strong enough.' Denser coughed, a line of blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

Erienne half laughed. 'That's one h.e.l.l of a story,' she said. 'And what do you say, Ilkar? Or I presume you are Ilkar, the Raven mage?'

'I believe him,' said Ilkar, his voice soft and weak.

Erienne raised her eyebrows. 'Really? Well, that is impressive.' She walked stiffly to the doors, not bothering to wipe her cheeks. 'You know I didn't have the power of life over my children, but I have it over you. Or death,' said Erienne. 'My children need me.'

'Think hard, Erienne,' said Denser to her back. 'And get rest. Replenish yourself. Right now, the fate of Balaia is in your hands.'

Erienne paused and turned to Denser. He managed to catch her eye and hold it. 'I mean it,' he said.

She left the room, Thraun shadowing her all the way.

'It's going to be a long night,' said Denser.

Ilkar stirred, wincing. He opened his eyes and looked around blearily.

'Where are the others?' he asked.

'Who?' Will walked towards him.

'Talan and Richmond.'

Will's gaze flicked to Denser and he bit his lip. Denser felt a new weight settle on his heart.

'I saw Talan fall. I don't know about Richmond but, well, he's not here. I'm sorry.' Will shrugged.

Ilkar shook his head slowly and refocused on Hirad. The barbarian's breathing was shallow but he was stable for now. Ilkar only hoped there was a point to it all. Denser could keep him alive and he could keep Hirad alive for perhaps another twelve hours, but that was all they could do. The efficiency of the beatings administered by Travers' men had seen to that. Then, the mana, the last drops that even Travers couldn't take from them, would be gone. And when the support went, the final nails would be in place and The Raven would be lost for ever.

Denser squeezed his shoulder. 'She will help us. Just hang on.'

'There's nothing else I can do,' said Ilkar. 'He's all I've got.' He looked at Hirad's face, still and calm. 'Just you and me now, old friend. Don't even think of dying without me.'

He would have lapsed back into his semi-trance, his mind roving in Hirad's ruined stomach to feel where his trickle of life-sustaining mana could do most good, but the bottom doors opened and in walked joy and sorrow in equal measure.

A little unsteady on his feet but very much alive, Talan entered the room. Will and Jandyr relaxed their stances; Will smiled. So did Ilkar for a moment. But his euphoria was quashed as easily as it had arisen. In Talan's arms, his legs limp from the supported knees, head lolling and arms hanging, was Richmond. The fact of his lifeless body was etched in Talan's grim face. The warrior laid his friend on the nearest table.

'This is one Vigil too far,' he said. 'It must . . .' His eyes, so far locked on Ilkar, moved to capture Hirad. A look of pure panic swamped his grief. 'Oh, no,' he said, his voice leaden. 'Please G.o.d, no.' He started to move but Denser's voice stopped him and the relief he felt at the mage's words robbed his legs of their remaining strength and he sat heavily.

'He is still alive,' said the Xeteskian. 'And we can keep him that way for the time being.'

'And then what?' Talan felt disquiet at Denser's tone.

'Erienne, I hope. She represents Hirad's only chance.'

'What do you mean, "I hope"?' Talan probed the back of his head, felt the swelling, the crusted blood, the matted hair.

'Her sons are dead; her life, she believes, is over, and she holds The Raven to blame.'

'And if she doesn't help?' Talan's face suggested he knew the answer. Ilkar merely confirmed his fears. And worse.

'Hirad will die,' he said. 'And so, I am afraid, will I.' The Julatsan offered Talan a bleak raising of the eyebrows, then his mind once more was lost to Hirad's desperate cause.

Talan put a hand to his mouth and ma.s.saged his bottom lip, the thudding at the back of his skull forgotten as he contemplated a far grimmer reality. It was laid in front of him yet he still refused to completely believe. And at the same time he knew there was no doubt. Ilkar always called things as he saw them and he'd just called the end. Possibly. The key was Erienne. She had to be made to understand. He stood up.

'Where are you going?' asked Denser.

'Where's Erienne?' demanded Talan.

'You can't help by confronting her,' said Denser.

'And what would you know?' shouted Talan. 'Is it your friends dying in front of your eyes? I don't think so. The Raven has been taken down for the first time and it could get even worse. She has to understand the consequences-'

'She knows.' Ilkar's voice was dark with fatigue. 'We have to trust that her mage instincts will override her grief before it is too late.

We've done all we can.' He breathed in, a ragged sound full of pain. 'Please, no more noise. This is hard enough already.'

'We could all do with some food, I'm sure,' said Denser. 'The kitchen's-'