Elves_ Once Walked with Gods Part 26

The guard smiled up at Jakyn's body.

'Pity you weren't here. He squirmed and screamed. Called for his G.o.d. Not loud enough, eh? I put that one across his forehead. A second smile, right?'

'Mind if I add my own?' asked Methian.

Pelyn tensed. The guard grinned.

'Always room for more.'

Methian drew the Apposan blade on his left hip with his right hand. In the same movement, he carved it up through the guard's body, the tip tearing through his s.h.i.+rt, slicing up through his chest and thudding up to split his lower jaw and tear his throat apart.

The guard stared at Methian for one stunned moment before clutching at his neck and falling back to writhe until death. Methian had his blade at the other guard's neck before he could bring his makes.h.i.+ft spear to the ready.

'Gyal wreaks revenge on such as you. Shorth hears her and your soul is already promised purgatory. This elf. This fine young Cefan ula that you murdered in agony, was a friend of mine. Cut him down. Gently and with respect and reverence. And if you drop him, I'll drop you.'

Chapter 25.

There is beauty in a kill worked by the hands of the TaiGethen warrior.

'Enough fire,' said Sildaan, coming to Garan's shoulder.

The man looked round at her, a smile on his face. The attack on Ysundeneth had advanced incredibly fast. Not a blow had been struck by steel. Elves ran in fear of the magic of men. Over five hundred mercenary soldiers and mages had disembarked. They were well organised, powerful and ruthless.

They were advancing on three fronts, spreading in a wide arc across the north of the city and tracking south. Some of the mages were flying - in defiance of all Sildaan knew or could readily accept - and they provided a simply ma.s.sive advantage. Able to overfly every thread base, every pocket of potential resistance and direct mage fire with stunning accuracy.

'They need to know we can't be stopped. We want them to run before us, don't we?'

'I want them subdued not panicked. And I want enough of the city left standing to reallocate. Call off the mage attack. Round up prisoners. We need this quarter sealed then move on to the Gardaryn. When we take that, we all but have the city in our grasp.'

'Whatever you say, boss.'

Garan raised his eyebrows, a measure of dissent Sildaan just about tolerated. The man shouted orders in the ugly speech of the north. Mages started falling back behind the line of mercenary blades. A unit of a hundred, led by a bilious lieutenant with a ma.s.sive scar right down the centre of his face, ran on ahead of the main force. Mages flew above them.

Sildaan shook her head. 'And what did you order them to do?'

'Exactly what you asked. We'll force those seeking shelter ahead left, back onto the dockside and into one of the least damaged warehouses. I'm sending archers and swordsmen ahead to do house to house up in the . . . What do you call it? Never mind, anyway up the Path of Yniss a way. And we have our right flank moving in on your friend's group. We just need his confirmation.'

'Helias is not my friend.'

'Tell him that. That's him, isn't it?'

A small group of elves had walked into the Path of Yniss, the wide and winding tree-lined avenue that crossed the city north to south, broken by buildings and monuments in places but nevertheless the spine of Ysundeneth. Helias led them, five in all.

'Let them approach,' called Sildaan. Garan repeated the order in his own language. 'Helias. You've brought guests.'

Helias spread his arms. 'A little personal security, my priest. The streets are dangerous.'

'But getting less so by the moment. Who are these?'

'Advisers, guards.'

'Fine, and not necessary now.' She waved a hand at Garan. 'Move them somewhere, would you?'

'Helias, I must protest,' said one, a haughty iad with a long knife pushed through her belt. 'This Ynissul cannot-'

'I think you'll find I can do anything I want, Tuali.'

The iad s.n.a.t.c.hed her knife out. Garan stepped up and cracked a fist into her chin, knocking her cold.

'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 bl.u.s.tered. '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 G.o.ds 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 G.o.d. 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.'

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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 fas.h.i.+oned 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 antic.i.p.ation 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 pus.h.i.+ng motion.

Ulakan collided head on with something and bounced off, falling back. Just like he'd run headlong into a wall. Two paces later, Nillis suffered the same fate. He bloodied his nose on the invisible barrier, jarred one wrist and snapped his stave. He sat down hard on his backside and looked over at Ulakan. His friend was staring at him, disbelieving. Ulakan got up. A single pace this time and the barrier was there.

Ulakan reached out to touch it. Nillis did likewise. It felt like nothing. Not metal, nor wood. He couldn't describe it. But it was moving as the men moved. Nillis backed off fast. He turned, ran back to the crowd. Men were closing in all around them. A dozen of them, all with their arms outstretched, pus.h.i.+ng the barriers before them.

More and more Tuali tried their luck only to bounce off the implacable blockades. Elves were screaming. In their panic, Tuali iad and ula flung themselves at the invisible barriers again and again. Blood smeared faces and hands. Knuckles were raw. Nillis and Ulakan stood shoulder to shoulder. Ulakan's parents were behind them. All of them backed off pace by pace as the walls closed in.

Nillis fought to believe what was happening. He knew it was real. He could feel the barrier right in front of his nose but still it confused him and part of him felt his mind was playing tricks.

'We're in big trouble here,' said Ulakan, his confidence gone and real fear in his eyes. 'What if they don't stop pressing?'