Lost Empires - Faces Of Deception Part 9

Atreus looked away, but said, "Part of the reason. I couldn't bear to think what Tarch had in store for you."

"I see."

Seema shoved the needle through a flap of skin, drawing a sharp hiss of pain fromAtreus. "I, uh, can feel that," he said. "I think the numbing powder has worn off.""I know," Seema said, pulling the thread through. Atreus's side felt like it was burning. "I give you strength and tend your wounds, and you repay me with killing?"She shoved the needle in again, and this time Atreus managed not to hiss.

Chapter 9.

Atreus woke to the murmur of voices and to the roar of a nearby waterfall. When he opened his eyes he found himself lying on the bow deck, buried beneath anavalanche of yak-hair blankets, staring at a stony mountainside looming up behind thebarge's stern cabin. The slope was gra.s.sy, steep, and strewn with ma.s.sive crags offolded rock. Over the largest of these outcroppings hung the terminus of a glacier, adirty curtain of ice with a silver ribbon of melt-water arcing out from beneath it. Above the glacier, a low pall of snow clouds cloaked the mountain heights in a veil of gray vapor.

The voices continued to murmur, rippling out of the willow swamp alongside thebarge. Atreus stayed beneath his blankets, thinking it wiser not to draw attention tohimself until he gathered his groggy wits. He did not recall falling asleep, onlywrapping himself in a blanket and sitting down to sip another of Seema's potions. If the concoction had knocked him out, it had also rejuvenated him. He felt strongand rested, with no sign of fever. His wounds itched more than they ached, and whenhe ran his fingers over the lance puncture in his breast he was surprised to find italready closed. Seema's healing magic was more powerful than he had thought.

As Atreus's head cleared, he saw that he had been abandoned. Save for vacant slave chains snaking across the decks and two sets of oars still resting in theirlocks, the barge was empty, beached stern-first so everyone could sneak ash.o.r.ewithout disturbing him on the bow. A familiar cold hollowness arose inside Atreus. Thiswas hardly the first time someone had taken pains to avoid him, but it was certainly themost callous. Having saved the Mar from a life of bondage he had thought they might return his kindness by helping him find his way to Langdarma, but he should haveknown better than to think any act of kindness would blind people to his humped backand disfigured face.

The willows beside the barge shook briefly, and the nose of a dugout emerged togently b.u.mp the hull. A pair of slavers jumped aboard and rushed aft, not bothering to glance forward or even to tie their boat to an eye hook. Atreus frowned, but madeno move to attack. The two men carried swords instead of whips and padded clubs,and he heard more voices murmuring out in the swamp. Fighting seemed less wisethan simply trying to slip away once the slavers entered the barge's ramshacklecabin.

But the pair did not go to the cabin. Instead, they divided and circled around it fromboth sides.

"Tarch!" yelled one. "Over here!"

"We've got her!"

A slender figure emerged from behind the cabin and began to flee up the mountainside, her black braids and dark tabard leaving no doubt that it was Seema.Atreus threw off his blankets and pulled on his frozen boots, then grabbed Sune's map from his belongings and ran aft. As the slavers disappeared around behindthe cabin, Ris.h.i.+ emerged from the front door, blurry-eyed and wrapped in blankets.

"What is all this noise?" Ris.h.i.+ asked. "What has become of everyone?" "They left us," Atreus told him as he crossed the rear deck in two strides andpushed his way into the cabin. "Are there any weapons in here?"

The interior was murky and rank, with no bed except a pallet of filthy straw. A cask offoul-smelling grog sat in one corner, and a tangled mound of shackles and chainslay heaped against the back wall There were no true weapons in sight, but several sets of smithy's tools sat by the door, "The barge is ours?" Ris.h.i.+ gasped, still trying to comprehend what Atreus hadtold him. Then we can recover the gold!"

*I'm afraid not" Atreus went to the back wall and rummaged through the chain heap. Tarch is after Seema. There are a pair of slavers chasing her now."

"All the better. While they are pursuing her, we can slip away."

Atreus whirled on the Mar, pulling a six-foot length of chain from the heap."How can you say such a thing? She saved our lives." Ris.h.i.+ eyed the chain nervously, backing toward the door. "I am only thinking ofthe good sir," he lied.

"I thought you were done with me," Atreus replied. He stepped over to the pileof smithy tools. "I recall something about what happens when a pretty slave girlsmiles at me."

Ris.h.i.+'s face darkened. "Many harsh words are spoken when people are tiredand cold, but there is no reason for us to be angry with each other. After werecover the gold, everything will be as before. We can resume our journey andfind Langdarma, certainly in a very short time."

"Certainly?" Atreus scoffed. He picked up a heavy forge hammer and steppedtoward the door. "You know where to find the gold if you want it I'm going after Seema."

Outside, the swamp was filled with calling voices, but the two slavers were notanswering. The pair needed all their breath to keep pace with Seema. She wasracing up the mountainside toward the waterfall beneath the glacier, holding her long skirt with both hands, bounding from rocks to gra.s.s tufts as lightly as agazelle.

Atreus leaped off the barge and rushed across a gra.s.sy flat to the base of the mountain. After so much time in the swamp, the ground felt solid and good beneath his feet, but he found himself gasping for breath as soon as he started to climb. His legs grew weighty and slow, and they burned with fatigue. The chain and hammer became as heavy as boulders, and his wounds began to throb miserably. No matter how quickly he pumped his knees, he fell farther behind, and it took an effort of will to launch himself from each gra.s.s tuft up to the next one.

Seema continued to dance effortlessly up the slope, the two slavers clambering at her heels. Excited cries began to rise from below, and Atreus knew she hadclimbed high enough to be seen from the swamp. Tarch and his men would beswarming toward the barge now, but Atreus did not look back to see them. Withhis lungs burning and a ferocious headache pounding at his temples, it was allhe could do to keep running. Seema did not stray from her course until the mist of the waterfall began to spray her, and even then she turned only toward a driersection of cliff.

As shallow as the angle was, the two slavers made good use of it, closing towithin half a dozen steps of her. Atreus's knees began to tremble with exhaustion, and his aching chest filled with phlegm, but he forced himself to go on. What was a monster good for, if not to save beautiful damsels cornered by b.e.s.t.i.a.lslavers?

But Seema had other ideas. She hit the cliff at a run, leaping up to thrust herhands into a crevice so narrow it seemed a mere line. Pulling herself up with her arms, she swung her feet onto a pair of nubby toeholds and began to clamberup the rocks like a spider.

So astonished was Atreus that he almost stopped running, but the slavers were not surprised at all. Reaching the cliff only a few seconds behind Seema, they dropped their swords and began to jump, grabbing for her feet When this did not work, the heavier one cupped his hands and boosted the lighter one up. The man caught Seema by the ankle and began to tug.

"Come along ... girl," he puffed. "Don't bruise yourself. You don't want to do that, or Tarch'll start getting ideas about... keeping you."Seema began to kick, trying to free her ankle. * "Just pull her down!" urged the bottom man."N-no!" Atreus gasped, now only five paces below.

Both slavers glanced down and their eyes grew wide. Leaving his partner to hang from Seema's ankle, the bottom man s.n.a.t.c.hed his sword and stepped down to attack. With the blow arcing down from above, Atreus had no choice but to twist out of the way and fling his chain up in a wild, backhand block. The steel links struck with a metallic clatter and wrapped themselves around the blade. Atreus jerked the sword from his attacker's grasp.

In the next instant, a booted heel crashed into Atreus's jaw. He saw stars, then his knees went limp, and he found himself rolling down the mountainside with no memory of having fallen. He rotated onto his back, swinging his feet around to kick his heels into a tuft of soft gra.s.s. He lurched to a stop and heard his foe clattering down the slope above. Atreus rolled over to find the slaver almost upon him, now holding the smithy's hammer he did not remember dropping.

Atreus staggered to his feet, head spinning and spent muscles trembling.

Somewhere along the way the sword came untangled from the chain and scattered itself down the slope in three broken pieces. Atreus whirled the chain above his head. The slaver slowed, circling around to approach from the side.

Head still spinning, Atreus lurched across the hill. The astonished slaver stumbled back, eyes darting toward the chain still whistling above his foe's head. Finally, he seemed to collect himself and stopped. He c.o.c.ked his arm and planted his forward foot, then hurled the heavy hammer.

There was no time to duck or dodge. Atreus sprang into a charge, snapping his arm up to protect his head. The hammer glanced off his wrist and tumbled away.Then Atreus was on the slaver, swinging the heavy chain into the man's head.

The fellow's eyes went dull and gray, but somehow he kept his feet and came upwith a belt dagger. He attacked low, shooting the knife in toward Atreus's groin.

Atreus skipped backward and slapped the weapon down, bringing his blocking hand up in a vicious back-fisted strike. The slaver's jaw clacked shut He spit out thetip of his tongue and stumbled back, blind with pain and slas.h.i.+ng his dagger aboutmadly. Atreus whirled the chain down across his attacker's wrist, entangling the fellow's arm and knocking his knife loose. The slaver howled and tried to jerk free but succeeded only in drawing Atreus closer.

Atreus grabbed him behind the neck and pulled, at the same time slamming aknee to his foe's chest. There were two m.u.f.fled cracks, and the man groaned anddropped to the ground, wheezing and clutching at his side.

Atreus kicked the slaver down the slope and saw Ris.h.i.+ scrambling up themountainside, moving quickly despite his limp and the large bundle slung over his shoulder. Farther below, Tarch and a dozen men were just starting across thenarrow flat that separated the mountains from the swamp. Staggering along in frontof them, covering six feet a step despite a numb-footed limp, was Yago.

The ogre's face and cloak were caked with ice and mud, and a veritable copse of broken willow stalks jutted up from inside his belt and collar. He looked as if he had pa.s.sed the night wallowing in the swamp, but Atreus knew better. Yago understood the value of concealment as well as any good hunter, and his camouflage suggested he had spent the night trailing Tarch and his slavers. They had probably not even realized he was there until he broke from the willows and started across the flat.

Too breathless to call out to his friend, Atreus merely waved, then scrambled up the mountainside, his lungs burning so badly he feared he had bruised them tumbling down the hill. On the cliff above, the slaver finally released Seema's ankle and dropped to the ground. She started to climb higher, looked down at Atreus, and stopped where she was.

The slaver retrieved his sword and met Atreus five paces below the cliff, usinghis uphill advantage to attack with a vicious overhand strike. Too exhausted to dodge or feint, Atreus simply dropped to the ground and swung his chain aroundin an overhand strike.

The surprised slaver stumbled forward off-balance, and the chain caught himacross the wrist, twining itself around his forearm. Atreus spun downhill, whippinghis foe overhead like a stone in a sling. The chain reached the end of its length and untwined, hurtling the fellow down the slope like a catapult The slaver hit a dozenpaces below, cras.h.i.+ng headlong into a boulder and tumbling down the mountainside in a limp heap: Atreus retrieved his dropped sword and rushed up the slope toSeema.

"are you..." he started to say, but was too out of breath to finish.

1 am fine," Seema replied, sounding rather aloof. "Have you injured yourself again?""I don't think so. Unless you count. . . being out of breath."Atreus turned to see Ris.h.i.+ taking the dagger from the second slaver's weapon belt Instead of slitting the man's throat, he surprised Atreus by simply adding the knife to his bundle of goods. Fifty paces below, Yago was climbing up the slope,steadily opening the distance between himself and the rest of the slavers.

"I'm sorry for the trouble waiting with us caused you," Atreus said, motioning tothe barge.

"Yes, so am I," Seema said, glancing toward the two slavers lying motionlessbelow. "Be quiet now and rest. When your friend gets here we will have to move quickly, or there will be more bloodshed."

Atreus braced his hands on his knees and struggled to catch his breath between fits of coughing. His wounds were throbbing, but the pain was nothingcompared to the agony in his pounding head and burning chest. He silently thanked Vaprak, G.o.d of the ogres, for looking after his bodyguard. Without Yago, he could not imagine where he would find the strength to defeat Tarch andhis men.

Ris.h.i.+ arrived gasping and trembling, hardly able to hold the blanket bundled overhis shoulder.

"So you decided to forget about the gold after all," Atreus observed.

"It was... decided for me," Ris.h.i.+ wheezed. "But perhaps ... the G.o.ds will see fitto... leave it there until we return." "Which will not be until your next life, if we do not leave before Tarch's giant catches us," said Seema. "Tarch's giant?" Atreus turned toward Yago, who was only twenty paces below. "That's no giant, that's Yago ... my bodyguard."

Seema raised her brow at this, but seemed to take no comfort in the fact that they had an ogre on their side. She simply turned away, eyed the cliff above theirheads, and said, "I suppose you two and your ogre friend cannot climb."

"Not that!" Atreus exclaimed, astonished she would even suggest such a thing. "It must be five hundred feet high.""I suppose we must go around," Seema said, taking the bundle from Ris.h.i.+."What is in here?"

"Blankets and food," the Mar replied. "Other things we might need."

Seema fished through the bundle, then withdrew the dagger he had taken from the second slaver and pitched it down the mountainside.

"We will not need that," she said, motioning to the sword and chain in Atreus's hands. "Or those."

Atreus glanced down the slope at Tarch and his warriors. He shoved the sword intohis belt and draped the chain over his shoulders. "It will do me no harm to carry it,"he told her.

"If you must."

Yago arrived stinking of swamp mud and sweat. Too exhausted to offer greetings,the ogre simply braced his hands on his knees and filled the cold air with clouds of white breath.

"It's good to see you again," Atreus said, and clasped his friend's big shoulder. "It'sabout time." The ogre's head snapped up, then he saw Atreus's grin, gave him the evil eye, andsaid, "You could of left a boat for me!"

"Oh, you have no business blaming us for that." Ris.h.i.+ grinned, then added, "Wehad to get our own. Certainly, a big fellow like you should have had no trouble doingthe same thing."

Yago snarled and looked as though he would bite the Mar. Seema grabbed Ris.h.i.+'ssupply bundle and shoved it into the ogre's waist. "Now that you are here, make yourself useful," she said. "It is going to be difficult enough to save all of you without wasting any more time."

With that, she whirled away and started along the base of the cliff, moving so swiftlyand gracefully that Atreus felt as if he was stumbling along after her. Ris.h.i.+ was almostskipping, and even Yago had to scurry to keep pace.

When Tarch and his slavers saw where the four were going, they began to angle toward the edge of the cliff and close the distance. Seema gathered her skirt and broke into a trot, and Atreus, Ris.h.i.+, and Yago were soon puffing as hard as before.

They rounded the cliff with their pursuers less than fifty paces behind, then startedto pick their way up a boulder-strewn couloir*a narrow rock chute so steep that Atreus and Ris.h.i.+ began to grab for handholds. Seema simply leaned a littleforward and sprang up the gully as though hopping stones across a stream. Atreustried to imitate her gait and only found himself tiring more rapidly. Behind him, Yago'sheavy breath sounded like a forge bellows, and Ris.h.i.+'s wheezing left no doubt that hefound the climb just as difficult as his companions.

Atreus looked up and wished he had not. The couloir continued to climb at thesame steep angle for at least a thousand paces, then vanished into the clouds.

Ris.h.i.+ groaned. "My lungs will burst," he complained. "I cannot keep running!"

Seema did not look back, only said, "Just a little farther."

A boulder wobbled beneath her feet, and she sprang up the gully all the more quickly.

Atreus stopped beside the rock and looked back. When he saw Tarch and his menclambering into the bottom of the narrow gully, he stepped around to the upper sideof the boulder.

"Ris.h.i.+! Out of... the way."

When he began to push, Seema finally stopped climbing.

"Wait!" She looked down toward Tarch, then yelled, "You must take shelter! We aregoing to start pus.h.i.+ng boulders down."

The slavers looked up, confused, then suddenly seemed to realize what Seema was saying. They rushed back down the couloir and disappeared around the corner. Tarch merely scowled and started up the gully at his best sprint.

Atreus shoved the boulder.

The rock toppled free and rumbled down the couloir, gathering speed and cracking into other boulders. Each time it struck, another huge stone came loose and tumbled down the chute, until the whole lower gully seemed to be cras.h.i.+ng down on the slavers. Tarch flung himself at the gulch wall and scrambled up the rocky face like a huge lizard, then clung there watching stones pa.s.s beneath him.

Ris.h.i.+ whirled on Seema, panting, "Why did you warn them? We could have had them all!" "Not Tarch, and he is the only one that matters," said Seema. "Now you havehad your rest We must go again."With the rock-slide still rumbling, she turned and bounded up the gully.

Atreus and the others followed as best they could, but none of them could matchSeema's pace. She would bound ahead, then stop to urge them on, never seeming more than a little winded. Atreus grew so exhausted that he became dizzy andhad to steady himself with every step, and he noticed Ris.h.i.+ and Yago doing thesame. Their trembling knees started to give out at unpredictable moments, andRis.h.i.+'s wounded leg knotted itself into such a tight ball that he cried out in agony withevery step. Not once did Seema lose her balance, and soon she started to hang back and pull the Mar along by his arm.

Behind them, Tarch scrambled up the couloir alone, his men having decided theywere more likely to survive his wrath than the sporadic volleys of boulders Atreuskept launching. Although the rock-slides caused the slave master to keep fallingfarther behind, they were never a danger to him. Every time Atreus laid his shoulder toa loose rock, Seema would shout a warning.

They had almost reached the clouds when Ris.h.i.+ dropped to a knee, then collapsedagain as he tried to get up. Tarch started to sprint up the couloir, sensing he hadfinally run his quarry to ground.

"Come along." Seema tugged at the Mar's arm, "We are almost in the clouds." Ris.h.i.+ tried to stand, but fell as soon as he put weight on his wounded leg. "It isno good," he admitted. "I can go no farther."Tarch continued to sprint up the gully. Atreus pressed against a boulder, b.u.t.the stone would not budge."You must get up!" Seema said, then clasped her hand around Ris.h.i.+'s wrist andstarted to drag him up the couloir. "I do not want it on my soul if Tarch kills you."

"You should have ... thought of that before you warned him about the rocks,"Ris.h.i.+ said as he tried to jerk his hand free and failed. He was too tired. "You are adisloyal and ungrateful woman."

"Ungrateful!" Seema exclaimed, but she continued up the slope, dragging Ris.h.i.+along. Atreus grabbed the Mar by the other arm and did his best to help. Yago brought up the rear, breathing harder than any of them, using one hand to steadyhimself and the other to hold the supply bundle.

"Why should I be grateful for what you have done?" Seema demanded. "I didnot ask you to free me. I did not ask you to kill those men."

"You were... running," Atreus panted. He glanced back, then kicked a loose rock down the gully. The stone, too small to start a slide, bounced past Tarchharmlessly. "You must not want to be a slave."

"No one wants to be slave," Seema said, her gaze remaining fixed on the cloudsabove them. "That does not mean you can kill the slavers."

"They was going to sell you," Yago wheezed. His chest was heaving from the exertion, and his orange skin had paled to a sickly ivory. "They deserved to getkilled."

The man who pa.s.ses judgment on another also judges himself," Seema said.She tore her eyes away from the clouds and gave the ogre a hard stare. "I sawthe slavers do many terrible things, but they did not kill anyone."

Atreus remained silent, stung by her disapproving tone. Until now, he had simplya.s.sumed that Seema wanted to be rescued, thinking her aversion to killing nothingmore than a healers natural distaste for death. It had not occurred to him that she might regard the slaying of her captors as an evil greater than being enslaved in thefirst place.

When Atreus said nothing to defend him, Yago scowled and said, "A person fights for himself. A person does not let others make him a slave."

"A person does not kill," Seema hissed. "It is a terrible stain on the soul, and I willnot have it done in my name.*

The words struck Atreus like a blow to the chest He forgot to watch his footing andslipped on a tuft of gra.s.s, barely noticing as Yago caught him and stopped him from sliding down the slope. Though Sune did not prohibit her wors.h.i.+pers from fighting*especially in defense of beauty, love, or their own lives*she did regard both warmongering and unprovoked murder as terrible scars upon a wors.h.i.+per's soul. ToSeema, apparently, any kind of killing was an ugliness of spirit Atreus scrambled to his feet and grasped Ris.h.i.+'s arm again. A few moments laterthey reached the clouds and entered a misty world of white air and damp rock.Seema dragged them another fifty paces up the couloir, then suddenly stopped on alarge boulder. Though he was only an arm's length away, the fog made her look ghostly and ethereal *You will not kill again," she told them all. It was neither a question nor a command,only a statement "No more deaths."

"Now is certainly not the best time ... to debate this," gasped Ris.h.i.+. "We mustkeep going, or there will undoubtedly be at least three more when we are caught..."

Seema made no move to continue up the couloir. "No," she insisted. "I must know before we carry on."

Yago growled softly, and Atreus glanced back to see his friend glaring down thegulch. It was impossible to see anything in the mist, but this was the ogre's way ofmaking plain what he thought about taking orders from strangers, though, of course, he would do whatever Atreus wanted.

Atreus drew the sword from his belt and swung it flat against the boulder. Theblade snapped with a sharp chime, and Yago groaned miserably.

"By the G.o.ds!" Ris.h.i.+ cried. "Have you lost your mind?"

Atreus ignored him, looked to Seema, and said, "No more deaths."

Seema looked to Yago. "And you?" she asked.