Elfsorrow Part 32

Erys flew high above the canopy, following the course of the River Shorth. He had never known such fear in his life as when the elves had attacked their camp. He had been amazed that he had been able to cast but had later reflected that the fear hadn't really settled on him until some hours later. Then, hiding in the branches of a banyan tree, he had shivered and shuddered and tried to still his heart and the moans that escaped his mouth.

He knew he was no coward but it was right to fear something against which you had no defence and no hope. The snakes and lizards that came by him as he sat held no fear whatever. Indeed he had hoped in the dim recesses of his terrified mind that one of the snakes would bite him and he could die in a relatively painless way. But he was no threat to them and so they left him alone.

Eventually, the fear released its grip and he dozed fitfully through the night, tied to the branch on which he had sat all the day. The morning had brought fresh rain and fresh fear but he had been driven by the memory of Captain Yron, exhorting him not to fail. So he had climbed as high as he dared, into the tall exposed branches of the banyan that were the home of eagles. And here he had gathered every sc.r.a.p of concentration his tired mind could muster and cast ShadowWings to bear him up into the safety of the sky.

He was secure up here but somehow he couldn't shake off his nagging anxiety over what lurked below. The ship was two days' flight away, more like three given his state of stamina. He was having to fly slowly and keep his mind fixed firmly on the mana shape that kept the wings at his back. ShadowWings was such an easy spell to master. Even after half a night's sleep he should have been able to part.i.tion his mind enough to think ahead, but it was all he could do to keep from plummeting into the river.

Mid morning, he was looking for a place to land and rest for a while, to refocus his mind. He was constantly staggered by the scale of what lay below him. Right now, the sun was shining fiercely down on the river-veined mat of almost unbroken green that was the forest canopy. It rolled up hillsides and into deep mist-filled valleys from which the light bounced in dazzling rainbow colours. Great faces of rock sheared up, punctuating the green, and he knew that behind him spectacular mountains bordered the forest, silent sentinels gazing down on all they protected.

Blinded by the vastness, he flew lower, travelling directly along the river course and about seventy feet above the water, keeping clear of the overhanging branches that sought to snag him and send him tumbling.

A growl emanated from the forest. From his left and behind at first. And quiet, from a single animal, he thought, and far away. But the intensity gained, the pitch climbed and dropped. It was alien and it sent Erys's pulse racing. Moments later it was taken up by other throats, the calls ricocheting across the rainforest. Birds scattered into the sky, a tumult of wings scrabbling at the air, their squawking momentarily drowning the roars.

But they came again, one very near. Erys rose sharply, the sound uncomfortably close. Looking down as he pa.s.sed the bank of the river, Erys could see the source. He shivered again at the memory. The panther and elf, standing close, the animal lost in the chorus, the elf listening, intent. Fascinated, Erys circled, watching the pair set off at speed into the undergrowth. He lost them quickly but followed the direction of their travel, moving a little higher into the sky.

He badly needed rest but their movements had worried him. Like they were homing in on something. He flew forward, scanning for a likely quarry, and what he saw almost took the wings from him. In a tiny open s.p.a.ce and hurrying to their feet were Yron and Ben-Foran, though something was very badly wrong. Ben-Foran leaned heavily on Yron, who seemed to be trying to push him towards cover.

Erys circled, losing height fast. Yron had half dragged Ben away from the open s.p.a.ce. His axe was in his hand and he was searching the forest but it was plain he couldn't see anything. The panther would be on them in moments.

'Oh, h.e.l.l.'

Erys flared his wings back and landed hard in the clearing, scattering the embers of the dying fire.

'You're looking the wrong way,' he said, already forming the simplest shape next to ShadowWings.

'Erys, I-' began Yron.

'Keep back,' said Erys, took his courage and concentration in both hands and waited.

Not for long.

Eighty pounds of sleek black muscle exploded from the forest. It took a bound to see its target and leapt straight for Erys's throat. The mage almost lost it. Almost. Yellow fangs, long and sharp, mouth gaping and eyes boring into him, the panther powered forward.

Erys braced himself and cast at the instant of impact, his hands clamped around the huge jaws. Fire erupted in the panther's mouth, scorched along its nostrils and into its eyes. The panther howled in agony and rolled off Erys as it landed, running blindly towards the river, dying as it went, limbs beginning to buckle, all grace gone as it blundered into trees and bushes.

An inhuman wail emanated from the forest. It scoured the depths of anguish and dredged pain like Erys had never heard. It was a sound that clawed at his ears and lashed at his mind.

Below, at the river, the panther thrashed and roared, trying to extinguish the magical flame. From the forest stumbled its master. The elf clawed at his face, seeing nothing, his mouth bellowing agony, his legs boneless. He stumbled and fell, arms a blur as they sought to dull the phantom fire.

'Dear G.o.ds.'

Erys scrambled to his feet, a crushing pain in his chest. He looked down on the convulsing screaming body, searching for a way to help. Yron stepped from behind him and smashed his axe into the elf's chest. The screaming stopped, as did the thrashing at the water's edge. Erys took a pace back, gaping at Yron and the dead elf at his feet.

'Believe me,' said Yron. 'You didn't want to face him when his mind cleared. Now tell me you've got enough stamina to help Ben. He's dying.'

'I'll see what I can do,' said Erys, walking to the slope to look down at the body of the panther, already food for piranha. He felt shaken and clutched himself around the chest, taking in a pained breath. 'Trouble is, I think that cat broke most of my ribs.'

Ilkar stood in the temple again with Rebraal. The desire to kill had dissipated but the anger remained. They were shoulder to shoulder not far inside the doors, which had been hastily rebuilt and rehung on the original hinges by the Al-Arynaar, six of whom were now lying inside, the Elfsorrow killing them. Rebraal could not take his eyes from the statue. Ilkar could not take his eyes from Rebraal.

'I understand your anger,' he said.

'No, you don't.' Rebraal stopped but Ilkar knew there was more to come. 'I never dreamed this. We fought so hard, Ilkar; you should have seen the magic and arrows fly. But they were so many. Meru saved me even though he was dying. Even then I thought we had time to regroup and kill the rest. Why did they have to do this? Why this?' He gestured at the disfigured statue. 'Yniss save me but I have failed the elves.'

'Rebraal, you took on one hundred and thirty with nine. At the end they had a hundred dead,' said Ilkar.

'So I failed. And here is the result.'

Ilkar opened his mouth to argue but could see instantly it was pointless. It wasn't Rebraal who had failed, it was the Al-Arynaar as an organisation. They and even the TaiGethen were guilty of complacency. It was tragic that so many elves would pay for the mistake without ever knowing why.

'So let's put it right,' said Ilkar. 'Now.'

'Who did this?' Rebraal shook his head. 'Who did it?'

'I don't know,' said Ilkar.

And he wanted to. Badly. Because if he didn't find out, all Balaia was liable to pay.

'They are your people,' spat Rebraal.

Ilkar regarded him blankly. 'No, Rebraal, they are not. The Raven are my people and we will help you catch whoever did this.'

'You. Your clumsy Raven. Leave it to the TaiGethen.'

'What?'

'They will cleanse the forest and then we will all exact revenge.'

'Dear G.o.ds, no, they won't cleanse the forest. Rebraal, this was no bounty raid. You were attacked by a highly organised small army and they will have serious back-up. Can't you see that? The TaiGethen are brilliant hunters but they're up against something big here and they need to think differently. As do you.'

' "G.o.ds." And which G.o.d is it today? Another of the nameless?'

'Who cares, Rebraal? But we need to remake the statue and reclaim the writings. G.o.ds do not enter into it.'

'So you believe.'

Ilkar grabbed Rebraal's shoulders and turned him. 'Listen to me, big brother, because this is how it is. There's a plague engulfing the elven race. Eventually, maybe tomorrow, you and me will both die. Either you can ignore The Raven and trust to your old ways, or you can live in the present and believe the best mercenaries in Balaia can help you. And we will make a difference. We will.'

'Why should I believe you?'

'Because I'm your brother and I only want to help you. Just come and talk to us.'

Ilkar could see the desperation in Rebraal's eyes conflicting with his native pride and mistrust.

'It can't possibly hurt just to listen,' urged Ilkar.

'Quickly then.'

Ilkar smiled. 'Come on.'

Outside, The Raven were gathered in the shadow of the temple. The sky was an unbroken blue above and a breeze was keeping humidity at bay for a few glorious moments. The idyll, however, was broken by raised voices. Hirad and Ren.

'I thought he might be in danger,' protested Ren.

'And you thought the best way to help him was to put yourself, and so us, in the same position, is that right?' said Hirad.

'He needed cover,' said Ren.

'We were providing cover,' snapped Hirad. 'We were shielded, we had a line of swords, we had offensive magic ready to go and, we thought, a bow.'

'You weren't fast enough. He needed quicker help.'

'G.o.ds burning, I don't have to listen to this.' Hirad's face darkened.

'Let-'

'There's only one thing you have to understand, Ren. If you fight with The Raven, you do it our way. Our way works. You do not break the line ever because that causes people to die. Am I getting through?'

Ilkar watched Ren react. Saw her stubborn folded-armed stance and the sullen expression on her face.

'I did what I thought was right,' said Ren.

'And it could have killed us all,' returned Hirad. 'What if the ap.r.o.n had been trapped? Or there were fifty enemies in the trees? What then, eh?'

'I just-'

'Ren.' Hirad lowered his voice a little though the pa.s.sion remained. 'No one is doubting your skill or your desire. But the reason The Raven are still alive and still the best is because we trust each other and we can rely on each other. Utterly. If I don't trust you and I can't rely on you to be where you should be, it means I won't die for you. And then I can't fight with you. That's The Raven's way.'

Ren was silent. There really wasn't much to say after that. The eyes of them all were upon her. Her gaze flicked towards Ilkar.

'Doesn't matter who shares your bed, either,' said Hirad. 'He agrees with me, I can a.s.sure you of that. Erienne and Denser understand. In battle, there are no favourites, there's just dead and alive. And we do things our way because it's the right way. Either deal with it or go away. That's the choice.'

'Are you going to stand there and let him talk to me like this?' Ren demanded of Ilkar.

'I never stop people when they're right,' said Ilkar. He shrugged. 'It's something you had to hear.'

Ren's expression told him the debate was far from over but she backed away from Hirad nonetheless.

'What was all that about?' asked Rebraal, who had been looking on with a carefully neutral expression. 'I didn't catch too much of it.'

Ilkar smiled. 'Call it administrative guidance. Come on, we've got things to discuss.'

With Ilkar translating where necessary, The Raven got to work.

'What's the story up to now?' asked Hirad.

'Apologies if I'm repeating any of this for any of you,' said Ilkar. 'The temple was attacked by a force of around one hundred and thirty strangers. Probably a hundred were killed but enough survived to take the temple. The TaiGethen cleared the temple three days ago but at least five groups got away carrying writings and, more crucially, the thumb from the statue of Yniss. The TaiGethen and the ClawBound are hunting the escapees.'

'Is that it?' asked Hirad.

'So far.'

'It's not enough,' said The Unknown instantly. 'How many people are in each group? How many mages are there with them and where are they headed?'

'Very little is certain, but it looks odds-on that they're heading for the Shorth Estuary to take ship.'

'Then that's where we have to get to, and very quickly by the sound of it,' said The Unknown. 'I mean, if regaining all these things is so important, then we can't risk one of those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds getting away. Not one. And chasing them through the forest, that's exactly what you're risking.'

'The TaiGethen have the skill. They will catch them,' said Rebraal.

'You can't take that chance,' said The Unknown. 'Believe me. Look, your TaiGethen can chase if that's what they want. But we have to get to the estuary. If a hundred and thirty came here to attack, you could be looking at a similar number held in reserve. We have to put ourselves between them and the runners. Close off their escape. That way, we can catch them. All of them. After all, they've nowhere else to go. The TaiGethen risk driving them into the hands of their helpers, don't you see?'

Rebraal did see. It was clear in the relaxation of his expression. 'What should we do?'

'Get there and get there fast,' said The Unknown. 'But be mindful the enemy reserve could be in the forest, not just confined to their ships. You need the TaiGethen and any other forces in the forest to try and slow up the runners. Catch and kill them if they can but not spook them into a dash because they might just make it. Now I'm praying you've got boats nearby because we need to be on them as soon as we can, with as many of your people as you can spare from here.'

Rebraal bit his lip. He could see the sense but his mistrust ran deep.

'You've got to make your people understand,' said Ilkar, dropping back into elvish. 'We want to help. Not just to save the elves but because Balaia needs mages freed so we can rebuild Julatsa for the future. You must trust us. You must.'

Roars of big cats, growing in volume, echoed through the forest, punctuated by growls, whines and almost dog-like barks. The Raven surged to their feet, spinning to find the source of the noise as two throats took up the calls from very close by. Across the ap.r.o.n and around the temple all work ceased. The Al-Arynaar, calm, stood listening and waiting as the sounds reverberated all around them, as did Thraun, that smile as if he understood on his lips. The calls cycled over and over before dying away, leaving a few moments of silence before the rainforest creatures rediscovered their collective voice.

Almost immediately a ClawBound pair emerged from the forest at their left. The panther trotted straight into the temple while its elven partner scanned the faces before him, pa.s.sing briefly over The Raven, nodding at Thraun, before settling on Rebraal. He walked over to the Al-Arynaar leader and the two elves walked alone, talking quietly. As they did, the panther, muzzle soaked in water, walked from the temple and came to stand by The Raven - not threatening, just looking, gauging.

Ilkar couldn't help but be taken by the beauty of the animal and the power it represented. Like every elf, he had been taught total respect for both the ClawBound and TaiGethen elves but panthers held an almost mystical position in elven lore. Even so, he found himself moving slowly backwards into the protective crescent The Raven warriors had automatically taken up.

'She won't attack,' he said, as much for himself as for any who could hear him.

'She's beautiful,' said Erienne.

Thraun knelt by the panther, his hands rubbing her flanks, her head nuzzling into the shapechanger's chest, rocking him on his heels.

'Big teeth,' remarked Hirad. 'Thraun's got a knack, I'll give him that. Still, never mind that, I wonder what they're talking about?'

Attention moved to Rebraal and the ClawBound elf. The two had stopped. Rebraal was nodding. He bowed his head to the elf and walked quickly back over to The Raven, his hand trailing over the panther's back. She looked at him and licked his hand before rejoining her partner. Rebraal was smiling. Ilkar translated.

'It would appear the TaiGethen share our conclusion, so it's time to move. But remember, we're here under sufferance. We aren't welcome and our actions have to be careful and considered. Any perceived threat will put us with the strangers, whoever they are.'

'And you've got to wonder who, haven't you?' said Denser.

'We'll find out soon enough,' said Hirad.