Outcast Chronicles - Sanctuary Part 34

But she felt no triumph, only relief.

It would be interesting to see how the two non-martially-gifted men chose to run the brotherhood. Could they hold onto the leadership against the threat of the more aggressive gift-warriors in their own brotherhood? Could a peaceful brotherhood survive the other brotherhoods?

Only time would tell, but it gave her hope for the future of her people.

She had drained and killed Oriemn, mimicking a fiant, one of the most feared empyrean predators. Now nausea filled her, as her gift processed the nature of the man and his gift.

Revolted, Imoshen staggered to the privy and emptied her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks.

TOBAZIM RETURNED TO his body with a lurch that made his heart race and the gorge rise in his throat. He swayed and had to remember to breathe. He would not disgrace himself and empty his stomach before the whole brotherhood.

He fought the nausea.

Ardonyx staggered as his leg was still weak. Tobazim steadied him, and the pair of them almost fell to their knees on the planks.

Tobazim was disoriented, but the thing that hurt most was the three slashes across his face. They burned in the still, damp air. The fog was so heavy he could barely see his hand in front of his face.

Perhaps this was why their supporters weren't cheering.

He could not believe they'd survived. Ardonyx's eyes held the same mixture of amazement and relief.

*Trust you.' Ardonyx gestured to his face. *Your challenge scars will be the envy of the other all-fathers.'

Tobazim laughed and it stung, bringing tears to his eyes.

They were free of Kyredeon.

He hugged Ardonyx, fighting the urge to weep with relief.

*Sound the end of the challenge,' Ardonyx urged.

It was only as he released Ardonyx and set off for the chime that Tobazim realised how exhausted he was. Everything looked flat and dull. Sounds echoed in his head, and his gift...

His gift was drained, leaving him with an empty ache; an absence that begged to be filled.

He felt disgustingly vulnerable.

Until his gift revived, he was helpless. All a mid-rank initiate had to do to steal the leadership was strike him down and claim victory.

No one must suspect.

Bluff was all he had left.

His knees wavered as he headed over to sound the chime. The deck seemed to rise and fall with each step.

His foot caught on something and he tripped, falling on a body. The man groaned.

*Eryx?'

The other's eyes flickered open. *You won? You're safe?'

*What happened?'

*One of Oriemn's men went to throw a knife at you during the challenge. Valendia tried to stop him and Graelen went to her aid. Kyredeon's people attacked us, but we held them off.'

Now that he was on his hands and knees, Tobazim could see other bodies in the mist. Horror gripped him. Was everyone dead? He felt Ardonyx's shock as he made the same discovery.

Tobazim staggered to his feet, picked his way through the bodies and, lifting impossibly heavy arms, struck the chime. A single clear note sliced the air, signifying the end of the leadership challenge.

It should have been a moment of triumph. The cheering should have rung out from the ship, letting all the other brotherhoods know that there was a new all-father.

Instead he heard moaning and pleas for help.

*Tobazim?'

*Here, Ardonyx. Can you find Ceyne? We're going to need him.'

*I'm here. And I'm glad it's your voices I'm hearing. I sent Haromyr to get my bag.'

Other voices spoke up now, as the scholarly initiates and adepts gravitated towards Tobazim. A large figure loomed out of the mist and, for a moment, Tobazim almost thought it was his choice-brother Learon.

*Ionnyn!' He caught the sailor and hugged him.

The warrior bled from a number of small wounds, but he was on his feet and able to function.

*Find all those who can still stand,' Tobazim told him. *Help Ceyne treat the wounded.'

He nodded and moved off, taking the others with him. Ardonyx reached Tobazim, limping through the fog. Tobazim swung his arm around Ardonyx's shoulders and together they made their way across the deck to the bodies of the old brotherhood leaders and the inner circle. Oriemn, Farodytor and Kyredeon lay together.

Tobazim knelt to study them. A sheen of white h.o.a.r frost covered all three. Oriemn had shrunk and curled in on himself until he was no bigger than a child, his gift and life force sucked from him by that empyrean predator. When Tobazim touched him, he crumbled to dust.

Kyredeon and Farodytor were frozen solid. From their contorted poses, it was clear that they had fought to the very end. At his touch, they shattered and melted clean away.

The rest of the inner circle lay nearby; they had been drained while trying to sustain their all-father and his seconds. Their bodies were cold and lifeless, but had not been devoured by the higher plane.

*They should be honoured with a proper burial, but we have no crypts and we cannot burn them,' Ardonyx said. *Their bodies will have to be weighted and dropped into the sea.'

Satisfied that none of Kyredeon's inner circle presented a threat, Tobazim concentrated on his supporters. He and Ardonyx went from group to group, speaking to the injured as they waited for treatment, and calling for help if their wounds were life-threatening. Meanwhile, Ionnyn and the others collected the dead and laid them out, dividing them into his supporters and Kyredeon's supporters.

So many dead.

Tears burned Tobazim's eyes. *If Kyredeon were alive, I would kill him all over again. He's decimated our brotherhood. How can an all-father do that to his own brotherhood?'

Ardonyx hugged him. *You'll restore us.'

He nodded and struggled to compose himself.

They moved on, coming across Ceyne, who was packing and binding a gift-warrior's wound. When he tied off the bandage and came to his feet, he swayed.

Tobazim steadied him. *Are you all right?'

*Kyredeon's supporters came for Deimosh and me,' Ceyne said. *He was always a vindictive fiant!'

What would the brotherhood do without a gift-tutor? *Is Deimosh a"'

*Alive. He took a blow to his head, but he'll recover. What do you want me to do with Kyredeon's injured supporters?'

Tobazim glanced to Ardonyx.

*They attacked us, breaking the sacred trust of the challenge, but it could be argued they were only following Kyredeon's orders,' Ardonyx said, fulfilling his role as the voice-of-reason.

*In my brotherhood there is no place for men who follow those kind of orders,' Tobazim said. He wanted to cut out the rot and throw them overboard, but something Ceyne had said came back to him. *This brotherhood has been ruled by fear for over forty years. I'm not going to be that kind of all-father. Treat them. Give them a second chance.'

Ceyne surprised him by dropping to his knees and kissing the sixth finger of his left hand. *All-father.'

Touched and disconcerted, Tobazim drew him to his feet.

As Ceyne went back to work, Haromyr came out of the fog and threw his arms around Tobazim and Ardonyx.

Tobazim pulled back. *Do you know where Athlyn is?'

*I think he went to help Graelen.' Haromyr grimaced. *It was a close thing. Without Valendia's warning...' He shook his head, suddenly sober.

*Valendia...' Tobazim crossed the deck at a clumsy half run; everything ached. Ardonyx limped along behind him.

Up on the rear-deck, he found Athlyn crouched next to Graelen, who held Valendia in his arms. Blood covered her stomach and thighs. Her lips were colourless and she was barely breathing.

Tobazim dropped to his knees beside them.

*You're here.' Pale and shaken, Athlyn was relieved to see them. *I've been trying to help him. He's holding onto her life force with his gift.'

Tobazim reached out to Graelen, but he had no power left to give; all he could offer was the comfort of touch.

The man who had been Kyredeon's greatest a.s.sa.s.sin opened his eyes. *Send for the causare. She promised. She'll bring the healer.'

*I'll go,' Ardonyx offered, slipping away.

Tobazim watched Valendia, willing her to hold on.

EXHAUSTED, IMOSHEN WAS about to climb into her bunk when Kiane came to her.

*Ardonyx is here to speak with you,' she whispered. *I don't know why these brothers think they can come to you at all hours of the night.'

*If I'm their causare, they can call on me whenever they need me.' Her hand-of-force still saw the T'En divided into brotherhood and sisterhood.

As Imoshen threw on her cloak and boots, she projected a calm she did not feel. She hurried out to the deck. *Ardonyx?'

*Causare.' Ardonyx gave the obeisance of supplication. He was pale and he moved with a limp.

*Valendia needs a healer, desperately. Can you a"'

*Of course.' Imoshen gestured to Kiane. *Run down to All-mother Reoden. Tell her I need her help urgently.'

As soon as Kiane left them, Imoshen reached out to Ardonyx. Trusting to the fog to hide them, she cupped his face in her hands, kissing his bruised cheek and split lip. She could tell both of them had drained their gifts, but it was a relief to hold him.

*What happened?'

*Kyredeon's supporters broke the sanct.i.ty of the challenge.' Ardonyx's voice caught and she could feel his whole body trembling. *Half the brotherhood is dead. It was carnage.'

Imoshen's mind raced. *If the T'En contingent of your brotherhood has been halved, it throws out the balance between the all-fathers. Dretsun is already too c.o.c.ky and Saskeyne burns with ambition.' Her mind raced. *You sheltered All-father Tamaron's people on your ship?'

*Yes. Kyredeon cursed us for burdening him with more mouths to feed.'

*Tamaron is dead. You've housed his people, fed them and protected them. They're yours. Have Tobazim take their vows of fealty.'

*Imoshen...' He shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips. Her heart turned over. She loved him so much, yet she hardly ever saw him. *This is internal brotherhood business. The decision should go to an all-father-council.'

*So they can argue over who gets the survivors and stir up dissent?' She shook her head. *If Tobazim swears them in, your brotherhood remains in the ranks of the great brotherhoods. The balance is preserved. Paragian and Hueryx are not fools. They'll see the benefit of keeping Dretsun's wings clipped.' She tilted her head. *That's Ree's voice. Come on.'

By the time they reached the brotherhood ship, the fog was beginning to lift. When Imoshen climbed aboard, she'd thought she was prepared, but the sight of Malaunje mopping the blood from the deck and the T'En bodies laid out in rows still shocked her.

Kiane shook her head. *This is why you needed an escort.'

Her hand-of-force had insisted that she and two gift-warriors accompany the causare and the healer. They followed Reoden and Ardonyx up the steps to the rear-deck, where Tobazim knelt next to Graelen and his devotee, holding a blood-soaked cloth over Valendia's wound. A young initiate supported Graelen.

The brotherhood's saw-bones met Imoshen and the healer. *Tobazim's gift is drained from the challenge.' He gestured to the young initiate. *Athlyn's been sustaining Graelen and Valendia. Grae can't hold on much longer. The moment he dies, Valendia will die with him unless a powerful T'En can impose their gift on her.'

*And she's pregnant?' Reoden asked.

*Not for long, with a wound like that.'

*We'll see.' Reoden bustled forward. *I'll need someone to sustain Grae.'

*Athlyn's already doing it,' Ceyne said. *We can't risk changing over.'

Imoshen knelt next to Tobazim. There was nothing she could do. Reoden rubbed her hands together; focusing her gift, she nodded to Tobazim. *Take the cloth away.'

As he did, he told Valendia. *Don't leave us, you hear me?'

Imoshen opened up her empyrean sight. Despite Athlyn's best efforts, Imoshen could see Graelen slipping away. *Are you nearly ready, Ree? He won't last much longer.'

*Nearly. I just need to a"'

Too late. Imoshen saw Graelen's life force flicker and fade. As the breath left his body, Valendia's back arched.

Reoden swore. *She'll tear the wound open.'

Athlyn threw himself across her upper body. Between them, he and Reoden restrained the girl until the spasms pa.s.sed.