Pendragon Cycle - Taliesin Part 30

With a groan, Charis dragged herself to her feet. She stood, leaning against the breastwork, shaking her head to clear the gray mist from her eyes as the fleece rose and fell again and again. When the flames were out, the enemy horseman turned toward her. "Now I will settle with you," he said, his voice thick with rage. There was blood splashed over his clothing from the cut on his arm.

The blow caught Charis on the jaw just below her ear and nearly took her head off. She rolled against the breastwork but did not go down. The enemy came toward her. She closed her eyes.

His fist lashed out and smashed her cheek. Charis tasted blood in her mouth. Her fingers fought to hold on to the stone. The man drew his arm and loosed a vicious backhanded slap that snapped her head to the side. The pain cleared the gathering mist and she saw the rider coming for her, hands grasping for her throat; beyond him, the fire had rekindled. She slid back against the stonework, holding on with one hand.

Her attacker stepped close and reached for her, but she spun, bringing the knife up as she turned. The blade slid easily between his ribs and blood spurted with a bubbling hiss as the pierced lung deflated. The rider stared at her dumbly, his hands fumbling at his side.

"Stay back!" Charis spat through bleeding lips. "Come at me again and I will kill you."

The fire crackled as the thatch caught and sent a gray-black cloud rolling skyward. "It will not do any good," the man wheezed, his hand pressed to his side.

"We will wait and see."

"They will see it down there and send someone."

"Let them."

"Give me the knife and I will see that you are not harmed."

"Kian is my brother!" she snapped and then winced at the pain the words cost her.

The rider grimaced and pressed his hand to his side. Blood streamed from the wound, and in the early morning light Charis saw that his face had gone the color of ivory. He swayed on his feet. "Give me the knife." He held out his hand and stepped toward her unsteadily.

"Stay back!" Charis hissed.

The rider lurched forward; his knees crashed down on the platform. His eyes rolled up into his skull, and he toppled onto his side and lay still. Charis stared at him for a moment and then cautiously crept to him. She pressed her fingertips to the side of his neck and felt the flutter of a weak pulse. She pulled the man's garment aside and examined the wound. It was clean and the blood already congealing. Her pit experience told her he would live.

She heard a shout from Below and with her hands on her knees she straightened herself, feeling hot knives ripping along her spine. The pain was making her groggy, but she gulped air to keep her head clear and moved to the stone breastwork. Six enemy troops had climbed the bank and were running up the hill to the watchtower.

Charis sighed. She could not fight another attacker, let alone six. She turned and picked up the fleece and flung it onto the flames which were now burning furiously, their ragged red streaks angry against the pale yellow of the risen sun.

The wooden poles that formed the beams of the crude roof collapsed then, scattering flames onto the platform itself. She backed away from the flames, hoping that Kian would somehow see the pyre and recognize it as a warning. She slumped against the stone as the enemy soldiers came pounding up the inside steps.

A second later, the first one jumped through the entrance hole. He crossed the platform in three quick strides. Charis raised the knife. The man's foot lashed out, and the knife went spinning from her grasp.

An instant later her arms were jerked over her head and she was slung over the man's shoulder. She had a glimpse of two other soldiers tugging at the body of the rider she had stabbed. There was a dizzy swirl of smoke and darkness and then she was lying on the gra.s.s beside the tower, which had become a flaming beacon. She saw black smoke coiling into the blue sky and felt a warm tingle of pride force its way into her muzzy consciousness. If Kian is anywhere near, she thought, he will see it. He must see it.

The soldiers had gathered for a quick consultation, which ended abruptly. One of the men came to her, jerked her upright, and hoisted her across his back. Two others helped their wounded comrade to his feet and they started back down to the sh.o.r.e.

Charis allowed herself to be carried a little way while she gathered her strength. When the party reached level ground, the man carrying put her down to shift her weight to the other shoulder. That was all she needed.

She stepped to the side and kicked at her a.s.sailant's knee. The man's leg buckled and he fell, yelling to his comrades, but she had already leapt away and had four strides on them before they knew what had happened. Ignoring the pain, she fled up the hill.

As she reached the crest of the hill, one of her pursuers caught up with her, seizing her arm and spinning her around. She pulled her hands back, drawing him toward her and at the same time raising her knee sharply. The man gasped and crumpled to the ground, clutching his groin and rolling in agony. The next one to reach her was more wary, although no more lucky. He dived for her feet, hoping to trip her. She timed her jump perfectly and landed with both feet on his outstretched arm. The bone snapped with a sickening crunch and her attacker groaned.

The next two took her together, closing in from either side; one had his knife in his hand. They lunged and lunged again. Each time Charis was able to elude them-dodging, feinting, always just out of reach. The soldiers cursed and rushed at her. She spun from their grasp, but the knife snagged her sleeve and she was caught. Instantly the enemy's hands were on her. "Got her!" he cried. "Use your knife!"

The second attacker drew his knife and ran toward her. Charis waited until he was too close to dodge away and then simply lifted her legs, planting her feet firmly against the man's chest. Momentum impelled him forward and lifted Charis into the air. She swung up and over the man holding her, as lightly as if she had been tossed by one of the bulls. The two a.s.sailants collided, and one of them dropped to the ground with a knife wound in his side.

She was free once more, but the remaining two had caught up and, together with the one wielding the knife, were advancing slowly toward her, swords drawn. The pain in her back was fierce, the muscles stiffening. Her cheek and jaw throbbed and her vision wavered.

The three circled around her and Charis faced them, allowing them to ready themselves for their a.s.sault; she already knew what she would do. When they rushed upon her, she leaped forward into the downward slope of the hill and rolled, swiping the feet of one of her attackers from under him as she pa.s.sed.

A heartbeat later she had found her feet and was flying down the side of the hill. She reached the bottom and feU headlong onto the turf, tried to rise, but the movement sent black waves of nausea through her. She heard footsteps pounding toward her and twisted on the ground to meet her attackers for the last time.

They were standing on the hillside above her, staring, not at her but beyond her. She swiveled her head and saw a line of hors.e.m.e.n sweeping over the turf. There is no escape, she thought. Not from men on horseback.

The three ob the hillside above her cried out, and the nest thing Charis knew there were horses racing by her and voices shouting. But all this was happening a long, long way off and no longer concerned her. She lay her head down against the gra.s.s and let the pain take her. A dark pall of smoke hung between earth and sky, dispersing on the breeze. Charis felt her own cloudy consciousness dispersing as well and closed her eyes.

The sun was bright and hot on her face and Charis awoke. There were arms around her and a face hovering over her. "I "I am thirsty," she said and a moment later a cup was pressed to her lips. She drank the cool water, looked at the face once more, and recognized it. "Kian!" am thirsty," she said and a moment later a cup was pressed to her lips. She drank the cool water, looked at the face once more, and recognized it. "Kian!"

"The men were worried," he said lightly. "They thought they would not get the chance to thank their deliverer." He smiled and gave a laugh that was mostly relief. "I told them they did not know my sister if they thought any army of Seithemn's could get the best of her. Lucky for those butchers we got here when we did."

"Kian, I"

"Just lie back. Where are you hurt?"

"My back-an old injury," she said and tried to smile.

"Can you ride?"

She shook her head, which started the dizziness again. "I doubt that I can."

Kian called to one of his men, who nodded and hurried away. "There will be a carriage here soon," he told her and lay her gently back down. "Rest now."

"I need to talk to you."

"Later."

"No, now."

Kian tugged on the leather strap at his chin and removed the plumed helmet as he settled himself beside her. She saw the long dark curls spilling over his collar and the jut of his taut jaw; she might have been seeing Avallach. "What were you doing out here-besides saving our lives?"

"Waiting for you."

"You knew we would be coming this way?"

"The Lia Fail-I had Annubi look."

He accepted this but asked, "Why?"

"I had to see you, to talk to you. I knew nothing about the ambush-Annubi did not see that."

"We would not have seen it either if not for your warning." He smiled again, with pleasure this time. "Little Charis, I never thought to see you again. Seven years and no word... nothing... and then here you are... What was so important that you had to take on Seithenin's best in order to talk to me?"

He had asked the question and now she did not know how to tell him what she had come to say. Words were frail, clumsy vessels, incapable of conveying the truth of what she knew.

"I need your help, Kian. You are the only one I can trust to listen to me."

"I am listening."

"Kian, there is not much time," she said and then it all came in a rush. "We have to be ready-it is ending... All this, this war is meaningless. We have to get ready... It is over, Kian. We have to"

He stopped her. "Wait a moment. Get ready for what? What is ending?"

She hesitated, then spread her hand to indicate all around them. "Our world, Kian. Atlantis; it is going to be destroyed. Very, very soon. We have to get ready."

He stared at her for a moment. "If everything is going to be destroyed," he said slowly, "will it matter very much whether we are ready or not?"

"To leave, I mean. We have to be ready to leave."

He shrugged and smiled placidly. "Where would we go?"

"You do not Believe me."

"I have heard these rumors before, Charis. I am surprised you Believe them yourself."

"It is no rumor, Kian. Would I risk my life to come to you for some rumor I had heard in the fish market?"

"Why come to me at all? I am not the king."

"You know very well why. Father is in no condition to discuss anything. That woman keeps him drugged and half out of his head."

"You think so?"

"Are you blind too? Of course she does-but that is not why I came." She moved to get up, and the pain took her breath away.

"Easy," Kian soothed. "Lie back until the carriage comes."

"Why? What do you care? I am wasting time here."

"If I agree to give you ships"

"Give me? me? Do you think to shut me up by humoring me? Give the crazy woman a couple of leaky boats and send her away" Do you think to shut me up by humoring me? Give the crazy woman a couple of leaky boats and send her away"

"Easy. Charis. I meant nothing like that." He shrugged. "Besides, we have no ships-at least not as many as you would need."

"Do you think you are doing this for me, Kian?"

He raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "What if I agreed? Could you prove what you are saying is true?"

"You would Believe me if I proved it to you?"

"Only a fool doubts proof," he replied affably.

"Then you are a fool already!" she snapped.

"Me a fool?"

"Yes! Only a fool demands proof of what he already knows."

"Listen to yourself, Charis. You talk in Mage's riddles."

"And you just open your eyes and look around, Kian. The land itself is telling you: hot winds blow out of the south by night; clouds come and go, but the rain does not fall; the villages along the coast.are empty, deserted; the earth trembles beneath your feet by day, and the great crystal of the High Temple at Poseidonis is shattered. Look around you, Kian. When was the last time you saw a seabird? Think! We are near the sea-there should be flocks of seabirds. Where are they?"

He stared at at his sister for his sister for a. a. moment and turned his face away, his jaw set. moment and turned his face away, his jaw set.

"You do not Believe me," she said. "There is nothing I can say, no proof I can give that will make you Believe, Kian, because you have already made up your mind not not to Believe." to Believe."

"Charis, be reasonable!" he huffed in exasperation. "Look, I have not seen you for seven years! What am I supposed to think?"

Charis stared back in seething silence.

"There have been earthquakes before, and dry spells, and villages deserted by war. What, in Cybel's name, are we supposed to do-go chasing who knows where every time the ground shakes a little or a few filthy gulls fly off somewhere?"

"Annubi said you would not Believe," she replied sullenly. "He said no one would."

"Agh!" he said, tongue-tied with aggravation. He stood quickly and stalked off.

Charis lay back. Why did I even bother? she thought. I knew it would be like this. Annubi warned me. Why did this fall to me? Why do I I Believe Throm? Maybe I am as mad as he is, after all. Believe Throm? Maybe I am as mad as he is, after all.

The carriage arrived while one of Kian's Magi worked over her, and Charis was lifted carefully and placed inside while Kian gave orders to the driver and escort. "What are you going to do now?" she asked when he turned to say farewell.

"I am to meet Belyn in two days' time at a place on the border between Tairn and Sarras-at Herakli."

"Come back home with me. Talk to Father."

He lowered his eyes. "I cannot."

"She is killing him, Kian," Charis said softly.

"It is what he wants!" he growled with sudden ferocity. "Has no one told you what Seithenin did?"

"Annubi told me about the defeat."

"It was more than a defeat-it was butchery. After it was over, Seithenin ordered those prisoners left alive stripped and bound to the bodies of their comrades-hand to hand, ankle to ankle, mouth to mouth!

"And then the madman left them there to die like that, tied to decomposing corpses! We found the survivors three days later-three days in the hot sun! The stink was horrible; the sight was worse. Avallach had to lie there like all the rest and listen to his men scream as they thrashed on the ground in that hideous dance." Kian halted, his jaw muscles working in silence for a moment. Then he said, "They found Guistan beneath him, Charis. It weakened his mind and he has not recovered."

Charis closed her eyes hard and bit her lip to keep from crying out.

"Now you know," he said, and then added apologetically, "I did not mean to tell you like that."

"Annubi said nothing of it."

"Annubi remembers only what he wants to remember these days." He spread his hands helplessly. "Anyway, it is best if I do not go home again just yet. The last time I was there we fought."

"Over her?"