The Raven Collection Part 326

'I am sorry for your loss and I will not claim to understand it,' he said, his voice gentle. The crowd fell quickly silent. 'How can a mother react when the son she knows is dead is seen to walk but it not be him? Your desire to want his body for respectful burial is natural and will not be denied any longer than it must be. But you must understand these are days the like of which we have never seen and we must all be patient, wary and have courage. People like you most of all.'

Sol reached out to touch her but she drew away.

'Your words mean nothing to me.'

'Will you hear me?' asked Ilkar.

'You even speak with his voice,' said the woman, tears falling down her cheeks. 'He was no virtuous lad but he doesn't deserve this, no one does.'

'No, he doesn't. But right now his soul is lost and that is far, far worse. Those of us returned, most of us, seek only to find a new resting place where we, and those like your poor son, can be at peace. Grieve for his soul but not for his body. The body is merely the vessel that your son used for his time alive. And if you can, rest easier knowing that his body, young, fit and wiry, is used now in an effort to save not just his soul, but yours too, everyone's.

'I don't know if that makes sense but I promise you I will take care of this body as if it were my own and will make every effort to leave it unsullied.'

'But where will that be?' asked the woman. 'Some distant battlefield? Some lonely corner of Balaia where I will never find him, never have the sight of him to close my mind on his life? What good is that to me?'

She turned back to Sol.

'This has to end, Sol of Balaia. I am but one of many who hurt this way and there is no comfort for us. We don't want the dead in the bodies of our loved ones. We want them gone. Leave us to fight our own battles. We do not need them. And we do not need you if you offer them sanctuary.'

Sol sagged visibly. 'My lady, all I want is to help you live through what is to come. You must try and understand where we find ourselves. Find it in your heart to trust me and the decisions that I make.'

But the woman shook her head. 'You are the mouthpiece of every ordinary Balaian, yet you are too close to the college, too close to the barons and too close to the elves. I have spoken but you have not listened. What more do we have to talk about?'

She turned away and was lost in the shadows. Angry faces glared at Sol, Ilkar and Hirad but no one said anything more. Ilkar put a hand on Sol's shoulder and Balaia's king turned an unhappy face to him.

'I'm failing them,' he said.

'No, you're not,' said Ilkar. 'They just have yet to see what we do.'

'I feel like a fraud,' said Sol.

'I'm the fraud. Standing here in her son's body. I feel for her, I really do. But what choice do we have?'

'Either to stand here and yak about it, or get inside and yak about it over a goblet of wine.'

Sol managed a smile. 'Well put, Hirad. Well put indeed. Come on. I've got some good stuff uncorked. Needs drinking with those I love.'

The evacuation fleet came in a night early. Throughout that night, quiet knocking on doors and silent escorting to the docks to take ship had worked well. Yet it was a slow process and with the morning came the inevitable anger and with it panic. Word spread quickly through those not destined to leave and tensions around the dock soared.

Ysundeneth was all but surrounded by flame and the clattering of the Garonin's vydospheres. Beyond the borders of the city, the rainforest was part inferno, part charred dustscape. Out in the harbour, the forest of sails was slowly thinning out. The deep-water berths were full and every small craft had been pressed into service to ferry elves out to their only means of escape.

Forty thousand had come to hear the words uttered at the Caeyin, and all who desired it were offered pa.s.sage and issued with papers. Yet twice that number now clogged the approaches to the docks or muddied the waters of the harbour in their own little boats, begging for pa.s.sage. Ten thousand would be lucky. Thirty thousand would either take their chances in small craft or be abandoned to die.

Rebraal had said three hundred ships were guaranteed, and that was a number that would have been beyond imagining only ten years before. Yet, as Auum had predicted, it was nowhere near enough. Not even for the population of Ysundeneth alone, far less those who had journeyed from the rainforest.

Many thousands still waited to take ship and their path was being hampered by their less fortunate brothers and sisters. Standing in the harbour flag tower, Auum looked down on the growing and inevitable disaster. However much they had planned, it would still have come to this eventually. There had simply not been enough time to counter every threat. The Garonin, for all their ponderous advance, had left nowhere else to run.

Down on the harbour ap.r.o.n Al-Arynaar warriors were under serious pressure trying to keep the crowds from storming the dockside. So far they had held the approaches while administrators searched for those holding transit papers. There had been scuffles and little else to this point but that would not continue.

'How long before we deploy mages?'

Auum turned to Rebraal. Ilkar's brother looked in little better shape than his long-dead sibling would have had he been dragged from the grave to stand here.

'How long since you've slept or eaten?'

'Long enough. But once we're away, I have plenty of time to rest, do I not?' Rebraal sighed. 'Do you feel guilty? Look at all those we are consigning to their deaths.'

'We have to focus on who we can save, not who we cannot,' said Auum, the nausea clogging his throat. 'One day we can weep. But it is not today.'

A surge of noise to their left signified the first concerted attempt to break through the Al-Arynaar. Forty warriors with mages behind held the line, just.

'We need to pre-empt,' said Rebraal.

'Agreed,' said Auum. 'But go carefully. Tint the walls. These people have enough pain to come. Best we do not add to it ourselves.'

Rebraal signalled the warning flag to be hoisted. Auum watched the black-cross-on-yellow standard climb the flagpole.

'It's going to get ugly,' said Rebraal.

'I know. Time we made ourselves known down there.'

Auum paused to watch the reaction. A short time after the flag was unfurled defensive castings were deployed on all four approaches to the harbour. Essentially walls of mana, the spells raised swirling yellow barriers in front of the increasingly desperate crowds, leaving small gaps to admit those with papers.

The howls intensified; simmering anger turned to spitting fury. Missiles were hurled at the walls, where they stuck before sliding harmlessly to the ground. Directly opposite the tower, the crowd had pulled back, leaving a couple of paces gap before the wall.

Auum frowned.

'Is-?' began Rebraal.

The crowd surged forward, crashing hard against the barrier. Auum saw the casting mages stagger under the weight. Their casting flickered then steadied. Auum was on the move.

'Someone's orchestrating that,' he said. 'Tai, we move.'

Ghaal and Miirt ran ahead, down the two flights of steps and out onto the harbour side, heading directly for the trouble. The ap.r.o.n was crowded, noisy and deeply unhappy. Crying children led by their parents. Angry shouts for speed and order. Al-Arynaar shepherding elves to their boats or directly aboard the docked ships. Confusion was rife. It was ever going to be this way.

Auum saw the elven wave roll back again. Rebraal was shouting for more mage support. The Al-Arynaar line stood back a pace and readied themselves. One or two refugees were still squeezing through the opening on production of papers. Many would never make it because their fellows had lost their courage.

'But can you blame them?' said Auum as they ran.

'I cannot,' said Miirt. 'What must we do?'

'Protect the chosen,' said Auum. 'That is Yniss's task for us this day.'

He felt both his Tai pause in their strides before nodding and eating up the last yards to stand in front of their Al-Arynaar comrades. Auum stood dead centre of the defence. Through the yellow tint he could see all he needed: a line of elves about ten rows back, clapping in time, generating noise, order and anger. The crowd ran against the wall again. The casting shivered violently. One mage cried out and crumpled. The other three still held.

'What's happening?' hissed Auum. 'Why is this casting so weak?'

Ghaal nodded his head towards the rising fires and the burgeoning heat closing in on the city. 'Garonin. They take too much mana from the air. Ix is weak today and our mages can find no consistency.'

The elves without had paused to see the effect of their work.

'End this futility,' shouted Auum into the moment's relative calm. 'Please. It cannot end well for any of us.'

'Not bad for you, TaiGethen!' came a shout. 'You get to live. We get to burn.'

'I know you, Halis. At the Caeyin you chose to stay, did you not? Despite my warnings. You had your chance. Another more worthy elf will travel in your place.'

Quiet had fallen and was spreading out across the harbour. Eyes and ears turned, sensing something.

'You have to offer us a way out.'

Auum straightened. 'All I can offer you are my prayers.'

Halis laughed. It was a short, bitter sound. 'And our souls will be trapped without rest much as our bodies are now. We will take ship and you will not stop us.'

Auum stared into the eyes of those in the front rank of the crowd.

'Yes, I will.'

'He cannot stop us all,' urged Halis.

Auum let his finger trail along the line of ten or so frightened, desperate elves.

'Who of you does not believe me? I have no desire to prove myself upon you. All the ships are full. You are putting your lives above those of your fellows. Do you really believe yourselves more worthy than those with papers whom you hold back? Yniss turns his head in shame from such conceit. It is you who should turn. Pray while you still have the time. Invest your energy in the survival of our race. Prepare your souls because we will free you to travel.

'Do not test me, for I will not fail.'

'Filthy Ynissul lies,' spat Halis. 'He claims more life yet how long has he already lived? We only have one chance to live. This is it. Push.'

The barrier shimmered for a moment and Auum heard Miirt curse under her breath. Seeing the spell weaken energised the crowd and Halis felt it, beginning his rhythmic clapping again.

'Tai, be ready,' said Auum. He pushed the regrets and the guilt from his mind.

'We need to get those with papers through these crowds,' said Ghaal.

'I know,' said Auum. 'We need the TaiGethen in the crowd, not fighting them. d.a.m.n these fools. I am ashamed to be an elf when I look upon them.'

Those near the front of the crowd could hear him. One or two had the decency to look guilty but none turned away. Like a spring tide, the crowd surged against the barrier once more. It guttered, wavering on the verge of settling for a moment, and then collapsed.

Ten wide, the crowd stumbled forward, some tripping, others leaping across the fallen. Death was behind them and it reduced their compa.s.sion to ashes. Auum's Tai stood before them, unflinching. The advance lost momentum. Auum could read the indecision in their faces. None would have faced TaiGethen before. Few, if any, would have seen them in action. Reputation stole the will from them, just for now.

Auum stared at the central figures in the front row, urged on by those standing safely behind. The truth was that a surge would roll over TaiGethen and Al-Arynaar warrior alike.

'Stand fast,' said Auum, pointing at one scared elf. 'Remember your words on crossing to adulthood.'

His Tai intoned: ' "Unto my race, I pledge my life. That my death should serve my people, such shall be my fate. Gladly accepted. Proudly travelled." '

'Then swap places, TaiGethen,' called a voice. 'Serve your people.'

'Gladly,' said Auum. 'And can I count on you to fight the Garonin street by street to allow the last ships to sail? Will you speak with the Lord of the Mount in Xetesk and describe our slim chance of survival? Will you finally lead the rest of our people to the west to talk with Tessaya, Lord of the Wesmen?

'Which of you will do this in the service of your race and hope to succeed?'

A momentary pause was followed by a ripple in the crowd. There was forward movement.

'Not another pace,' warned Auum.

He kept his arms by his sides; the jaqrui pouch on his belt was closed and his twin swords remained sheathed.

'We are many,' shouted a voice. 'And the ships won't wait. See the sails flying. To remain is to die.'

People burst forward. Fists were bunched. Crazed expressions replaced fear. Auum swayed inside a flailing blow and thumped the heel of his palm into an elven chest. The elf was propelled back into the crowd.

'Yniss forgive me,' he whispered.

Miirt dropped and swept the legs from another. She bounced back up to catch a punch in one hand and slam a fist into the chin of the same elf, knocking him senseless. Ghaal blocked a blow aside, paced forward and kicked out straight into the midriff of his opponent. The elf staggered back. Ghaal stepped in, both fists hammering out, taking down two more. Auum, next to him, and Miirt on Auum's right, moved up as one.

'We need that casting back,' called Auum. 'Tai, let us take the head from this beast. Arrowhead formation. Mind your flanks.'

Halis, his face contorted and reddened with his rage, was standing and shouting not more than ten yards away. Auum moved onto the offensive. He set himself a pace in front of his Tai, freeing his legs. One pace and he spun a kick into the temple of the elf in front of him. He twisted on his standing leg, reversed another kick into the chest of a second. He landed to face the next three. Auum punched the first square on the nose, splitting skin, The next he flattened with a reverse punch to the side of the head and the third pressed himself back into the crowd.

'Get out of my way,' hissed Auum.

All the impetus had gone from the surge. Twenty had been downed before the ordinary elf had time to draw breath. Some were unconscious. Any who moved were dragged aside by Al-Arynaar. The weight of the ma.s.s pressed against those at its head but none wanted to be next to face the TaiGethen, on whom not a blow had been landed.

A movement right and there was a scream. Auum glanced to see Miirt clutching the wrist of an elf. In his hand a blade dangled. Miirt continued to press. The wrist and two fingers broke. The blade fell.

'Next elf who shows a weapon dies here and now,' said Auum. 'I want Halis. Give him to me or I will come and get him.'

There was a gap of about two paces now between the Tai cell and the crowd. Halis was still calling for attack but the heart had left those of his foot soldiers who stood in the immediate path of his intended targets.

'I am not in the habit of repeating myself.'

A single arrow hissed from the crowd. Auum jerked his head to the side. The shaft whispered past his ear.

'The taipan is not quick enough to strike me from cover,' he said, his blades in his hands, his voice cold. 'For I do the work of Yniss and my time is not yet come to die. What makes you think you are faster than the deadliest of Tual's denizens?

'Bring Halis. Bring him now.'

'Spell ready. Casting on one.'

The words changed everything.

'Down,' said Auum.

The Tai dropped p.r.o.ne. Auum felt the spell come past him. It thudded into the crowd, flashed yellow and steadied. Auum rose to his feet and turned his back on the crowd, whose shouting had begun again in earnest.

'I want Tai cells to bring in those who are granted pa.s.sage. I want archers here to fire on anyone who brings down the barrier. Leave Halis. His time is done.'