Waylander - In The Realm Of The Wolf Part 37
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A large, arched doorway loomed before him. He entered it, sword raised. A movement sounded from behind. He swung, his sword arcing down. At the last moment he dragged the blade aside - just missing the child dressed in his own cloak of green. 'Shemak's b.a.l.l.s, boy! I could have killed you!'
The boy shrank back against the doorway, his lip trembling, his eyes wide and frightened. Angel sheathed his sword and forced a smile. 'Followed me, did you?' he said, reaching out and drawing the child to him. 'Ah well, no harm done, eh?'
He knelt down beside the boy. 'You take the torch,' he said, holding it out for the lad. In truth he no longer needed its light, for the panels cast an eerie glow over the hall. There were metal beds here and rotted mattresses. Angel stood and drew his sword once more. Signalling to the boy he moved out into the corridor, seeking stairs.
Despite the danger he was pleased the boy was with him. The silence and the endless corridors were unnerving him. 'Stay close,' whispered the man. 'Old Angel will look after you.'
Not understanding, the boy nodded and grinned up at the gladiator.
'Have you the faintest idea of where we are?' Senta asked Ekodas, as the silver-armoured priest rounded yet another bend in the labyrinth of corridors on the seventh level.
'I think we are close,' said Ekodas, his face eerily pale in the faint yellow light.
Senta saw that he was sweating heavily. 'Are you all right, priest?'
'I can feel the crystal. It is making me nauseous.'
Senta turned to Miriel. 'You do take me to some romantic places,' he said, putting his arm around her and kissing her cheek. 'Volcanic caves, sorcerous castles, and now a trip in the dark a hundred miles below the earth.'
'No more than three hundred feet,' said Ekodas.
'Allow for poetic overstatement,' snapped Senta.
Miriel laughed. 'You needn't have come,' she chided.
'And miss this?' he cried, in mock astonishment. 'What sort of a man refuses a walk in the dark with a beautiful woman?'
'And a priest,' she pointed out.
"That is a flaw, I grant you!'
'Be silent!' hissed Ekodas. Genuinely surprised, Senta was about to fire back an angry reply when he saw that Ekodas was listening intently, his dark eyes narrowing to scan the gloom at the end of the corridor.
'What is it?' whispered Miriel.
'I thought I heard something - like breathing. I don't know, perhaps I imagined it.'
'It is unlikely there'd be anything living down here,' said Miriel. 'There is no food source.'
'I cannot use my Talent here,' said Ekodas, wiping sweat from his face. 'I feel so... so limited.
Like a man suddenly blind.'
'Happily you do not need your Talent,' said Senta, still irritated by the priest's outburst. This is hardly the most ...' He halted in mid-sentence, for now he could also hear stentorian breathing.
Silently he drew his sword.
'It could be a trick of the earth,' whispered Miriel. 'You know, like wind whistling through a crack in the rocks.'
'There's not usually a great deal of wind at this depth,' said Senta.
They moved cautiously on, until they came to a long room, filled with metal cabinets. Most of the glowing panels had ceased to operate, but two still cast pale light across the iron floor. Miriel saw an object lying beneath an overturned table. 'Senta,' she said softly. 'Over there!'
The swordsman crossed the room and knelt. He rose swiftly and backed to where Ekodas and Miriel were standing. 'It's a human leg,' he said. 'Or what's left of it. And believe me, you don't want to know the size of the bite-marks.'
'Kesa Khan said there was no danger,' put in Miriel.
'Perhaps he didn't know,' volunteered Ekodas. 'The crystal is through that doorway. Let me find and destroy it, then we'll leave as fast as we can.'
'If we disappeared in a flash of magic it wouldn't be fast enough,' Senta told him. The priest did not smile, but moved on through what was left of the doorway. 'Look at that,' Senta told Miriel.
'The stone of the wall around the door has been torn out. You know, call me boring if you like, but at this moment I'd like to be sitting in that cabin of yours, with my feet out towards the fire, waiting for you to bring me a goblet of mulled wine.' The lightness of tone could not disguise the fear in his voice, and when Ekodas cried out, apparently in pain, Senta almost dropped his sword.
Miriel was the first to the doorway.
'Get back!' shouted Ekodas. 'Stay beyond the walls. The power is too much for you to bear!'
Senta caught Miriel by the arm and hauled her back. 'You know, beauty, I don't mind telling you that I am frightened. Not for the first time, but I've never known anything like this.'
'And me,' she agreed.
A shuffling sound came from the other end of the hall.
'I have a bad feeling about this,' whispered Senta.
And the creature moved into sight. It was colossal, almost twelve feet high, and Senta gazed in horror at the beast's two heads. Both were grotesque, with only vestigial traces of humanity; the mouths wide, almost as long as his forearm, the teeth crooked and sharp. Miriel drew her sword and backed away. 'Whatever you have to do, Ekodas, do it now!' she shouted.
The creature leaned forward, part-supporting its weight on two huge arms, its three legs drawn up beneath its bloated belly. It looked to Senta like a giant white spider crouching before them. One of the heads lolled to the left, eyes opening, fastening on Miriel. A groan came from its grotesque lips, deep and full of torment. The mouth on the other head opened and a piercing scream echoed in the hall. The creature tensed and shuffled crablike towards them, groaning and screaming.
Miriel edged to the left, Senta to the right.
The beast ignored the swordsman and charged at the girl, scattering tables and chairs. The speed was not great, but its huge bulk seemed to fill the room.
Senta ran at it, hurling himself at its broad back. One of the four arms clubbed at him, smas.h.i.+ng his ribs. He staggered and almost fell. But the creature was rearing up above Miriel. She slashed her sword across a huge forearm, slicing deep into the flesh. Then Senta attacked again, plunging his own blade into the great belly.
A fist clubbed him again and he was sent spinning to the floor, his sword torn from his grasp. He saw Miriel dive beneath the creature's grasp and roll to her feet. Senta tried to rise, but a piercing pain clove into his side, and he knew several of his ribs were broken.
'Ekodas! For the sake of all that's holy help us!'
Ekodas knelt in the golden chamber, the crystal held in his hands, his thoughts far away. The doors of his mind were all open now, and the noises from beyond the chamber held no meaning for him. His life unfolded before the eyes of memory, wasted and filled with ridiculous fears. The sanctuary of the temple now seemed more of a grey prison, holding him from the riches of life. He gazed down at the many facets of the crystal, seeing himself reflected a hundred times, and he felt the strength of his soul expanding within the frail flesh of his body.
In an instant he could see not only the battle in the hall outside, but also the grim fighting on the walls far above. And more than this he saw the man Waylander moving silently along the darkened corridors of Zhu Chao's palace.
He laughed then. What did it matter?
And he saw s.h.i.+a, standing beside the tall Orsa Khan, and the hole in the portcullis gate through which Gothir soldiers were scrambling. Meaningless, he thought, though he felt a shaft of irritation that he would no longer have the opportunity of enjoying her body, his enhanced memory recalling again the smell of her skin and her hair.
'Ekodas! For the sake of all that's holy help us!'
For all that's holy! What an amusing thought. Just like the temple, the Source was created by men as a prison for the soul, to prevent stronger men from enjoying the fruits of their power. I am free of such baggage, he thought.
Dardalion had said the crystal was evil. Such nonsense. It was beautiful, perfect. And what was evil, save a name given by weak men to a force they could neither comprehend nor control?
'Now you understand,' whispered a voice in his mind. Ekodas closed his eyes, and saw Zhu Chao, sitting at a desk in a small study.
'Yes, I understand,' Ekodas told him.
'Bring me the crystal, and we shall know such power, such joy!'
'Why should I not keep it for myself?'
Zhu Chao laughed. 'The Brotherhood is already in place, Ekodas. Ready to rule. Even with the crystal it would take you years to reach such a position of power.'
'There is truth in that,' agreed Ekodas. 'It will be as you say.'
'Good. Now show me the battle, my brother.'
Ekodas stood and, the crystal in his hands, walked to the doorway. Beyond it he saw Miriel dive to the floor and roll as the beast lunged for her. Senta, one hand clutching his ribs, had drawn a dagger and was stumbling forward to the attack.
Foolish man. Like trying to kill a whale with a needle.
The injured warrior plunged his dagger into the beast's back. The beast half-turned, and a mighty fist crashed into Senta's neck. He crumpled to the floor without a sound. Miriel saw him fall. And screamed, the sound full of fury. Hurling herself forward she thrust her blade into one of the open mouths, plunging it up into what should have been a brain.
Ekodas chuckled. There was no brain there, he knew. It was situated - if brain it could be called - between the heads, in the enormous lump of the shoulders.
The beast caught hold of Miriel, lifting her from her feet. Ekodas found himself wondering whether it would tear her apart, or merely bite her head from her shoulders.
'Such confusion in the beast's mind,' said Zhu Chao. 'Part of it is still Bodalen. It recognises the girl, the twin of a maid he killed by accident. See it hesitate! And can you feel the rising anger from the souls that were once of the Brotherhood?'
'I can,' admitted Ekodas. 'Hunger, desire, bafflement. Amusing, is it not?'
A figure moved in the background.
'More entertainment,' whispered the voice of Zhu Chao. 'Sadly I cannot retain the spell, and must miss the inevitable conclusion. We will share the memory in Gulgothir.'
The sorceror faded from Ekodas, and the young priest returned his attention to the gladiator who had entered the hall.
You shouldn't have come, he thought. You are too weary for such an adventure.
Angel had heard the awful screams and was already running as he entered the hall. He saw Senta stretched out, unconscious on the floor and witnessed the monster lunge down, grabbing Miriel and dragging her into the air.
Reversing his sword, holding it now like a dagger, Angel angled his run, leaping first to a metal table and then launching himself at the beast's bloated back. He landed knees first and plunged his sword deep in the creature's flesh, driving it down with all of his weight. The monster reared up and swung. Angel was thrown clear. It still held Miriel in one huge hand, but now it turned on Angel.
Half-stunned he rolled to his feet and staggered.
The boy carrying the torch ran forward, thrusting the burning brand at the beast. One of its many arms thrashed out, but the boy was nimble enough to duck and run back. Angel, his pale eyes glittering with battle fury, saw the beast charge again. Instead of running away, he hurled himself at the grotesque colossus, his hand reaching out for Senta's sword, where it jutted from the swaying belly. Ma.s.sive fingers caught at Angel's left shoulder, just as his own hand curled around the sword-hilt. The beast lifted him high, the movement tearing the sword free of its prison of flesh.
Blood gouted from the wound. Angel smashed the blade into the brow of the second head, splitting the skull.
The creature dropped Miriel, as pain from the awful injury flared through it. Angel struck again.
And again. Another hand grabbed Angel's leg, drawing him towards the gaping mouth and the sabre-long fangs.
Miriel swung to see Ekodas, holding tightly to the crystal and leaning on the door-frame watching the drama.
Running to him she pulled his sword from its scabbard and returned to the fray.
'Between the shoulders,' said Ekodas, conversationally. 'That's where the brain is located. Can you see the hump there?'
Holding the broadsword two-handed, Miriel sent a powerful cut into the beast's leg, just above the knee. Blood spurted from the wound and the creature staggered back, one hand releasing its hold on Angel's leg. The former gladiator hacked his own sword into the arm holding him. The great fingers spasmed, and he fell to the floor. Blood was pouring from the monster, gus.h.i.+ng from both heads, and numerous wounds to the body.
Still it came on. Miriel saw Angel backing away, and knew he was trying to draw it away from her. But now Miriel felt the power of the crystal, enhancing her Talent, filling her with rage.
Images flooded her mind, radiating from the beast. Confusion, anger, hunger.
But one image flickered above the rest. Miriel saw Krylla running through the woods, a tall wide-shouldered man pursuing her.
Bodalen.
And she knew. Locked within this loathsome beast was the man who murdered her sister.
A huge arm swept down towards her. Ducking under the clumsy lunge she ran to the left - then charged in at the beast, leaping high, her foot coming down on one ma.s.sive knee joint. Using this as a foothold she propelled herself up on to its back. A hand reached for her, but she threw herself forward. Reversing the sword she stood high on the beast's shoulders. 'Die!' she screamed. The blade lanced down through the bulging hump. As it pierced the skin the sword seemed to accelerate, for there was no muscle beneath to hold it back, and the skin split like an overripe melon, brains gus.h.i.+ng out.
The beast reared one last time, dislodging Miriel. Then it swayed and fell.
Angel ran to where Miriel had fallen, reaching out and helping her to her feet. 'Thank the Source! You're alive!'
He put his arm around her, but she stiffened and he saw her staring towards the still form of Senta. Breaking clear of his embrace she ran to the fallen swordsman, turning him to his back.
Senta groaned and opened his eyes. He saw Angel and tried to smile.
'You're wounded again,' he whispered. Angel could feel the blood trickling from torn skin on the side of his face.
Angel knelt by his side, noting the blood at the corners of his mouth, and the unnatural stillness of his limbs. Gently he reached out, squeezing the man's fingers. There was no answering grip.
'Let me help you up,' said Miriel, dragging on his left arm.
'Leave him, girl!' said Angel, his voice soft. Miriel slowly let the arm down.
'Not much of a place to end one's days in, eh, Angel?' said Senta. He coughed and blood sprayed from his handsome mouth, staining his chin. 'Still, I guess I couldn't ... be ... in better company.'
Waylander - In The Realm Of The Wolf Part 37
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