Stones Of Power - The Last Sword Of Power Part 13

Believe me! And if you failed, they would know from whence you came - and have legitimate cause to war upon Britain. And I am not ready for them.' 'Very well, sire. It shall be as you say.' "Then swear it upon your brother's soul.' 'There is no need 'Do it!' Their eyes locked and Ursus knew he was beaten.

'I so swear.'

'Good. Now we must have a new name for you -and a new face. Wotan has butchered the House of Merovee, and if you are recognised your death is a.s.sured. You will meet Victorinus at Dubris. You will be Galead, a Knight of Uther. Follow me.' The King led Ursus into the inner apartments and drew the Sword of Power from its scabbard. Touching the blade to the prince's shoulder, Uther's eyes narrowed in concentration.

Ursus felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and face and his teeth began to ache. The King removed the sword and led the warrior to the oval mirror on the wall.

'Behold the latest of Uther's knights,' he said with a wide grin.

Ursus stared into the mirror at the blond stranger with his close-cropped hair and eyes of summer blue.

'Galead,' whispered the new knight. 'So be it!'

CHAPTER SEVEN.

The winter was fierce in the Caledones, snow-drifts blocking trails, ice forcing its way into the cracks in the wooden walls of the cabin. The surrounding trees, stripped of their leaves, stood bare and skeletal, while the wind howled outside the sealed windows.

Cormac lay in the narrow bed with Anduine snuggled beside him and knew contentment.

The door rattled in its frame and the fire blazed brightly, dancing shadows flickering on the far wall. Cormac rolled over, his hand sliding gently over Anduine's rounded hip, and she lifted her head and kissed his chest.

Suddenly she froze.

'What is it?' he asked.

"There is someone on the mountain,' she whispered. 'Someone in danger.'

'Did you hear something?'

'I can feel their fear.'

'Their?'

Two people, a man and a woman. The way is blocked. You must go to them, Cormac, or they will die.'

He sat up and s.h.i.+vered. Even here in this bright, warm room, cold draughts hinted at the horror outside. 'Where are they?'

'Beyond the stand of pine, across the pa.s.s. They are on the ridge leading to the sea.'

'They are not our concern,' he said, knowing his argument would be useless. 'And I might die out there myself.'

'You are strong and you know the land. Please help them!'

He rose from the bed and dressed in a heavy woollen s.h.i.+rt, leather leggings, sheepskin jerkin and boots. The jerkin had a hood lined with wool which he drew over his red hair, tying it tightly under his chin.

'This is a heavy price to pay for your love, lady,' he said.

'Is it?' she asked, sitting up, her long dark hair falling across her shoulders.

'No,' he admitted. 'Keep the fire going. I will try to be back by dawn.'

He looked at his sword lying beside the hearth and considered carrying it with him, but it would only enc.u.mber him. Instead he slipped a long-bladed hunting-knife behind his belt and stepped out into the blizzard, dragging the door shut with difficulty.

Since Culain's departure three months before, Cormac had stuck to his training - increasing the length of his runs, working with axe and saw to build his muscles, preparing the winter store of wood which now stood six-feet high and ran the length of the cabin, aiding the insulation on the north wall. His body was lean and powerful, his shoulders wide, his hips narrow. He set off towards the mountain peaks at an easy walk, using a six- foot quarterstaff to test the snow beneath his feet. To hurry would mean to sweat; in these temperatures the sweat would form as ice on the skin beneath his clothes and that would kill him as swiftly as if he were naked. The straighter paths on the north side were blocked with drifts and Cormac was forced to find a more circuitous route to the pine, edging his way south through the woods, across frozen streams and ponds. Huge grey wolves prowled the mountains, but these kept clear of the-man as he made his slow, steady progress. For two hours he pushed on, stopping to rest often, saving his strength, until at last he cleared the pine and began the long dangerous traverse of the ridge above the pa.s.s. Here the trail was only five feet wide, snow covering ice on the slanted path. One wrong or careless step and he would plummet over the edge, smas.h.i.+ng himself on the rocks below. He halted in a shallow depression sheltered from the wind and rubbed at the skin of his face, forcing the blood to flow. His cheeks and his chin were covered by a fine red-brown down that would soon be a beard, but his nose and eyes felt pinched and tight in the icy wind.

The blizzard raged about him and vision was restricted to no more than a few feet. His chances of finding the strangers were shrinking by the second. Cursing loudly, he stepped out into the wind and continued his progress along the ridge.

Anduine's voice came to him, whispering deep in his mind: 'A little further, to the left, there is a shallow cave. They are there.'

He had long grown used to her powers. Ever since he had given her - albeit briefly - the gift of sight, her mystic talents had increased. She had begun to dream in vivid pictures of glorious colour, and often he would allow her the use of his eyes to see some strange new wonder - swans in flight, a racing stag, a hunting wolf, a sky torn by storms.

Moving on, he found the cave and saw a man huddled by the far wall, a young woman kneeling by him. The man saw him first and pointed - the woman swung, raising a knife.

Tut it away,' said Cormac, walking in and looking down at the man. He was sitting with his back to the wall and with his right leg thrust out in front of him, the boot bent at an impossible angle. Cormac glanced around. The shelter was inadequate; there was no wood for a fire, and even could he light one the wind would lash it to cinders.

'We must move,' he said.

'I cannot walk,' replied the man, his words slurred. There was ice in his dark beard and his skin was patchy and blue in places. Cormac nodded.

Reaching down, he took the man's hand and pulled him upright; then he ducked his head to let the body fall across his shoulders and heaved him up.

Cormac grunted at the weight and slowly turned. 'Follow me,' he told the girl.

'He will die out there,' she protested.

'He will die in here,' answered Cormac. He struggled to the ridge and began the long trek home: his burden almost more than he could bear, the muscles of his neck straining under the weight of the injured man. But the blizzard began to ease and the temperature lifted slightly. After an hour Cormac began to sweat heavily and his fear rose. He could feel the ice forming and the dreadful lethargy beginning. Sucking in a deep breath, he called to the young woman.

'Move alongside me.' She did so. 'Now talk.'

'I'm too tired ... too cold.'

Talk, curse your eyes! Where are you from?' He staggered on.

'We were in Pinnata Castra but we had to leave. My father broke his leg in a fall. We . . . we . . .' She stumbled.

'Get up, d.a.m.n you! You want me to die?'

'You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!'

'Keep talking. What is your name?' 'Rhiannon.'

'Look at your father. Is he alive?' Cormac hoped he was not. He longed to let the burden fall; his legs were burning, his back a growing agony. 'I'm alive,' the man whispered.

Cursing him savagely, Cormac pushed on. They reached the pine after two tortuous hours and then began the long, climb downhill to the woods. The blizzard found fresh strength and the snow swirled about them, but once in the trees the wind dropped. Cormac reached the cabin just as dawn was lightening the sky. He dropped his burden to the cot-bed, which creaked under his weight. 'The girl,' said Anduine. 'She is not with you.' Cormac was too weary to curse as he stumbled from the cabin and back into the storm. He found Rhiannon crawling across a snow-drift and heading away from the cabin. She struggled weakly as he lifted her, then her head sagged on his shoulder.

In the cabin he laid her before the fire, rubbing warmth into her arms and face.

'Strip her clothes away,' ordered Anduine, but Cormac's cold fingers fumbled with the leather ties and she came to his aid. He removed his own clothes and sat by the fire wrapped in a warm blanket, staring into the flames.

'Move away,' Anduine said. 'Let the heat reach her.' Cormac turned and saw the naked girl.

She was blonde and slim, with an oval face and a jaw that was too strong to be feminine.

'Help me,' asked Anduine and together they moved her nearer the fire. Anduine pulled the warm blanket from Cormac's shoulders and laid it over Rhiannon. 'Now let us see to the father.' 'You don't mind if I dress first?'

Anduine smiled. 'You were very brave, my love. I am so proud of you.'

Tell me in the morning.'

Stepping to the bed, Anduine pulled the blanket clear of the injured leg which was swollen and purple below the knee. When Cormac was clothed once more she bade him twist the limb back into place. The injured man groaned but did not wake. While Cormac held it, Anduine placed her hands on either side of the break, her face set in deep concentration.

After some minutes she began to tremble and her head sagged forward. Cormac released his hold on the man's leg and moved round to her, helping her to her feet.

'The break was jagged and splintered,' she said. 'It was very hard forcing it to knit. I think it is healing now, but you will need to cut some splints to support it.'

'You look exhausted. Go back to bed - I'll tend them.'

She grinned. 'And you, I take it, are back to the peak of your strength?'

'a.s.sa.s.sins!' screamed the girl on the floor by the fire, sitting bolt upright. Slowly her eyes focused and she burst into tears. Anduine knelt beside her, holding her close and stroking her hair.

'You are safe here, I promise you.'

'No one is safe,' she said. 'No one!'

The wind howled outside the door, causing it to rattle against the leather hinges.

'They will find us,' whispered Rhiannon, her voice rising. Anduine's hand floated over the girl's face, settling softly on her brow.

'Sleep,' she murmured and Rhiannon sank back to the floor.

'Who is hunting them?' asked Cormac.

'Her thoughts were jumbled. I saw men in dark tunics with long knives; her father killed two of them and they escaped into the wilderness. We will talk to her when she wakes.'

'We should not have brought them here.'

'We had to. They needed help.'

'Maybe they did. But you are my concern, not them.'

'If you felt like that, why did you not drop your burden on the high mountain when you thought you were going to die?'

Cormac shrugged. 'I cannot answer that. But, believe me, if I thought they were a danger to you I would have slit both their throats without hesitation.'

'I know,' she said sadly. 'It is a side of you I try not to think about.' She returned to her bed and said nothing more about the strangers.

Cormac sat by the fire suddenly saddened and heavy of heart. The arrival of the father and daughter had cast a shadow over the mountain. The ugliness of a world of violence had returned, and with it the fear that Anduine would be taken from him.

Taking up his sword, he began to hone the edge with long sweeping strokes of his whetstone.

Anduine slept later than usual and Cormac did not wake her as he eased from the bed. The fire had sunk to glowing ashes and he added tinder until the flames leapt. Larger sticks were fed to the blaze and the warmth crept across the room. Cormac knelt beside the blonde-haired girl; her colour was good, her breathing even. Her father was snoring softly and Cormac moved to the bedside and stared down at the man's face. It was strong and made almost square by the dark beard, which glistened as if oiled.

The nose was flat and twisted by some savage break in the past, and there were scars around the eyes and on the brow. Glancing down at the man's right arm, which lay outside the blankets, he saw that this too was criss-crossed with scars.

The snoring ceased and the man's eyes opened. There was no sign of drowsiness in the gaze that fastened on the young man.

'How are you feeling?' Cormac asked.

'Alive,' answered the man, pus.h.i.+ng his powerful arms against the bed and sitting up. He threw back the covers and looked down at his leg, around which Cormac had fas.h.i.+oned a rough splint.

'You must be a skilled surgeon. I feel no pain. It is as if it were not broken at all.'

'Do not trust it overmuch,' said Cormac. 'I will cut you a staff.'

The man swung his head, staring down at his daughter by the fireside. Satisfied that she was sleeping, he seemed to relax and smiled, showing broken front teeth.

'We are grateful to you, she and I.' He pulled the blankets over his naked body. 'Now I will sleep again.'

'Who was hunting you?'

'That is none of your concern,' was the soft reply, the words eased with an awkward smile.

Cormac shrugged and moved away. He dressed swiftly in woollen tunic, leggings and sheepskin boots, then stepped out into the open. Icicles dripped from the overhanging roof and the slate-grey sky was breaking up, showing banners of blue. For an hour he worked with the axe, splitting wood for the store. Then he returned, as the smell of frying bacon filled the air.

The man was dressed and sitting at the table, the girl beside him wrapped in a blanket.

Anduine was delicately slicing the meat, her blindness obvious. Her head was tilted, her eyes seeming to stare at the far wall.

She smiled as Cormac entered. 'Is it a beautiful day?'

'It will be,' he said, sensing the change in the atmosphere. The man was deep in thought, his face set and his eyes fixed on Anduine.

Cormac joined them at the table and they broke their fast in silence.

'What are your plans now, Oleg Hammerhand?' asked Anduine, as the meal was finished.

'How is it, lady, that you know my name?'

'How is it that you know mine?' she countered.

Oleg leaned back in the chair. 'All across the world men seek news of the Lady Anduine, the Life-Giver. Some say Wotan took her, others that she died. I met a man who was close by when her father was slain. He said that a man dressed as a monk, yet wielding two swords, cut his way through the a.s.sa.s.sins and rescued the princess. Was that man you?' he asked, switching his gaze to Cormac.