Part 32 (1/2)

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Eric had a dream that Siel was dead, so convincing he was shocked when he woke in the snug little drake den, enveloped in Case's warmth and snoring. There'd be no more sleep. He was left to wonder if the dream had been her spirit saying goodbye. It had been so convincing that tears p.r.i.c.ked his eyes.

Aziel had forgotten her pride rather, set it down for a moment and lay huddled close to him as though he could protect her from what she saw in her nightmares. He thought it likely she saw Shadow, still. And he wondered why she forgave him for looking like Shadow, when Siel hadn't.

When daylight came, Eric stood at the cave mouth and gazed at the white dragon-shaped castle they would surely reach today, if Case flew there directly. The airs about it took his breath away when he willed himself to see the magic in them: giant cartwheeling arms of colour turned slowly in the vague shape of a star, so big its upper points surely sc.r.a.ped the sky's white roof.

He guessed at what it was: power gathering itself about the G.o.d being made, the G.o.d named Vous. And my fate is tied up in his, Eric thought, startled as though this were a new idea. In a way it was new; he had tried to believe it was indeed sheer chance that made it true, but suddenly other possibilities invited him: he really was some kind of saviour, had been all along, a hero from the comics he'd once escaped into after a hard day at the office. It was no accident he was here in Levaal after all ...

That was absurd. But wasn't all the rest of it just as absurd? He sought for mundane memories of his old life to dispel it all, evidence for the case his being here was all coincidence. But he could find nothing to do it. His mind was blank, as though that old life had never happened, or had been a dream, now murk slipping like sand through memory's fingers.

Loup stumbled past him through the cave's mouth, sent a spray of urine over the ledge, rocking back and forth on his feet as if he felt himself immune to the gravity wis.h.i.+ng to pull him into the abyss beneath. It had become quite apparent he was proud to have a powerful urinary stream at his age, just as he was proud of the fit torso so eagerly displayed with all its peppering of white hair. d.i.c.k in hand he grinned a toothless grin at Eric as if to say, Impressive, no? then gazed at the distant castle. 'Spirits have my guts! Look at those airs!'

They both watched the slowly revolving star-arms without speaking. Now and then thin streams would flit from elsewhere in the sky and join up with the larger ma.s.s of powers; others would break off as though the streamers of colour were living things leaving a nest.

'No good's going to come of this at all,' sighed Loup. 'Ah well, let's get it done. We were never going to live forever, lad. Most don't choose their time either, but we have. Today's the day. Ready to fly, Case old man? Ready, Aziel? You're going home, girl. So are we, back to where we came from before our time in these prisons our bodies really are.' He wiped a tear from his eye and tapped his chest. 'Going to miss it in this cage. Up, Case old man. Time to fly.'

The drake got up, yawned, stretched its stiff wings with a sound of leather creaking, then lowered for them to sit upon his back. Aziel as she'd done every morning shooed the men out of the cave and spent ten mysterious minutes in there alone before emerging on Case's back.

The drake leaped into the sky and flew them toward their deaths. Whether that destination lay just around the bend as Loup suspected, or was indeed still some way distant, the castle seemed to approach at an equal pace.

They flew high enough that the Great Dividing Road was only just in sight. They pa.s.sed over the villages set aside for a select Favoured elite of loyalist workers and retired veterans, but as Case took them down a little they saw a curious lack of order below. The country about the castle should have been teeming with people and vehicles; yet the Road and the terrain about it were bare of anything but spot-fires burning and the littered dead. Patrols and guards were nowhere to be seen. The few people they saw moved as though frantically fleeing a battle.

'There!' said Loup, pointing at a group running across a field, converging on a fleeing man with a bundle in his arms. He had nowhere to run and they swarmed over him, his cries faintly reaching them. Loup patted the drake's rump. 'Take us down, Case old man, we have to see what goes on here. This country's the most peaceful and orderly in all the Aligned realm, or should be. Take us down, old man!'

The drake tilted forward, descended, and Aziel shrieked as in clearer detail they saw the attackers were wet with the dead man's blood. But it was their faces which made Eric want to join her in crying out, for it was Vous down there, a face Eric recognised with a jolt from the ghostly figure appearing in his bedroom, some time back. In his mind echoed: You are Shadow ... last sight, last sound ... my face, my voice ...

A group of Vous-things scattered from the drake's descent. A handful remained and turned their heads up. Eric felt their glaring eyes meeting his. One had the hunched body of an old woman, her torn dress bright red. Another was in army garb; a sheathed sword hung by his leg which he'd neglected for the use of fingers and teeth.

The drake set down in the gra.s.s and huffed a few breaths in an attempt to summon a menacing growl, but it sounded more like a wheezing fit. Aziel crouched behind him, hiding from the Vous-things' view.

The Vous-things fanned out and approached them with hesitant steps, hands limp by their sides, blood-slicked faces blank and vacant. When they got within a dozen paces, Case belched a glut of orange fire.

'Eric, speak to em,' Loup murmured. 'Vous made Shadow from you. He made these things too. Speak up, lad. Let's see what they do. It'll help us understand better what's going on.'

Eric clambered off the drake's back, 'I am here,' he said.

The Vous-things went still even the swirling wind which howled around them did not ruffle their clothes or hair.

Loup gasped at something he saw in the airs. Eric focussed on them too: a long groping strand from that ma.s.s...o...b..ting the castle had wormed over and now moved like a finger above each of the Vous-things, as if briefly debating on one to select. It lingered about the dead man the others had partly devoured. The dead legs twitched, the torso heaved in an effort to sit up before collapsing again. The strand of airs moved to the former soldier, through whose eyes poured a gleam of yellow light. Eric raised the Glock at its chest. High-pitched noise garbled in its throat. 'My daughter returns,' it said.

'I'm not here,' said Aziel through tears. 'Tell him it's not me.'

'Forget your daughter,' Eric said.

'Who brings her?' said the Vous-thing sadly.

'It's who you have waited for.'

'I have waited for myself.'

'You have waited for me,' Eric said.

'I once dreamed of creating beauty,' it said with quiet regret.

'You did. You created your daughter. She has beauty. I bring her to you. I am the one you have waited for.'

'My face. My voice.'

He swallowed. 'I am Shadow.'

The Vous-things hissed. The daylight dimmed. A noise like a whirring machine began from the Vous-thing which had spoken. Quiet at first, the noise built until within it a thousand voices shrieked, babbling panic and rage. It slowly built like a storm about them.

Loup crouched down beside Aziel. The ground heaved, making the castle itself seem to tilt for a moment as though it would fall forward upon them. With a noise like an enormous exhaled breath the five Vous-things lifted up, spun through the air with surreal speed and were drawn back toward the castle, the yellow points of their glaring eyes locked on Eric's own until they were gone.

Stillness fell again like an oppressive weight. Their ears rang.

Aziel covered her eyes with her hands and wept. 'Up, Case,' said Loup urgently, gazing about the countryside. He perched her on the drake's back and he and Eric scrambled on before Case took to the sky, through gusts of powerful wind flying laterally about the castle's face. They were close enough now that windows could be made out on its side like staring lifeless eyes.

'That wasn't my father,' said Aziel.

'It's not your fault,' said Eric gently. 'Your father is ill. He was ill long before you were born. We're going to cure him. I'm not from a ”rebel city”, I'm from Otherworld. You can help me, Aziel. Where should we go to find him?'

'My bedroom. I'll know the way from there.' After a minute she added, 'And when you say cure him, I know what you really mean.'

'And that upsets you, even after what we just saw. Do you think there's anything else to be done for him?'

'Maybe not,' she said, voice thick with tears. 'But you leave Arch alone.'

'We can't hurt him, neither of us. We can't hurt your father either. I don't know what we can do. This is a leap of faith.' He laughed. 'And it's a big leap. I've read of quests before. People usually have something specific to do, however hard it is. Or they have some weapon to use. We're not even that lucky. I'm going to go and confront a G.o.d or a wizard or both, and I'm armed no better than a policeman.'

The gun's weight in its shoulder holster felt rea.s.suring, nonetheless. When clouds permitted sight of the ground beneath, it was strewn with the dead. Loup told him for at least the hundredth time and for the last time that it was not too late to go back, but Eric barely heard the words. He willed himself not to see the wildly behaving airs and their storm of colour, but could tell from Loup's gasps and murmurs how intense the sight became as they plunged into the star-arms' outer orbit. The air seemed to fizz with energy, making their hairs stand on end. A part of the swirling ma.s.s Vous's consciousness, or at least a part of it had noted them, and watched them come.

They were among it now. Eric willed himself to see the magic again and found they were immersed in sickly colour. Each breath drew it into his lungs, spirals and threads of gleaming mist, the power of it making him dizzy. More than that, he felt Vous's direct gaze from somewhere nearby, which barely comprehended anything it fell on, but now had fallen on him. Sadness poured through the air, infinite sadness. Eric went dizzy, saw oceans of tears turned to blood in a heaving tide, saw a hundred years of forlorn dreams, a barren forest of dead grey husks where all life had departed, the sound of weeping, weeping, weeping ...