Part 73 (2/2)

'And smell us too,' Irisis muttered. She could feel her heartbeat in her temples. They were going to be caught. They were going to be eaten eaten.

'Lead the way, Ullii.' Flydd murmured words that took the spell off the air-floater, restricting it to them alone.

The seeker led them on a meandering route, like a snail trail across a brick path. Most lyrinx appeared in her lattice, so she knew how to avoid them. Most, but not all.

No one saw the lyrinx and of course it could not see them. It came running from the left, hit the cord between Irisis and Flydd, stumbled and fell. The impact sent them all flying. The creature sat up, a shadow that seemed to be feeling its ankle as it looked around in the dark. It had no idea what had happened.

Irisis held her breath. If she moved, it would hear her. She prayed that Ullii would not cry out. She could hear the creature sniffing, trying to work out what was wrong. She hoped it could not pick up their scent in the tar-laden air.

A knife s.h.i.+mmered as though moving by itself. It disappeared; the lyrinx gurgled; she smelt blood. It toppled forward.

'We need to keep a better watch,' said Flydd, wiping his blade on the corpse.

They crept across an open s.p.a.ce, holding their staves in front to probe for pits and mires. Ullii's talent could not always pick out physical objects.

'Bog!' She stopped abruptly, extracting her little foot with a sucking sound.

Irisis caught a stronger whiff of tar. There were many tar bogs in this saturated ground. One step too far and it might take five minutes to get out again. If alone, you would never get out.

'What the h.e.l.l's that?' hissed Flydd, staring back the way they had come.

'Looks like an attack on the southern wall,' said Irisis.

'That's not part of the plan.'

'Maybe it's the Aachim.'

'It had better not be. That'll ruin everything. Hurry, Ullii. I can't hold the cloaking spell much longer.'

Irisis might as well have been blind again; in the next hour she saw nothing at all. Only Ullii knew where they were going, for she was navigating by her lattice. But knowing where they were going was not enough. She had to find a way to get there and that was harder than it seemed. Ullii's mind had a unique and tormented logic.

Fortunately, Flydd had an uncanny grasp of directions and had memorised all the maps they had of Snizort. 'We must go down,' he said as they crouched in the concealment of two spindly thornbushes. 'From the way Ullii's pointing, the location is deep underground.'

'We already knew that.'

'How do we get underground?'

'There are steps down into all the old tar pits,' said Irisis. 'And tunnels leading underground off them.'

'But which pit?' he mused. Flydd stood for a moment, then squatted again. His knees popped in the still night.

A light grew in the sky behind them. A flaming catapult ball swished overhead, to thump into the ground close enough that they felt the impact. Irisis held her breath but the flames went out.

'I thought you gave orders about not firing into Snizort tonight?' she said.

'I did. b.l.o.o.d.y rabble. No wonder we're losing the war. Let's try the main pit. Can you find that, Ullii?'

'Yes,' she said almost inaudibly.

It was easy to forget she was with them. They skirted sucking bogs and the edges of pits that quaked like jelly underfoot. They walked trails of sticky tar before descending 741 steps into the biggest of the many pits on the map; they entered a cavern or tunnel that had an eye-stinging, bituminous reek. Irisis could feel the walls with her outstretched hands.

Flydd stopped just inside. 'I'd expect most of the lyrinx to be outside the walls, in the battle,' he whispered into the absolute dark. 'But not all. There will be guards within the tunnels, and other lyrinx moving about. Maybe hundreds. We have to be absolutely quiet.'

You're making all the noise, Irisis thought irritably. She was desperately afraid of this place.

'I'm having trouble holding the concealing glamour,' he went on. 'We'll have to be quick. If I lose it ...'

They went forward. Most of the tunnels were unlit. Irisis had no idea where they were and she knew Flydd was just as lost.

Ullii saw clearly and moved steadily on. She saw the enemy too. Thrice she alerted them just in time and they huddled in a pungent crevice or dripping hollow while lyrinx hurried by. They wandered a maze of tunnels until Irisis, without touching her pliance, began to feel feel the field swirling all around her. She had never experienced that before. They had been underground well over an hour. the field swirling all around her. She had never experienced that before. They had been underground well over an hour.

'How far, Ullii?' said Flydd.

She did not answer.

'Surely the place will be guarded,' Irisis said.

'From what? There are twenty-five thousand lyrinx outside. How could any intruder get this far?'

'We have! And we guard have! And we guard our our precious things.' precious things.'

'Lyrinx are not like us. They do not steal from each other; they do not sabotage or vandalise. Besides ...'

She detected an ominous note. 'What is it, Flydd? What aren't you telling us?'

'You would not station guards close to a node-drainer. If they were there too long it would begin to ... disrupt disrupt them.' them.'

A memory flashed back. 'Like the way it disrupted the rock of the mine at the manufactory?'

A long pause before he whispered, 'Precisely.'

'So this is going to kill us. It'll take our bodies apart.'

'Not if we're quick. Jal-Nish survived it, if you recall.'

She took him by the shoulders. 'How long before it disrupts us us, Xervish?'

'How the blazes would I know?'

'Ten minutes? An hour? A day?'

'Maybe an hour. Maybe two. Depends how strong it is, and how close we have to get to it.'

She stood in the corridor, unmoving. 'Irisis?' said Flydd.

'So be it.' They continued, but shortly she stopped again, allowing the seeker to move around the corner out of hearing.

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