Part 18 (2/2)
There was another factor. The Northhounds. They felt his thoughts and growled, and Gerd leaned his ma.s.sive shoulder against Stark's side, to hold him.
The man in white smiled briefly. ”That instinct, at least, is too strong for you. They will not let you kill us.”
”Go, then,” said Stark. ”Take your servants and go. Let the people of Skaith see the Lords Protector for what they are, not G.o.ds or immortals but only seven old men cast adrift in the world. I will pull down this Citadel.”
”You may destroy it. You cannot destroy what it stands for. It will remain a symbol. You cannot destroy us, for the work we do is greater than our physical bodies. The prophecy is false, man from the stars. You will not prevail. We shall continue to serve our people.”
He paused. ”My name is Ferdias. Remember it.”
Stark nodded. ”I'll remember. And prophecy or not, Ferdias, you have served too long.”
”And what do you serve? The littleness of one man. For one man, you set our world in turmoil.” He looked at Ashton.
”He too is only a symbol,” said Stark softly. ”The symbol of reality. That is what you're fighting, not one man, or two. Go and fight it, Ferdias. Wait for the stars to crash in on you. Because they will.”
They turned and left him. He stared after their proud and stubborn backs, and the Northhounds held him, whimpering.
”You are a fool, Eric,” Ashton said, and shook his head, ”As Ferdias said, it does seem a lot for one man.”
”Well,” said Stark, ”before we're done, you may wish I'd left you with the Lords Protector. What made them decide against killing you?”
”I convinced them I'd be more valuable to them alive. They're very worried men, Eric. They know they're threatened by something big, but they don't know how big. They don't really understand. The whole concept of s.p.a.ce-flight and the Galactic Union is too new and strange. Really shattering. They don't know how to deal with it, and they thought I might be of some help to them since I'm part of it. I pointed out that they could always kill me later on.”
He looked at the Northhounds and s.h.i.+vered. ”I won't ask you how you did that. I'm afraid I know.”
”Of all men, you ought to,” said Stark, and smiled. Then he asked, ”How long ago did Gelmar leave, with Gerrith?”
”It was yesterday.''
”They won't have got far ahead of us, then. Not with Halk slowing them down. Simon, I know that the Ministry cannot condone the vandalism I am about to commit, but you won't try to stop me, will you?”
Again Ashton looked at the pack. ”Not likely. Your friends might be annoyed.”
Stark set about destroying the Citadel as well as he could, and it was well enough. The furnis.h.i.+ngs, the hall of records, and the great timber beams burned hotly. Most of the outer walls would be left, but the interior would not be habitable, and in any case the sacred isolation of the Citadel was gone for all time, as was the superst.i.tious awe that went with it He thought the destruction of the Lords Protector might be just as complete. He was glad, when he considered it, that he had not been able to kill them. They would have remained forever a potent and holy legend. The truth, when the people saw it, would kill them more certainly than the sword.
The Northhounds did not attempt to interfere with his burning of the Citadel. Their guardians.h.i.+p seemed to have been a.s.sociated only with the pleasurable aspects of keeping intruders away from it Stark stood with Ashton on the road outside the Citadel, watching the flames lick at the window-places, and he said, ”So far, so good. There is still Gerrith, and a long walk south, and then we'll see what we can do about Irnan and the freedom of the stars. Not to speak of getting ourselves safely away from Skaith.”
”It's a large order,” said Ashton.
”We have allies.” Stark turned to the Northhounds, to Gerd. What will you do now that there is nothing left for you to guard?
We will follow the strongest, said Gerd, licking Stack's hand.
And so you will, thought Stark, until I fall sick or wounded, and then you will do to me as you did to Flay. Or try to.
He bore them no ill-will for that. It was their nature. He laid his hand on Gerd's head.
Come, then.
With Ashton at his side, Stark set his face to the pa.s.ses of the Bleak Mountains and the Wandsmen's Road beyond. Somewhere on that road was Gerrith, and at its end, the stars.h.i.+ps waited.
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