Part 31 (2/2)

The Unknown's blade tapped on the stone in front of him, sending a chilling toll across the open s.p.a.ce while his mind cleared for battle.

Ilkar grabbed the flaps of his own leather jerkin and pulled them apart, daring Rebraal to kill him. Hirad watched Rebraal's eyes narrow, heard his words grate out and saw his gesture ordering Ilkar aside. Ilkar shook his head. Laid down the same challenge again. One word Hirad heard this time as clear as a bell at dawn. Raven.

The brothers stared at each other. Rebraal's eyes didn't flinch and didn't blink. The forest around them faded in Hirad's consciousness. All he could hear was the sound of The Unknown's sword tapping on stone, all he could see were the two elves in a stand-off that would decide The Raven's fate. He felt a drip of sweat run down his back and gripped his sword tighter, aware of his slick palm.

In front of him Ilkar was perfectly still, his nerve not faltering. He spoke again, quietly now into the relative silence. His words carried utter determination. Rebraal said nothing in response but there was a flicker across his face. He glanced briefly at The Raven, back to Ilkar and nodded once, curtly, before spinning on his heel and taking the Al-Arynaar into the temple.

Ilkar turned to The Raven, his face pale but a smile spreading across his face.

'Thank you,' he said. 'We're safe for now.'

's.h.i.+eld down,' said Erienne.

The Raven surrounded Ilkar. He was shaking now and he put his face in his hands.

'Oh G.o.ds, it's bad,' he said.

'What is?' asked Hirad.

'Give me a moment,' said Ilkar.

'What have they gone to do?' asked Hirad, flicking his head at the departed Al-Arynaar.

'Pray,' said Ilkar. 'And if you had any sense, you'd be doing the same.'

Chapter 29.

The bandages boiled once again in the mugs above a small fire consisting mainly of embers. Smoke spiralled into the bright dawn sky, cloud clearing after the latest burst of rain. Yron had made Ben-Foran as comfortable as he could in a cut-in above the sloping banks of the River Shorth late the night before, after walking into the evening only because Ben had dredged energy from somewhere and didn't want to stop.

Yron had boiled the blood-soaked bandages that night and replaced them, and now he was repeating the procedure he still refused to believe was futile. But Ben was dying. The fact would have been obvious to a blind man. His night had been full of delusions. He'd cried out and Yron had forgone any rest to be at his side, to soothe his fears. Infection was setting in quickly despite Yron's best efforts and his knowledge of rainforest herbs.

He'd been without food too. They both had, existing only by chewing on the sc.r.a.ped bark and leaves of guarana, which provided basic energy. It had to be enough. They didn't have the time or the energy to hunt, or forage for anything other than medicinal plants.

And Yron himself was beginning to succ.u.mb. His bites from the piranha weren't healing and the insects had done their work too. He thought he might make it back to the s.h.i.+p but only if he was unenc.u.mbered. Trouble was, there was no way he was leaving Ben.

While the bandages bubbled, he fed Ben guarana and made him drink menispere to fight the fever. He laid boiled leaves of the same plant on his horrible leg wounds, apologising for the thousandth time as the pain ravaged his lieutenant. But as usual Ben didn't cry out or complain. Indeed he even managed a smile.

Throughout the previous day, as they'd walked with agonising slowness along the banks of the river, Yron's admiration for the young man had grown. His spirit was amazing. Unquenchable. He remained as alert as he could. He still talked, still wanted to learn. Even for a determined soldier like Yron, it was truly inspirational. Ben would be a great leader of men. Would have been.

'You respect them, don't you?' asked Ben suddenly, his words coming through short breaths.

'The elves?'

'The ones chasing us.'

'Oh yes,' said Yron. 'Their skill is extraordinary.'

'They will catch us, won't they?'

'Yes,' said Yron. 'Unless our luck holds, that is. Hard to think we've been lucky so far, but we have. They are utterly ruthless and we have committed a crime that carries the death penalty in their eyes. If they do catch up with us, there'll be no mercy shown.'

'So why do you think they haven't caught us yet?' asked Ben.

'Because they aren't absolutely certain where we're going. When they know, they'll move.' Yron stirred the bandages and began hooking them out. 'And that's the game for us and for anyone else still alive out there if they did but know it. Keep the TaiGethen guessing, keep alive. Simple.'

But it wasn't. Soon, if not already, the TaiGethen would know their exact destination and the ClawBound would confirm it.

'You ready to go?' he asked.

Ben laughed, coughing at the same time. 'Never better, sir. Get the bandages on and let's run.'

'Whatever you say, son.'

Auum completed the prayers and stood, his Tai around him. They turned to the small fire and unwrapped the fish that had been cooking in its embers. Swallowing the succulent flesh, Auum's mood darkened. There were mages out there with the running strangers and though ClawBound and a full Tai had attacked a camp of four, they had not found the mage and the writings were still with him. A scouring of the camp had revealed nothing.

Elsewhere, a mage s.h.i.+elded another band of desecrators from the eyes of the panthers and the TaiGethen. But the two groups with no magical support were caught and dead, their prizes given up and even now being returned to Aryndeneth. But the mages worried him. Because mages could fly faster than a panther could run and a TaiGethen cell track. And on his own, with no companions to protect, a mage might well choose that option. It all depended on his energy in the stamina-sapping conditions of the rainforest.

'Is there a ClawBound near?' he asked.

'Yes,' said Duele.

'Bring them.'

Auum sorted more fish from the fire while Duele was gone and took one of the fresh catch from the pole resting against the tree at his back. He laid it on the ground for the panther, which darted in to s.n.a.t.c.h it, retreating to the shadows to eat. Auum turned and handed the tall ClawBound elf the baked fish.

'We risk losing our writings and our artefact,' he said. 'You are certain of the direction of travel the strangers are taking?'

The ClawBound elf nodded.

'All the TaiGethen must reach the estuary by the quickest means. The Al-Arynaar must join us. And we will let the desecrators come to us. Tell your people. Spread the message. This must happen now.' He paused. 'And the man who is travelling the east bank of the Shorth. He is too clever. Kill him.'

The ClawBound nodded once more and looked at his panther. The big cat tore another bite from the fish trapped beneath its paws and walked over to him, muscle and bone fluid beneath its glossy black coat. Cat and elf stared at one another in silence, the communication that pa.s.sed between them in a language and form closed to all but the bound pairs themselves.

And once they were done, they disappeared back into the forest. Auum turned to the Tai.

'Yniss speed us to the mouth of the Shorth before our enemies,' he said.

Out in the forest, the throaty growl of a panther rose in volume and pitch, spanning the miles of land between it and its fellows spread throughout the northern sectors. The growls grew to a roar, climbed to a high-pitched whine and then descended back to the original deep guttural sound before repeating over and over. Within the complex of sounds, Auum knew the message was being carried to his people.

He led the Tai in prayer again before they began their run to the estuary.

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