Part 25 (2/2)

”If your servants had the courage of lice, no one would have known of our work until it was done,” Raihna snapped. ”As it is, I'll be cursed if I let my mistress work in vain.”

Her hand darted toward her sword but Conan halted her draw. ”No reason to harm this man. He did warn us.”

”That won't save us if the mob gathers before we can flee,” the swordswoman replied.

”No, but our friend can do more.” Conan turned to the innkeeper. ”I much doubt this inn has no hiding places or secret ways out. Keep the mob out until Illyana's done, let us use the secret way, and we'll make it seem you were our prisoner. If they think you're afraid of us-”

”They'll know the G.o.ds' own truth!” the man blurted. ”I don't know why I'm doing this. Really I don't.”

”Either you're too brave to betray guests or too cowardly to want your throat slit,” Raihna said. ”I care little. Now go downstairs and do your work while we finish ours!”

”Yes, and have some food sent up,” Conan added. ”Cold meat, bread, cheese-travelers' fare.”

”I'll do my best,” the innkeeper said, with a shrug. ”If the cooks haven't all run off as well!”

From inside the house a child screamed like a mad thing. Bora tried the door and found it locked.

”To me! Zakar, try your axe!”

The village woodcutter was one of the first men Bora had freed with the Powder. His head was clear and his body at his command. He came running, swinging an axe as if he would cleave not just the door but the house.

A few strokes shattered the door. Bora and Zakar dashed inside. Bora s.n.a.t.c.hed up the abandoned child, to find it a girl unhurt but witless with fear. As he ran to the door, he saw a basket of bread and smoked goat meat, also left behind in the family's panic.

”Zakar, take that as well. The G.o.ds only know where we'll next eat.”

”Not in this world, likely enough,” Zakar replied, shouldering his axe.

”But I won't go alone, because my friend here will eat first. I don't care if we face every demon in creation. There's no demon can do much harm with his skull split!”

Bora could only hope Zakar was right. Something was holding back the demons from the village, giving its people a reprieve. Most of them were now free of the spells and fleeing west. Could they flee far enough before the demons were unleashed again? Bora knew how fast the demons could cover ground.

Outside, Bora looked for someone to care for the child. It was a long search, for the village was now all but deserted. Those who remained were more likely to be held by fear than by magic, and against that the Powder had no strength.

At last two girls a trifle younger than Caraya appeared, leading an aged man between them. ”Here,” Bora said without ceremony. The little girl began squalling again as she was handed over, but Bora took no heed.

”Your own home's not far now,” Zakar said. ”We could be there and back before anyone missed you.”

”Ivram said he freed them at once.” Everything in Bora cried out to be Rhafi's son and not the village's leader, just for a little while.

”What he did will have to be enough.”

”The G.o.ds keep me from-what in Mitra's name is that?”

A cloud of dust danced at the far end of the street, where the village gave way to orchards. Out of the dust loped a stooped figure, a monstrous caricature of a man. In the green light its thick limbs s.h.i.+mmered.

One of those arms s.n.a.t.c.hed at a branch. Thick as Bora's arm, the branch snapped like a twig. A second branch armed the demon's other hand.

Brandis.h.i.+ng both clubs, it broke into a shambling run.

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