Текст книги "The Raven Collection"

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Auum turned to the assembled Tai cells clustered under the overhang out of sight of any Xeteskian guard.

‘Climb in Tai order,’ he said. ‘Wait for those above you to clear the rope and only complete your climb when you are cleared from above. You know your moves. The walkway will be secured left and right before we begin our descent to the muster point. Tonight, we go to reclaim the Aryn Hiil. Tonight the wrongs that have been done to us will be avenged. May Yniss keep you safe, Tual guide your hands and Shorth take your enemies quickly.

‘Tais, we move.’

Auum swarmed up the centre rope, Evunn to his left. From the hooks, it was an arm’s stretch to the edge of the overhang. The architects had indulged themselves with a narrow ridge and simple carvings which rested below the crenellations. They were a great help.

Auum led the way, pushing off from the wall and establishing a finger grip on the stone ridge. He let go the other hand and hung for a heartbeat over the seventy-foot drop before swinging to double his grip and immediately hauling his body upwards. He reached up and grabbed a carved motif with one hand, one foot now on the ridge. His other foot joined it and he straightened, hugging the wall tight, waiting for Duele and Evunn to join him. Looking right, he saw Duele had beaten him to it. He smiled.

And now it began.

Not six feet from him, Xeteskian guards walked by, their voices soft, their boots echoing off the stone walkway. Between them and the TaiGethen was a last pull up onto the battlements, a slide across the outer wall, four feet thick, and a drop down to the parapet.

Auum could not deny he was tempted. Surprise alone would probably be enough. But he was a born rainforest hunter and instead employed one virtue that above all others kept him alive and ensured his success. Patience.

As though hanging from strangler vines high above the forest floor, the Tai waited. Each prayed to Yniss, each to Gyal, to keep the rain falling and the cloud dark. And each counted the patrols as they passed. The density of footsteps, the distance between them, and their direction.

Experience told them that the walls were sectioned for patrol between guard posts but tonight there was much increased activity. Whereas before they had had enough time to cross the walls and lower themselves down the other side between patrols, tonight, Auum counted three on their section alone. Two each of two men, one of three. And with the distance between the guard posts only a little over two hundred yards, their attack would have to be without error. So be it.

The Tai were ready. A patrol of two walked by, left to right. Auum counted thirty in his head and moved on to the top of the wall between two battlements. Evunn was beside him and both elves crouched hidden between two battlements, invisible from both sides of the walkway.

The second two-man patrol approached from the opposite direction. Auum could hear them talking. They paused to look out over the darkened land. Same place as before. They walked on, strides out of step, passing the two TaiGethen.

Now the shadows moved. Auum and Evunn dropped to the walkway, took a single running stride and grabbed their victims. One hand went over the mouth, the other clamped to the side of the head. They pulled back hard, heads snapped round, necks cracked and bodies fell limp.

They dragged the corpses back to the wall, boots dragging on the stone. Auum listened hard. No alarm. Not yet. Behind them, the two-man patrol walked on unconcerned, while ahead, the three-man patrol continued on towards their guard post and the end of their section. Along the well-lit walkway, he could see they had just a few yards to go. This was going to be close.

Duele waited for them on the sloping wall, grabbing the collars of both dead men while Auum and Evunn leapt up beside him. They arranged the bodies as best they could in the moments available, torsos leaning on the wall, legs straight and arms laid on the wall, hoping to project the illusion of two men looking out into the night. While Auum and Evunn hung onto the corpses, Duele unslung and nocked his bow.

The wait was long but it was always so when the trap was baited. They heard the voices before the footsteps. Auum could make out the odd word but the tone was jocular, at least to begin with. The urgency came when the dead men failed to reply or to make any move.

An order was barked. Pace increased and angry words were exchanged among the patrol. They were scant paces away. Duele tensed his bow. Auum and Evunn readied themselves, knives in their hands.

A hand clamped on the shoulder of Auum’s dead man. The TaiGethen leader blurred, swinging round the battlement and plunging his blade into the throat of the guard in front of him, bearing the man down and out of line of sight. Evunn leapt too, knife catching the torchlight as it whipped home. Duele stood and fired, his arrow taking the third guard through the mouth. There was the chink of metal on stone as he fell.

Immediately, Auum and Evunn took off after the last patrol. Still oblivious, the wind over the wall and their own words masking what had happened behind them, they were about to make their turn expecting to see their comrades walking towards them. How different it would be. Auum unclasped his jaqrui pouch and plucked out a whisper blade. In his other hand, his knife dripped blood. The patrol paused at the open door to the guard post, taking a cursory glimpse inside before turning.

Auum’s jaqrui flew, cutting through the night air, chopping over the smoke from a bracketed torch, the sound of its passage sibilant and menacing. Simultaneously, Duele threw his knife, the blade twirling end over end.

Fifteen yards away, the guards only had time to raise their hands in defence. Duele’s knife flew true, striking his target in the chest, piercing his loose-tied leather armour. He grunted and stumbled forwards. Beside him, his companion lost three gloved fingers to the jaqrui which chopped into his cheek.

For an instant, both were silent, disbelieving eyes locking with their assailants who were coming on at frightening speed. The fingerless man began to emit an agonised wail, the sound choked with blood and fear. The other made a grab for his sword. Duele drop-kicked him in the chest, driving the knife through his back. Auum cut off the wail with a blow to the throat and a hand clamped hard over the enemy’s mouth.

Silence again. Auum waited over the bodies, straining for any sign that they had been heard. At a nod, Duele edged to the guard post and looked inside. He closed the door and stood guard, shadowed from any casual glance up from the streets.

Auum trotted back down the walkway, waving Evunn to the other guard post. Only now did he consider the city. The walkway was perhaps five feet wide with a sheer unprotected drop to the black streets and buildings below. Across the city only watch fires and a few house lanterns burned against the darkness but he could easily make out the shapes of Xetesk’s college towers against the clouded backdrop.

The stench of the city was much stronger here and would be worse once they’d descended to the muster point, which had been chosen for its relative lack of surrounding population, sleeping or otherwise. The cloying odours of packed humanity mixed with the reek of fires, sewers and foundries. It was an affront. Only by turning away could Auum smell the open ground and distant trees. How these people could live this way was beyond him.

He crouched for a while at the edge of the parapet. Nothing untoward could be heard. He rose and ran to the access point on the wall. Ahead of him, Evunn had reached the other guard post. Again, the door was closed and his Tai stood sentinel. Auum tapped his knife on the stone and waited for the next Tai cell to join him on the walkway. Each elf carried a coil of rope.

‘Marack to the ropes; Ataan, put the bodies over the wall; Uvoll, I need these lights doused. Work fast.’

The cell split. Auum knew darkening the wall section would eventually draw attention but he couldn’t risk being seen from the streets now. Soon, the parapet would be full of elves. He tapped the wall again. The next cell joined him.

‘Ropes,’ he said. ‘Quickly.’

A third strike and the fourth cell made the walls.

‘Down to the streets. Secure the muster point.’

Auum turned back to the open ground and struck the wall a fourth time. The second stage was about to commence.

Chapter 14

‘Thank you,’ said Tessaya, raising his goblet high and draining it off in one long gulp, spilling wine from the sides of his mouth.

Beside him, Riasu laughed, refilled both their cups and the two Wesmen lords clashed them together before draining them again.

From the door of his tent, Tessaya watched the flames climbing high into the clear night sky. He could smell the ash and the burned flesh on the breeze. He could hear the terrified shouts for help and the screams of pain. And he could see burning men stumble outside their flaming tomb to be cut down by his warriors before they had gone two paces.

He felt nothing for those he had ordered killed. Not for the men he had never met, nor their puffed-up and astoundingly foolish leader, Devun. A man who had been so happy to tell everything he knew and make himself utterly dispensable.

‘What a treasure to have fallen into our laps,’ said Tessaya. ‘Thank you Devun, and thank you Lord Riasu for bringing him to me.’

He turned and strode back into his tent, an arm around Riasu’s shoulders.

‘Can we do it?’ he asked, dropping into one of the plush sofas. ‘Do we have the strength of arms and do we have the will?’

Riasu remained standing. ‘That we have the will is certain. It is in our blood to conquer. And the war council will sit here tomorrow. Then you will know if we have the strength.’

‘I would know more than dead Black Wings or the Spirits can tell me,’ said Tessaya. ‘Send scouts to Xetesk. Tell them to count everyone they see. Tell them to memorise the state of the siege. And, Riasu, tell them to be careful.’

Out beyond the plains grass that surrounded Xetesk, The Raven waited. Despite his convictions, Denser was experiencing mixed feelings. Sneaking into his home city and the college that had nurtured his talent so expertly was making him uncomfortable. Beside him, Hirad was itching to get going. The barbarian could barely contain his energy. It was a good sign. Inside, they would need a Hirad who was unstoppable and who would drag all of them beyond their limits. Never would the heartbeat of The Raven be needed more.

Erienne leaned into him.

‘Gets to you, doesn’t it?’ she said softly, one hand squeezing his knee.

‘Eh?’

‘Remember how we all broke into Dordover a few years back?’

Denser smiled. They had been after one of the Dawnthief catalysts and had only just escaped with their lives. Erienne had risked everything.

‘This is a different situation,’ he said.

‘Not really. The feelings are the same whether they are declared enemies or not, and whether we are stealing or reclaiming. Makes you feel a traitor, doesn’t it?’

Denser nodded. ‘Sort of.’

‘Don’t feel guilty about it, that’s all I want to say,’ said Erienne. ‘It’s only natural. I will forever love Dordover. It is the actions of a few people who have destroyed my loyalty but I have my memories and the hope the leadership will change for the better in the future. You’re the same. You grew up under Styliann, Laryon and Nyer. Remember them, for all their faults, and try not to fix on a loyalty you feel you should have but can’t recall.’

Denser looked into her eyes, saw the battle going on inside her and smiled.

He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, stroking her hair beneath the hood of her lightweight cloak. ‘I love you.’

‘What I understand is that you can’t afford to think of any of those bastards in there as your people,’ said Hirad.

‘Your tenderness is overwhelming,’ said Denser, turning his attention to the barbarian. Hirad’s eyes were bright and fierce, shining from the darkness surrounding them.

‘They will feel none,’ he said. ‘And you are Raven. We are your people. You no longer belong to Xetesk and you can’t afford to wonder why.’

‘No, that’s not it,’ said Denser.

Hirad shrugged. ‘Doesn’t matter what the reason, if you hesitate once, you’re dead and perhaps we all are. If you go in there with anything less than total belief, you won’t come out. And I am not losing another mage. Understand?’

Denser chuckled, patted Hirad on the shoulder. ‘You know I do. Don’t worry about me.’

‘I have to worry,’ said Hirad. ‘Like I’ve said before, it’s my job.’

Near them all, Thraun stood up quite suddenly, staring towards the walls. Next to him, The Unknown and Darrick made to grab his arms to haul him down but he was too quick, taking a couple of paces out into the grass. He growled, sniffed at the air, crouched and turned.

‘They talk,’ he said.

‘Who?’ asked The Unknown.

‘Listen.’

It was ahead of them towards the walls but left and right, not where the TaiGethen and Al-Arynaar mages were clustered. It was a sound they had all heard before but in the depths of the Calaian rainforest. Growing in volume, everything from low-throated growls to high-pitched yowls and whines, the ClawBound panthers let rip, bringing an alien resonance to the heartland of Balaia.

It seemed to echo from the clouds themselves, reverberate through the brush and bounce from the walls of the city. It was at once beautiful and terrifying, carrying with it the mournful quality of lands lost and the taste of great age and reverence. It sent a shiver through Denser’s body and Erienne reflexively tightened her grip on his knee.

Hirad added a growl of his own. ‘Didn’t they think we were playing fair?’ he demanded into the noise. ‘So they thought they had to announce we were coming, or something? Make sure everyone was waiting for us once we got inside to make a fight of it? Gods burning, have they no idea of stealth?’

Rebraal appeared by his left side, speaking for them all to hear. ‘Inside the city, that sound is clawing at every door. Let me ask you, would you rush outside, sword in hand, or make sure the bolts were across and keys turned in every lock? And those few ClawBound are doing something for you right now. They are diverting every eye on the wall. Now run and don’t stop until you can slap stone.’

Hirad chewed back his retort and stood. ‘You heard him,’ he said. ‘Raven! Raven with me!’

The Raven ran in fighting formation, The Unknown at the head of the uneven chevron, Hirad and Darrick to his right, Thraun to his left with Erienne and Denser behind the warriors. Streaking away in front of them was Rebraal, the Al-Arynaar skipping through the thigh-high grass as if it barely covered his feet while The Raven struggled behind, forcing the sinewy stems aside as they came on.

For all it was an effort and he felt as if he were running headlong into the teeth of death, Denser felt exhilarated. The damp air was fresh and chill in his lungs, the sheen of rain on his forehead cooled him and the rush of the grass around him, the breeze in his ears and his friends charging on ahead lifted his heart. He would have shouted but for the folly that would have been.

Panting and out of breath, he made the relative safety of the walls. The last TaiGethen cell was climbing a trio of ropes that dropped from the overhang high above, and the only people left were Rebraal, the Al-Arynaar mages and The Raven themselves.

‘Stealth,’ said Rebraal. ‘When you have learned what stealth means, Hirad Coldheart, then you can question how we do things. The tracks you have made through the grass could be followed by a blind man.’

The ClawBound communication was dying away to echoes on the wind. Denser looked back and saw the dark trails slashed in the grass.

‘Hardly matters,’ said Hirad. ‘Your ClawBound saw to it that they know we are coming.’

‘They already knew,’ said Thraun, voice a hiss.

‘You keep saying that,’ said Hirad, his voice quieter now the panthers were silent. ‘What do you mean?’

‘They saw the battle,’ said Thraun. ‘They knew we would be coming.’

‘He’s right,’ said Darrick. ‘If their commander’s anything like a tactician, he’ll have seen the change in plans today. Nothing we could do about it. We had to test them. But the mere fact of more guards on the walls tells us all we need to know.’

‘Yeah, but they won’t be expecting us. Only elves,’ said Hirad.

‘I’m counting on it,’ said Denser.

The Raven looked up at the ropes disappearing into the deep shadow under the overhang. While they watched, the ropes stilled momentarily, signalling the Al-Arynaar to begin their ascent. Not hesitating, three elves hauled themselves up the ropes, making a nonsense of the effort, their lithe bodies ideally suited to the task.

Denser frowned, feeling his heart beat a little faster. Beside him, Erienne shuddered.

‘Bloody hell,’ she whispered.

‘Now at the top, there’s a slightly tricky move,’ said Rebraal, as if describing a walk along a beach containing the odd slippery patch of rocks. ‘You’ll have to swing out to grip the decorative ridge then pull yourselves up. There are people waiting to help you so you should be all right.’

‘Should,’ said Erienne.

‘Hmm,’ said Denser. He breathed deeply. It did nothing to calm his nerves and the obvious option was already in his mind. ‘Sure is a long way up.’

‘And down,’ muttered Erienne.

‘Fair enough,’ said The Unknown. ‘Here’s the order. We’ll follow the last of the Al-Arynaar. Hirad, you go with Thraun and me. Darrick, you’ll guard the base of the wall until we’re clear while you two,’ he turned to Denser and Erienne, ‘are flying. We can’t risk you.’

‘You’re saying you don’t trust us to make the climb?’ Denser bridled in spite of the relief he felt at The Unknown agreeing with his thoughts.

‘I’m saying you aren’t sure you can. Tell me if I’m wrong.’

Erienne shook her head. ‘No, you’re not.’

‘Denser, once you’ve carried Erienne, bring up Darrick. He should be light enough, unlike the rest of us.’

‘I can climb,’ said Darrick.

‘That’s not the point,’ said The Unknown. ‘We can’t spare the time.’

‘Whatever you say.’

Denser felt a strong hand clamp around his shoulder.

‘Never mind, Denser,’ said Hirad. ‘We can’t all have the muscle and guts.’

‘Fuck off.’

Hirad chuckled.

‘I’m letting you fall if you slip, Coldheart,’ added Denser.

‘More pull-ups,’ said Hirad. ‘Build your upper body and arms a little.’

‘In fact, I’m going to cut the rope above you.’

‘Just leave him,’ said Erienne. ‘Don’t let him get under your skin.’

‘He’s already there. Has been for years.’

Denser tuned himself to the Xeteskian mana spectrum, pausing to see the multiple points of focus all over the city, from healings to wards to Communion. One more casting wasn’t going to be noticed. He drew in the simple shape for ShadowWings. The basic planar structure, feathered along one edge, was complete in moments.

‘Ready?’

Erienne wrapped her arms around his neck, he swept up her legs and they rose up the wall. Denser found his heart hammering in his chest. He kept looking up and could see elves on the ropes, swinging out into nowhere to grab the narrow ridge. Not for the first time, he was glad to have alternative means at his disposal.

He flew slowly, breasting the battlements at snail’s pace. TaiGethen were waiting there. Erienne unlocked her arms and was helped onto the wall. Denser descended again to watch The Raven climb.

He found them a little under halfway up. They were all very strong men. Thraun looked like he was born to it, Hirad’s teeth were bared as he surged up, hand over hand, and The Unknown, typically organised, used his feet as a brake on the rope while his hands found new grips.

Denser smiled to himself and twitched his position to fly next to the barbarian.

‘All right, muscleman?’

Hirad glared at him. He was forty feet from the ground now and the exertion was beginning to show.

‘Absolutely fine,’ said Hirad between gasps for air.

‘I had every confidence.’

‘I know,’ Hirad grinned. ‘I’m me.’

‘Yes you are,’ muttered Denser. ‘The Gods save us all.’

There were no alarms. Denser plucked Darrick from his unnecessary guard duty and deposited him on the wall next to Erienne before watching his friends swing out to the ledge, elven hands helping them as they pulled themselves up.

He landed next to The Raven on the walkway. It was darkened and almost empty of elves. Auum and Rebraal were seeing the last of the Al-Arynaar down the ropes to the muster point. The TaiGethen leader looked over to them and nodded.

‘Quickly,’ he said. ‘There is an alarm further along the wall.’

Denser took one look at the panorama of his city. A place he had loved, still loved, but now he had to class it as an enemy. He shook his head, picked up Erienne and stepped over the wall, dropping steadily. Slowly, the sights were lost to him. The market square, dark and silent; the Park of Remembrance, lawns now surely turned over to crops or grazed by livestock; the iron foundry, still belching smoke and flame; the grain stores, huge and solid and the reason Xetesk could survive famine and now siege. And finally, the seven towers of the college, their target for the night. They could not have chosen one more difficult.

At the base of the ropes, Rebraal was waiting with a TaiGethen elf. Denser was directed to the muster point, floating quietly past the bakery, cold and lifeless, a victim of the war.

Inside the empty house, the raiding party gathered. Denser dismissed his Wings and set Erienne down, moving slowly while his sight adjusted, the assembled elves resolving gradually from the gloom. Twelve TaiGethen warriors, six Al-Arynaar mages, Rebraal and The Raven. About to take on the Dark College.

‘Dear Gods preserve us,’ he whispered.

‘What was that?’ Erienne’s voice too was barely audible.

‘Sorry, love,’ he said. ‘I’m just imagining what we could face in there.’

If anything, the quiet in the house deepened still further as Auum walked in. He spoke briefly with Rebraal, translating for The Raven.

‘One final time, here is what we know from our nights of scouting. The Protectors are outside the gates. Most of the college and city forces are stationed outside the walls of the college. We expect those walls to be heavily defended, leaving little sword strength but much mage strength on the ground. Secrecy for the maximum time is therefore critical.

‘But, my brothers and sisters, never forget that we face a powerful adversary. Keep within the Al-Arynaar shield whenever you can. Let Tual guide your senses. We know what we must do and what we must find. Keep your Tais close. This is a jungle like our own; it will show you no mercy.’

While Auum led the prayers before battle, The Raven gathered together.

‘Think we’ll die in there?’ asked Darrick.

‘If we pretend we are up against anything less than we are, I think there’s every chance.’ said Denser. ‘And if the Julatsan mana flow fails again while we’re inside, the TaiGethen will be defenceless.’

‘Not sure you can ever call them defenceless,’ said Hirad.

‘You know what I mean.’

Around the house, the elven prayers finished. Denser looked into Auum’s eyes and nodded.

‘You know where to go,’ he said.

The TaiGethen led them out into the Xeteskian night.