home | login | register | DMCA | contacts | help | donate |      


my bookshelf | genres | recommend | rating of books | rating of authors | reviews | new | | collections | | | add

Chapter Forty-Six

The alarm bells continued to sound, and Kaeritha turned from her fallen enemies to face the audience chambers double doors. Foul smelling smoke drifted and eddied, and small fires burned where the reflected bursts of contending powers had set furniture and wall hangings alight. The walls, ceilings, and polished floors were pitted and scorched, and the windows along the eastern wall had been shattered and blown out of their frames. Bodiesseveral as seared as the chambers furnishingssprawled everywhere amid pools of blood and the sewer stench of ruptured organs.

The blue corona of Tomanak continued to envelop her, and she knew any priestess who saw itand who was prepared to think about itwould recognize it for what it was. Unfortunately, it was unlikely that most of the temples regular guards would do the same. Worse, she knew that although Shigus avatar had been vanquished, the spider goddess residual evil remained. Shigu might have been considerate enough to concentrate most of her more powerful servants here in the Voices chambers for the attack on Kaeritha. But she hadnt concentrated all of them, and even if her remaining servants hadnt hungered for revenge, they must know that their only chance of escaping retribution lay in killing or at least diverting Kaeritha.

Her jaw tightened. She knew what shed do, if shed been one of Shigus tools faced by a champion of Tomanak. She would feed the uncorrupted members of Quaysars guard force straight into the champions blades, and the chaos and confusion and the fact that none of the innocents knew what was really happening would let her do exactly that. Any champion would do all she could to avoid slaying men and women who were only doing their sworn duty, with no trace of corruption upon their souls. And if, despite all she could do, that champion found herself forced to kill those men and women in self-defense, the Dark would count that a far from minor victory in its own right.

But Kaeritha had plans of her own, and her sapphire eyes were grim as she kicked the chambers doors wide and stalked through them, swords blazing blue in her hands.

The bells were louder in the corridor outside the Voices quarters, and Kaeritha heard sharp shouts of command and the clatter of booted feet. The first group of guardsa dozen war maids and half that many guardsmen in Lillinaras moon-badged liverycame around the bend at a run, and Kaeritha gathered her will. She reached out, in a way she could never have described to someone who was not also a champion, and seized a portion of the power Tomanak had poured into her. She shaped it to suit her needs, then threw it out before her in a fan-shaped battering ram.

Shouted orders turned into shouts of confusion as Kaerithas god-reinforced will swept down the corridor like some immense, unseen broom. It gathered up those who were responding to what they thought was an unprovoked attack upon the temple and its Voice and simply pushed them out of the way. Under other circumstances, Kaeritha might have found the sight amusing as their feet slid across the temples floor as if its stone were polished ice. Some of them beat at the invisible wall shoving them out of Kaerithas path with their fists. A few actually hewed at it with their weapons. But however they sought to resist, it was useless. They were shunted aside, roughly enough to leave bruises and contusions in some cases, but remarkably gently under the circumstances.

Yet some of the responding guards were not pushed out of Kaerithas way. It took them precious seconds to realize that they hadnt been, and even that fleeting a delay proved fatal. Kaeritha was upon them, her blue eyes blazing with another, brighter blue, before they could react, for there was a reason her bow wave hadnt shunted them aside. Unlike the other guards, these were no innocent dupes of the corruption which had poisoned and befouled their temple. They knew whoor whatthey truly served, and their faces twisted with panic as they found themselves singled out from their innocent fellows within blades reach of a champion of Tomanak.

Tomanak! Kaeritha hurled her war cry into their teeth, and her swords were right behind it. There was no way to avoid her in the corridors confines, nor was there room or time for finesse. Kaeritha crunched into them, blazing swords moving with the merciless precision of some dwarvish killing machine made of wires and wheels.

Those trapped in front of the others lashed out with the fury of despair as they saw death come for them in the pitiless glitter of her eyes. It did them no good. No more than three of them could face her simultaneously, and all of them together would have been no match for her.

Those in the rear realized it. They tried to turn and flee, only to discover that the same energy which had pushed aside their fellows caught them like a tide of glue. They couldnt run; which meant all they could do was face her and die.

Kaeritha cut them down and stepped across their bodies. She continued her steady progress through the temples corridors, retracing her path towards the Chapel of the Crone, and sweat beaded her brow. Another group of guards came charging down an intersecting passageway from her left, and once more her battering ram broom reached out. Most of the newcomers gawked in disbelief and confusion as they were shunted firmly aside and those who were not gawked in terror as Kaeritha stalked into their midst like death incarnate, brushing aside their efforts to defend themselves and visiting Tomanaks judgment upon them in the flash of glowing blades and the spatter of traitors blood.

She resumed her progress towards the chapel, and felt a fatigue which was far more than merely physical gathering within her. Forming and shaping raw power the way she was was only marginally less demanding than channeling Tomanaks presence to heal wounds or sickness. It required immense concentration, and the drain upon her own energy was enormous. She couldnt keep it up long, and every innocent she pushed out of her way only increased her growing exhaustion. But she couldnt stop, either. Not unless she wanted to slaughteror to be slaughtered bythose same innocents.

Her advance slowed as her fatigue grew. Every ounce of willpower was focused on the next section of hall or waiting archway between her and her destination. She was vaguely aware of other bellsdeeper, louder bells, even more urgent than the ones which had summoned the guards to the false Voices defensebut she dared not spare the attention to wonder why they were sounding or what they signified. She could only continue, fighting her way through the seemingly endless members of Quaysars Guard who had been corrupted.

And then, suddenly, she entered the Chapel of the Crone, and there were no more enemies. Even the innocent guards she had been pushing out of her way had disappeared, and the clangor of alarm bells had been cut short as though by a knife. There was only stillness, and the abrupt, shocking cessation of combat.

She stopped, suddenly aware that she was soaked with sweat and gasping for breath. She lowered her blades slowly, bloody to the elbows, wondering what had happened, where her enemies had gone. The sounds of her own boots seemed deafening as she made her way slowly, cautiously, down the chapels center aisle. And then, without warning, the chapels huge doors swung wide just as she reached them.

The bright morning sunlight beyond was almost blinding after the interior dimness through which she had clawed and fought her way, and she blinked. Then her vision cleared, and her eyes widened as she saw a sight she was quite certain no one had ever seen before.

She watched the immense wind rider dismount from the roan courser. Despite his own height, his courser was so enormous that it had to kneel like a Wakuo camel so that he could reach the ground. He wore the same green surcoat she wore, and the huge sword in his right hand blazed with the same blue light as he turned and the courser heaved back to its feet behind him. She stared at him, her battle-numbed mind trying to come to grips with his sudden, totally unanticipated appearance, and his left hand swept off his helmet. Foxlike ears shifted gently, cocking themselves in her direction, and a deep voice rumbled like welcome thunder.

So, Kerry, is this after being only for those with formal invitations, or can just anyone be dropping in?

She shook her head, unable to make herself quite believe what she was seeing, and stepped out through the chapel doors two of the Quaysar war maids had swung wide. The temple courtyard seemed impossibly crowded by the score or so of coursers and wind riders behind Bahzell. Most of the wind riders were still mounted, interposing with their coursers between the remainder of the Quaysar Guards and the chapel. Two of them werent. Baron Tellian of Balthar and his wind-brother Hathan had dismounted behind Bahzell, and Kaeritha shook her head in disbelief as she realized that over half of the still mounted wind riders were hradani.

Bahzell, she said in a voice which even she recognized was far too calm and remote from the carnage behind her, what are you doing here? And what are youor any hradanidoing with a courser, for Tomanaks sake?

Well, he replied, brown eyes gleaming with wicked amusement, its all after being the letters fault.

Letter? She shook her head again. Thats ridiculous. My letter wont even arrive at Balthar for another day or two!

And who, he asked amiably, said a thing at all, at all, about your letter? It was his turn to shake his head, ears tilted impudently. It wasnt from you, being as how its clear as the nose on Brandarks face that youve not got the sense to be asking for help before you need it. No, this one was after coming from Leeana.

Leeana? Kaeritha parroted.

Aye, Bahzell said a bit more somberly. Shed suspicions enough all on her own before ever you came back to Kalatha from Thalar. Shed written a bit about them to her Mother, but it was only after you and she spoke that she was sending the lot of her worries to the Baroness. I was awayId a bit of business in Warm Springs as needed looking afterbut Id had a hint as you might be after needing a little help. So when I returned to Hill Guard, the Baroness showed me Leeanas letters.

He shrugged.

As soon as ever I read them, it was pikestaff clear as how Id best be on my way to Quaysar. Im hoping you wont be taking this wrongly, Kerry, but charging in here all alone, without so much as me or Brandark to watch your back, was a damned-fool hradani sort of thing to be doing.

It was my job, she said, looking around for something to wipe her blades on. Tellian silently extended what looked like it had once been part of a temple guards surcoat. She decided not to ask what had happened to its owner. Instead, she simply nodded her thanks and used it to clean her swords while she continued to gaze up at Bahzell.

And I never once said as how it wasnt, he replied. But Im thinking youd be carving bits and pieces off of my hide if Id gone off to deal with such as this without asking if youd care to be coming along. Now wouldnt you just?

Thats different, she began, and broke off, recognizing the weakness of her own tone as Bahzell and Tellian both began to laugh.

And just how is it different, Kerry? another, even deeper voice inquired, and Kaeritha turned to face the speaker.

Tomanak Himself stood in the courtyard, and all around her people were going to their knees as His presence washed over them. Wind riders slid from their saddles to join them, and even the coursers bent their proud heads. Only Kaeritha, Bahzell, and Walsharno remained standing, facing their God, and He smiled upon them.

Im still waiting to hear how its different, He reminded her in gently teasing tones, and she drew a deep breath as His power withdrew from her. It left quickly, yet gently, flowing back through her like a caress or the shoulder slap of a war captain for a warrior whod done all that was expected of her and more. There was a moment of regret, a sense of loss, as that glorious tide flowed back to the one from Whom it had come, yet her contact with Him was not severed. It remained, glowing between them, and as He reclaimed the power He had lent her, she found herself refreshed, filled with energy and life, as if shed just arisen in the dawn of a new day and not come from a deadly battle for her very life and soul.

Well, maybe its not, she said after a moment or two and with a fulminating sideways glower for Bahzell. But it still wasnt Leeanas place to be telling you I needed help!

No more did she, Bahzell said. All she wrote was what she suspectednot that it was after taking any geniuses to know what such as you were likely to be doing about it if it should happen as how she was right. He shrugged.

All right, Kaeritha said after another pregnant moment. But that still leaves my other question.

And which other question would that be? Tomanak asked.

The one about him and him, she snapped, jabbing an index finger first at Bahzell and then at the huge stallion who stood regarding her over her fellow champions shoulder with what could only be described as an expression of mild interest. She glared back at him, and then her eyes widened as she Saw the glowing tendrils of blue light that linked the immense stallion not simply to Bahzell, but directly to Tomanak. She opened her mouth, then changed what shed been about to say. There were some questions, she thought, that needed to be discussed in private first.

The question, she said instead, of what a hradaniany hradani, but especially a Horse Stealer hradaniis doing with a courser? I thought they, um, didnt like one another very much.

Ah, now, I dont think its my business to be telling that particular tale, Tomanak told her with a slow smile. He chuckled at the disgusted look she gave Him, then turned his head, gazing about the temple courtyard. There were dozens of bodies lying about, Kaeritha realizedall that was left of the corrupted members of the Quaysar Guard whod tried to prevent Bahzell and his wind brothers from fighting their way to her aid. Tomanak gazed at them for several seconds, then shook His head with a sad sigh.

Youve done well, Kaeritha. You and Bahzell alike, as I knew you would. I believe this temple will recover from Shigus interference, although youll still have your work cut out for you in Kalatha. My Sister will be sending two or three of her Arms to aid you in that work, but this is still a matter of Justice, and so falls under your authority and responsibility.

I understand, she said quietly, and he nodded.

I know you do. And I know I can count upon you and Bahzell to complete all the tasks youve been called to assume. But for today, my Blades, enjoy your victory. Celebrate the triumph of the Light youve brought to pass. And while you do, He began to fade from their sight, His face wreathed in a huge smile, perhaps you can get Bahzell to tell you how a Horse Stealer became a wind rider. Its well worth hearing! He finished, and then He was gone.

Well? Kaeritha turned to her towering sword brother and folded her arms.

Well what? he asked innocently.

Well you know perfectly well what!

Oh, Bahzell said. That well. He grinned toothily at her. Now thats after being a mite of a long story. For now, lets just leave it that while youve been off enjoying your little vacation in Kalatha and Thalar, theres some of us as have been doing some honest worka bit closer to home.

Work? Kaeritha repeated. Work? Why, you hairy-eared, overgrown, under-brained, miserable excuse for a champion! Ill give you work, Milord Champion! And when Im done with you, youll wish youd never

She advanced upon him with fell intent, and Bahzell Bahnakson demonstrated once again the sagacity and tactical wisdom which were the hallmarks of any champion of Tomanak.

He took to his heels instantly, and despite the carnage all about them, Baron Tellian, the other wind riders, and every member of the Order of Tomanak burst into laughter as Kaeritha paused beside a planter only long enough to snatch out a handful of ornamental river stones suitable for throwing at him before she went speeding off in pursuit.

Chapter Forty-Five | Wind Rider's Oath | The Gods of Light