Nightchild

by James Barclay

  “Of course, my Lord.”

  “Excellent. Be about it then and take a rest yourself, you're looking a little tense,” said Vuldaroq, smoothing his robes.

  “Thank you, my Lord.”

  The mage flew away to one of the trailing long boats, Vuldaroq watching him go. He smiled and prodded the leg of the man in front of him with his foot.

  “Feeling any better?” he asked. “You know you really should stick to the land. Neither sailing nor flying are really your province, are they?”

  Selik turned a scowling, white face toward him.

  “Just see this bucket gets me there, Dordovan,” he slurred. “And keep your smart mouth closed.”

  Vuldaroq's smile faded and he leant in close but made sure his crew could hear him.

  “You want to be a little careful how you speak. Look about you, Selik. All this potential for accidents.” Vuldaroq tutted and patted him gently on the shoulder. “Hmm…So many Dordovans. Only one Black Wing.”

  “I thought you were the master tactician,” said Hirad into another tense silence in the kitchen. The Raven, Ren, Darrick and Aeb were seated around the table, empty bowls in front of them. In the dining room, Lyanna was dozing and watched over by Arrin while other Guild elves tended to the Al-Drechar who were asleep once again. In the store room where Ilkar had found the elves, they'd set up a bed for Thraun. It was much less than ideal but it kept him close and at least it was dry.

  Outside, the weather was closing in again. The wind was picking up and rain squalls thrashed at the house. It was an oddly comforting sound, following on the heels of a few hours of calm conditions which did far more to help the following Dordovans than it did the defenders. It had escaped no one's attention that the changes in the elements coincided with Lyanna's time with her mother and father followed by her sullen acceptance that she had to try and rest.

  With night all but full and Protectors patrolling the house and hidden near the landing beach, tempers had become frayed as the enormity of the task was relayed to them by Darrick.

  “Hirad, you could try and be a little more constructive,” said Ilkar.

  “But he's just told us that this house is practically undefendable,” said Hirad, pointing at Darrick.

  “No,” said Darrick patiently. “What I said was, it wasn't built to keep people out. It's a welcoming place, open and friendly. It's not a fortress and it would take us days to make it into one. What I'm suggesting is, in my opinion, the only possibility that can lead to success. If you have others, please let's hear them.”

  “You're the tactics man, you tell me,” snapped Hirad.

  “I have told you,” said Darrick quietly.

  “Well tell it to me again in a way that makes me think it isn't just going to be drawn-out suicide.”

  The Unknown shifted in his seat, the scraping noise of his chair entirely deliberate.

  “Night has fallen,” he said, his voice utterly commanding. “We know spies or assassins are going to be crawling all over this house any time now. So let me ask you this, Hirad. Do you have an alternative suggestion?”

  “No, but—”

  “Then shut up. Because we have to agree on positions, then we have to get a few hours rotating rest and then we have to fight all day. If we aren't cohesive, we'll be slaughtered very quickly and I have no intention of wasting Erienne's great work on my leg. Despite your worries, I intend to have more blood on my sword tomorrow than the rest of you put together.

  “And speaking of Erienne, I want her and Denser in a private room guarded by Protectors so they can enjoy what is probably their last night together. You are shortening that night.” He glared at Hirad until the barbarian leant back, sighing extravagantly and staring into space.

  Ilkar watched it all like he had watched it a hundred times before. And he knew what Hirad was doing. So did The Unknown. Just making sure they would do it right. It was just that he was not very good at expressing his concerns.

  “I want us to win this,” said Hirad. “And I'm sorry, Erienne and Denser, but I don't want this to be your last night because it means we're all dead tomorrow.” He pushed away his chair, grabbed his mug and walked over to the water pot, his boots slapping on the stone.

  “You know he's right, don't you?” said Denser from where he sat at one end of the table, with Erienne's head on his shoulder and his arm about her waist.

  “But we've argued this for an hour and there is no better way,” said The Unknown.

  “And he still needs a little more instruction on tactful conversation,” said Ilkar.

  That broke the mood, even Hirad chuckling as he refilled his mug. Only Aeb, there because he needed to relay any decisions to his brothers instantly, sat unmoved by everything.

  “Again, then,” said The Unknown, inviting Darrick to take them once more over the hastily drawn map that was weighted down on the table with various pieces of crockery.

  “Ready, Hirad?” asked Darrick.

  “Yes, General, sir,” said Hirad.

  “Come on, let's concentrate,” said The Unknown. “This is it, now.”

  “All right,” said Darrick. “As I mentioned earlier, we are not establishing our core defensive position until just before dawn. I don't want any more information than is absolutely necessary getting back to the Dordovans. We're assuming that they will know the position of the house, its entrances and might infiltrate the building itself, possibly through the orchard. However, Aeb has stationed Protector pairs at every critical entrance and the Al-Drechar have a shifting shield which should detect Cloaked incursion.”

  He cleared his throat and leaned over the map.

  “Right, as you know, it is here in the kitchen that we are setting core defence at daybreak. It's right for a number of reasons. It's dry and warm for those we're protecting and from every entrance in, we have a clear field of vision. The only direct way to the outside from here was fortunately blocked when the west wing collapsed and the ventilation windows”—he pointed up to a line of six horizontal hinged half-lights along the wall opposite the door to the ballroom—“are therefore our only truly weak point. Erienne is going to set a ward along the width of the windows before turning in tonight and it should have enough play to last the battle. Am I right?”

  “Yes,” said Erienne, lifting her head from Denser's shoulder and brushing hair from her face. “It's an explosive trap, focused outward to reduce the chance of harming anyone in here. The noise will also act as an alarm.”

  “I should mention that we're going to black out these windows to stop any passing flying mage looking in,” said Darrick.

  “You can see them happening by on their way somewhere else, can't you?” said Ilkar, his eyes full of humour.

  “Of course,” said Denser, picking it up. “Many's the time I've been out for a flight and come across a desperate last stand by pure chance.”

  Darrick rapped the table for attention. “But returning to more mundane matters like living through tomorrow, here's how the rest of it will work. I've established three defensive areas based on where I feel the Dordovans will attack. Firstly, the main entrance, the three side wings and the orchard. This is the widest and outwardly the most difficult to defend. However, access to the house itself is limited and fighting will be focused.

  “Should we be breached, the first fallback position is the ballroom with its doorways from the corridors bounding the wings and orchard. The last is the dining room and kitchen area but I anticipate holding them at the ballroom at the very least. Everyone understand so far?”

  There were a series of nods around the table.

  “The orchard presents a way to cut us off at the main entrance,” said Aeb.

  “It does indeed but there can't be a large incursion into it unless the main entrance or wing areas are breached,” said Darrick. He pointed at the west wing. “Because of the collapse of the west wing and the barricades we've added to ensure it is sealed, the only undefended way into the orchard is from above. That
means mages only, unless they are carrying soldiers. Whatever, it reduces the possible numbers and makes them vulnerable. Ren has agreed to station herself out there with the three Guild elves able to use bows most effectively. And we have Jevin to thank for providing us with such.”

  Hirad had leaned in and Ilkar watched his growing enthusiasm as, at last, he saw the logic behind Darrick's plan and could see it working.

  “So who goes where, then?” asked Hirad.

  “Five Protectors will stay in the kitchen at all times,” said Darrick. “The Raven plus Aeb plus six other Protectors will take the front entrance. We can expect spell and sword attack there. It is the widest front and needs the best shielding. Two more Protectors will provide rolling guard in the dining room and ballroom. I don't anticipate attack through the ballroom roof but I refuse to be surprised by one. A single clever mage is all they would need through there. Similarly, the dining room. We've effectively blocked the way in from the small anteroom with heavy cabinets, bramble and rock. Again, the dining room windows and doors are both WardLocked and blocked by a great deal of furniture. Also, as you've seen, access to that part of the rear of the house has been made very difficult by one of Lyanna's tantrums.” He smiled at Erienne and Denser.

  “We've brought our child up well,” said Denser. “Even her tantrums are properly directed.”

  “Finally, I and the remaining ten Protectors will guard the wing doors, act as a reserve and keep watching brief over the orchard,” said Darrick. “Any questions?”

  There was silence while they all digested the plan.

  “Communication will be vital, which is why I've split the Protectors. I know they're better in one group but this time I think we have to use their other main advantage.”

  “We agree,” said Aeb. “We will be victorious.”

  “We are one,” whispered The Unknown.

  Ilkar chose to ignore the remark though it sent a shiver through him. All this time and The Unknown still felt compelled to react as a Protector.

  “All this goes into effect after the Dordovans’ inevitable spell barrage?” he asked.

  “It was the first thing I considered in the defence but it doesn't affect our defensive areas unless our shield is breached in a critical area,” said Darrick. “The Al-Drechar think they can raise a strong enough shield but it will have limited coverage. No bombardment will be too long because they have finite resources but you can expect it to be fierce and focused. I've asked them to cover kitchen, dining room, ballroom, corridors and front entrance if they can. There will be some protection for the wings but the area I've described is big enough to keep them guessing and make them cautious.”

  “Any other questions?” asked The Unknown. Heads shook. “Right. Erienne, get that ward up then get away with Denser. Ilkar, bed now. Likewise you, Hirad and Ren. Darrick and I are taking first watch, the Protectors will rotate themselves. I don't need to tell you to be vigilant and if the Al-Drechar call, then jump. Right, let's get to it.”

  But The Raven didn't leave immediately. In an unspoken act, they'd all remained seated while the others withdrew, a deep silence covering the kitchen. For some time, they sat with heads bowed, contemplating what was to come and what it meant to them all, but more particularly, to Denser and Erienne.

  “It's difficult, isn't it?” said Erienne. They all looked up at her, still with her head on Denser's shoulder. “We've spent time coming to terms with it over the past few days but for you it's very different and we've neglected you. I'm sorry.”

  “Come off it, Erienne,” said Ilkar. “You have nothing to be sorry about. What you're about to do is something for which mere words of thanks are totally inadequate. It's a sacrifice so few will ever know of but everyone will benefit from. And I can do nothing but express my admiration on behalf of the whole of Balaia. You're dying to try and save countless numbers. It's extraordinary. Just extraordinary.”

  He stopped, voice catching. Denser smiled.

  “Thank you,” he said.

  “But there's more and we all feel it,” said The Unknown. “Erienne, you're our friend. You're Raven. And ultimately, we can't save you. That hurts more than anything.” Hirad and Ilkar were both nodding. “We've been through so much, all of us. And though we've lost people before, this is harder than them all.”

  Hirad felt their eyes on him. He shrugged and stood up and walked round to her. “I don't have any words. All I know is that we should say goodbye now because there might not be time in the morning.”

  He held his arms wide and Erienne launched herself into them, clasping him close, he crushing her as he returned the embrace. Her tears were flowing now and Ilkar could see Hirad fighting against his own. They stayed that way a long time before he released her. She rubbed a hand against his stubble.

  “Great lump,” she said. “You don't need words.”

  “C'mon,” said Denser. “It's time for bed.”

  Erienne turned to The Unknown and Ilkar in turn, hanging in their embraces and sharing whispered goodbyes with the Big Man. When she stepped away from Ilkar, she looked deep into his eyes.

  “I know you don't agree with the One,” she said softly. “But look after my little girl, won't you?”

  “Her and Denser, both,” said Ilkar. “I promise.”

  They watched Denser and Erienne leave the kitchen arm in arm before Ilkar spoke again.

  “Come with me you two. There's something I want you to see.”

  They followed him to the store room where Thraun was sleeping, his body shuddering sporadically beneath the warm covers. They gathered over him, seeing the face of the man they thought they'd lost emerging from his wolven side. It was a slow process.

  “What's wrong?” asked Hirad.

  “Nothing,” said Ilkar. “I just wanted to remind you both of something. Although we can't save Erienne, we can save Thraun. He's Raven too.”

  “Gods but I've never stopped to think about it,” said The Unknown. “Ever since I woke up, we've been so busy…It's unbelievable, isn't it? Him being back, I mean.”

  He straightened and Ilkar and Hirad turned to face him.

  “Just think about it a moment,” he continued. “What must have been going through his mind as a wolf. Compelled to do things he couldn't really comprehend but that he knew were right. And he lost his family doing it.”

  “So he turned to us again,” said Hirad quietly.

  “Yes,” said The Unknown. “Us. Think how he was when Will died. He'll blame himself for the pack too.”

  “He's going to take some saving isn't he?” said Hirad.

  “But we'll be there,” said Ilkar. “Together or apart, we've proved these last few weeks. The Raven is always there.”

  Hirad smiled and Ilkar could see that for the barbarian, there had never been any doubt of it.

  The mage assassin swept in low over the island. His companions had landed and moved Cloaked up a path from a hidden landing site not visible from sea level. He had chosen to risk being seen but considered the risk low. Beneath him, he could see and sense a decaying illusion and, ducking through its periphery, saw the sprawling mass of the severely damaged rambling mansion.

  In its centre, trees. Around its edges, cleared ground and at its rear, a water-filled rockfall that had been arrested only by the house itself.

  There was great power here and something innate told him not to fly any lower. They would be looking for him. Probably on the mana spectrum as well as by sight. So he circled just below the illusion seeing no light or movement. To a casual observer, the house was deserted. Indeed, there was a part of him that wondered if it wasn't. But there was nowhere else to be on the island.

  He swept back over the house one more time, logged possible access points in his mind and flew away back to the flotilla, trusting his sect mages to remain undetected as they carried out more detailed inspection of the terrain.

  It wouldn't be an easy fight but they would win. They had to. Dordovan magic depended on it.


  Sometime in the night, Lyanna had found them and crept in between them without waking either. But there she was when Erienne awoke, arms flung out to the sides and occupying far more of the bed than a small five-year-old should. Denser had moved all the way to the right-hand side and was in danger of falling off the edge while Erienne had moved her body into a curve to accommodate the little girl.

  It was an idyllic moment and tears fled briefly down Erienne's cheeks before she steeled herself, drying her face and moving down in the bed. She propped her head on one hand and stroked Lyanna's cheeks. There was movement in the house despite the fact it was still dark and Erienne guessed it would soon be time to get up.

  Their room was the first in the Guild wing and despite a little damp it had been comfortable enough. Outside, two Protectors had stood vigil and the windows were shuttered and locked, one of Denser's alarm wards placed across the frame. They hadn't been disturbed.

  Lyanna opened her eyes and smiled blearily at her mother.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” whispered Erienne.

  “It's still dark, Mummy.”

  “I know, but there's going to be lots of danger here today and I do so need you to be a brave girl.”

  “I'll look after you, Mummy.”

  “Oh darling, I know!” Erienne crushed her into an embrace and Lyanna clung on. Erienne could feel her agitation and worry. This was no place for a young child and the effect on her of the terrors to come was something Erienne would never have the chance to deal with. But right now, all Lyanna knew was that something was wrong and that everyone around her was feeling a deep tension. It would all make her very uncomfortable and insecure.

  A knock on the door surprised her and she jumped, disturbing the moment. Lyanna pulled away and Erienne sat further up, pulling up the sheets to cover her breasts.

  “Come in,” she said.

  The door opened and Nerane came in carrying a tray on which sat two steaming mugs.

  “Sorry to disturb you so early,” said Nerane. “But The Unknown Warrior has asked that you raise yourselves.”