Ravensoul lotr-4

by James Barclay

  ‘Yes, my Lord Denser. He is adamant that he must speak to you because he says the entire melde is in crisis, and should it fail, we will be yet further weakened.’

  ‘I see. And what have you told him?’

  ‘That you will see him as soon as you are able. As soon as the city defence is complete. He said that wasn’t good enough.’

  Denser chuckled. ‘I’m sure he did.’

  ‘But he was a little more cheerful when I left,’ said Brynar brightly. ‘His son had come to see him.’

  Denser went cold and clammy. ‘You didn’t let him in, did you?’

  Brynar’s face had paled. ‘W- well yes. He’s thirteen years old. What harm can he do.’

  ‘Idiot!’ stormed Denser, his mind tripping over a thousand things as he ran for the door and sprinted down the stairs yelling for guards to follow him.

  ‘What have I done?’ asked Brynar.

  ‘You have much to learn, youngster,’ said Dystran. ‘Jonas may only be thirteen but he is also Dragonene to the Great Kaan.’

  Brynar mouthed the word before speaking. ‘That matters, doesn’t it.’

  ‘Just a bit,’ said Dystran. ‘Just a bit.’

  At least Denser had seen fit to provide him with comfortable accommodation for his incarceration: a bedroom and living area with decent furniture and even a fireplace. The decoration was somewhat austere but that was the way of many of the catacombs beneath Xetesk’s tower complex. Since his abduction Sol had ignored the food brought to him and had found no time to sit. He had preferred to pace between the rock walls of his limited domain.

  His last conversation with Jonas nagged at him and his anger flared ever more brightly every time his demands to speak to Denser about the dragons were rebuffed. He cared little right now about the Garonin, travelling to the west or the dead. His boy was at risk and he was impotent to do anything about it.

  The door to Sol’s rooms was unlocked and opened. Sol ceased his pacing and turned to glare but his frown turned to a smile.

  ‘Jonas!’

  Sol ran to his son and hauled him into an embrace. Jonas hugged him back.

  ‘Are you all right, Father?’ he asked.

  ‘Never mind me, how are you? Anything more from Sha-Kaan?’

  Sol glanced back to the door. Two guards stood in the doorway, watching.

  ‘No. I feel fine, really.’

  Sol put an arm around Jonas’s shoulder and both turned away from the guards and walked towards the armchairs and sofa.

  ‘I have to get out of here quickly,’ said Sol quietly.

  ‘It’s why I’m here, Father.’

  ‘Those guards won’t move so they’ll see a doorway appear. Whatever happens, don’t break contact. Go with me when I talk to you. I’ll divert their attention somehow, all right? Sit here.’

  There was a chair with its back to the door. Jonas sat on it and Sol took the one at right angles to him.

  ‘So, how’s your mother?’

  Jonas shrugged. ‘Angry and panicking. Lord Denser has closed the gates of the city and forbidden any of the living to leave. The dead have been herded to the eastern parks and the mage quarter.’

  ‘What?’ Sol’s eyes widened. ‘Dear Gods falling, he really has lost his mind. This is madness. When did it happen, all this?’

  ‘Straight after they took you away. He’s speaking to the city in an hour or two, I think.’

  ‘Really?’ Sol stopped himself saying more. He raised his eyebrows to Jonas, who nodded and settled back into his chair. ‘A drink, Jonas? I’m afraid the cellar isn’t well stocked. Water?’

  ‘Thank you, Father,’ said Jonas, voice a little distant.

  Sol smiled, pressed his shoulder and stood up. Standing beneath a mirror near the door was a table carrying drink and food. Sol walked towards it, nodding at the guards and making sure he was interfering with any sight of Jonas beginning his contact with Sha-Kaan.

  ‘Thank you for letting me see my son,’ he said, pitching his volume just a little high. ‘It means a lot that I can calm him myself. Perhaps you’d like to remind Lord Denser he needs to speak with me if we are not to get into even more precarious a position very soon?’

  One of the guards shrugged. ‘I’ll mention it to Brynar, I suppose.’

  Sol filled two goblets with water, picked them up and sauntered towards the door. The two guards straightened a little and hands dropped to sword hilts.

  ‘You think I’m going to make a break for it? Old man, dodgy hip, son in a chair by the fire? Come on, relax. I’m merely offering you some water.’

  ‘You should come no closer,’ said a guard, sweating under his helmet, his expression anxious and embarrassed, as it had been ever since Sol had been here.

  ‘Fine. Be thirsty.’ Sol stopped moving.

  From behind him Jonas emitted a brief moan of pain as he made contact with Sha-Kaan.

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘Toothache,’ said Sol. ‘Funny thing, isn’t it? About me being in here rather than in a cell.’

  ‘Why?’›

  The question dripped suspicion. Both guards were looking past Sol, or trying to as his powerful upper body was in the way.

  ‘Well it’s the door, isn’t it?’ he said. He stepped forward and threw the goblets at the guards, who brought their arms up reflexively. ‘It opens the wrong way.’

  Sol dived for the door and slammed it in their faces. He sat with his back to it and jammed his hands and feet as hard as he could onto the stone floor, bracing himself for the inevitable.

  ‘Jonas, as quick as you like,’ he said.

  There were shouts outside the door. He felt the first impact against it. The door opened maybe an inch before his weight shut it once more. He had little time.

  Next, a double impact. One high, one low. Sol was shovelled across the stone a good way. Hands came around the frame. Sol put his shoulder to the door and forced it back hard. There was a pained cry and he heard his name being taken repeatedly in vain.

  ‘Jonas…’

  A thin white line had appeared in the air above Jonas’s chair. It described a horizontal about eight feet long before beginning to draw down both sides to form an opening into Sha-Kaan’s Klene, his corridor and resting place within the healing streams of inter-dimensional space.

  Sol heard a flurry of conversation outside the door and, echoing down the corridor, the unmistakeable sound of Denser’s voice. Sol braced himself for another impact but there was quiet instead.

  ‘That can’t be good.’

  The door shattered, its timbers cracking and bursting inwards. Sol was hurled across the floor, rolling and tumbling. Pain flared in his lower back and he felt the warm slick of blood at his waist. He came to a halt and tried to stand. The pain in his back intensified and he stopped, having to be satisfied with a stoop.

  In the doorway stood the guards and a mage. They had taken a pace but stopped. None of them was looking at Sol but beyond him. There was the sharp smell of wood and oil. Sol craned his neck. Sha-Kaan’s golden-scaled head was thrusting from the opening to the Klene. Inside the chamber it looked massive. It was as tall as a man on its own, suggesting the enormity that could not be seen beyond the portal. A bone ridge ran from between Sha-Kaan’s eyes and away down his body. That mouth opened lazily, revealing twin rows of fangs and molars.

  ‘Lie down, Sol, you’re in my way,’ he rumbled.

  Sol gladly complied, the pain in his back easing. Jonas was standing next to Sha-Kaan’s head, one hand resting on that portion of his neck that was visible.

  ‘Damn you, Sol, don’t do this.’

  ‘I have friends in all sorts of places, Denser.’

  ‘You will not obstruct our departure,’ said Sha-Kaan.

  ‘Xetesk and Balaia need their king,’ said Denser.

  ‘Locked up in the catacombs. I don’t think so,’ said Sol. ‘What they need is a way out. What you’re building is a mass grave.’

  Sol shuffled away from Sha-Kaan’s li
ne of sight and got gingerly to his feet. The blood was flowing fast from the wound in his back and soaking into his breeches. He felt a little light-headed.

  ‘You will come back,’ said Denser. ‘Need I remind you that your wife and younger son are still here.’

  ‘Need I remind you that if one hair of either head is so much as breathed upon, I will rip your fucking head off.’ Sol glanced at Jonas. ‘Apologies for my language.’

  Jonas shrugged. ‘We need to go.’

  Sol nodded and moved to the portal. Denser stayed the hand of one of his guards with a shake of the head and a knowing look.

  ‘One last chance for redemption, Denser. Come with us. We are stronger with you.’

  ‘Sorry, Sol. Xetesk is where true strength lies. I think I’ll stay where I’m likely to stay alive.’

  ‘If you remember one thing, remember this,’ said Sol. ‘The Raven never get it wrong.’

  Sol and Jonas stepped past Sha-Kaan’s head, the dragon withdrew it into the Klene and the portal snapped shut.

  Chapter 21

  With Jonas anchoring the Balaian end of the Klene, it was a stable, secure edifice. With him standing inside when the link to Balaia was broken, it became as a loose end of rope flailing in the gale of inter-dimensional space. Sha-Kaan did his best to moderate the buffeting but, with the Klene only tethered in Beshara, it was a bumpy ride.

  ‘I have to find safe purchase quickly or return to Beshara,’ said Sha-Kaan. ‘We are vulnerable this way.’

  ‘Who can you feel?’ asked Jonas.

  Sol and Jonas were each being held in one of Sha-Kaan’s front claws. The great dragon was being as gentle as he could but with each violent shift of the Klene, the claws tightened reflexively. Sol could focus on nothing. The pain in his back was immense and the shuddering and shaking of the Klene made him nauseous.

  ‘Old friends,’ said Sha-Kaan, and the wistful quality of his voice brought a smile to Sol’s lips. ‘The great Septern and Hirad Coldheart. So long dead it is both pleasure and pain to feel their minds once more.’

  ‘Go for Hirad,’ said Sol. ‘He’ll have Ilkar with him. We can work out what we need to do.’

  ‘I will see what I can do,’ rumbled Sha-Kaan. ‘His mind is not as tuned as once it was.’

  Even through his pain, Sol had to suppress a laugh. ‘Hirad, tuned? When did that ever happen?’

  ‘He had more ability about him than you know,’ chided Sha-Kaan.

  ‘I miss Hirad’s talents every day,’ said Sol.

  The Klene bounced once before ceasing its random movement. Sol breathed deeply, his stomach settling, his eyes able to focus.

  ‘I have him,’ said Sha-Kaan.

  The Klene was smaller than Sol remembered. Still grand with its huge fireplaces, Kaan crests, mural-painted walls and oppressive heat but somehow lessened.

  ‘What happened to all the drapery and antechambers?’ asked Sol.

  ‘We are not as strong as once we were,’ said Sha-Kaan. ‘We can no longer afford such excess.’

  Sol caught Jonas’s eye and saw the sadness there.

  ‘I am a very old dragon,’ continued Sha-Kaan. ‘It is inevitable.’

  Sha-Kaan released the pair of them and Sol felt at the wound in his back.

  ‘Jonas, come and help your father, would you? Tell me what you can see.’

  Sol pulled up his shirt at the back. Jonas took in a sharp breath.

  ‘You need attention, Father. That must hurt.’

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘Splinters of wood. Some quite big, really. Do you want me to-?’

  Sol felt a touch on his back and winced.

  ‘No, no. Don’t move them. I’ve lost enough blood as it is. Dammit.’

  Sol moved onto his hands and knees. The pain eased a little. He crawled across to the wall of the Klene and lay down on his side.

  ‘Hardly the heroic arrival I’d envisaged,’ he muttered.

  The main door to the Klene swung back. Fresh air flooded in. Sha-Kaan rumbled happily to himself and shifted forward a little way. Four figures appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the light. Others were clustering outside. There was a hubbub of voices. Sol managed a smile when he saw Hirad’s face. It might have been the face of a dead merchant but the joy in the eyes and the display of every rotting tooth in his mouth was the old Hirad, pure and simple.

  ‘Sha-Kaan,’ Hirad said. ‘Now here’s something worth coming back to life for.’

  He walked in and placed a hand on the tip of Sha-Kaan’s muzzle. Ilkar, Sirendor and Auum were just behind him. If Sha-Kaan was perturbed by the sight of his old Dragonene, he did not show it. The great dragon pushed forward fractionally, dumped Hirad on the seat of his breeches and laughed, a huge guttural sound more akin to a building falling than anything else.

  ‘Very funny, Sha,’ said Hirad, standing again.

  ‘It is good to feel you again,’ said Sha-Kaan. ‘The body is substandard, frail human, but your soul is every bit as strong. Well met.’

  ‘What are you doing here? The Garonin after you too, are they?’

  ‘They are failing to beat us on Beshara. But not here. You need help.’ Sha-Kaan inclined his head fractionally in Sol’s direction. ‘And your king needs attention now.’

  Sol waved weakly. ‘Good to see you lot. Ilkar, a little help?’

  Ilkar trotted over, leaving Hirad talking to Sha-Kaan.

  ‘The best help you can give us is torching Denser. Bastard traitor is going to kill us all,’ Hirad was saying.

  ‘Killing him will not solve your problem,’ said Sha-Kaan. ‘My Dragonene reaching a new safe dimension will. That will secure the future for us all. That is where we must focus our efforts.’

  Sol tried to raise himself to speak but his head was too foggy. Ilkar’s hand on his shoulder was enough to stop him trying further.

  ‘Don’t move, Unknown, you’re a bit of a mess.’

  ‘Will he be all right?’ asked Jonas.

  Sol nodded. Ilkar didn’t.

  ‘Ilkar is a fine healer. Watch and learn,’ said Sol. He caught Ilkar’s expression. ‘What’s up? A quick bit of wood extraction and some Healing Hands should do the trick. Easy for you.’

  ‘You don’t know, do you?’

  ‘Know what?’

  ‘Julatsa has fallen. The Garonin have taken the Heart. Nothing I try is easy any more.’

  Sol sighed and moved a hand to squeeze Ilkar’s forearm. ‘It all starts to make sense, doesn’t it? Sorry, Ilkar. But we knew it was coming, didn’t we?’

  ‘I feel empty, Unknown,’ said Ilkar. ‘Hollow. And the void wind is stronger now. I’m not sure how much longer I can cling on to this body.’

  ‘Try and keep strong,’ said Sol. ‘Look, I’ll be fine. Just bandage me up or something.’

  Ilkar’s expression turned to one of slighted hurt. ‘I may have lost my college but I think I can do a little better than bandages, Unknown. Now try and relax and don’t say anything. I need to concentrate.’

  Sol winked at him and settled down onto his front to give Ilkar room to work.

  ‘Sha-Kaan, we need to get the dead that Denser rounded up away from here. All Xetesk’s returned dead. Hundreds of them. Just outside the walls of the city is far enough. They have to be close enough to feel the souls of those who brought them back. Can you do it?’

  Sha-Kaan grumbled in his throat. ‘Travel without the beacon of a Dragonene is difficult. Tiring.’

  ‘We can’t leave them. They’re trapped in the city and right in the path of the Garonin.’

  ‘I will not know when I have travelled far enough,’ said Sha-Kaan.

  ‘Oh you will,’ said Hirad. ‘Because every one of them will start to scream when the pain in their souls grows unbearable. Then it’s time to stop.’

  Sha-Kaan considered for a moment. ‘Bring them inside.’

  Hirad ran to the door. Sol could hear him shouting for the dead to come in, not to be afraid. The latter would be difficult for the
m.

  ‘And afterwards. After I have ferried them to safety. What must we do?’ asked Sha-Kaan.

  ‘Find a Wesman Shaman able to perform the ritual of opening,’ said Ilkar.

  Sol coughed. ‘No.’

  ‘What did I just say?’ said Ilkar. ‘Hold still and shut up. This is delicate, all right? Jonas, can you give me a hand? I need you to staunch the blood while I cast.’

  ‘Hold on,’ said Sol. ‘Hirad. I’m not leaving my wife and son in Xetesk to die.’

  ‘There’s no time, Unknown; you know that.’

  Sol tensed. ‘Then we have to make time. I’m not sacrificing my life until I know my family will be safe.’

  ‘What are you talking about, Father?’

  Sol closed his eyes, cursing himself for a fool.

  ‘Father?’

  ‘Do you trust me, Jonas?’

  ‘I love you, Father. I won’t let you die.’

  Sol blinked back his tears. ‘Trust me now. Help me. Be brave and be strong. We have a lot of work to do.’

  Jonas nodded but there was confusion in his face. ‘Tell me what to do.’

  Hirad was walking back into the Klene. The dead were following him, albeit rather reluctantly.

  ‘Sol.’ It was Auum.

  ‘Yes, my friend.’

  ‘I will find your wife and son. I will see them to safety. Don’t go back to the inn. Come east. Seek me.’

  Sol nodded, wincing as Ilkar probed his injury a little roughly.

  ‘I am in your debt.’

  Auum bowed. ‘Any debt was repaid a very long time ago.’

  The TaiGethen leader turned and trotted out of the Klene, hurrying the last of the dead inside, where they stood in fear, crowding as far from Sha-Kaan as they could. Behind them the Klene door clunked shut.

  ‘Hang on,’ said Hirad. ‘We’re going for a little ride.’

  ‘Now is the time of our greatest peril.’

  Denser’s voice boomed out from the top of his tower. The Intonation spells turned every flat surface into an amplifier for his words. His voice carried out over the college, across the apron and into the wider city beyond. He was a just a speck from Diera’s vantage point just inside the college gates. She hadn’t wanted to hear him but knew she had to. Young Hirad, holding her hand tight, was at her side, and she hadn’t missed the positioning of three college guards nearby. Life with Sol had taught her many and varied things.