Nemesis mtg-2

by Paul B. Thompson

  There was no sound but the drip, drip of water from the flow-stone spigot. The humidity was such that Belbe's hair relaxed, and dew formed on her cool skin.

  "Rulership is imposed, not granted," she recited, as if reading a text.

  "Tyranny is imposed," Ertai countered. "Freedom is the will of the people."

  "Freedom-a lack of political or social control. Also known as anarchy, democracy, or mob rule."

  Ertai pushed away. He waded to the opposite end of the pool where a heap of towels and a dressing gown lay. He glanced back once out of self-consciousness, then climbed out of the bath. Belbe did not look at him. She stared blankly at the lapping water.

  "I forget who you are, where you come from," he said, even though she wasn't listening. "You don't understand anything but brute force, do you?"

  On a hunch, he read her aura. To his surprise, she was not so dark as Crovax or Greven. Belbe had a streak of violence in her makeup, but radiating outward from her physical self were the bright coronas of other attributespassion, intelligence, reason. The strongest force at work in Belbe was curiosity-an interesting discovery.

  Ertai tied the sash of the gown tightly around his waist. His fingers twinged from the effort, as if from rheumatism. Not fully healed, he mused. Perhaps he should visit Volrath's laboratory later for another infusion. That would make his studies in magical flowstone manipulation go much easier.

  "Good night, Belbe," he said.

  Still pondering, she didn't answer.

  *****

  Night fell, and Crovax allowed the army to halt its headlong advance. The Hub had completed a half-revolution that night, and wind from its motion whipped through the camp in heavy, humid gusts. On the horizon, the dark profile of the Skyshroud forest beckoned. Tomorrow the army would penetrate the forest.

  In his tent, Crovax received the reports of his scouts. Of the twelve condemned officers, only eight had returned from the forest to relate what they found. The other four entered and were never seen again.

  "Large sections of the forest are impassable, my lord," said one scout. He was coated head to toe in sticky gray mud. "The ground below the forest canopy is very swampy and entirely unpredictable in depth. I walked for a mile in knee-deep water, then without warning, stepped in a hole deeper than my head."

  "So the swamp is a swamp," Crovax said dryly. "Thank you for that valuable information! How do the elves traverse the Skyshroud? The hunting party we captured hadn't a speck of mud on them."

  Another scout saluted. "They use the trees, my lord. I saw bridges made of vines connecting tree to tree."

  "They may use trees for small groups, but I can't believe they use them exclusively," Crovax said. "There must be dry paths built up above the level of the swamp. I want them found." A jingling sound from the next compartment distracted him. He glanced that way and added, "Find me a way into the forest. I don't care if it takes all night, you hear? Find it!"

  The filthy, fatigued soldiers saluted and filed out. When they were gone, Crovax dismissed the guards from the door and sent his aides to inspect the camp. Once alone, he went to the large brass-bound hamper in the corner of the tent and threw back the lid. A thin scrap of tapestry inside squirmed. Crovax slowly lifted the cloth.

  "Hello," he said.

  He reached in and dragged out the elf prisoner, Valin. The youth's hands and feet were chained, and a strip of rag gagged his mouth. Crovax sat down on a pile of carpets and regarded his prisoner.

  "Do you believe in curses, boy?" he said. Valin could only grunt in reply. "You should believe-they're real. Somewhere in the distant past, my family was cursed by the gift of an amulet. My ancestors thought it was just an heirloom, but it held a captive angel inside, who served our family for generations."

  His tone was so measured, so reasonable, Valin regained his composure. He sat up with his back against the hamper, cradling his shackles in his lap.

  "Her name was-well, it doesn't matter. Suffice to say, I destroyed the amulet out of anger, and the angel was freed because of me. She fell under Volrath's spell and fought for his cause until I was able to find her again. We fought. I killed her… As my family's heir, my soul was bound to hers, though I didn't know it. When she died, part of me died with her. That was the curse, you see-that my life should continue only by the death of others,"

  Crovax poured wine into a heavy silver goblet. "At first I was devastated by her loss, but I know now that Selenia's death was a necessary part of my evolution. The overlords instructed me. They changed what seemed like a foolish tragedy into the source of my strength. I know now the path of greatness is strewn with corpses. I'll pave my way with as many dead bodies as it takes."

  He downed the wine in a gulp and let the cup fall to the carpet. The flowstone lanterns in the room dimmed. Crovax stood, his eyes glowing pale red.

  "They blotted out my feelings to cure me of my weakness," Crovax said flatly. "Funny, the changes carry over to so many small things… wine has no taste anymore. Eating is just exercise for my jaws. The only food I crave now is the life inside other living things. So far, I've only tasted life from the dying. Tonight I'll dine on the living."

  Valin's eyed widened in terror. He struggled to stand and run, even though he was hobbled by thick chains. Crovax watched him thrash toward the door. In two steps he caught the elf and seized him by the back of the neck.

  "It's an honor, really," Crovax whispered in his ear. "At least I know your name, Valin. The thousands who follow you will be as anonymous as cattle."

  CHAPTER 8

  FAILURE

  Four shadows slipped through the wire grass. Wrapped head to toe in dark gray cloth, they were armed with shortshafted spears, cut down to allow for fast handling in tight places. The four elves were going to a tight place indeed: the camp of the Skyshroud Expeditionary Force.

  Cardamel and his comrades Kameko, Darian, and Sanyu, dropped to the ground side-by-side a dozen yards from the picket line. Every few minutes a pair of kerl-mounted men rode by. In between the mounted patrols, two foot soldiers marched past in the opposite direction. Barely thirty seconds passed between the concentric rings of sentries. Not much time to run twenty yards and stop somewhere out of sight. "Let's take out the men on foot," Kameko suggested. Even close together, it was hard to hear each other. The wind was up and would stay up until the Hub ceased rotating.

  "The first riders to miss them will sound the alarm," Cardamel said.

  "So what do we do?" asked Sanyu.

  Cardamel eyed the long rows of tents. If they could reach them, there were plenty of dark places to skulk there.

  "We'll have to do it one at a time," he said. "Run straight for the tent line and hide until the last one crosses over."

  No one had any better idea, so Cardamel's approach was adopted. After the next pair of kerls clopped by, he sprinted for the tents. Massed campfires inside the camp robbed the night of its cloak of black, and Cardamel knew he was highlighted against the sky. He ran for all he was worth and slid to a stop between two tents, just as the paired foot soldiers appeared around the curve.

  "He made it," said Kameko. "I'm next!"

  Kameko sprinted into Cardamel's arms, and they hugged the dirt as the next patrol came by.

  Darian rubbed dust on his hands and crouched in the tall grass, ready to run. The cavalrymen passed, and Sanyu slapped him on the back.

  "Go!"

  Darian wasn't much of a runner, but he was a leaper. He was six feet from the tents when the foot guards appeared, so he gathered himself and jumped headlong into the shadows with his friends.

  One of the Rathi soldiers unslung his crossbow. "What was that?"

  "What? I didn't see anything," said his partner.

  "You didn't see something hurtle across, right there?"

  "No. What was it?"

  "I don't know. Kind of big-a bird, maybe." The soldier licked his lips. "Fresh meat would be great! We could roast it when we got off duty."

  He left the p
ath and probed cautiously into the shadows, bow leveled. His partner waited at the perimeter.

  "Hurry up," he said. "We'll be punished for leaving the path!"

  "Here, birdie," chirped the Dal soldier.

  Kameko rose up and snatched the crossbow from the astonished man's hands. Cardamel clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him into the darkness. Darian shoved a knife under the hungry soldier's breastplate, and he stopped struggling.

  "Come on," called the waiting sentry. "We'll get in trouble."

  Kameko raised the crossbow and put an iron-tipped quarrel through the second sentry's throat. Sanyu burst out of hiding, grabbed the dead soldier's feet, and dragged his body to the tents just as the next mounted patrol appeared.

  Cardamel thought fast. He donned the bird hunter's helmet and cloak, took the crossbow from Kameko, and stepped out into the open.

  One of the oncoming riders called, "Sentry! What are you doing?"

  "I had to answer nature," Cardamel replied.

  The riders snorted derisively. "Where's your partner?"

  Sanyu was ready for this question. He donned the other guard's helmet and cloak and stepped out beside Cardamel, shaking a leg as he went.

  "Ah!" he said broadly. "I needed that!"

  The riders spurred on. The two elves kept their faces averted under the helmet brims.

  "Peasants," said one rider as they trotted by. "Stick to your assigned route! You've seen what Lord Crovax does to those who fail in their duty!"

  "We know," Sanyu muttered.

  Before the next patrol came, the elves conferred. They had no choice. Cardamel and Sanyu would have to walk post for the dead sentries, or the game was up.

  "It'll work," Cardamel said. "Once you find Valin, come back here and wait until you see us march by-then you'll know it's safe."

  "How will we know which sentries are you?" asked Darian.

  "Wait at this exact spot," Cardamel explained. "Each time I march by here, I'll tap the bow against my helmet like this." He tapped out a ping-ping, ping-ping sound against his helm. "Then you'll know it's us."

  They ran to catch up to where the sentries were supposed to be, leaving Darian and Kameko to rescue Valin.

  The camp was very large, and the elves had to make certain assumptions if they hoped to find their brother elf. A prisoner held for interrogation would likely be near the commander of the army-Crovax, in other words. Crovax's quarters would be the largest in camp, probably in the center of the sea of tents.

  The elves made for the heart of the enemy camp, skirting bright campfires and small groups of moggs. The soldiers were dead tired from marching all night and all day, so most of the tents were full of snoring men.

  Kameko crouched between two tents and pointed ahead. The center of the camp was an open square, dotted with posts newly sunk in the ground. Several Rathi soldiers were tied to posts. Their bare, bloody backs were mute evidence of the floggings they'd received, no doubt for some petty violation of army rules. A tall Vec soldier with sergeant's insignia on his helmet was directing the distribution of water to the punished soldiers.

  "A provost! If we grab him, he'll know where Valin is," Kameko said. Darian nodded.

  They watched the sergeant tick off that each flogged soldier had received a dipper of water, then he rolled up his scroll and made to leave. The elves flitted between tents ahead of him, and when he turned off the main path to reach his bedroll for the night, they tackled him high and low.

  The sergeant fought, but Darian pressed a snakebone dirk against his windpipe.

  Kameko hissed, "Be still or die!" The Vec soldier stopped fighting but remained tense, ready to spring. "Where's the elf prisoner? Where is Valin?" "Elf prisoner?" repeated the sergeant loudly. Kameko nicked him with the dirk for being noisy.

  "Do that again and you'll have a second mouth in your neck! Where's the elf prisoner?"

  The sergeant smiled. "In Lord Crovax's quarters." His smirk infuriated Darian, who punched the sergeant hard in the gut. "Take us there! If you give us away, you'll be the first to die!"

  The two elves followed the sergeant to a complex of conjoined tents in the northeast corner of the square. There were no guards at the entrance. The sergeant ducked inside. Kameko and Darian followed, and Kameko pulled the sergeant back.

  "If this is your commander's tent, why are there no guards?" he said.

  "Lord Crovax doesn't require them." The elves exchanged looks. "Do you want to find him or not?"

  Darian shoved the sergeant forward. "Go on." The tent was a maze of flaps and canvas rooms. It seemed deserted until Kameko heard a sigh emanating from an adjoining room. Using the Vec soldier as a shield, he pushed into the room. The sergeant promptly stumbled over a body on the floor.

  "Kameko, look!"

  Stretched out on the carpet was the young hunter Valin, empty eyes staring at the ceiling. The sergeant had fallen to his knees, but in the center of the room, sitting slumped on a heap of carpets, was Crovax himself. He looked passedout drunk.

  Kameko knelt by the dead elf. There were no signs of violence on him, no blood, no bruises.

  Crovax did not react at all to the intruders. Darian rushed forward, ready to kill the enemy commander where he sat. His blade went up but froze there.

  "Kameko…"

  The elves looked into Crovax's face. A strange, rosy light shone in his open eyes, even though they were rolled back in his head. Thin vapor, like breath on a cold morning, trickled from his open mouth. His teeth appeared sharp, like those of a wolf or a shark, and his body was larger and stronger than it had looked when the elves had seen him for the first time back at Chireef. Worst of all, something was moving under Crovax's skin-small bumps in the flesh of his face moved about of their own volition.

  The forgotten sergeant threw himself on Darian. Down they went in a heap, grappling for the elf's bare knife. Kameko was about to help his friend when the seemingly inert Crovax grabbed him by the wrist.

  "Darian! Help!"

  Darian had his own problems. The Vec sergeant was strong and outweighed him by thirty pounds. Darian raked the Vec's cheek with his knife tip, drawing blood. The sergeant responded with several pounding blows to the face, and Darian saw the room swimming away in a black haze.

  Crovax lifted his head. He pursed his lips and whistleda slow, eerie tune. Kameko drew his knife with his left hand, but before he could thrust it through a joint in Crovax's armor, the enemy commander effortlessly crushed his wrist. Bones snapped and ground together, a sickening sound. Kameko screamed and fell to his knees, dropping his knife.

  *****

  Marching side by side in their stolen helmets and cloaks, Cardamel and Sanyu heard shouting inside the camp. All the cavalry on the perimeter turned and galloped down paths between the tents, toward the center of the camp.

  "What do we do?" Sanyu asked.

  "Keep walking. We're sentries-we can't leave our post," Cardamel replied.

  After much shouting and dashing about, a percher appeared, flapping its narrow wings and blaring the message given to it.

  "Assassins! Assassins have tried to kill the commander! Two elves are caught! More may be around! Stand your ground! Assassins! Assassins…"

  "We've got to get out of here," Cardamel said, throwing down the crossbow.

  "But our comrades-"

  "Our comrades are dead, and we will be too if we don't leave now!"

  They bolted for the wire grass. Twenty-five yards away, four kerl riders spotted them and gave chase. The elves split up, Cardamel running to the right and Sanyu to the left. Two riders followed each fugitive. Cardamel knew he couldn't outrun the tireless kerls, so after topping a slight rise, he whirled and drew the short spear off his back. He knelt on one knee and braced the spear with his foot.

  The first rider came tearing over the hill and plowed right into Cardamel's spear. The kerl made a flat, bleating sound and heeled over, greasy green blood gushing from its chest. The rider hit the ground heavily and lay
stunned. Cardamel planted a foot on the thrashing kerl's chest and yanked out his spear. The second rider hauled on his reins, twisting his beast away from the fallen kerl. Cardamel leaned back and cast his spear. It caught the cavalryman in the chest. His armor saved him, but the impact knocked him backward off the kerl's abbreviated rump. Before he could rise and call for help, Cardamel cut his throat.

  Running for all he was worth, Cardamel despaired. Kameko and Darian lost-Valin was as good as lost. He prayed Sanyu would evade pursuit and make it back to Eladamri.

  He ran more than a mile before he felt safe enough to check behind him. Wire grass whipped in the Hub wind, but there were no signs of further pursuit. Weary, Cardamel slumped to his knees. His bold plan was in ruins, and his brave comrades sacrificed. What a terrible farce!

  "Get up."

  He looked up into the grim face of Eladamri. Cardamel opened his mouth to speak, but the rebel leader cut him off with a curt wave of his hand.

  "Save your entreaties! You disobeyed me, Cardamel! How many warriors did you lose on your mogg's errand?"

  Mutely Cardamel held up three fingers.

  "So. That's the price we've paid for your night of foolishness."

  Just then a courier ran up. "Eladamri! Eladamri, a message from Tant Jova!" He handed the elf leader a square of cloth on which the Vec matriarch had penned a note. Eladamri read it and hurled the scrap into Cardamel's face.

  "Worse news! Your bungling has raised a general alarm in the enemy camp, and their cavalry have found the Vec warriors hiding at the edge of the swamp! All our preparations are in jeopardy!"

  Miserable, Cardamel drew his knife. He sat there, despondently fingering the blade. Eladamri took it away from him.

  "There's no point in dying now," he said evenly. "There's fighting to be done."

  Cardamel looked at his leader. "May I go in the vanguard?" Eladamri nodded, and gave him back his knife.