‘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.
Chapter 38
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.’
She smiled as she saw the family picture in front of her. Beside Erienne, Denser stirred and rolled over, grunting as he sat up.
‘It seems such a shame to make you move,’ said Nerane. ‘You look perfect together.’
Erienne looked across at the half-asleep Denser. She saw his tousled hair, uncombed beard and his slack mouth open and laughed. ‘Are you sure?’
‘You know what I mean,’ said Nerane. She left the tray on a table near the bed.
‘What else did The Unknown say?’ asked Erienne.
‘The Dordovans are on the beach and spreading through the island. They’ll encircle us soon. The Al-Drechar shield is up and steady, everyone is inside the house and you need to move from here soon because the doors to the wing need to be sealed and blocked.’
‘Did he make you learn all that?’ asked Denser, looking down and noticing his daughter. ‘Oh, hello you.’
‘Hello, Daddy.’
‘At least I know why my back hurts so much,’ said Denser.
‘I don’t think it’s got much to do with Lyanna,’ said Erienne.
Nerane had blushed and was backing towards the door. ‘The Unknown Warrior says that next time he’ll send Hirad to make you get up.’
‘Incentive indeed,’ said Denser. ‘Thank you, Nerane. Tell him it won’t be necessary.’
The old elf left, closing the door quietly behind her. Denser looked deep into Erienne’s eyes and she felt a longing it would have been impossible to deny but for Lyanna between them. He reached out and put a hand to her cheek, which she covered with hers.
‘So this is it, then,’ he said.
‘Yes, I suppose so,’ said Erienne.
He nodded, his lower lip trembling. ‘Just remember how much I love you,’ he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
‘And I’ll love you, wherever I am,’ she replied.
Lyanna squirmed. ‘What’s wrong, Mummy?’
‘Nothing darling, nothing at all.’
Hirad placed the last of the Al-Drechar’s beds in the kitchen, near to the stove to enjoy its heat.
‘So did they get any of the assassins?’ he asked.
‘Three,’ said The Unknown.
‘Good going,’ said Hirad. ‘And no one got inside?’
‘Not that we know. But Ren thought she saw a flyer. We can assume they’ve seen the orchard and know the size of the house. The Al-Drechar said no one touched the shield.’
Hirad sat at the table and drew his blade, honing its edge on a whetstone he’d borrowed from the Guild elves. He felt alive. There was a fight to come, the odds were stacked against them but The Raven were always to be reckoned with.
‘So how long before they attack?’
‘Any time,’ said The Unknown. ‘They aren’t massed yet but it won’t be long. We should get to our places.’
Hirad checked the edge of his sword and, satisfied, stood and sheathed it, automatically checking his daggers were also in their sheaths. The door to the dining room swung open and the Al-Drechar came in, supported by Guild elves.
‘All right, ladies?’ asked Hirad.
Myriell gave him a withering look. ‘I had thought my days in the kitchen well and truly over,’ she said.
‘Well, we’ll try and keep it as brief as possible,’ said Hirad. ‘Then we can talk about my dragons.’
He smiled and waited for them to pass before walking into the ballroom via the dining room, a worry nagging at him. He’d tried to speak with Sha-Kaan but had found his mind closed. Either that or dead. He hoped
their rest would save them but he remembered Sha-Kaan’s weary mind the last time they had shared contact and feared the worst. How the Raven could do with their power today.
He shook his head and moved on, The Unknown limping beside him, having checked that the blocked entrances were as secure as they could be. Through the ballroom and down the corridor, the door to the Guild wing opened and Denser appeared, belting on his sword.
‘In your own time,’ said Hirad as he strode past.
‘Ha ha,’ said Denser.
‘I’ll ask the Dordovans to wait for you,’ returned Hirad.
‘If you wouldn’t mind.’
‘Hirad,’ warned The Unknown. ‘Come on.’
They carried on down the corridor. The Protectors were already on station and in the near dark Hirad could pick out one of the elves in the orchard, hidden under a fallen branch that had made an arch with the wall. Further on down the corridor, they found Darrick prowling, his sword as yet sheathed but his face taut with nervous concentration.
‘Morning, General,’ said Hirad, grinning, as they stopped by him.
‘Is he always like this?’ asked Darrick.
‘Always,’ said The Unknown. ‘You get used to it. Sort of.’
‘All ready?’ asked Hirad, feeling he ought to bring himself to order. He felt strangely lightheaded, the thrill of imminent action charging his mind and body. But he knew he couldn’t afford to be unfocused.
‘Just the door to the Guild wing to seal and we’re there. We’ve got a little breathing space, assuming we’re right about the bombardment. ’
‘Should the elves be out in the orchard?’ asked Hirad.
‘The shield bleeds over the near edge of the orchard and it’s a calculated risk we have to take. I can’t afford to be surprised there and I don’t want Dordovans seeing where our defenders are hidden.’
Hirad put out his hand and Darrick shook it warmly, doing likewise with The Unknown.
‘Just shout if you need more bodies,’ said Hirad.
‘And you,’ said Darrick.
The Raven pair moved on, walking as fast as The Unknown could go, across the entrance hall to where Ilkar was already waiting with Aeb and the Protectors.
‘We all ready?’ asked Hirad.
‘Spell shield already up,’ said Ilkar, his voice reflecting his concentration. ‘It’s covering the door.’
‘Good,’ said Hirad. ‘Now where the hell are Denser and Erienne?’
Lyanna sat on a chair at the end of the kitchen table looking awfully small and scared. Erienne was crouching by her, stroking her hair and whispering to her, trying to calm her. Lyanna was clutching her doll and, though she nodded occasionally, Denser could see her eyes darting continually to the Protectors, who stood stock still around the kitchen. He understood her fear.
He walked across to his family, past the sympathetic but slightly unfocused gazes of the Al-Drechar.
‘How’s she doing?’ he asked.
‘Just about all right,’ said Erienne.
Denser leant in and kissed Lyanna’s cheek. ‘You’ll be safest here, you know,’ he said.
‘But I want to be with you,’ complained Lyanna.
‘It’ll be dangerous out there, my sweet,’ said Erienne. ‘You’ll be safer here with Ephy and Clerry and Myra, don’t you think?’
Lyanna looked around the room her little brow furrowed. ‘I don’t like these men. Why have they got masks on? And why don’t they ever say anything?’
Erienne looked to Denser who raised his eyebrows. This was hardly the time to try and explain the Protector calling to a five-year-old.
‘They are special soldiers from where I come from,’ said Denser. ‘Don’t worry about the masks, they wear them to make them better at fighting and they are in here just to look after you.’
Lyanna nodded. ‘All right.’
‘Now listen to me, darling,’ said Erienne. ‘It’s going to be very noisy here and there will be lots of shouting and it will be scary. But you mustn’t try to come and find us because it will be very dangerous for you. We’ll be all right, don’t you worry. Will you be brave for me?’
‘I’ll try,’ said Lyanna.
‘There’s a good girl,’ said Denser. ‘Now if you get too scared, then go and cuddle one of the old ladies. They love you too.’
Lyanna nodded.
There was a crump which echoed through the house.
‘It’s started,’ said Denser. He knelt and hugged his daughter. ‘I’ll see you a little bit later.’
‘Bye Daddy,’ said Lyanna.
Erienne hugged her too. ‘Be a good girl and do what the masked men say, won’t you?’
With a lingering look at their daughter, they left the kitchen and ran to join The Raven.
‘On my order and not before!’ roared Vuldaroq as the solitary FlameOrb soared away to splash against a shield. He turned to Gorstan, who had been the lead mage in Arlen. ‘I want concentrated spells; I want as much of this house destroyed as you can manage but I expect you to stop before you exhaust yourselves if you are getting nowhere.
‘He may have been an idiot to cast early but it was an education, was it not? That was not a shield from any College I’ve ever seen.’
‘Yes, my Lord.’
‘Right. Cast at will. And remember, advise me before the last spells are away. I have an attack to order.’
‘Was that it?’ asked Hirad. ‘I—’
‘Wow,’ said Ilkar, rocking slightly and sensing significant movement in the mana. ‘Here it comes.’
A moment’s silence and then the spells thundered in. Like a herd of giant horses riding across the roof above them, FlameOrbs clattered into the Al-Drechar’s shield. Light flashed all around them, orange, yellow and white sheeting through cracks in the barricades and washing across the orchard behind them. The shield fizzed as it struggled to repel the attack. Hirad hunched reflexively, the barrage of noise hurting his ears despite his hands over them. It was deafening, shuddering the floor beneath his feet and rattling the doors in front and the slate over his head.
He turned to see Erienne and Denser running up and he managed a smile but couldn’t hear what the Xeteskian said to him, shrugging his shoulders and pointing at an ear.
Behind him, Orbs splashed down into the exposed orchard, sending flame scattering across the sodden trees, boiling away water and catching hold, crackling and spitting. Trotting to the barricaded doors, he looked out, saw no other trouble and jogged back, a thumb up in response to The Unknown’s look.
More light and a crunching sound as a spell breached the barrier, thudding into the roof. All eyes looked up anxiously but elsewhere the shield was still holding and the noise right above them subsided as the barrage died away, to be replaced by echoing rumbles to their right.
‘EarthHammer,’ said Denser. ‘They’re attacking the wings.’
Hirad’s ears were ringing from the attack. Behind him, the orchard was blazing in a swathe twenty yards wide and above they could just hear the sound of the one FlameOrb spell, eating at the wood and slate.
The noise increased over the wings. Vibrations rattled under their feet and the sound of a detonation echoed across the hallway, FlameOrbs exploding in enclosed spaces. In the first light of morning, the spell flashes were bright and stark, filling the shadows that still dominated the house.
‘Aeb, alert your brothers and Darrick. They’ll think they have an entry point,’ said The Unknown.
‘Yes,’ said Aeb.
A further flurry of spells smacked across the shield above their heads and then for a few precious moments the world was quiet.
‘Ready Raven,’ said The Unknown. He drew his elven blade and tapped it one-handed on the stone flags at his feet.
Seamlessly, they formed up. The Raven’s favoured chevron in the centre of a semi-circle that sealed the main entrance. Hirad stood to The Unknown’s right, Aeb to his left. Three Protectors stood to either flank and behind knelt the mages.
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�HardShield up,’ said Denser.
‘IceWind ready,’ said Erienne.
The doors shuddered under heavy impact.
‘Spell?’ asked Hirad.
‘No,’ said Ilkar.
Another impact. The doors creaked ominously. Hirad shifted his stance, grip moving on his sword. He could hear shouts outside and the running of feet as the Dordovan soldiers massed. Bring them on, he thought, letting the metronomic sound of The Unknown’s blade flow through him, bringing him the strength it always did.
‘This time,’ said The Unknown.
Third time, the battering-ram of a tree trunk crashed straight through the centre of the doors, sending splinters to bounce off Denser’s HardShield. There was a roar from outside, the trunk was hauled out of the way and in the diminishing gloom Hirad could see a mass of armoured bodies charging his way.
Through the gap flashed arrows and crossbow bolts, again ricocheting off the shield and, hard on their heels, FlameOrbs savaged through the broken entrance, splashing against Ilkar’s spell shield and setting fire to the wood surrounds.
‘Holding,’ said The Unknown, who hadn’t so much as flinched as the spells and missiles came in. ‘Here come the swords.’
And indeed, on the back of another pair of FlameOrbs, they did, pouring up to the doors and through, shouting as they came at the steady Raven line.
‘Erienne, as you will,’ invited The Unknown.
Behind them, Erienne stood. ‘Duck,’ she said.
The warriors did and the IceWind roared over their heads, smashing into the front rank of Dordovans, shouts cut off as they stumbled and fell, faces frozen in fear, fingers and weapons shattering as bodies struck the floor. The charge faltered and The Raven warriors stood.
‘Come on!’ roared Hirad. ‘We’re waiting.’
In they came. The Unknown’s blade tapped, dagger in his left hand. The tapping ceased and The Unknown brought his blade up, left to right, and thrashed it through the guard of the first man, catching him in his upper chest. His blade carried on through the man’s lower jaw, The Unknown’s strength stopping him in his tracks and sending his body backwards, blood spattering all over.
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