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Beyond the Mists of Katura e-3

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by James Barclay


  There was now space on the wall and Ulysan cajoled the first Il-Aryn to start. He bit his lip and looked behind him, seeing Oryaal back at the lookout point. Up in the sky the Xeteskian mages couldn’t fail to see what was happening.

  ‘We need to move faster,’ said Auum, coming to Ulysan’s side.

  Three TaiGethen were moving up after the first six Il-Aryn. The routes were close enough to be bridged by expert climbers, meaning each TaiGethen could shadow two Il-Aryn, but it still looked thin.

  ‘Do you want another route?’ asked Ulysan. ‘Next six, on the climb. Follow your friends — you’ll have arrows at your back in no time. Up you go.’

  ‘No, just push them harder. We’re spread thin enough as it is.’

  ‘If they can get close enough for castings then we’re helpless.’

  ‘I know,’ said Auum. He looked up. ‘Marack, move on up. All of you, careful and quick.’

  Auum’s heart was beating hard. There was a human expression Stein had used once, something about a rock and a hard place. It made perfect sense now. He couldn’t get the image from his head: of them all spread across the mountainside while the Xeteskians fired spell after spell at their backs, sending burning corpses down to disintegrate on impact. He shook his head. Someone was calling his name.

  ‘They’re advancing!’ shouted Oryaal. ‘You’ve got to climb faster.’

  Auum looked back at the wall. Less than half his people were on it and none of them was out of spell range yet. They’d missed something, they must have done. .

  ‘Stein!’ yelled Auum, hearing the name rattle off the mountainside. ‘Stein!’

  Stein heard his name called and flew back down from his vantage point on a small ledge where Tilman sat a few hundred feet above Hohan. Elves were swarming up the rock face but so many were still on the ground waiting to start the climb. He could see the Xeteskians running up the last shallow slopes before the mountain proper.

  For a while Stein couldn’t see Auum. In his browns and dark greens and with his painted face, he was difficult to spot, but eventually he saw him waving and flew down to him.

  ‘They’re very close,’ he said.

  ‘We have to delay them, slow them somehow,’ said Auum. ‘We need an arc of wards, maybe two arcs if you have time, placed to keep them back out of casting range.’

  ‘The spotters will see us doing it — there’ll be no surprise.’

  ‘I don’t care; I just need them cautious. Dead is a bonus.’

  ‘Got it,’ said Stein.

  He flashed back up into the sky, cursing himself for not thinking of this before. He moved fast among his adepts, calling them to him and leading them back to the ground, where he ordered the placing of wards — alarms, fire and smoke, anything quick but hard to divine placed in an arc two hundred or so yards distant from the wall and its increasingly desperate climbers.

  All the while he had half an eye on where Auum stood with another TaiGethen watching the humans advance. As soon as the mages had finished one casting, Stein had them move forward ten paces and lay another. He’d love to have laid three arcs but time was pressing and their stamina finite. They’d need all their strength for flight.

  Halfway through the second arc, Auum and the other ducked as arrows flicked off rocks nearby to scatter and skip across the stone.

  ‘Keep your heads down and finish your castings!’ called Stein. ‘Back in the air when you’re done.’

  Stein knelt on the ground and invested the space before him with a wall of flame, small in stature but effective enough. He set the modulating shape half in and half out of the stone, seeing the flashes of white amid the yellow of the spikes and sphere. Not perfect, but it would last more than long enough before it dissipated naturally.

  Calling wings to his back, he rose into the sky, waving at a nearby Xeteskian spotter mage being prevented from disrupting their castings by the threat of three TaiGethen patrolling the casters, jaqruis in hands.

  ‘Should keep you busy,’ called Stein.

  ‘You’re all dead, Julatsan. Either on the walls or up in the cold. Where on earth do you think you’re going?’

  ‘What is it to you, traitor? You know the Wytch Lords normally incinerate those with whom they reach agreements. I’ll be able to hear your screams from the top of the mountain.’

  A quick glance down showed him Auum and. . Oryaal, that was it, gathered in the arms of two mages each and carried over the arcs of wards before being dropped and haring back towards the rock wall. More than two thirds were now on the climb. He rose a little higher and saw the trail-finders making good progress, but their charges, unsurprisingly, were far slower.

  His mages were beginning to gather near the slowest, helping them find their holds and urging them to greater effort. None had slipped so far but it was surely only a matter of time. On the ground Auum was waving more Il-Aryn on to the wall interspersed with TaiGethen, forcing them into ever closer formation. They made a broad target.

  Stein swung about. The Xeteskians were on the approach to the mountain. They had slowed just as Auum had hoped and their spotter mages were hovering above the arcs of wards. He calculated how long it would take them to identify and mark each ward, then find a path through the trigger points, and for a blissful moment he thought that they might escape unmolested.

  But the enemy were not done. They had upwards of eighty mages at their disposal, and while half at least fell to divining and marking wards, the rest took wing and flew for the wall. Stein swore and filled his lungs.

  ‘Incoming!’ he roared. ‘Defend the wall! Here they come.’

  Stein flitted up, yelling his message again. His mages began to turn and the enemy were on them, targeting those highest up the rock face. The air was full of wings and men. Elven mages screeched and attacked, their native ferocity lending them strength.

  Stein plunged on a Xeteskian mage diving to pluck an Il-Aryn from the wall. He feathered his wings against his body and careered down, crashing into the mage’s legs just as he laid a hand on the Il-Aryn’s shoulder. The Xeteskian spun away from the wall but he’d snagged the adept’s clothes, and the unfortunate elf scrabbled futilely for grip before dropping screaming to the ground seventy feet down.

  Stein roared his frustration and pounced on the struggling mage again, feet first into the centre of his back. The Xeteskian’s wings, already guttering, flickered and died. He fell close to his victim. Stein turned away and looked for another target. The mountainside echoed with cries and warnings, screams and pleading.

  TaiGethen climbers were getting as close to their charges as they could and hung out at extraordinary angles, blade in hand, fighting to keep the enemy back. He spotted a figure climbing hard on the periphery, moving as if he was climbing a ladder, so swiftly did he ascend: Auum. And the one behind him had to be Ulysan.

  Stein saw one of his mages spiralling up in a perverse embrace with a Xeteskian. Each looked for the punch that would break the other’s concentration. The elf threw back her head and plunged her bared teeth into the neck of the human. Blood spurted out, the man shrieked and tried to drag her head off him. She raked her fingers down his face and through his eyes and he dropped, still shrieking, from the sky. The elf spat out a mouthful of flesh, exulted and searched for another target.

  Stein heard a flurry behind him and shot up sharply. A Xeteskian mage grabbed for him, missing him by a hair, and carried on, aiming for the wall, which was dotted with the colours of man and elf, like some frenzied flocking of birds. Stein flew a tight spiral down, chasing him in as the mage flew straight at a TaiGethen fencing off another attacker and leaving her flank undefended.

  ‘Your right! Incoming,’ called Stein, flying in harder, knowing he couldn’t get there in time.

  The TaiGethen kicked out at her first target, forcing him to back away hard on wings that flickered and steadied. Belatedly she sensed the threat and began to turn. The mage surged in, his hands outstretched. A shape tight to the rock face flashed pa
st Stein and dropped onto the mage. There was a flash of steel and the mage’s wings vanished.

  The human dropped and the TaiGethen used his corpse to push himself back against the wall. He scrabbled for purchase, seeking a handhold, but there was none. Stein flew down hard and flattened him against the wall, arresting his descent as much as he could. The elf found a handhold and gripped it hard with his fingertips.

  ‘You hadn’t thought that last part through, had you?’ said Stein.

  ‘No,’ admitted Auum. ‘Though I don’t think the fall would have actually killed me. You can let go now, I’m safe.’

  Stein boomed a laugh and shot back up into the sky, seeking his next target. It presented itself immediately. Six Xeteskians flying in a tight formation blew through a line of Julatsans, sending one down wingless and the others to spiral away while they fought to maintain their castings. They rushed the wall, colliding with Il-Aryn and TaiGethen alike, dislodging three or four.

  Stein called any to him that could hear him and flew in hard behind them. The enemy pushed off from the wall and turned for another attack. Il-Aryn were screaming, one hung from the hand of a TaiGethen warrior herself hanging from a precarious fingerhold. They were more than eighty feet from the ground and the Il-Aryn was crying for aid fit to burst his lungs.

  Stein stormed in, seeing another two Julatsan elves on the way. The Xeteskians barrelled in. Stein got between them and the helpless climbers. He kicked out and flailed his fists, trying to connect with anything and finding precious little there. His momentum took him past so he stood on the air, angled his wings acutely and turned back in.

  The two elves arrowed in feet first, driving three of the enemy back. Stein got among the others, a fist connecting satisfyingly with a jaw. He took a blow to his side and twisted over, the sick feeling of his wings passing through another’s casting crossing his mind.

  Then arms were about him, clogging his wings with a stream of mana. Stein felt his casting begin to fail. He kicked back, attempted to get his own counter-stream going and writhed in the grip of his enemy, trying to turn. From the left, towards the wall, he heard a mourning sound.

  The mage’s grip relaxed and Stein pushed away and turned, his wings strengthening. The Xeteskian was pawing at a jaqrui jutting from the back of his head. He whimpered and then plunged to the ground. Stain looked to the wall. Auum was leaning out from a crack into which his hand was jammed.

  Stein nodded and headed up. He could hear Auum shouting, his orders travelling up and down the wall.

  ‘Get them moving. We’re out of time.’

  Stein turned yet again and saw he was right. The Xeteskian mages had all but finished their work on the ground. The enemy were peeling away from the fight in the air, heading out to prepare on the ground. He spun one more time, seeing the Il-Aryn begin to move, but it was horribly slow. Half of them were barely twenty feet from the ground and had no hope of getting high enough.

  But he could save them, some of them anyway.

  Chapter 25

  At one time every human mage practised a form of the One magic. But by the time Septern died, he was already the last of them. That just left the Il-Aryn, and their numbers were never huge.

  Kerela, Julatsan Mage Council

  Takaar could sense it but he could not divine any way to access it, though he was convinced he was standing on the doorway. He had sensed these sorts of energies before, three thousand and more years ago on Hausolis when he had triggered the gateway to Calaius. It had been a mystery to him then and it remained frustratingly so now.

  Down there, because it felt like ‘down’, was a small room in a wholly different dimension to Balaia. Enormous energy swirled and played within its tight boundaries, the merest tendrils of which leaked up through the doorway. Takaar had traced its outlines in the dust and could sense residual human magical force lingering there. They had come close, the Julatsans, far closer than the Xeteskians, who had been looking in entirely the wrong place.

  ‘If only I had known you.’ Takaar knelt on the opening and let his tears fall in the dust. ‘Such dreams we could have shared. We were only separated by a stretch of water yet had no knowledge of one another. The two greatest minds in magic ignorant of the greatest gift either of them could possess — each other.’

  It’s good to see your opinion of yourself hasn’t suffered at all even though every one of your followers has deserted you.

  ‘It is a tragedy that has blighted the history of man and elf,’ said Takaar, stroking the hidden doorway and smearing his tears across the dust. ‘Together, we could have done such great things.’

  Made something even more devastating than Dawnthief, you mean?

  ‘Like the rest of them, you don’t understand. A meeting of such minds could have solved so many problems, proved the existence of our gods, cured disease, brought comfort to every soul living here and on Calaius.’

  Such modest ambitions.

  ‘Stop your mewling complaints!’ thundered Takaar. He stood and clutched at his head. His blood roared around his skull. ‘Get out of me! What use have I for you? Seeking to bring me down all the time, criticising even my dreams. You are hated, despised. Get out! I want nothing more to do with you.’

  But I am you.

  ‘NO! Without you I could soar. Live free of pain and doubt. I could realise my dreams, surpass them and become the elf I was destined to be. An elf whose name is revered throughout history, whose statue stands in every temple and city. A god among elves, not merely walking with them, as one of them. And you are holding me back.’

  Yet it is you, O god of elves, who cannot open a mere door.

  Takaar dropped back to the ground and wept, his head in his hands and all his failures crushing his spirit. And this was surely the greatest of them all. Just a door, and he couldn’t open it. Like a child trying for a latch beyond reach he could only stare in frustration. But a child would grow taller and the task be rendered simple, whereas this would remain impenetrable without the man who had locked it.

  ‘There has to be a way.’

  He dug at the ground with his fingers and he could see in his mind the shovels that had been used in this place, fruitlessly digging ever deeper. He laughed at their pathetic attempts and their lack of basic understanding. They could dig for miles but the door would not be revealed because it existed elsewhere. Nothing would open it.

  ‘And you died without revealing your secrets. Took them with you because the world was not worthy of them. I would have held them for you. And I have secrets of my own that I would have shared with you because only you would understand them.’

  You’re so sure he died?

  The tone was so gentle it made Takaar start. He frowned, having to think for a moment.

  ‘Surely there can be no doubt of that? He either perished down there or in the inferno that took this place. And with him went so much spirit.’

  So what will you do?

  ‘What is there to do?’

  Septern saved the world when he died. He took the secrets of Dawnthief with him, and they will never be recovered.

  ‘But look at what was lost! All that he could have given to the world went with him.’

  He made a judgement and he was proved right. We are not ready for the power that Dawnthief represents. Wars are being fought over it, even though none possess it.

  ‘It should have brought peace,’ said Takaar, weeping again, but this time he felt only sadness, not frustration. ‘Why won’t they understand?’

  Men only see the weapon, not the knowledge that built it.

  ‘They will never stop looking for it, will they?’

  And they will never be ready to possess it.

  Takaar raised his head. The day was chill but fresh and the sun was burning away thin cloud. He stood up and walked about the ruins of the Manse, following the latent energies, visualising the building as it would once have been, pulsing with life, vibrant with learning. Just like Herendeneth. The desire to return ther
e was so strong, but it was here that the future would be decided, not in the classrooms he had built.

  You want to be remembered?

  ‘Revered not reviled. There is no path to the former.’

  Self-pity has weakened you so much?

  ‘I don’t understand.’

  You can stop this war. You can turn it; you can weaken the Wytch Lords.

  ‘Still trying to get me to kill myself?’

  I have never stopped, well maybe once or twice I desired life over your death, but that isn’t the point. I know the likely cost, but it is for you to decide. Scratch in the mud here or become the elf you say you want to be in life or death.

  ‘But all my knowledge, all I have learned but not yet passed on. .’

  Septern made his choice. You will have to make yours.

  ‘Get them up, get them up!’ shouted Stein. ‘Mages to me! Faster! Move like bloody lightning.’

  Every moment he expected the dull impact, the flash of heat or ice and the end of his life in a brief screaming agony, even though he knew the enemy were not quite ready to cast yet.

  ‘Pair off!’ he called. ‘Lowest first, never mind the TaiGethen. Parilas, with me.’

  Stein and Parilas swooped down to the lowest and slowest Il-Aryn.

  ‘We’re picking you off one by one. Be ready, don’t struggle and don’t tense up. We won’t drop you, I promise.’

  The pair hovered behind an Il-Aryn, picked her off by her wrists and climbed hard, the wall rushing by in front of them. Up they climbed to the point where the incline became far shallower and the elves could sit above any casting, safe until they set off again.

  They dropped the mage a few feet to the bare rock and flew back down, passing more mage pairs flying rescue missions. He saw the TaiGethen urging the highest climbers to greater efforts, practically pushing some of them up and out of range. Out on the approach the wards had all been divined and enough made safe. The Xeteskians were streaming through a single point and fanning out immediately they were inside the arcs.

 

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