The dead pressed all around them, forcing them back into the warm flowing waters of Neverwinter’s namesake river. Across the water, so close and yet so tantalizingly far, the city’s buildings began to glow with lit lanterns and torches, as the people woke to a new day.
Many of the Nashers were down, exhausted, wounded, dropping from the effort of continuous fighting amidst the undead ash.
Crimson light bloodied the mist and the undead drew back. Sarfael slashed and hacked at the far edge of the fight, still trying to push a path through the zombies to let the Nashers escape, when the Red Wizard appeared.
Sarfael spotted him first and, with a shout of warning, tried to drive through the crowd of undead to reach the figure draped in scarlet robes. The undead gathered around their master, moving as his hands indicated, pressing the Nashers away from Montimort as the Red Wizard advanced.
Screaming, furious to see that ancient enemy so close and yet so unreachable, Sarfael literally climbed up and over the bodies of the undead, scrambling to reach the man.
Before him, the ash zombies separated Montimort from his protectors and dragged him toward the Red Wizard. Parnadiz and Charinyn were tumbled aside.
“No!” Montimort screamed as he struggled to stay on his feet and hold onto the box. With a flick of the Red Wizard’s fingers, a dozen zombies fell upon Montimort, dragging him to their master.
Elyne, like Sarfael, lunged for the boy. She cut the leg off one of his attackers but as the creature fell, it fastened brutal teeth on Montimort’s arm.
With a scream, the boy dropped the box.
The Red Wizard reached out one long, ink-stained hand and grabbed it before it hit the ground.
Too far away, Sarfael thought, even as he leaped over the undead. Too far away. So it had been the night that Mavreen died. Too far away, and too slow, to save her before she fell. The cries of the others faded behind him as he made one last effort to reach his goal.
The Red Wizard turned his disguised face to Sarfael, his dark eyes gleaming through the slits of a black mask. He raised his hands and mist boiled out of the river, flowing up the banks and blinding them all.
In the fog, Sarfael stumbled over a wounded Nasher. Blind as the rest, he pushed forward, trying to find the Red Wizard.
The sun rose, breaking free of the mist. The light sparkled upon the placid river. And only wounded Nashers lay huddled on the bank.
The undead, the Red Wizard, and the box were gone.
“We were betrayed,” shouted Arlon Bladeshaper. He was propped up on a makeshift bed in the Nashers’ meeting room. His wounded head was bandaged and Sarfael considered it a shame that the ash zombie hadn’t managed to bite through Arlon’s vocal cords.
Instead his roar rose above the groans of the other wounded.
“Oh, be quiet,” said Elyne in an uncanny echo of Sarfael’s thoughts. She was stitching the deep bite on Montimort’s arm. The boy’s eyes were screwed shut, but he made no sound.
Sarfael sat slumped on the floor, his back against the wall, trying to fight down the angry bile. Just a few steps closer and he could have unmasked the Red Wizard. Just a few steps closer and he could have killed the man.
“How did they know where to find us?” Arlon yelled. He pounded his fist on the bed, upending a bowl filled with bloody water and rags, sending it spilling to the floor. “Somebody told them that we would be on Upland Rise. Somebody told them about the crown. It was no random attack. They came directly for us, they snatched the box, and then they retreated. It was all carefully planned.”
For once, Rucas Sarfael thought, Arlon’s suspicions sounded correct. The whole thing stank of ambush, but how? And, more importantly, who?
He looked around the room. Did any of the Nashers seem unusually nervous? Well, they were all shaken by the attack. A good many of Elyne’s students had never done such serious fighting and it was a credit to her teaching and their courage that the whole group hadn’t been cut up worse.
Still, if there was a traitor in their midst, he or she should be simple to spot. If someone passed word of the meeting at Upland Rise to the Red Wizard who ambushed them, then that someone would have expected the attack. So, the informer would probably be ready to hang back. The Red Wizard most likely would not direct the attack against an ally. So the informer might well be unwounded… except the only ones who had escaped any serious wound were himself and Elyne. And no one could suspect Elyne.
“Look at him,” Arlon roared. “Not a wound on him. A stranger until recently and now we must ask: is he truly a son of Neverwinter?”
Shaken from his reverie, Sarfael glanced at Arlon, wondering who was catching the blunt of his tirade. The man was pointing straight at him.
“Why is he not wounded? Who is this Rucas Sarfael?” Arlon shouted. “Seize him, question him, make the traitor tell us where the crown has gone and who holds it now!”
Rough hands grabbed Sarfael before he could draw his sword and the maddened group of Nashers forced him to his knees by Arlon’s bed. Behind him, he heard Elyne and Montimort cry out.
The wounded Arlon grabbed a knife from another supporter and waved it at Sarfael.
“Go on,” he said. “Tell us. Tell us who attacked us. Tell us who took the crown.”
“I wish I could,” said Sarfael. For once, he was speaking the truth to Arlon but he doubted the man would believe him. Which meant, Rucas Sarfael thought, that his life was probably over… unless he could think of a very good lie. Arlon leaned forward. The blade pressed against his throat…
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