“I will do it,” Malin said. “But what about the battle here?”
Joy saw Kantening soldiers rushing to their position. Corinna was groaning and trying to rise.
“It may take too long to explain things,” Joy said. “There’s a limit to the harm these two can do, for now. . . .”
There came a roar from the cliffside. A troll-woman hauled herself up, ignoring the sunlight.
“Changeling sister!” she called out. “Let me embrace you!”
Alfhild, who had just extinguished herself and risen, screeched, “Rubblewrack!”
She ran through the Kantening troops, and the troll pounded after her.
Joy turned to stare at Corinna. Corinna said nothing.
“I go now to save your country, murderer,” Joy said.
If Corinna replied, Joy spent no time on it. She and Malin leapt upon the Chain and descended it as fast as Joy dared, riding its power like an icy slope. She hoped they could retain their balance, in every sense.
Snow Pine watched the sky darken overhead as their balloon descended. Peik endlessly paced out a rune. “I cannot lie,” he said, “though I may embellish. Every Karvak shaman in the world is now working against me.”
Flint frowned. “And yet they are spending considerable energy on blackening the sky with thunderheads. Why is that, I wonder?”
“Don’t wonder,” Snow Pine said. “Just look.”
Troll after troll reared from the waters, no longer fearing the day. They climbed the cliffs toward the army of free Kantenjord.
There were thousands.
“My people will be slaughtered,” Yngvarr said. “The ultimate battle is there, and I am missing it.”
“There’ll be plenty of targets to go around,” Snow Pine said. A shadow flitted across the sky. “What? It’s Deadfall—”
As if Deadfall had expected it to happen, Inga and Steelfox were blasted from the Chain by a burst of fiery power. Deadfall caught them, nearly losing Bone in the process.
Deadfall’s next destination was their balloon. Without ceremony it dumped its three passengers into the gondola.
“Excuse me, O exalted transportation method!” Haboob said. “But this gondola has its limits.”
“It takes one to know one, efrit,” Deadfall replied. “Are you not trying to land? I am merely offering ballast.”
“The astonishing nerve of some supernatural entities . . .”
“You have my full agreement. But only for a moment. I have places to go.”
Bone managed to say, “Did . . . he . . . give you more instructions?”
“No, these instructions came earlier. Eshe of the Fallen Swan spoke to me briefly when I carried Jewelwolf aboard Anansi, to claim you. Eshe made me an offer. I initially thought I would decline, but I have reconsidered. You are not now the only agent of Kpalamaa in this fight, Imago Bone.”
“I’m not an agent of Kpalamaa,” Bone objected. “Well, not yet . . .”
“What are you going to do?” Snow Pine said.
“Little enough,” said Deadfall. “I am going to end a war.”
And with that, the flying carpet shot off toward the East.
Down Joy went, riding the power, and a grin flitted across her face.
Jewelwolf of the Karvaks waited for her with two swords drawn. Innocence lay beside her, bloody from the arrow in his shoulder. Near them, Huginn Sharpspear and his Oxilander assistants had axes out, though they seemed dubious as to whether to use them.
Jewelwolf shared no such doubts. She looked upon the approaching Runethane, chosen of the Heavenwalls, with a knowing smile.
“You can’t stop me!” Joy roared. In the midst of her anger was a bit of sincere concern for the Karvak. There was vast power crackling around her and Malin. “Get out of the way!”
“You are not my prize, Runethane!” Jewelwolf shouted.
She drove both blades into the Great Chain.
Joy was startled to see the metal planes stay intact as they struck the massive artifact. Rather, they sank into the substance of the Chain as though carving meat. Fiery energies rushed up the blades.
“She is eating dragons,” Malin said beside Joy.
Jewelwolf screamed as the power spilled over her hands, but she did not relinquish her grip. She staggered backward, laughing between sounds of agony.
Where the blades had pierced, molten metal flowed out like blood.
A tumult of forces flowed through the Chain and blasted Joy and Malin off, onto the stony island. She had the wind knocked out of her, struggled to rise.
“Joy!” Innocence got unsteadily to his feet.
Joy saw Jewelwolf rushing upon her. She barely rolled in time as two fiery blades scorched the rocks where she’d lain.
“I have it!” Jewelwolf shouted. “The power of dragons! A force to master you, Skrymir, or even the Archmage of Ebontide!”
The ground shook.
“No!” Innocence said. Wounded though he was, he helped Joy up, and then Malin. Even with their support Joy had difficulty with her balance, with Heavenwalls and Chain roaring together in her mind. “It’s happening! You’re disrupting the Chain, waking the dragons.”
“What do I care?” Jewelwolf said. “I can simply draw enough power to silence them. And you.”
“Ah, Torden’s balls!” Huginn snarled. “No one is ever going to trust me again, are they?”
He hurled his axe at Jewelwolf. After a moment’s wide-eyed hesitation, his companions did likewise.
She laughed and caught the first with the swords, like a morsel between chopsticks. The axe head melted; the handle burst into flame.
With precise swings she destroyed the two axes that followed.
“There is an experiment I would like to try again,” Jewelwolf said, striding toward him. First she caught the two young men from Oxiland, one with each blade.
Each fell at once.
“Kollr!” shouted Innocence. “Rolf!”
“Ah, Skrymir?” Huginn bellowed, running away. “Where is a troll-jarl when you need one?”
Jewelwolf whistled, and her troll-enchanted horse raced up to bear her.
“Too many bodies in his wake,” said Innocence to Joy and Malin, “including those who might have been friends. But he saved my life, and gods help me, I’ll repay him. I no longer possess magical might, however.”
“I have a bit too much,” Joy said. “What if I give yours back?”
He shook his head. “It was a gift I can only refuse once.”
Huginn ran through a line of Karvaks. The soldiers let him go, looking upon their cackling khatun with confusion. Huginn was trying to reach the spot of ground where the new balloon was now landing, hard.
He almost reached it.
Jewelwolf rode past him, guiding her horse with her legs only. Leaning over, she hacked Huginn down with two simultaneous slashes.
The great storyteller and jurist fell burning at the horse’s feet. Jewelwolf’s laughter scoured the wind.
“We have to stop her,” Innocence said.
Another tremor rippled through the ground. “No,” Joy said. “My mother, your father, they have to deal with her, somehow. I have to heal the Chain. And you have to stay by me, my friends.”
“My friends,” Malin repeated. “Inga is over there, at that balloon. I have to help her.”
“Go,” Joy said. “Be careful. Innocence . . .”
They leaned on each other. “I’ll stay by you. All the way from here to Ragnarok.”
“Thanks. I think ten feet will do.”
Bone saw Huginn fall just before the balloon came to a thudding stop.
Peik stared at the burning Oxilander. “I am open to a change of plans—” he began, but the impact cut him off.
Steelfox said, “Jewelwolf is my responsibility.”
“You can’t fight her alone,” Snow Pine said.
“At last,” Yngvarr said. “Battle.”
Jewelwolf was grinning as she rode over Huginn’s remains.
“Begging your pardons,” Flint said, “but you have all forgotten something.” He pointed up at the envelope of the balloon. “Natural philosophy? Eh?”
“Oh,” said Bone. “Everybody out!” Peik was already gone by the time he added, “Ah, could someone carry me?”
Snow Pine and Flint hauled Bone out, and their easy teamwork made him miss Gaunt as much as he missed his own health. He looked up and saw that Steelfox, Inga, and Yngvarr were still in the gondola.
“Come, sister,” Steelfox was saying. “Face me.”
“Come out of there,” Jewelwolf replied, laughing. “You were always a coward.”
“Enough,” Yngvarr said. “I will fight on your behalf, Steelfox. You must go. You too, changeling.”
“I’m staying,” Inga said.
“It’s not your fight, Kantenings,” Steelfox said. “You need to be ready for Skrymir.”
That was something Inga could accept, and reluctantly she joined the others.
“It’s not yours either,” Steelfox told Yngvarr.
“Of course it is,” Yngvarr said. “My crimes. My family. Of course it is my fight. And you are the best hope for setting things right. You know this. Yield in this one thing. Go.”
Steelfox looked at Yngvarr and at Jewelwolf. It seemed to Bone that fleeing the gondola harmed Steelfox to the core.
But she leapt after the others.
Yngvarr departed the gondola in the other direction, toward Jewelwolf and the mad horse. “I spit at you, nomad! Your war has destroyed my family! I have the fury of my ancestors burning in my blood! The spirit of the berserker screams within me!”
“Interesting,” said Jewelwolf, dismounting. “I merely have power.”
Stepping forward she blocked his sword thrust with one blade and stabbed him through the heart with the other. He burst into flame. Screaming the names of Torden, Arthane, and Orm, he tumbled backward into the gondola, flames leaping upward.
Wide-eyed, arms gripped between his friends, Bone saw Haboob reach out a smoky hand to Jewelwolf. “O mighty khatun,” it said. “I have a secret to tell you.”
“What is that—” she said merrily, stepping forward.
An explosion burst the balloon’s envelope, raining gouts of fire everywhere.
Jewelwolf cursed and raised the swords in an effort to block the destruction. And indeed much of the conflagration was absorbed into the weapons. Nevertheless she dropped the blades and fell backward onto the stones, her deel smoking.
Her horse was not so lucky. Its screams would haunt Bone for the rest of his days. The last he saw of it, it was like a blazing comet, streaking for a watery grave.
Guraab rose blazing into the air, twisting and tearing. Yngvarr Thrall-Taker had this distinction; he was the first foamreaver to have a balloon as his funeral craft.
Steelfox raced to her sister’s side, while nearby Inga and Peik knelt beside the swords. Soon Bone arrived with Snow Pine and Flint. “Just set me down,” Bone said. “Nice and warm here.”
“Where is Gaunt when we need her?” Snow Pine lowered him. “You need kicking.”
“Enough taunting the thief, my dear,” said Flint. He pondered the swords. “Schismglass is mirror-like again. It knows you’re here. Are you prepared to wield it?”
“We don’t have a choice, do we?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Snow Pine raised the blade, a length of reflective crystal, within which Bone perceived writhing purple fires. Huginn Sharpspear’s face sometimes appeared, screaming something inaudible. Bone looked away.
“I think I can manage with it,” Snow Pine said. “What about you? Are you willing to wield Crypttongue again?”
“I am a man of natural philosophy,” Flint said, “a rejector of gods, and I dislike magic. After all we’ve been through, it seems to me supernatural forces are unhealthy for humanity. Both the religious man I was and the rational man I am can agree on that. But there is need. And I do have experience with this blade.” He picked up Crypttongue, swung it. “There are many Kantenings in here . . . Muggur . . . Floki . . . they want revenge against what brought chaos to their lands, even if they participated themselves. And Yngvarr too. He warns us to watch for Skrymir.”
“That can be my job,” Bone said. “I’m not going anywhere fast.”
“Huginn is in my blade,” Snow Pine said. “Along with many of the Fraternity of the Hare. They tell us we can defeat Skrymir by placing something we value in the cavity of his heart. Friend Peik, I know you must be tired. But can you walk a rune for us? Keep the balloons at bay at least?”
“I will try,” said the boy, staring at the fiery wreck of their craft.
“Inga, you guard him,” said Snow Pine.
“All right,” Inga said. “But if Skrymir comes, I’m in that fight.”
“Steelfox?” Snow Pine asked.
“My sister lives,” Steelfox said, “though I know not how. The power in those swords must have saved her. Her hands are burned and need attention. She sleeps. She can’t harm us for now.”
“I won’t ask you to kill her,” Snow Pine said. “I should, but I won’t. But we should truss her up.”
“I can do that,” Bone said. “You need Steelfox to talk to the Karvaks.”
As he worked, the others spoke with the soldiers, who backed off. Jewelwolf had thoroughly terrified her honor guard.
Joy was exerting her powers on the great Chain. The ferocious play of magics, resembling fire and mist and molten rock, made Bone highly sympathetic with Flint’s opinion of magic, but her efforts might keep them all alive. There was still considerable rumbling in the strait. He did not know if she was succeeding.
He missed Gaunt. She should be here. Then again, perhaps not being here would keep her alive.
“The ice is indeed very thick, however,” Northwing said, “and that which is fastened to the land extends many miles. It is madness to consider traversing it. And yet less mad than I thought.”
“Are you willing to try it?” Gaunt asked. She felt a strange sense of familiarity as she said the words.
As Northwing thought it over, there came a dim rumbling. It seemed strongest far to the southeast.
“Strange . . .” murmured Haytham ibn Zakwan.
“What do you see?” Katta asked, inclining his head.
“Did you notice it?” Gaunt asked Haytham, for she had glimpsed something peculiar in that direction.
“I think I did. . . .”
“Tell me!” Katta said.
Gaunt said, “For a moment I saw a gigantic conflagration, as though the dragons underlying Spydbanen and Svardmark had arisen. . . .”
“I too,” said Haytham.
“And I,” said Northwing. “But it was all transparent, like a reflection on dark water. And now it is gone.”
“A vision?” Katta said. “A premonition?”
“I don’t know,” Gaunt admitted. “But I do think we need to reconsider our journey onto the ice. It may be critical we reach the Chained Straits.”
“It will take a long time to get there,” Northwing mused. “Weeks. Hm.”
“What is it?” Gaunt said. “Don’t hold back.”
“I’ve been struck by those soul-eating swords, Crypttongue and Schismglass. They tried to claim me. Well, turnabout’s fair play, and I’ve felt a connection to the swords since that time. Maybe I could make a spirit journey to their location.”
“Do it. Please. I need to know what is happening. I feel certain Bone is mixed up in this. Innocence too.”
Walking Stick allowed himself to be pleased. The army had fought well and had so far defeated a superior force. The unnatural winter had been broken. The time had come to evaluate their position, choose to retreat or hold.
Then messengers came reporting disaster. Walking Stick left his commanders in charge of chaining of prisoners and securing of the battleground. He turned to the former agitator, Everart, who had become a valued aide. “You will accompany me.” He grabb
ed Everart and focused his chi, leaping through the field.
“Eh—ah!” said Everart.
They reached the Giant’s Tongue, where Joy should have been.
But she was not there. Instead they found calamity: the queen of Soderland bound in ropes, and a troll chasing the princess of Sølvlyss. “Keep Corinna here,” he told the warriors, and leapt to face the troll.
He jumped onto the creature’s back and began pummeling it in the places where paralytic points lay upon a human. He did not expect it to work, but the attack might yield information.
Surprisingly, the troll slowed. Either this was no normal troll, or he’d been misinformed about troll nature. Either way, the entity fell over.
“Truss it with heavy chains,” he told the nearest warriors. He looked to Alfhild. “You. What is happening?”
“Joy Snøsdatter went mad! She said she was in league with the trolls. Corinna and I tried to stop her.”
“Someone bind her too.” He gestured to the men holding Corinna. They brought her closer. “What has occurred?”
“What you should have realized would occur,” Corinna said, back straight. “When Joy succeeded in purging winter from the Chain, I tried to purge her from my lands. I will not accept an alien leader.”
Everart said, “Alfhild told it differently. She said Joy turned against you.”
Alfhild fought and kicked as she was chained.
Corinna scoffed. “Alfhild is a little fool, too frightened to be honest. I say it to all of you—we are in danger of being overwhelmed by Easterners. Being absorbed by Qiangguo is little better than being conquered by the Karvaks. Ask yourselves, why do we need an Eastern girl to save us? How long until she rules us?”
Walking Stick sighed. “You are deluded. Qiangguo will not conquer you. You are simply too far away to be considered important.”
Corinna shook her head. “The world is changing. Air power makes everything closer. One day you will understand. So what will you do with us, sir?”
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