Shadowheart lotr-2

by James Barclay

  'Thraun, it's all right,' said Darrick. 'We can trust him.'

  'Risk,' said Thraun, focusing on Darrick momentarily.

  'I won't betray you,' said Izack. 'Hear what I have to say.'

  'Heryst's man,' said Thraun.

  He straightened up but, before turning away, pointed to Izack and then to his right eye.

  'What's got into you, Thraun?' asked Hirad.

  'Later,' said Thraun, his tone so low it was little more than a bass rumble.

  A little less confident than when he'd greeted Darrick, Izack ladled out strong herbal tea for them all and pointed to the soup, bowls and bread.

  'Report,' said Darrick. 'Please,' he added, remembering himself.

  Izack chuckled.

  'A pleasure, General, though it makes grim listening. The siege is still secure but we are certain some supplies are reaching Xetesk. We suspect underground passageways but we have found nothing so far and, to be frank, can't spare too many men to look. We suffered heavy losses here on the eastern front as a direct result of the first Julatsan mana-flow failure. This has left-'

  'Whoa, whoa,' said Denser, holding up a hand. 'What failure?'

  Both he and Erienne were staring at Izack as if he'd just told them the world was about to end.

  'You don't know?' Izack gaped.

  'In case it has escaped your attention, our Julatsan is dead,' said Hirad gruffly. 'And your glorious leader told us nothing about events elsewhere.'

  'I'm sorry,' said Izack. 'Stupid of me. Look, I don't know the technicalities, you'll have to ask the Al-Arynaar mages. The effect was a multiple backfire of the shield net over our front line. The Xeteskians took full advantage. We lost hundreds.

  'Right now, we aren't even attacking on this front. The northern gate forces are only just holding because Xetesk have reinforced from here. South and east, it's pretty much as you were but we've taken all their reserve to ensure Xetesk can't punch through here. Not that I think they want to. They're just happy to occupy us.'

  'Erienne, Denser?' The Unknown was staring across the fire. 'How could this failure happen?'

  Both mages shook their heads. 'It's absolutely unbelievable,' said Denser.

  ‘Ican answer that,' said Izack. 'Julatsans arrived here at the east gate lines this morning to talk to the Al-Arynaar. They say the Heart of Julatsa is failing.'

  For a time, all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire and the breeze through the leaves above.

  'How can that be possible?' asked The Unknown eventually.

  'It isn't,' said Erienne. 'At least, that's what we've all been taught.'

  'But assuming it is, what's the result?' asked Hirad.

  Erienne shrugged and spoke plainly not really believing what she was saying. 'Julatsan magic dies and the balance of magic on Balaia shifts irrevocably.'

  'That's not happening,' said Hirad. 'No way.'

  'All right, Hirad, let's keep it calm,' said The Unknown. 'Izack, presumably the Julatsans are here to get help from the Al-Arynaar, being Julatsan-trained initially.'

  Izack nodded. 'Absolutely. They say that only the Al-Arynaar can help raise the Heart because they have the knowledge of Julatsan magic. And raising the Heart is the only way to stop this failure becoming permanent. Does that make sense?'

  Denser blew out his cheeks. 'Sort of. Bringing the Al-Arynaar to Julatsa to raise the Heart was something Ilkar wanted to do. It's why we went to Calaius in the first place, before the Elfsorrow struck. As for this failure of Julatsan magic, I don't know. Like Erienne says, this goes against all our teaching. Burying a Heart will stop development because the core power can't flow and that's why you'd only bury one if it would otherwise be destroyed.'

  'Which is what Julatsa did when the Wesmen invaded.'

  'Exactly, Hirad. But it should still beat. The power should never falter. There's no reason why, that's what we don't understand.'

  'So we get the Al-Arynaar mages and go to Julatsa. What are we waiting for?' Hirad spread his hands.

  'Hirad, please,' said The Unknown. ‘Iknow you're anxious but we have to do this right. Where's Rebraal?'

  'I am here.' Ilkar's brother, leader of the Al-Arynaar, walked from the shadows where he'd been leaning against a tree.

  'We need to talk to one of your mages. Well, Erienne and Denser do. Find out what timescale we're dealing with here.'

  Rebraal nodded. 'Of course. Our lead mage is Dila'heth. I'll bring her to you.'

  'Thank you. Now, Izack, what have you been told about us?'

  'The official line is that you're outlaws and General Darrick is a condemned man wanted for his execution. But it doesn't add up. We are told not to harm any of you but to bring you back to Lystern alive and well. And the Dordovans have been told the same thing.' Izack smiled. 'Heryst and Vuldaroq may dislike each other but we fight side by side. We're friends, mostly, and we talk.' The smile faded. 'But everyone here knows there's more to it. Unknown, every mage here felt the casting. The elves rejoiced, Lysternans and Dordovans were troubled. And everyone knows the timing of the casting and your escape from Lystern. It's too coincidental.' Izack looked square at Erienne. 'People have drawn their own conclusions. That's why you have to be so careful.'

  'And what about you?' asked Erienne, meeting his gaze.

  'The General believes in you so I believe in you too.'

  Erienne said nothing but raised her eyebrows a fraction in acknowledgement. Denser put a hand on her knee and she returned her gaze to the fire.

  'So tell me, have the TaiGethen completed their scouting?' asked The Unknown.

  'Yes,' said Izack. 'But I think they're still worried about how to get into the college itself

  'That's where we come in,' said Denser. 'Or more particularly, where I come in.'

  'You're planning on going in with them?'

  'Think we're safer out here among our allies, Izack?' said Hirad.

  'Surely in the elven camps-' he began.

  'We've business to attend to,' said The Unknown. 'And we're not sitting out here hiding our faces and watching the action.'

  ‘Itake your point,' said Izack.

  'One more thing, Commander,' said The Unknown. 'Just how would this front hold up if the elves were to leave it?'

  'Simple. It wouldn't.' Izack shrugged.

  'You do know that once we've finished inside Xetesk, the elves won't stay here,' said The Unknown.

  ‘Iam well aware of their reasons for joining our fight thus far,' said Izack shortly.

  'Then you have to be ready for them to leave – mostly to march north to Julatsa to help raise the Heart.'

  'Then the siege of Xetesk will collapse. They can rout us from the east gate at will, and every other front will be compromised as a result.' Izack sighed heavily. 'They know why we're fighting this war. They will benefit from our victory. Gods, I've fought so hard to establish what we have and lost so many doing it. Don't leave us defenceless. You'll be handing the victory to Xetesk.'

  'Want to know what I think?'

  'About war, Darrick, absolutely everything,' said The Unknown.

  Rebraal and an exhausted-looking elven woman who had to be Dila'heth, walked into the camp. The Unknown pointed them at Denser and Erienne and, after brief introductions, the four engaged in fervent conversation.

  'The moment we retrieve the elven writings, as we must, keeping us at bay will become unimportant to them. Surely they are doing nothing more than keeping us from the walls because they are researching what they have learned from the Al-Drechar and those same writings,' said Darrick.

  'Well, I like to think our forces are keeping them from surging north to destroy Julatsa, which I take to be their first goal,' said Izack.

  'Let me ask you something, Izack,' said Darrick, now every inch the general of the armies. The position in which he so excelled. 'What is the purpose of your engaging the Xeteskians in this combat?'

  'To probe for that weak point. To try and make the breakthrough. Turn the battle in our
favour.'

  'Wrong. That is the Dordovan command holding sway over you, if that is what you really believe.'

  Hirad leaned forward, rapt despite his tiredness.

  Izack stared at the floor. 'We have to beat them,' he said. 'Time is short. I've always known the elves would leave one day.'

  'In a siege you're just wearing them down,' said Darrick. 'Bit by bit. Otherwise, why engage them at all? Why risk your own men? What you have to believe is that they will crack under the pressure, living in the prison you have created for them. This siege is being fought just as much in the mind as it is on the battlefield.

  'Now your defeat the other day was damaging. It allows Xetesk to rest because you can't afford to fight them on this front. If he's clever, Dystran will be making sure his generals are rotating duty on all fronts now.

  'His men are fresh out there in front of you, aren't they?'

  Izack nodded, mute, sucking in his top lip.

  'You won't break them,' said Darrick. 'That isn't where we will beat Xetesk. Whatever Vuldaroq and Heryst believe, we can't win here.'

  'So what the hell am I doing!' Izack bit down on his temper. 'General?'

  'You're showing them we won't be beaten and you have bought us and the elves the time we need. You've weakened them, make no mistake. And when we get out of Xetesk with the writings, having done whatever damage we can to their research, they are going to come after us. And not just because of a few ancient texts.'

  'How so?' asked Hirad.

  'There is more they will want. The power of the One, which they surely crave will be lost unless they break the siege. And if the Al-Arynaar succeed and raise the Heart of Julatsa and we can protect it while it strengthens, they will be on the brink of losing the war.' Darrick raised his eyebrows.

  'And what makes you so sure they can break the siege?' asked The Unknown.

  'They're keeping plenty in reserve, I can feel it,' Darrick said. 'They have made no move to break out because they don't need to. Not yet. But mark my words, they will be mobilising for a move north soon. If they start to push at all four gates you'll know it's imminent because they'll be striving to occupy every enemy they can. What we can do by getting in and out of Xetesk is force their hand. We don't want them ready, believe me.'

  'So what do we do?' asked Izack. 'How do we stop them?'

  'Now's the time.to be fighting harder than you ever have at every gate. Every one of them that dies or is forced to fight until exhaustion is a victory. I know we'll suffer losses too but we'll have the psychological edge. And when they try to break through the north gate as they will, we need to have enough men and mages in reserve to chase them. Don't forget, we can't abandon the siege or we'll be just inviting more Xeteskian warriors to chase up to Julatsa. We cannot allow them to know we are reinforcing the north gate lines. We must make them fight to keep their city even while they run to attack Julatsa and reclaim the writings and, if they're lucky, Erienne, when they guess her identity.'

  'But that's the trick, though, isn't it?' said Izack wearily. 'How do we manage our resources to manufacture a meaningful reserve? How can we take most of our men from the fight east, south and west and still keep the pressure up on Xetesk?'

  Darrick smiled. 'Well, that's why I'm here, talking to you now.'

  'Good,' said The Unknown. 'Then I suggest we leave you two to it. We're going in tomorrow night so work to that timescale. I'm sure Auum will agree we should wait no longer. Meanwhile…' He stood up, his eyes on Thraun who had remained completely still, staring into the shadows beyond the fire. 'Thraun, come and talk to me. I want to know what's wrong.'

  The shapechanger fixed him with a sullen look.

  'Now.' The Unknown's tone brooked no dissension.

  Hirad watched The Unknown put an arm round Thraun's tense shoulders and firmly but gently guide him from the fire. Deciding to get himself some soup, Hirad brushed himself down and ambled over to the cook pots. He caught Denser's troubled gaze.

  'How bad?' he asked, stirring the thick broth. 'Want some of this?'

  Denser shook his head. 'Very bad. Very bad indeed.'

  'How long have we got?'

  Denser half shrugged and glanced at Rebraal who was translating for Dila'heth.

  'That's the problem,' he said. 'We can't know. They've had one instance of mana-flow failure and the focus around the Heart isn't complete. They say it's like a shadow, leaching colour from the Julatsan mana spectrum. One day, soon probably, that shadow will deepen enough to stop the Heart beating and even now it's spreading out, weakening every casting they make. Put it this way, the longer we delay, the harder it will be to reverse. It's terrifying.'

  'Is it?'

  'Yes, Hirad, it is. To a mage, losing contact with the mana spectrum is the worst tiling that could possibly happen. It would be like a living death. Like living in a Cold Room the rest of your life. How can I make you understand? I don't know… for you the closest thing would be like losing the use of your sword arm. It would be hanging there, you'd know it was there but you just couldn't use it. Send you mad, wouldn't it?'

  Hirad nodded. 'Well, let's not spend too much time in Xetesk, eh?'

  'I'm with you there.'

  The Unknown Warrior didn't take Thraun far. Just beyond the firelight and into the trees. He'd looked anxious; perhaps the woodland, such as it was, would calm him.

  'Thraun?' The Unknown stopped and turned the shapechanger to face him. 'What's bothering you? Even for you, this is quiet and withdrawn. We need you with us all the way inside Xetesk. It's going to be tough in there.'

  'We can touch our enemies,' said Thraun, leaving The Unknown momentarily at a loss.

  'No, Thraun,' he replied. 'These aren't our enemies. They still want what we want but with regard to us they're misguided.'

  'He will betray us,' said Thraun, nodding his head toward the camp.

  Tzack? You've got that wrong. He's as loyal to Darrick as we are to each other. He's-'

  Thraun gripped The Unknown's arm hard.

  'He won't mean to,' he said, and The Unknown could see him struggling for the words that just refused to come. His green eyes, yellow-tinged, shone with moisture in the dim flicker of the fire to their right and his face was pinched, angry. He swallowed. 'He won't mean to, but he isn't Darrick.'

  'What? Thraun, please. Try to explain what you mean.'

  But the shapechanger was looking away towards Xetesk, sniffing the air, tasting its quality.

  'I see what the wolf sees,' he said.

  The Unknown started. It was the first direct allusion to Thraun's acceptance of his other self that he'd uttered in years. Somewhere inside his mind, another wall had fallen.

  'You've lost me,' he said.

  'The air is not good here,' Thraun continued, turning back to The Unknown. ‘Iwill fight with you. I am Raven. But wolves do not hunt where they will find no prey, only rotten meat. Do you see any other wolves here?'

  Chapter 11

  Dystran, Lord of the Mount of Xetesk, heard the distant roar of men and the impact of spells. He smelled the faint tang of smoke on the wind through his open windows and knew it was morning. But there was a different quality to it this morning. He dressed hurriedly, ignored the breakfast tray that had been left on his side dresser while he slept and headed down the stairs of his tower, which sat in the centre of a ring of six similar towers.

  He snapped his fingers at his personal guards on the way to the stables and waited impatiently while their horses were pulled from stalls and saddled. He knew he could have asked for opinion but he didn't want it. Too much in this war was going on without him seeing it first-hand. At least the delay gave him time to issue a few orders, the only words he was going to utter until he stood on the ramparts above the east gate.

  'Bring Chandyr to me at the gate. Bring him quickly. I don't care if he's lying in a pool of his own blood, I want to talk to him. Second, I want an assessment of Julatsa's strength in my briefing chambers when I come back and a man of
substance to discuss it with me. Third, I want to know to the hour when we will have a dimensional alignment that will enable us to cast DimensionCon-nect or something similarly destructive.

  'Now, clear me a path to the walls, I'm a busy man.'

  One of his guards ran back towards the tower circle to pass on Dystran's instructions. Two others mounted up and led off at a gallop towards the east gate of the college and out into the streets. The remaining three rode around Dystran as he put heels to flanks and cantered away into his city.

  He'd not ridden out for too long. It was so easy to feel that the war was going largely according to plan when safe in the cocoon of the college. When those gates closed, shutting out reality was simple, but in the streets, his people were not at ease. Businesses were dying, people were slowly but surely going hungry as his rationing measures bit harder. It was the middle of spring and at a time when the farms that supplied food to Xetesk should be green and yellow with burgeoning crops, most lay idle and overgrown or, worse, supplied his enemies.

  Dystran needed his people to understand-that they'd come too far to turn back now, to surrender to the old order that would remove Xetesk's power. Remove him. He needed them behind him, believing in the greater glory of Xetesk. For the first days of the siege, support had been so solid. His attempts to engage every citizen in the effort, make them feel involved in a struggle for their survival, had appeared to work. From stretcher teams to water carriers, soup-kitchen cooks to weapon sharpeners, everyone had been designated a task. The sense of togetherness had been extraordinary.

  How quickly that support was waning. Barely forty days into the battle and they were losing faith. The eyes turned to him were scared, angry or both. He could understand the fear. None of them was allowed to witness the fighting unless directed for support duty and that meant, for most, that all they had was what they could hear, and the rumours that came back day by day. Most were exaggerated, some verged on being lies. Yet there was little Dystran could realistically do. In the absence of obvious signs of victory, minds naturally turned the other way and doom was easier to share over a few drinks.