Red Season Rising
Page 52
“Blood washing away blood,” Bergnon almost whispered. “It leaves nothing but blood still. There’s no forgiveness for me. No redemption, even now.”
“No, there’ll never be redemption for your kind. Yet you fought with more fire and heart than I could muster in myself. You gave us hope and granted us a chance.” Thaskil outstretched his hand, offering it to Bergnon.
The major stared at it with a look of disbelief and then shame squirmed on his face. He clasped Thaskil’s hand and squeezed it.
“I hate you, but for this effort of yours, you have my gratitude,” Thaskil said.
“I don’t deserve it, lad.” Bergnon released Thaskil’s hand. “I just wish I could see her one last time. Then you can throw me in a pit where I belong, or hang me from a tree, whatever’s deemed fit for me. But I know I’ll never see her again.”
“I don’t know about love, but from what I’ve seen, maybe that’s the cruellest punishment.” Thaskil reached out and took Bergnon’s wrist. He placed a shackle upon one. “In any case, you may well get the pit or the tree. If I know anything of the High Command’s ways, I think they’ll string you.”
“Aye,” Bergnon said, “that’s my reckoning too.” He offered up his other wrist to be shackled. “For my part in this hurt, I am sorry.”
“You know,” Thaskil said. “I happen to believe you are.” He thought for a moment. “Show me your palm.”
Bergnon turned the unshackled hand around, revealing the grime and blister-lined palm.
Thaskil took hold of Bergnon’s wrist and pulled the hand closer. He withdrew his knife, catching Bergnon’s nervous look and holding it for a moment. He drew the blade deep across the palm of the offered hand.
Bergnon winced as the blade travelled and blood welled up from the wound.
“Leave the city and get yourself out of the Free Provinces.” Thaskil wiped the blade and sheathed it.
Bergnon looked at him, confusion spreading on his face as he held his wounded hand. “I don’t understand.”
“Mistake this not for a mercy,” Thaskil growled. “Every time you look at that scar, I want you to remember everything you caused. Every death you are behind. Every family you’ve ruined. Remember them all and then remember her. And hurt.”
Bergnon made to speak, but closed his mouth and held Thaskil’s stare.
“Go. Now.” Thaskil turned and walked towards the High Command, not casting a backward glance at the traitor.
*
Kalfinar ran out into ground beyond the gate. Before him was scattered the burning wreckage of buildings, war machines, and men. He stopped and stared at the mass of Grunnxe’s army as the Desverukan were swallowed up into the black body of the host.
Broden stopped beside him, followed by Subath. The sounds of hundreds of defenders could be heard approaching from the gate.
“What’s going on?” Subath asked. “They had us on our backs.”
“Kal?” Broden asked.
I’ll not stop searching for you. If I have to tear the Cullanain apart and beyond. I’ll not stop searching for you.
“Kal!” Broden shouted.
Kalfinar turned and looked at his cousin. Blood-spatter and filth covered his face, but the concern was clear in his eyes.
“We’ve failed. The Anulii are not coming.” Kalfinar looked back at the horde as a figure on horseback trotted towards them.
“What?” Broden asked.
“The sleeping saviours, they do not come. The demons have taken her, and so, they’ve taken Dajda too. Look.” Kalfinar pointed towards the horseman.
“I know that man like I know me ol’ mam’s tit,” growled Subath.
“Grunnxe,” Kalfinar hissed.
The old king turned his horse to the side and revealed the prostrate form of Evelyne over the back of his horse. “Your world is finished!” Grunnxe called out, his voice aided with an unnatural volume. “Your Liar God and her proxy belong to Balzath now.”
A huge shimmering and swirling rent was torn in the horizon behind the horde, bathing all in a silvery light.
Kalfinar shielded his eyes from the light and broke into a run, his teeth gritted and fury burning in his throat.
Grunnxe’s army moved towards the silvery light as it grew. The obscured silhouette of the horde blinked into the brightness and then disappeared as the tear vanished, leaving only horizon behind.
Kalfinar stopped, his breath heaving. “I won’t stop searching for you.”
The End
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
“Thank you” seems so small and insignificant a pairing of words when I consider the huge sense of gratitude I feel for all those who have helped, listened, endured and encouraged me over the last few years.
Polly, for your endless support, patience, and love, I am eternally thankful. You keep me anchored in the real world, with you, where I belong.
My Parents, for raising me in a home of warmth, love, and legends.
My siblings, for sharing a wonderful childhood, and for your friendship today.
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D.M. Murray was born and raised in Ireland in a home full of love, laughter, animal hair, and chaos. He lives in Scotland with his wife and majestic labradoodle, Hudson. When not hunched over his laptop, being stared at intently by Hudson, D.M. is to be found on long walks with his wife, or enjoying the wilderness of Scotland. Or bodging some DIY. Or working in the Renewable Energy industry.
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FURTHER THANKS
Editing by TJ Redig
Cover Artwork by John Anthony Di Giovanni, JAD Illustrated (www.jadillustrated.com)
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Map art work by Marie Claire Murray Design and Illustrations Ltd
A big ‘thank you’ to TJ, John, Shawn, and Marie Claire for their excellent work!