Beyond the Mists of Katura e-3

by James Barclay

  ‘Let me do the jokes,’ he said.

  ‘Just as soon as we’re at the top. Come on, let’s get moving. Never mind the race. This wait isn’t doing you any favours.’

  They climbed side by side, scaling the first section with ease. Auum felt invigorated, testing himself against the mountain. Across from him Ulysan kept on glancing up and, as they approached the narrows, he began to sweat despite the cold.

  ‘Keep it going, Ulysan,’ said Auum. ‘Plenty of room for your ego yet.’

  Ulysan was gasping. They were forced to turn ninety degrees, their backs to one wall, hands and feet on the other, pushing up. Auum could see, far above, the last of the Il-Aryn and TaiGethen scrambling over the top and away. Faces rimmed the opening and Auum waved they were all right.

  Only they weren’t. The narrowing fissure forced them into an ever more upright position, never too much to prevent them from pushing and pulling their way up but tight on the torso.

  ‘You’re doing just fine,’ said Auum.

  Ulysan swallowed. He moved another foot or two up and his left ear brushed a tiny outcrop in the otherwise smooth wall. He overcompensated and his right ear brushed the other side. He froze.

  ‘Auum!’ he said, the fear alive in his voice.

  ‘Just rest your head back to the left. There’s room, I promise you there’s room.’

  Ulysan’s head was an unusual shape and his ears stuck out a little, but Auum couldn’t see anywhere he risked getting caught though he would get a few scrapes along the way. The big TaiGethen nodded and reached up again, leaning his head as Auum had said. He braced his feet and pushed, inching up.

  Right above them the walls angled slightly to the right and closed fractionally, taking the incline off the vertical, but only by a few degrees. Auum moved into the turn, feeling the rock above his head and angling his body to give him the position to drag his legs through.

  ‘Just follow me and do what I do,’ said Auum. ‘You’ll be fine. It’s tight but not too tight.’

  Ulysan inched up and his head touched the angle in the rock, forcing him to tilt his neck. He gasped and stopped, rocking his head from side to side to convince himself there was room.

  ‘You’re nearly there. You need to push up, get your shoulders across the angle and you’ll have all the space you can dream of.’

  Ulysan reached forward, pulled and jerked his legs down to push himself up but didn’t bend his torso to ease over the angle. His head struck the rock face above him and his shoulders jammed against the walls as he tried to turn his whole body to give his head more space to twist.

  ‘No.’ It was little more than a whimper. ‘No.’

  ‘You’re all right, Ulysan,’ said Auum.

  ‘I’m not,’ he said, gasping in shallow breaths. ‘I’m stuck. I’m stuck! Please, Auum, I’m stuck!’

  ‘You’re not stuck. You just need to back up about a foot and reorient yourself.’

  ‘I can’t go back. Please don’t make me go back.’ Ulysan was starting to panic. His hands were scrabbling so hard he was drawing blood, and his feet worked at the wall, moving him nowhere. ‘I can’t move. Please, I can’t-’

  ‘Ulysan, take a single deep breath. . concentrate on the air flowing in and out, good and slow.’

  ‘I can’t!’ wailed Ulysan. ‘No room for my chest. It’s stuck fast. I can’t breathe, Auum, I can’t!’

  Auum was in the wrong place to help. He was a body length ahead and facing up, only able to see Ulysan if he twisted his head down to look past his shoulder. He moved up as fast as he could, looking for the space and angles to turn around.

  ‘Don’t leave me!’ screamed Ulysan. ‘Please! Don’t leave me here alone in the darkness.’

  Auum edged his body around, feeling his back catch on the wall and his left ear scrape painfully against a sharp ridge. Ulysan was still screaming. Auum heaved himself about, feeling the pressure across his body as he faced vertically down. He jammed his feet, pressed his back up as hard as he could and inched across and back down towards his oldest friend.

  Ulysan was still scrabbling when Auum laid his hands on the suffering TaiGethen’s and stilled them.

  ‘I’m here,’ he said quietly and as calmly as he could. ‘You’re not alone.’

  ‘Ellarn?’ asked Ulysan, managing to turn his head just enough to meet Auum’s gaze.

  ‘No, Ulysan, it’s Auum. Come back to me, Ulysan. Ellarn went a long time ago.’

  ‘It’s going to be just like before,’ said Ulysan. ‘Trapped in the dark, no one to hear me.’

  ‘I heard you, Ulysan,’ said Auum. ‘Can you hear me?’

  ‘I can hear you. Where are you?’

  ‘I’m right in front of you, old friend. Do one thing for me. Breathe slow, breathe deep.’

  ‘That’s two things,’ said Ulysan, and relief flushed through Auum; at least something was left to work with. ‘Auum, are you there?’

  ‘I’m here, Ulysan. I’ve got your hands. Did you breathe?’

  ‘I did. I think I did.’

  ‘Good, Ulysan. You’re not lost. You’re not in the dark.’

  Ulysan stared at him. ‘It’s not dark?’

  ‘No. Come back to me. Remember where you are. Do you remember?’

  ‘I’m stuck. . I’m stuck in a crack and I can’t move. Auum, help me!’

  Ulysan’s fingers began to scrabble again and Auum tightened his grip.

  ‘Feel that, Ulysan. That’s me. I’m here with you. Yniss is here with you. You are in a crack but you aren’t stuck. I want you to listen to my voice and do what I ask. Can you do that for me?’

  ‘I can try.’

  ‘That’s all anyone can ever ask.’

  ‘Auum? Is Ellarn dead?’

  ‘Yes, Ulysan. Ellarn is dead and safe in Shorth’s embrace.’

  Ulysan wept, his cheek against the rock face and his tears frosting on his cheeks.

  ‘But you aren’t, Ulysan. And I am going to help you get out of here. You trust me, don’t you?’

  Ulysan tried to nod but it was little more than a twitch of his neck. ‘I’m cold. It’s cold in here.’

  ‘Then let me help you. Warmth and food are close by, but you have to trust me and do as I ask.’

  ‘Don’t let me die in here.’

  Auum felt shivers course up and down his body. Ulysan’s quiet words tore into his soul and he had to force himself to focus on the practical or he’d be weeping too and they’d both be lost.

  ‘I am not going to let you die. I will never let you die. Shall we get out of here?’

  ‘Yes.’

  It was a whisper of quiet affirmation, almost lost in the whistle of the wind, but it was all Auum needed to hear.

  ‘Good, Ulysan, good. Now listen closely and we’ll be warm in no time. The first thing you have to do is push yourself back to free your chest and shoulders. Just a very little, just very gently. You can do it and I’ll be watching.’

  ‘I’ll fall,’ said Ulysan.

  ‘No, you won’t,’ said Auum. ‘Brace with your back and legs and slide ever so slowly, just a little. I can tell you when to stop if you like.’

  ‘I can’t.’

  ‘You are Ulysan. You can do anything.’

  ‘I couldn’t save Ellarn.’

  Tears sprang into Auum’s eyes. After so long Ulysan’s pain had not died; the guilt remained, waiting to rise and bite him when he was at his most vulnerable.

  ‘Nothing could have saved Ellarn. It wasn’t your fault.’

  ‘He was so close and I couldn’t reach him.’

  ‘I know. And I know you loved him and you will always miss him. Keep him in your heart and know he is safe. We will pray for him when we reach the top. But right now you have to move back for me, just a little bit, Ulysan. I’ll keep hold of your hands, and when I squeeze, you can stop.’

  Ulysan was quiet for a time and his body calmed. His breathing became a little more regular.

  ‘Don’t let me fall.’


  ‘Never, my brother, never.’

  Ulysan relaxed and his body slipped too fast. His back came away from the wall and his feet slithered on the rock. His hands jerked from Auum’s grip. He screamed like a child. Auum let himself slide. He was slimmer and quicker than Ulysan, who was scrabbling to stop himself again. Auum grabbed his hands as his body angled back over the vertical.

  Auum roared with pain as he jammed his feet hard, one up one down, against the walls of the fissure and pressed his back as hard as he could into the rock surface. Ulysan’s weight carried them both on. Auum pushed harder, feeling his jacket snag and tear. He ground to halt with his arms and head over the drop, hanging on to Ulysan, who was dangling in space.

  ‘Ulysan, stop swinging your legs!’

  ‘I’m going to fall!’ he cried. ‘Don’t let me fall.’

  ‘I’ve got you,’ said Auum. ‘But you must stop moving. I’ve got you. Ulysan, look at me. Look at me!’

  Auum had him, but he couldn’t say for how long. His feet were dragging by fractions and he couldn’t keep the pressure of his back on the wall for long with Ulysan’s weight on his arms and shoulders. Ulysan was gasping in shallow breaths, still trying to get his feet on to the wall. But he’d forgotten everything he’d ever learned about climbing and all he did was weaken Auum’s grip.

  ‘Ulysan! I am your Arch and your friend. Look at me, see my eyes.’

  Ulysan looked up, and Auum saw all the pain of his memories etched on his face. Tears had streaked the dust on his cheeks and his eyes were wide and terrified.

  ‘It’ll be just like before only it’ll be me this time.’ Ulysan wailed a cry that echoed up and down the fissure. ‘It’ll be me!’

  ‘No, it won’t, because I’ve got you. Ulysan, keep looking at me. Tell me what happened before. Did you die?’

  ‘No,’ said Ulysan, and a flicker of hope entered his eyes. ‘I held on and I was saved.’

  ‘You held on and you were saved,’ said Auum, holding Ulysan’s gaze. ‘And you’re holding on now and you’ll be saved now too. Yniss is watching over us. He is saving you for greater tasks ahead.’

  ‘Like saving your sorry hide?’

  ‘Exactly that, and you can’t do that hanging there.’ Auum’s feet slipped a little more and Ulysan dropped an inch. He whimpered. ‘And now it’s time to put you right. Are you with me?’

  ‘I can’t get my feet right.’

  ‘That’s because you’re facing the wall. Turn your body out a quarter and brace a foot against each wall. I’ve still got you.’

  ‘Don’t let me go.’

  ‘If I do that, you won’t be able to save my sorry hide. You owe me.’

  Ulysan actually smiled, and Auum thought they might get out of this alive. The big TaiGethen turned his body and Auum braced himself while Ulysan jammed his feet against the walls. The relief through Auum’s arms was more welcome than he would ever admit; he’d been closer to letting go than he thought.

  ‘You did it! You did it, Ulysan! You’re halfway there.’

  Auum could see the control return to his friend’s body. Ulysan moved his legs to get better purchase and his arms moved reflexively.

  ‘Good, you’re ready,’ said Auum. ‘I’m going to let your left arm go, and you’re going to get it on the wall above your left leg. Can you do that?’

  ‘Yes,’ said Ulysan.

  ‘All right then,’ said Auum. ‘I’m releasing my grip in three, two, one, now.’

  Ulysan’s hand slapped against the rock and he pressed his palm in hard. He jerked on his right hand and Auum placed it against the rock and let go. Ulysan steadied and looked up, down at his body and the drop below, and up at Auum.

  ‘I did it,’ he breathed.

  ‘Yes, you did. You can do anything; you’re Ulysan. And now I want you to follow me into the angle and do exactly as I say when I say it. Can you do that?’

  Ulysan looked up at the tightening of the walls and the slight angle to the new incline. He swallowed hard.

  ‘Don’t let me get stuck in there.’

  ‘Follow me.’ Auum began to inch backwards, watching Ulysan all the way. ‘The wall is angling above your head. The moment you feel it touch, tip your head away and bend at the waist. . now. That’s it. Pause there.’

  Ulysan was gasping again, his hands groping for the next grip point but his legs rock steady.

  ‘You’re doing fine, Ulysan. You’re almost there. Now, move your legs up, keep your body where it is and push very gently. Reach your arms ahead and try to flatten out.’

  Auum watched Ulysan come forward inch by grinding inch. His body was tight in the crack and his head rubbed the walls, his ears bending over closed.

  ‘It’s so close,’ said Ulysan, a note of panic entering his voice again. ‘It’s getting tighter. I’m sticking, Auum.’

  ‘No, you aren’t, you’re still moving. Keep coming, Ulysan. Slowly. Smooth movement, that’s it. Now pull with your hands and brace your back up. That’s it, you’ve got it. Your legs are coming round. I can see them.’

  Auum crabbed a little further back, aware of his own precarious position. Above him the fissure widened again. He needed to turn before he lost the pressure of the wall on his back. Ulysan inched on. Auum could see the fear on his face, the tautness of his skin and the desperation in his eyes.

  ‘Just a little more. . Ulysan.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘You’re in. Yniss preserve you, you’re in! You’ve done it! Now come on, keep moving just like you are and come up where I am.’

  ‘Auum.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘You’re facing the wrong way. That’s a poor way to start a race.’

  ‘What?’

  Ulysan’s desire to get away from the seat of his terror gave him strength and pace on the climb that Auum could only wonder at. By the time he’d turned himself the right way, Ulysan was past him and up into the wider final section of the fissure. Auum tried to close the gap, but Ulysan was practically climbing hand over hand, his legs propelling him upwards at a reckless pace.

  Auum was only too happy to let him have his head. He climbed in Ulysan’s wake, feeling the ache in his muscles and the emotional fatigue draining his strength. But his relief kept him moving. He saw Ulysan crawl over the lip of the fissure and stand, looking back down, shooing away the figures that came to his side.

  Auum moved up the last few feet. Hands clamped over his wrists and hauled him bodily out of the fissure and onto a freezing cold, wind-blown and snow-covered plateau. He thought there might have been a cheer, but Ulysan’s embrace eclipsed it. The big TaiGethen crushed him in his arms and against his chest. His breath heaved in and sobs shook his body.

  ‘Thank you. Dear Yniss, thank you for Auum. Thank you.’

  ‘It’s all right, Ulysan,’ said Auum. ‘You’re safe now.’

  ‘Safe,’ said Ulysan, and the word must have sounded like blessed peace because the strength went from his legs and Auum let them both sink to the ground, still locked together. ‘Safe.’

  Auum didn’t register for how long, but there they stayed until hands and gentle voices ushered them into the warm.

  There was no desire to move further that day. They rested in the sanctuary that magic provided. Ulysan slept for the most part, and Auum watched him in case the nightmares took him. With night falling and the TaiGethen scouts returned from the ice shelf Merrat and Grafyrre had found the day before, their course was set for the morning. Stein sat down next to Auum, bringing two cups of hot broth.

  ‘How’s he doing?’

  Auum’s smile was fragile, his lips trembling despite his best efforts.

  ‘I don’t know,’ he said, putting a hand on Ulysan’s shoulder.

  ‘He’s your best climber,’ said Stein. ‘You don’t have to tell me, but what happened in there?’

  ‘We all have our demons,’ said Auum.

  Stein held up his hands. ‘Then there’s you too. You were down there with him the whole time and
yet you’re trying to pretend you aren’t affected. Talk to me, Auum, let it out. The tension is radiating from you.’

  Auum thought for a moment, wondering if what he wanted to say — and to a human of all people — represented betrayal.

  ‘You will never repeat what I am going to tell you,’ said Auum.

  ‘I am your brother. I will never betray you.’

  ‘We’ll make an elf out of you yet,’ said Auum. He paused to gather his thoughts. ‘Ulysan was young when it happened. It was back on Hausolis, the old elven homeland. A freak set of circumstances. . He was exploring a cave system when there was a rockfall that trapped him and Ellarn. There had been heavy rainfall too, and while they were trapped another storm struck the hills. Water poured down the tunnel they were in. It was powerful enough to loosen all the earth and rock that had trapped them. They were washed back down towards the sinkhole they’d climbed. Ulysan managed to grip on to a root and stop himself going over the edge but Ellarn was swept down. His body was never found.’

  ‘Who was Ellarn?’ Stein had to clear his throat to speak.

  ‘He was Ulysan’s younger brother. Ulysan was teaching him how to climb.’

  ‘How did he get out?’

  ‘I can’t imagine the suffering he went through,’ said Auum, wiping his eyes. ‘Clinging on for hours in the dark, calling out for Ellarn but only hearing his own voice echoing back his grief. He was rescued when it was plain he and Ellarn were long overdue and in trouble.’

  ‘Who rescued him?’

  ‘He doesn’t know,’ said Auum. ‘One day he’ll remember.’

  ‘How long ago was this?’

  Auum blew out his cheeks. ‘More than three thousand years.’

  Stein gasped. ‘It all came back when he thought he’d got stuck in the fissure? Such a long time to hold on to such pain.’

  ‘Immortality has its curses.’

  Chapter 29

  Those who entertain the possibility of defeat will always suffer the reality.

  Auum, Arch of the TaiGethen

  You are making the right choice. I am certain Auum will forgive you.

  Takaar had moved quickly, resting and eating sparingly, following the trail left by Auum and his ill-fated force. Word had reached Julatsa of considerable numbers of Wesmen landing on the northern and southern beaches, moving inland towards the colleges. No doubt they would skirt Xetesk in the south and lay siege to Lystern. It gave yet more impetus to his mission.