by Garth Nix
It was a message for Gref, in case he woke up. Tal was leaving him now.
But he would be back.
Out in the hall, Milla was already running for the western corridor entrance, with Odris close behind her.
Adras roared out a challenge to the Spiritshadows that were spilling out from the eastern and southern corridors, their Chosen masters close behind them.
"Die, little shadows!" roared Adras. Shadow-lightning flickered from his hands, and he stretched himself to be more than fourteen stretches high. For a moment, even Tal was scared, and he understood why the Guards were approaching slowly. None of them - or their Spiritshadows - wanted to be the first to tangle with whatever Adras was.
To make them even less eager, Tal raised his Sunstone and concentrated on it. Red light flared in its depths and Tal coaxed it to the surface. Then he screamed a war cry and thrust out his hand.
Triple Red Rays of Destruction shot out from the stone, slicing across the darkness of the Hall, weaving together and then apart, striking stone, shadow and flesh. Sparks shot from stone, scraps of shadow flew, and Guards shouted in sudden pain.
Tal ran as answering rays shot out. He was already looking away when a shockingly brilliant white light flashed and he felt its heat on his face.
"Strong!" boomed Adras, who was running at his side. "Again! Give me light!"
Ahead, Milla's sword left a trail of luminescent afterimages as she cut at the two Guards who blocked her way. Odris grappled with their thin-waisted Spiritshadows, holding one off with a raised foot as she gripped the other and twisted and twisted, as if she were winding up a top.
Then all four of them were in the western corridor and there was no one ahead. Shouts and cries and the call of the wakener dimmed behind them as they ran and ran.
"Which way?" Milla shouted as they came to the first intersection. A Guard stepped out and was instantly bowled over by Adras, and her Spiritshadow flattened by a two-fisted punch from Odris.
"Not that way!" yelled Tal, as he saw more Guards coming up from the left. He turned and saw yet another squad coming from the right.
There was only straight ahead, and they were running again as Tal desperately tried to remember the Codex's map. He didn't know the White Rooms, and he was already a bit lost.
Besides, where could they run to?
"Guards ahead!" shouted Milla as they came to another intersection, a three-way fork in the corridor.
Tal stopped and stared. There were Guards ahead… but that was not the worst of it. Safely behind the first rank was the ponderous body of Shadowmaster Sushin, wrapped in the robes of the Deputy Lumenor of the Orange Order. He had his hideous, fanged monster of a new Spiritshadow at his side.
Sushin saw Tal at the same time. Despite his fleshy arms, his reflexes were quicker than the boy's. His hand flashed up and a ball of orange light flashed out, screeching across the forty stretches between them.
Adras tried to bat it away but the ball went straight through his palm, without seeming to touch the shadow-flesh.
It struck Tal as he was raising his own Sunstone, desperately summoning a blue shield from its sparkling depths.
He was too late. The shield formed as the ball exploded around his head. Tal felt burning fire in his eyes. He screamed and fell back, twisting his hands into what he imagined were blackened sockets.
"Blind!" he screamed. "I'm blind!"
Sushin laughed, and the Guards and his own Spiritshadow charged forward.
The laughter stopped suddenly as Milla threw her Merwin-horn sword. It arced through the air like a golden lightning bolt and hit Sushin's left shoulder, the point sticking out his back. He stared openmouthed at it.
The Guards and his Spiritshadow stopped and looked back.
Sushin closed his mouth. A smile started to spread across his bloated face.
Then he started to laugh again.
It was the laugh that made Milla decide to run. She knew she'd missed his heart, that it wasn't a killing blow. But no normal man could take such a wound and laugh.
Tal had described Sushin to her and she had heard his fear. Now she felt it, too.
This was no normal Chosen. His laugh made her feel cold inside - colder than the Ice.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
"Adras, get Tal!" shouted Milla. "Then run!" "I can't see!" Tal cried out as he felt his ruined eyes.
Adras picked him up and shoved him under his arm and then they were running again, taking turns at random, always away from wherever they saw Guards.
Milla had the sense that soon every corridor would have Guards in it. They had to have a plan. She had to know where they were going.
The moment that no pursuers were in sight, she stopped. The others almost crashed into her.
"Blind!" screamed Tal. "He blinded me!"
Milla slapped him, hard. Then she held his hands and looked at his eyes.
"Your eyes are fine," she snapped. "It is like being snow-blind. You will recover."
"I will?" whispered Tal. He took a deep breath and then another. Blindness was the great fear of all Chosen. A blind Chosen was automatically relegated to the Underfolk, for they could not work with light.
"You will," confirmed Milla, though she wasn't really sure. His eyes did look normal. "If we get away. How do we get out of the White Rooms?"
"Where are we now?" asked Tal. "I don't know! A tunnel!" Tal thought for a moment, ignoring the pain in his eye sockets.
"The laundry chute," he said. "It'll be the only way between levels that won't be guarded. Find an Underfolk and make them show you the way." "And how do I do that?" asked Milla.
"West. Keep going west."
Milla didn't answer. She just started running again. Tal heard her footsteps, but he hadn't been picked up.
"Adras!" he shouted, panicked, sure that he had been left behind. "Adras!"
"Yes?" asked Adras.
"Carry me. And keep up with Milla and Odris!" "Where did they go?" asked Adras, as he picked up the Chosen boy. "I wasn't looking."
Tal bent his head, exasperation fighting with fear inside him to see which would win. He was about to explode when Milla's voice came echoing back down the corridor.
"Adras! Come on!"
As Adras half slid and half ran with him, Tal cautiously felt his eyes again. Surely they had been burned? But he was calmer now, and his fingers assured him that his eyes were still there after all.
Then he found that Adras's shadow-flesh was quite cold, and he pressed his forehead against the Storm Shepherd's side so his eyes were cooled.
"What are you doing?" asked Adras, and he slowed down to look.
"Cooling my eyes," said Tal. A thought struck him and he asked, "Can you still make rain?"
Adras shrugged, a movement that made him nearly drop the boy. "I have to go puffy. If I go puffy I can't have legs. We could fly."
"No, no," said Tal. Having Adras fly in the narrow corridors of the White Rooms would be a disaster.
Then Tal heard two voices at the same time. One was obviously a Guard and the other Milla.
"There they are!" and "Hurry up! Hurry! I've found an Underfolk!"
Tal never heard what Milla said to the Underfolk because Adras didn't catch up before they were running again. He kept his eyes pressed against the cool shadow, blinking frequently.
Gradually, he became aware of light filtering into the corners of his eyes and he felt a great surge of relief.
Relief that was dampened by the shouts behind… and now ahead of them.
Tal risked taking a look. He could see, but only just. His vision was blurry and full of floating specks and dots.
They were in an Underfolk passage now, barging between rows of boxes and bags that could contain anything. Milla was screaming at first Tal couldn't understand why and then he saw terrified Underfolk pressed up against the walls as they flung themselves out of the way. Then they had to do it again, seconds
later, as the Guards came charging after, their swords out and Spiritshadows running with them.
There was no sign of Sushin, for which Tal was unbelievably grateful.
"Stop in the name of the Empress!" roared the lead Guard, and he paused to project a Violet beam of light at Tal. But he had not warned the Guards behind him that he was stopping, and they crashed into him just as he fired the beam. It hit a pile of cloth bags, exploding them into shredded pieces.
Fire caught and smoke billowed up, as Guards jumped over their fallen comrade and ran on. Spiritshadows spread to the outer walls and ceiling, where they could run more freely above and to the sides of their masters.
Underfolk tried to stay out of the way, in silent suffering.
"Chute!" said a voice Tal did not recognize. He hurled himself out of Adras's grasp and saw an old Underfolk man pointing at the swinging hatch that covered the laundry chute.
"You first!" said Milla. "You know the way!"
Tal hesitated, then dived in. He had his Sunstone lit up before the hatch even banged. It was dark in the chute, and he was afraid of what might be waiting in it for them. What if Sushin had guessed their plan?
Before he could think any more of that, Milla, Adras, and Odris came after him. Milla cannoned into his back and that was enough to push him off the lip, into the actual chute.
"Whoa!" yelled Tal as he shot down the greased stone chute. This was at least twice as fast as he usually went!
Before he knew it he was already whizzing past the next level, the brief outline of light around the hatch a momentary flash. Then the chute did a sharp switchback turn and Tal was tumbled on his side and the acid burn on his leg stabbed him with pain.
The next level seemed to pass in a second and they switchbacked again. This time Tal was almost upside down and Milla was pressed up against him, so they were like one big lump of laundry accelerating all the way down.
"Slow! We have to slow down!" screamed Tal as he pushed his feet against the sides of the chute. "Adras!"
"No!" shouted Milla. "Faster! We are pursued!" Still Tal kept his feet against the sides, till his already worn soles were gone and his feet were burning worse than in the desert sands of Aenir.
Only then did he realize that Milla was laughing. She laughed all the way down, and was still laughing when all four shot out at the very end of the line, bouncing and crashing through stacked bag after bag of dirty Chosen washing.
As soon as they stopped, she was up and had the hatch closed and its lock turned.
"Now where are we?" she asked. "Underfolk Seven," said Tal, looking around. "The Main Laundry." "That was fun," said Adras. Odris nodded her agreement.
"No it wasn't," said Tal sternly. He turned to Milla and said, "And why were you laughing?" Milla looked at him.
"My sword," she said. "It is up there, in the monster… the one that looks like a Chosen. Shadow-master Sushin."
"So?" asked Tal wearily. Milla was still blurry and he couldn't make out the expression on her face. What was funny about that?
"I threw it to save you," said Milla. "That means you have to go and get it back for me."
Tal's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what she was saying. It was bad enough that Gref was still a prisoner and sick as well. And the Codex was up in the Mausoleum, where it was no use to anyone.
Now she wanted him to get her sword back?
From Sushin?
"Ha ha!" Milla laughed. She clapped her knuckles together. "Your face!"
"You" Tal began. Then he stopped. A slow, hesitant smile began to spread across his face.
"We got away," he said. "But you want me to think that I have to go"
"Yes, yes," laughed Milla as they kept moving.
"It is an Icecarl joke!" Tal wanted to laugh along… but then he thought of Gref, and the laughter stuck in his throat till it came out as a single sob.
There was a tremendous crash and a ringing sound as the hatch of the chute bent out and then snapped back.
Instantly, Milla's laughter stopped. "Quick!" she said. "Which way?"
Tal squinted, his heart pounding. He still couldn't see properly. Was it the third door that led out to the Lower Underfolk Cavern? Or the second?
"That way!" he said, and then he was stumbling around the laundry bags with the others close at his heels.
They were only just through the door when a Guard's Spiritshadow gingerly slid under the hatch and reared up to look around. Satisfied that it seemed safe, it unlocked the hatch.
Moments later, more Guards and Spiritshadows spilled out of the chute stretching, grumbling, and cursing. The chute was not suited to full-grown Chosen. More and more came out, and then the last two had to reach back in and help out a particularly round and heavy Chosen.
It was Sushin. He held the Merwin-horn sword in his hand, and there was a great hole in his orange robes at the shoulder.
But there was no blood.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Garth Nix was born in 1963 and grew up in Canberra, Australia. His book
Sabriel won Best Fantasy Novel in the Aurealis Awards for Excellence in Australian Science Fiction and was named an ALA Notable Book and a Best Book for Young Adults. His novel
Shade's Children was named an ALA Best Book for Young Adults and an ABA Pick of the Lists. He is also the author of
The Ragwitch and the forthcoming
Lirael: Daughter of the Clayr.
He currently lives in Sydney, Australia.
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