then?'
'Not mine,' said Berun. 'The words of the Oak Father. I am merely his hand. I am vengeance.'
' 'I am vengeance,' ' said Chereth. 'Those are the words of Kheil the killer, not Berun, son of the Oak Father.'
Lewan could see his master's gaze turning inward as he considered the old druid's words. But then Berun blinked, his eyes cleared, and he said, 'It seems then that Kheil must become the son of the Oak Father. Berun Kharn kienelleth. Hope must become vengeance.'
'Then I have no choice,' said Chereth. 'I am so sorry, my son. I must destroy you.'
The druid took in a breath, raised his staff with both hands And a dark shape hit him. The half-elf went down under the dead weight. Eyes wide, Lewan saw that it was one of the druid's dark creatures.
But quite dead. Broken and bloody, in fact, its throat a mangled mess. Not cut, it had been ravaged by teeth.
'Oh, no,' said a hoarse voice. 'That bastard is mine.'
An even larger form dropped down from the ledge at the edge of the roof, then stood up. What was visible of his skin showed greenish gray under the floating lights, but he was covered in a black wetness that Lewan knew was blood. More coated his heavy blade and the hand that held it.
It was Sauk.
Chapter Forty
The half-orc had not only killed one of Chereth's dark creatures-he had scaled the tower carrying the dead weight, then thrown it on the druid. Sauk stood near the edge of the roof, covered in gore-much of it his own blood. His skin was a collage of cuts, scrapes, and scratches. He bled from a deep gouge on his left shoulder.
Sauk fixed his gaze on Berun, who still knelt on the ground. 'On your feet, you bastard. Your skulking little lizard killed Taaki.' He hooked three fingers like claws and raked them across his face and heart. 'Now I'm going to eat your heart. Dam ul dam. Blood for blood.'
Completely unhurried and seemingly unconcerned, Berun pushed himself to his feet. He still had the knife in his hand, but it hung in a relaxed grip at his side. 'Talieth…?'
'Doesn't matter,' said Sauk, and he approached Berun. 'All that matters now is you and me.'
'You dare!' Chereth crawled out from under the dead weight of his servant and regained his feet. Blood from the dead creature smeared his robes, and he trembled with rage. The lights drifting over the roof flared brightly and took on a red tint. 'Ebeneth!'
The foliage around Sauk erupted, vines snaking forward and branches grasping for him. But the half-orc was prepared. He leaped away, and when the plants came too close, he slashed at them with his blade, cleaving vines and sending leaves flying. Dodging the first assault, he tried to charge the druid, but more plants rose up to block his way and try to trap him. Sauk slashed and jumped. A few meager creepers managed to grasp one leg and arm, but he ripped away.
Chereth raised his staff and pointed, as if directing the attack. More and more leaves and branches surged after the half-orc, driving him away. Sauk cut and punched and kicked his way out of them, but he was being steadily forced toward the ledge.
Berun raised his knife and charged the old druid.
But Chereth saw him coming. He took one hand from his staff, held it palm upward before his face, and said, 'Naur telleth!'
A burst of flame erupted in Chereth's palm, painting his manic features in a devilish light. He curled his hand into a fist, thrust it outward, and the flame shot straight for Berun.
Berun put his forearm in front of his face and tried to dodge, but the flame followed him and struck his midsection. Berun screamed and fell.
'Master!' Lewan called out.
His blistered torso smoking, his face twisted in pain, Berun pushed himself onto his feet and looked to Lewan.
Lewan took one step forward and tossed the hammer. It tumbled end over end in a long arc. The druid cried out and threw another gout of flame at the hammer. With his free hand, Berun reached out. The haft of the hammer slapped into his palm, he gripped it, twirled, and swung. The heavy stone hammerhead struck the ball of flame in midair, scattering it into a cloud of bright sparks.
Roaring like a wild animal, Sauk was still trying to find a way past the vines, but no matter how much he dodged or slashed, more always rose to take his place, pursuing him.
A weapon in each hand, Berun resumed his advance, more cautiously this time. A large patch of skin on his stomach and chest was blistered and torn, and he was obviously in pain.
Lewan turned and crouched next to Ulaan. She was trembling, her eyes wide. Lewan tried to peel back some of the vines and leaves. Some that had been burned crisp broke away, but most of the foliage still twisted tightly around her. He could see that her clothes had taken most of the flames. Only the skin of her hands and one cheek showed any injury from the fire. Her shivering was more from fear and shock than severe physical harm.
'Ulaan, can you hear me?'
Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at him. She didn't speak, but her gaze seemed to acknowledge his presence. Lewan pulled and tore at the vines. Whether they had been weakened by the flames or because the druid's magic was focused elsewhere, Lewan made progress, if too slow for his liking. Some of the vines had thorns that gouged and ripped his skin, but he ground his teeth through the pain and kept at it.
Lewan pulled and twisted at her bindings, snapping a thick tendril and freeing her left arm. 'I don't suppose you could call for help?'
'Th-they're dying, Lewan,' said Ulaan. Lewan could see that she had the jewel of the necklace clutched in her hand. 'M-my… sister.' A sob shook her and she squeezed her eyes shut. 'They're all dying.'
Lewan looked over his shoulder. Sauk was only a pace or two from the ledge, the vines and foliage still pushing and whipping at him. More vines had risen to try to seize Berun, and Chereth continued to lob balls of flame at them both. Sauk managed to duck or dodge most, though he had a large burn on his forearm. Berun was avoiding the fire or swiping it away with the hammer.
Lewan knew there was little he could do to help his master. But he might be able to help Ulaan.
'If I can get this off of you,' he pulled off another long vine, 'do you think you can walk?'
'Get me out of here, and I'll run,' she said.
Lewan smiled and tore at the greenery. Some of the smaller creepers had burrowed into Ulaan's cloak, and bits of fabric ripped away as he pulled the foliage.
'Lewan?'
'What?' He kept at his work, not looking her in the face. 'I meant what I said. That I care for you.' 'We'll talk of that later.' Behind him, Sauk roared. 'If there is a later.'
A great many of Talieth's blades lay dead or dying. Only the most skilled of her assassins had lasted past the first assault, for their steel did little to deter the druid's creatures. The monsters hurled themselves on the assassins' steel, and if they felt any pain, it only seemed to fuel their fury. The assassins who could cast spells lasted longer, and Talieth was foremost among them, hurling fire and bolts of arcane energy at the creatures. Flame seemed the only thing that gave the creatures pause-and even that did not last long against their cunning, for they came in great numbers, some throwing themselves at their prey, distracting them, while others lunged in from behind.
Talieth lost sight of Valmir, concentrating all her attention on killing anything that came too close. It didn't take her long to realize that the creatures were slaughtering the assassins only as a means to an end. They were coming for her.
The assassins nearest her seemed to realize it as well, and they fled, leaving Talieth standing alone in the heavy mists, surrounded by a ring of the druid's minions. They moved in slowly, their eyes reflecting the light of the fire Talieth held in her upraised hand. It sizzled and hissed as the rain struck it.
