Rix. And fast.’
‘Please, not a caitsthe,’ he said in a dead voice. ‘Was it catlike?’
‘Too dark to tell. Though it seemed hairy rather than furry. And foul — it really stank. And … it … the shadows seemed to transform it from one shape to another.’
Tobry stiffened beside her, then slowly let out his breath.
‘What’s the matter?’ said Tali. ‘What is it?’
‘It sounds like some kind of shifter. And I’m mortally afraid of shifters. What if …?’
He did not speak for a few seconds, but his hands, on her shoulders, were trembling and she could hear his racing heart. She recognised the signs. He was close to panic, and he must not give way to it.
‘Rannilt is all alone,’ she said. ‘We have to find her.’
He gave a muffled sob.
‘What is it?’ she said softly.
‘I’ve only known her a day, yet I love her like a daughter.’
‘She gets under the skin. Cling to it, Tobry. We’re going to save her.’
‘Yes, we will.’ A little strength crept back into his voice.
‘What are shifters?’ Tali asked. ‘I remember you and Rix talking about them.’
‘Men that can change to beast-form. Or sometimes, beasts that can transform to man-shape.’
‘Isn’t that the same thing?’
‘Not at all. A beast doesn’t gain human intelligence when it shifts, but it makes up for it in cunning, speed and savagery. A man loses some wit when he becomes a beast, yet he’s still more clever than any wild creature. And more vicious. The beast-man kills because he must, but the man-beast kills because he enjoys it.’
Tali pressed up against him. ‘You know a lot about them.’
‘A shifter helped to bring down my house — ’
There came another howl, more shivery than the first.
‘Could you make some light? The dark is suffocating me.’
‘I’m not sure that’s a good idea,’ said Tobry.
‘The thing I saw has other ways of finding us.’
‘I hope it’s not another caitsthe,’ Tobry croaked. ‘More than anything in the world I hope it’s not a caitsthe.’
‘What’s a caitsthe?’
He told her.
‘But you killed one in the mountains, didn’t you?’
‘Not me.’ He gave a mirthless laugh. ‘Rix fought it to a standstill while I lay on the floor in blissful unconsciousness. I’ve never heard of anyone else killing a caitsthe in single combat. Here.’
The faint light from his elbrot revealed a scarlet face covered in blisters, and the whites of his crusted eyes were pink.
‘Not a pretty sight?’ he said wryly.
But at least the eyes were his again. Did that mean the wrythen had been driven out — or was it just hiding? She looked away. ‘You survived. That’s what matters.’
‘For the moment. Did I thank you?’
‘I don’t need to be thanked.’
‘But I need to say it.’
‘Let’s see if we can get you into the saddle. Can you stand up?’
‘I’ll try.’
He took her under the arms and heaved, and such pain flared through her thigh that she cried out. It felt swollen to twice the size of the other.
‘Sorry,’ said Tobry.
Getting her onto the horse proved to be the most painful few minutes she had ever experienced. Every movement was like having blunt needles forced into the wounds. When Tobry hauled himself up and took her in his arms, she closed her eyes and panted like a woman in childbirth, breathing to control the pain, concentrating on not screaming with every step the horse took.
Not even pain could erase the image of the shapeshifting carrion eater, hunting her for its master.
‘What if it finds Rannilt first?’ Tali whispered. She would have no chance.
‘Not even a caitsthe can catch a galloping horse.’
‘But Rannilt can’t ride.’ And no horse could gallop through the Seethings in the dark. It would end up in pit or pool or bottomless quick-mud within a hundred yards.
She could not stop imagining Rannilt’s terror as the beast stalked her, hiding and revealing itself again, catching her then letting her go. Playing with its food …
She bit down on a cry. Tobry put a hard hand on her thigh and began to whisper a healing spell. It was nothing like her own small gift of healing. This was real magery and she felt the pain fade, the hot tightness ease, the images in her head recede.
‘Sleep,’ he said in her ear.
She was too on edge to sleep, but with his arm around her she felt safe enough to lapse into a daze. Tobry extinguished his mage-light, though from time to time he must have swung his elbrot through the air, for she could see moving trails through her closed eyelids.
They rode on, and on …
‘Tali?’ Tobry said quietly, squeezing her. ‘Don’t make a sound.’
Starlight showed that they were on the side of a small hill, moving through a patch of scrub. A wiry stem trailed across her shoulder, catching in the fabric of her ruined gown.
‘What is it?’ said Tali. ‘Are we out of the Seethings?’
‘No, we’re close to where we left Rannilt and the horses — ’ A sharp breath ruffled her hair.
‘What’s the matter?’ An odd smell hung in the air — slightly sweet, organic, grassy.
‘I don’t know, but something’s wrong.’
‘Maybe your horse took her home.’
‘I can smell fresh horse manure.’
‘Why don’t I call her?’ She took a deep breath.
‘If it’s here, we don’t want to alert it.’
As his arm tightened around her chest, she felt the tremors running through him. Tobry could have said that there was no hope of finding Rannilt, or proposed any number of reasons why going after her was futile, yet he had faced his fears and not mentioned the shifter again. Could any friend do more than he had done, asking nothing in return?
‘If it’s here, it knows we’re coming. And Rannilt — ’
‘Don’t say it,’ said Tobry. ‘That only makes it worse.’
Could anything be worse than the fate Tali was imagining?
‘Don’t think about it, either,’ he added. ‘If this is a trap, she may be unharmed.’
If it was a trap, Rannilt need not be live bait. Tali imagined the shifter creeping up on the terrified child, taunting her, batting her broken body about. Then waiting, covered in her blood, for the real prey.
She was tempted to snatch the reins and gallop away. She wanted to sweep Rannilt up in her arms and protect the child from all the horrors of the world. She burnt to hack the shifter to death, then destroy the wrythen the way she had killed Banj -
‘When you saved me earlier,’ said Tobry in her ear, ‘how did you manage it?’
‘I sensed my enemy, then blocked him out.’
‘See if you can sense him again.’
‘No!’
‘Why not?’
‘He’ll hear the
‘What do you mean?’
‘I told you earlier,’ said Tali. ‘Before it attacked you.’
