The wraith solidified and fixed upon her—upon the staff's crystal.
'Do it!' il'Sänke shouted weakly.
The screech faded to a hiss, and the black undead lunged at her.
Wynn dodged away to the street's center, and Shade charged in, snarling. The wraith faltered and swung at the dog. Shade was too slow in trying to reverse.
The cloth-wrapped hand didn't go through this time.
Shade yelped as the blow struck solidly against her head. She went tumbling across the cobblestones as if she weighed nothing.
Wynn had no chance even to cry out as the wraith turned on her again. She tried scurrying out of reach to get even one instant to ignite the staff's crystal.
The wraith jerked to a halt. The hand that had struck Shade now trailed behind it. Its arm was pulled back taut, as if something unseen had taken hold of its wrist. Wynn heard a thrumming utterance coming from il'Sänke.
'Chane, get out of here!' she screamed.
She didn't dare look away to see if he'd listened. She kept her eyes on the wraith as she envisioned the circle and nested triangles, all wrapped around a final circle. Wynn thrust the staff's crystal out to rest it in the pattern centered on the wraith.
The black figure flickered, briefly transparent.
The last thing il'Sänke taught her was to speak her focus phrases in Sumanese, hoping a familiar tongue might startle this monster.
Whatever hold il'Sänke had on its arm broke as it thrashed free.
'No one move!' someone shouted. 'Keep your place. All of you!'
Wynn never finished the last word as a clatter of hooves broke her focus.
Three horses charged up the street, with Rodian in the lead on his white mare. He rode straight at il'Sänke with his sword drawn.
The pattern vanished from Wynn's sight as she shouted, 'No, not him!'
Rodian heard howling from several blocks away and drove Snowbird through the streets until he burst upon a startling scene.
Il'Sänke stood closest, his back turned. Another man holding a longsword stumbled along the shops at the street's left side. And Wynn's wolf righted itself near a porch up the way.
'No one move!' he ordered, jerking his sword from its sheath. 'Keep your place. All of you!'
Then Rodian spotted Wynn.
She held out a staff with a long piece of prismatic glass fixed atop it. Strange glasses with large lenses covered her eyes. Her lips stopped moving as her head turned toward him, then her face filled with panic.
What was she doing here with the Suman and these others?
Il'Sänke remained where he was. Rodian couldn't be certain whether the man was looking at Wynn or…?
Rodian spotted the black-robed figure. He hadn't seen it at first in the dimly lit street with so many others scattered about. Only the figure's hood pivoted toward him.
It was here—but so was il'Sänke. They weren't the same person, but the Suman still muttered a chant.
Rodian flipped his sword tip up and nudged with his heels. Snowbird closed on il'Sänke's back at a fast canter. He would bring an end to this chain of deaths.
'No, not him!' Wynn shouted.
Rodian hammered his sword hilt down on il'Sänke's head, and Snowbird skidded to a halt as the domin crumpled.
Chapter 19
Chane stumbled into a narrow path between two buildings, fearing the crystal might flash at any moment. But the burning light never came.
He flattened against one shop's dingy side as shouts and the sound of pounding horses' hooves grew in the street. The sting like iced needles still filled his body, but shock overcame suffering when he peered into the street.
Shade was on her feet, rumbling instead of howling, and she limped sideways toward Wynn.
Wynn stood in confusion, holding the crystal's staff out. But she turned her widening eyes, behind the strange spectacles, toward the first horseman.
The man she called Captain Rodian—the same one who had set the trap at the scriptorium—sat on a fidgeting white mare, his sword in hand. And the Suman lay in a limp mass, clearly unconscious.
Amid all this, the wraith remained still, turning only its hood toward the captain, as two other city guards kicked their mounts, charging at it.
Everything had turned to a fool's chaos. There was nothing left but to get Wynn out of the middle.
Chane willed down pain, letting hunger rise to eat it, and he ducked out, bolting straight at Wynn.
Rodian looked up from il'Sänke's crumpled form as Garrogh charged with Lúcan flanking him. The two raced toward the black-robed man.
'Hold!' Garrogh shouted. 'Keep your hands where I can see them!'
'Keep away!' Wynn shouted back.
Rodian wasn't certain whom she shouted at. The wolf hobbled quickly in front of her, but the black-robed figure slid straight into the path of Garrogh's bay gelding.
Garrogh's horse reared with a sudden scream, and the figure thrust out his hand.
His fingers pierced the gelding's chest, and then he slipped aside. As the gelding's foreleg came down, the horse collapsed.
'Garrogh!' Rodian yelled.
His lieutenant was tossed forward, slamming against the cobble and skidding along the street. Lúcan swerved his mount around the downed horse and charged at the black figure.
'Lúcan, no!' Rodian called.
The robed man swung with his hand, striking the head of the guardsman's horse.
The animal never made a sound as it skidded on its folded forelegs. Rodian jumped off Snowbird as Lúcan fought to pull his mount up. But the horse collapsed sideways, and the young guard cried out as his left leg was pinned.
Rodian ran for his men. The black-robed man closed on Lúcan, struggling beneath his mount.
Lúcan tried to pull his sword. The dark man slapped his face—and the guardsman screamed. Garrogh rolled over on the street and lunged up, drawing his blade as he turned on the robed one's back.
'Get away from him!' he shouted.
Rodian's mind went numb. He'd thought il'Sänke was the cause of all this, and that the black-robed man would surrender once his accomplice was put down. Wynn's earlier words echoed in his head as he ran to aid his men.
Garrogh swung as Rodian tried to get in front of the black mage.
The figure reached back and caught Garrogh's blade. The sword halted instantly, as if no more than a
