that's because they only understood a part of its magic. But now I am beginning to hear the call of the Llothriall once more.'
'Do you think you will be able to lead us to it?' Kelos said.
'I think so, yes.'
'Excellent.' Kelos turned to Seras. 'How long can you wait before you attempt the rescue?'
'Not long, three days at most.'
'Emuel?'
'The song is close. It shouldn't take us long to find its source.'
'Seras, will you be able to help us? If we can find our ship then you will have powerful magic at your disposal which could secure your victory.'
'I can provide a vessel that will speed you to your destination, yes.'
'Then I suggest that we leave right away. The sooner we find our ship then the sooner we can rescue Silus and bring this to an end.'
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sleep didn't come easily. Especially not with the sound coming from the cell next door. Silus didn't know what manner of creature the Chadassa had incarcerated there or what they were doing to it, but its cries shook the walls of the tiny room in which he lay.
The sound of voices approached, raised in song. For a moment they overrode the cries coming from the neighbouring cell before silencing them completely, as though the creature residing there had forgotten its agony to listen to the strange hymn. Then there was the sound of bolts being drawn and then a jagged shard of light leapt into the room, startling Silus and making it difficult for him to define the shapes standing in the doorway.
A Chadassa male stepped into the room, its hide marked by the symbols of ritual scarification. 'It is time for the Queen to receive you.'
Silus felt the last traces of hope burn away then. The crew of the Llothriall were dead, his wife and child incarcerated somewhere in this gods-forsaken place and now he was going to be forced to mate with the Chadassa's queen.
Silus looked at the creatures that had crowded their way into his cell, still singing that seductive, yet horrific, song. Desperately hoping for an ally, he looked for Belck amongst the throng.
'Belck, tell your people what the Great Ocean really desires for them, for all of us. Tell them Belck, you must have realised the truth, I saw it in you.'
'Belck is not here,' the creature standing over Silus said. 'He too will be preparing for the ceremony.'
Silus held his body rigid as the Chadassa tried to drag him from the cell. He wasn't going to make this easy for them and twice his captors dropped him. As he was manhandled down the corridor, the screaming from the neighbouring cell started up again, this time with more vigour as though to protest at the song being taken away.
Silus and the Chadassa choir descended the spirals of the prison tower until, passing through a membrane, they entered the water. Again, Silus's first instinct was to fight against the sea that filled his lungs, but soon he was breathing easily.
They passed through chambers carpeted with seaweed and lit by the glow of strange minerals until they came to a wide tunnel, sloping down into darkness, seemingly cutting through the bedrock of the ocean floor. A cold current rushed over them. Ahead, Silus could hear more voices raised in song and, as the two choirs neared one another they reached a complex harmony that was so exquisite it brought tears to his eyes.
The two groups of Chadassa emerged on either side of a large chamber and formed a circle around Silus as he was shoved into the centre of the room.
The cavern was warmed by the heat that was rising from a hole in the centre of the room. Silus looked down and, within, he could see the writhing forms of hundreds of fluorescent thread-like worms.
The choir fell silent and the Chadassa who had spoken to Silus in his cell stepped forward.
'To prepare yourself for the Queen, you must first be cleansed.'
Silus looked at the creatures that surrounded him. There was nothing that he could do but obey.
Silus stepped towards the hole in the floor and a strong current suddenly grabbed him and pulled him down. As he was dragged into the warm darkness, the fluorescent worms shivered over his body before burrowing in through his pores, the pain like a thousand needles suddenly piercing his flesh. Soon, however, a great sense of calm and wellbeing overtook him and he found himself falling into a vast cavern, lit by the gelatinous forms that moved slowly across the floor. The worms that had entered his body left him then, erupting from his flesh in brilliant threads of coloured lightning. As the last of them swam out of sight, Silus realised that he felt better than he had in a long time, purified, even.
He came to rest on the carpet of glowing creatures that undulated across the cavern floor. They supported him on a bed of tentacles while passing him slowly across their bodies. Silus glided towards an archway at the far end of the room. Where the gelatinous creatures touched him his very flesh felt energised, buzzing with a new life and power. Silus wanted to stay down here forever, wanted this state of bliss to never end. He was surrounded by light and gentle caresses and soon all memory of his previous travails were erased.
His state of euphoria was shattered as he saw three Chadassa females hovering in the archway at the far end of the hall.
Though they were as fearsome in aspect as any of their brethren that Silus had met, their approach was gentle and considered. Instead of rushing in and grabbing him as he had expected, they beckoned to Silus to follow them.
Beyond the archway the water was cooler, the light softer.
Silus looked for the Chadassa females but they were nowhere to be seen.
There was a touch then, a palm gently stroking the back of his head and Silus turned only to catch the briefest glimpse of something swimming swiftly away. He moved deeper into the room and then there was another touch. Fingers lightly grazing his nipples, sending an inadvertent shiver of pleasure down to his groin.
Again Silus turned. Again, the merest hint of a shape.
Before he could proceed there was another touch and then another.
Another.
Lips briefly against his own.
A tongue.
The sensation of scale moving against his inner thigh.
A talon running swiftly down his spine, laying down a line of incandescent pleasure.
The touches and caresses surrounded him now and Silus tried to turn and see the source of this frenetic pleasure, but unseen hands held him firmly in place, carrying him onwards. He didn't fight it though part of him realised that he should be feeling revulsion, horror — even a deep guilt that he was allowing the caresses of these things while Katya was still captive somewhere within the citadel — but he burned with arousal and he let the Chadassa maidens and his lust carry him onwards.
They came to a flight of stone stairs, ascending towards a light. Silus's feet didn't even touch the steps and, as the light rushed towards him, he felt as though he were about to be reborn, as though he were about to come face-to-face with his god.
And, in a sense, he was. For as Silus was raised into the temple, standing before him was the Great Ocean incarnate, this terrible power now clothed in Chadassa and human flesh.
For the briefest of moments Silus was overjoyed to see his son again, but as he saw what had been done to Zac his mind railed against the horror.
The infant fused to the breast of the Chadassa smiled when it saw Silus. The half-formed foetuses that dwelt in the corrupt cavern of the creature's womb chattered in their imbecile language and the misted eyes of the Chadassa host wept a viscous, putrid fluid as it opened its jaws.
As one, the creatures playing host to the ancient and evil mind said, 'He is the Great Ocean. He will come again.'
