necessity.
But through the confusion of emotions Auum could accept one thing. In that state he was a powerful weapon, and he presumed every TaiGethen had the ability to reach it. Yet he had no idea how to bring it out, how to trigger it, how to control it or how to shut it off.
Auum looked into the heavens and held a hand up, palm open to the sky. He placed the other in the mud by the side of the stream.
‘Yniss, hear your servant, Auum. You have shown me a great gift yet the price I have paid for it makes me wonder at its worth. If it is your will that I have my eyes opened to what I can become yet must continue to seek that ascension, then I accept it.
‘But I am troubled, Yniss. The tasks you lay before me and before all elves are stern indeed. The gift of clarity… You have shown me the dance but have not taught me the steps. It could alter the battle and allow us to win against the forces that will range against us.
‘All I ask, my Lord Yniss, is for a sign, a way towards understanding how I might defeat our enemies and help the elves to glory in your name once more.
‘I, Auum, ask this of you.’
Auum kept his head bowed and his eyes closed for a few moments. When he opened them, it was to see a pair of feet wrapped in tatty leather boots — TaiGethen boots. He let his gaze travel up the unkempt clothing to the face and its wild eyes.
‘I seriously doubt that you are any sort of sign for the good,’ he said. ‘Leave me.’
‘I heard your pain and I heard your prayers. I know what you lost and I grieve with you. But I also know what you achieved, and I can help. Have you forgotten how fast I used to be? How easy I found it to best you when we fought on the way back to Ysundeneth?’
Auum stared at him and an icy shiver ran down his back, slow as a single drip of water.
‘Then sit and speak to me. Unless this has to do with magic, in which case run back to your acolytes because I have no more use for you.’
Takaar sat.
Chapter 31
Question: Which is more deadly, a slighted ClawBound or a wronged TaiGethen? Answer: A yellow-backed tree frog.
Elven playground joke
This far from Ysundeneth Hynd needed other mages to lend him their strength to help maintain his focus. But none of them had to endure the dual sledgehammers of pain and extraordinary nausea during and after the Communion.
When he’d stopped being sick and drunk the contents of both his and Jeral’s water skins, he looked reluctantly up at Ishtak, who was standing over him, that ridiculous sneer on his face.
‘I said I’d come when I was sure I wouldn’t puke on the high and mighty,’ Hynd said.
‘But he might still puke on you, Ishtak,’ said Jeral. ‘Which would do wonders for your body odour.’
It was dusk and the march had ceased for the day. They were only four days from the city. Mages, high above the canopy, had seen it in the distance, and the news that their goal was in sight had completely changed the army’s mood.
Most of the humans were already feeling a little more relaxed, now it was evident that the TaiGethen had been driven away and had too little strength to attempt another ambush. Knowing the end of their march was in sight and there were a load of Sharps to take their frustrations out on had led to something akin to a party atmosphere.
Laughter and songs ran up and down the long line of the camp. Swords were cleaned and sharpened with renewed vigour and sparring had been reintroduced to sharpen reactions and remind them all of their drills, defence and attack. Bets were being laid about the length of the battle, the number of Sharps that would feel the edge of any given blade and the number of females the more repulsive soldiers could take on their first night of conquest.
The news had also been the signal for the generals to move back up to the head of the line, puffed up by the glory of their imminent victory and striding about with their heads high, safe beneath multiple shields.
It was exactly what Lockesh had predicted would happen. The moment the generals returned, Jeral and the rest of Dead Company had become the sacrificial lambs again and, time after time, were sent out to scout the paths ahead and any potential ambush points. Happily, Jeral’s stock was high enough for mages from other companies to accompany them, providing the cover Dead Company so sorely lacked.
Most assumed that Loreb, in particular, wanted Jeral dead. Bets had been taken on that outcome too. The cheers that greeted Jeral’s safe return were getting louder and Loreb’s frown progressively deeper. Lockesh had warned him that there would be more direct action, and Jeral was getting very jumpy over the unfairness of it all. Hynd’s news was about to put all of it in perspective.
‘You will attend immediately,’ snapped Ishtak.
‘Or what? You’ll have to fondle his balls for him?’ Jeral was on his feet. ‘Ystormun chose Hynd to receive the Communion. Hynd. That makes him more important than you. So you will wait.’
Hynd waved vaguely in Ishtak’s direction and dragged himself to his feet.
‘I’m ready as I’ll ever be.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ said Jeral.
‘Your presence is-’
‘Required.’ said Jeral. ‘This is my lead mage. Lead on, Ishy.’
‘Stop calling me that, Captain, or I’ll have you up on a charge.’
‘The moment you stop being an utter wanker, I’ll be happy to oblige.’
‘Childish,’ Hynd muttered as they began to weave the short distance through the line to the command post.
‘One thing always bothered me,’ said Jeral. ‘Why did Ystormun pick you? No offence, but you’re just a military mage.’
‘Actually, Ystormun didn’t pick me; Lockesh did.’
‘Why?’
‘Can you see Lockesh puking his guts up after every Communion? Bloody hell, Jeral, he’s practically part of the cadre himself. If there’s anything unpleasant like that he chooses a lackey for it. This time I got the poison dart in my arse.’
Jeral laughed, and even Ishtak had something approximating a smile on his face. All traces of it had gone by the time they reached the command post though. Ishtak waved Hynd on and stood in front of Jeral.
‘Better let him have this one,’ said Hynd. ‘Tell you later.’
Hynd wandered over to Lockesh with a few choice words from Jeral speeding him on his way. Ordinarily Hynd would have been smiling, but the message he carried occasioned no humour. Seeing him, Lockesh snapped his fingers and beckoned him to hurry.
‘You were summoned on the instant, not at your leisure,’ said Lockesh.
‘Forgive me my lord, Generals, but Communion over this distance leaves me temporarily incapacitated.’
Pindock waved a hand impatiently. ‘Just give us your report.’
Hynd took a deep breath.
‘Ystormun is under increasing pressure. He wants you to know that the cadre continue to demand this battle to be won quickly and with minimal casualties. Indeed their demands grow more urgent by the hour. The battle for Triverne is near. The cadre cannot hold back its enemies with diplomacy for much longer.
‘The Sundering is almost upon us.’
Loreb took a long swallow from the bottle of wine in his hand. Pindock went even paler and sat heavily on a log, wiping at his face. Killith grumbled in his throat and pushed a hand through his greasy grey hair. Lockesh merely glared at Hynd.
