Chapter 47
Hirad watched helpless while the Garonin slaughtered the Protectors. Erienne’s shield had strengthened. The images had changed away from her personal torment, leaving her free to concentrate, with Thraun acting as strength and comfort right by her. But the cost had been savage and was worsening.
The Garonin had materialised in huge numbers just too far away for the Protectors to reach. Their only course was to try and get back inside the shield. The white tears spoke another outcome. Protectors were hurled forward. Backs of skulls were crushed in. Holes were punched through chests and legs were blasted from beneath strong bodies.
Hirad could see Ark, and now Aeb, running headlong. Arms pumping, weapons flashing in the glare of the tears. Fire was back on the shield too, rattling and fizzing, reminding Erienne of the grim task before her. Garonin closed in on all sides. He could even hear weapons fire behind the edifice now, blasting through the stone, leaching away the belief of every soul still yet to cross home.
‘Be ready, Raven! Steady, Erienne. Sirendor, looking forward.’ Hirad’s voice couldn’t cover that of Ilkar. The elf so recently disappeared was plainly back amongst them and he was raving about something. ‘Ilkar! Drop the speech. Get casting.’
‘No! You don’t understand. Well you do but you don’t. Gods drowning, what am I saying? You lot only believe so far. I see it now. I see everything. We are just spirits. They cannot even touch us if we don’t believe they can. They only hurt us because that is what we expect! Listen to me. They cannot break us. They cannot!’
‘We haven’t time for this, Ilks. If you believe, cast something to help us.’
Hirad never took his eyes from the Protectors. White tears splashed against the few that remained. Less than fifty. A masked man fell against Aeb’s legs, bringing him down. Ark stopped to drag him clear. Fire splashed across Aeb’s body, tearing it apart where he lay. Ark ran on. The few ran through the barrier, stopped, turned and faced.
The mass of the Garonin surged at them.
‘Listen to me, Gods drowning, listen!’
‘Cast, Ilkar you bastard. Just cast!’
‘All right, I will.’
Hirad drew a deep breath and picked his first target. He dared a glance left and right. The line was solid but there was precious little in reserve. The TaiGethen held the flanks by the edifice. The Raven warrior trio had the centre with Protectors filling the gaps in between. The Garonin came through the shield.
Darrick fenced a weapon aside. He found a gap in the enemy defence and slid his sword up under his arm. The soldier fell. The one behind him opened fire. White tears splattered against the shield. He closed, still firing.
Hirad tore into the Garonin ahead of him. He batted away a weapon, smashed his fist high into the soldier’s faceplate and dashed the pommel of his sword into the side of his helmet. The soldier fell. Hirad leapt over him.
The Protector line struck their targets. Hirad felt the power. Axes came down in unison. Blood sprayed into the ivory sky. Swords flashed through. The Garonin juddered to a temporary standstill. The Protectors stepped up, still just inside the shield. Hirad saw an axe remove the arm of one Garonin. He saw that same axe turn out to block a thrust to a brother Protector. And he saw the Protector lose his head to a stream of white tears as it moved a fraction beyond safety.
‘The line’s not going to hold,’ shouted Darrick.
The earth shook just beyond Erienne’s shield. Garonin broke off and stepped back. The Protectors stopped as one. Hirad looked out over the juddering landscape while beneath his feet he could feel nothing at all. He glanced over his shoulder. Ilkar was casting. He watched the elven mage stare out over the Garonin and raise his hands from by his sides.
The ground of Ulandeneth heaved. Mighty spears of rock thrust up, spilling Garonin to either side. High the walls of bedrock climbed, and between them hundreds of enemy soldiers were standing and staring. The ivory mountains shuddered to a halt, loose pebbles running from their impossibly smooth surfaces. For a heartbeat the battle ceased.
Ilkar clapped his hands.
Hirad fell back a pace and had to turn his head away. The dread thump of the low mountains coming together was augmented in his imagination by the crunch of bones. Enemies, yes, but snuffed out so coldly. Surviving Garonin were too stunned to react for a moment. Above, the sky had returned to its bland ivory. Hirad turned to face Ilkar. The elf’s hands were still clasped together. The clap they had made had been heard across Ulandeneth.
‘That was some trick for an elf who can’t see a way.’
‘What did I tell you? They cannot beat us.’
But outside the survivors reformed. Still over a hundred remained. They scattered themselves across the front of the shield, raised their weapons and ran.
‘Ilkar, we need another of those.’
‘No time. Just believe what I say.’
‘Ilkar. A shield,’ said Sol. ‘I need Erienne. And I need Hirad.’
The Garonin breached Erienne’s shield. White tears flared across the space. Protectors fell. Darrick took a bolt across his left shoulder. Sirendor ducked and flailed his weapon. Hirad swayed and jabbed out, deflecting a weapon which fired high and wide.
‘No time, Unknown!’ he called.
‘Make time.’
‘Shield up,’ said Ilkar.
Hirad was plucked away.
‘Unknown, no!’
‘It is our last chance. The Garonin will break us eventually. We have to complete the job and hide the door from them. First we need every soul to cross. Thousands are coming in from the void, heading for rest. Now we need the living to join them. Erienne will bring Densyr. You will bring my family.’
Sol’s voice was like a warm cloak about Hirad’s shoulders. He could sense Erienne but could not see her, and if he looked at all, he could see nothing but a blurred mess all around him.
‘Why me?’
‘Why do you think she named our son Hirad?’
‘Thought that was your idea.’
‘No.’
‘She’ll want it to have been you she saw, big man.’
‘You’ll understand why I cannot move.’
The Unknown’s voice was leaden. Hirad felt his regret as if it was his own.
‘It’s probably for the best,’ said Hirad.
‘I can think of no scenario where that would be true. Just tell them I’ll be watching over them always.’
The blur coalesced. Hirad and Erienne were standing in the ruins of Xetesk. Diera, the boys and Denser were running towards them. The wolves had peeled off and were harrying three Garonin, keeping them away. Both animals were badly wounded. Neither would last long.
Denser could feel her before she appeared before them. The four of them were running towards a temporary haven in the ruins of the refectory. Garonin still prowled the grounds of the college but the vydospheres were gone, snatched away to some other task.
Erienne stood with Hirad. Warmth flowed out from them. Diera and the boys saw The Raven duo too. Diera slithered to a stop, young Hirad still on her back. Jonas walked towards Hirad, sword still in his hands.
‘Hello, Jonas.’
‘You’re like that painting at our inn. How can you be here?’
‘It’s a long story. Your father sent me. But I’m here to show you to your new home. You, Hirad and your
