mother. Reach out to me; let me take you there.’
Jonas turned to Diera.
‘Mother?’
She looked up and there was joy in her face despite the tears. ‘Why isn’t he here?’
Hirad smiled. ‘He’s busy making sure every soul that ever was gets safely to the other side. You know The Unknown.’
Diera smiled. ‘Yes, I do.’
‘And he says he’ll be watching over you, keeping you safe.’
‘He actually means it, doesn’t he?’ said Diera.
‘You know, I think he does.’
‘Time for you to come too, my love,’ said Erienne.
‘Yeah, Xetesk-man. Get over here and feel my spectral boot in your arse for all the crap things you did.’
But Denser shook his head, suddenly certain of his path. ‘I don’t think so.’
‘What?’ Erienne and Hirad spoke together.
‘Not because of you, Hirad. I never was scared of you, not really. But there’ll be so many people left here, people that won’t cross over. So much work to be done if we are to rebuild anything of our former selves. And all without the aid of magic now.’
‘Are you sure?’ asked Erienne.
‘I’ve never been surer about anything,’ said Denser, and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. ‘I can’t abandon those who cannot leave.’
Erienne nodded. ‘The words of a true leader of men. You’ll make a fine king, Denser. I’m proud of you.’
‘Not a king. Never that.’
Hirad chuckled. ‘Good job. Come on, you lot. Time to go.’
Denser watched the three of them reach out to Hirad and disappear. Hirad nodded to him.
‘I’m glad, Denser. You’ve restored my faith in you. Something I didn’t think you could do. Never mind your college trappings. This is a destiny you can make all for yourself.’
‘I’ll do my best.’
Hirad vanished, leaving Erienne standing in the light alone.
‘I will never cease to love you,’ said Denser. ‘Or our daughter.’
Erienne smiled, blew him a kiss and was gone. Denser looked about him.
‘Interesting decision,’ he said. ‘Thoroughly thought through. Hero, king or utter fool. Time will surely tell.’
Denser ducked into the refectory ruins as a Garonin soldier thumped past his hiding place. He could still hear the wolves but they were distant now, perhaps chasing Thraun’s soul. He hoped so.
The Lord of the Mount watched the Garonin soldier march away.
‘Right. Well, best get started.’
The Garonin were amongst them.
‘How long, Sol?’ asked Ilkar. He had kept his shield up against the few enemies who remained outside but increasingly he felt it to be a waste of time.
‘You’ll know,’ said Sol.
‘We could do with the others. Why won’t everyone see what I see?’
‘They are coming. And your time is soon.’
Sirendor and Darrick fought back to back. Darrick’s left arm hung useless at his side. He was sweating heavily and struggling to keep up his defence. But there was no doubting his courage. He jabbed and fenced, keeping enemies busy while Sirendor killed with his trademark stylish efficiency. The remaining Protectors held the line as solidly as they could but were being worn down inexorably.
Around them, the TaiGethen were a blur of ruthless murder. Every time a Garonin soldier got inside the shield, a TaiGethen was on him before he had gone five paces. Yet Ilkar could not relax. Surely the enemy were being snuffed out and indeed it did seem their numbers were thinning beyond the shield. Ilkar, though, felt the approach of something bad.
Garonin soldiers broke through on the right again. Four of them. Thraun barked a warning and leapt. White tears tracked him, searing across his flank. With a yelp, Thraun crashed to the ground and slid against the side of the edifice. His body heaved and smoked, shuddering its last.
Auum was already running, Evunn with him. The two TaiGethen rolled under streams of white tears flashing over their heads and into the backs of two helpless Protectors. Auum surged up and left the ground, going two- footed at the nearest enemy. Evunn made to do likewise, but at that moment Erienne and Hirad dropped back into the melee.
Evunn collided with the pair of them and all three tumbled and rolled. In front of them the Garonin could not believe his luck. His weapon discharged. Evunn was caught by the stream of energy and his body blew apart, spattering gore in all directions.
The Garonin hurdled his fallen body and raced towards Sol. Auum downed his man, turned and gave chase. Hirad was getting to his feet. Two other Garonin faced him. He had nowhere to run. Below him Erienne had begun to cast but would not make it.
Time slowed for Ilkar. Him again. He could stop the lone Garonin. Possibly. But the consequence was stark. Move and attack and lose the shield keeping the remaining fire from the defenders. Enough fire to wipe them all out. He heard Sol’s last words repeat in his head.
‘Now or never,’ he said. Ilkar drove to his feet and dived headlong at the onrushing Garonin. ‘Shield down! Shield down!’
White tears lashed into the open space. Protector, Raven and elf alike threw themselves to the ground. Ilkar prayed they all survived but knew they could not. His outstretched hand snagged the ankle of the Garonin. The soldier, in mid-run, sprawled to the ground. Ilkar scrambled up and dived on top of him as he tried to get back to his feet. White tears smashed all around him, ripping chunks out of the edifice but keeping well away from Sol, who held the door open, helpless to stop what came at him.
The Garonin shoved Ilkar off. Ilkar rolled and rose. The Garonin was on his feet too. Ilkar got in front of him. The Garonin raised his weapon. He fired.
‘Ilkar!’ Hirad was screaming at him. ‘No!’
The white tears flowed into Ilkar’s body. He spread his arms wide and he laughed.
‘See me, Garonin? See me? You cannot hurt me. You do not know how. I have mastered you. I understand. Raven. TaiGethen. Listen to me.’
The Garonin ceased firing and made to sweep Ilkar aside. Ilkar raised a hand and clamped it under the chin of the soldier, holding him off while his blows slid from Ilkar’s body.
‘They can only do to you what you expect them to do. What you believe they can do. They cannot hurt me. You, my enemy, cannot hurt me. But I can hurt you.’
From Ilkar’s hand the flame was the bright yellow of Julatsa and hot enough to melt metal. It scoured into the Garonin’s neck. His armour buckled beneath Ilkar’s hand. Ilkar closed it into a fist, crushing his neck like a twig, dropped the Garonin and walked into the midst of the white fire, letting it slam into his body, feeling nothing but an intense satisfaction.
‘This is us, Raven! We are spirits. We are souls. We cannot be killed because we are already dead. Let them fear us. They cannot hurt us but they know that we can hurt them. They are real. They bleed. They die. For us it is only memories.
‘Rout them! Rout them!’
Ilkar ran at the nearest Garonin. He saw the soldier flinch, take his hand off his weapon and take a pace back. Behind him, he heard Hirad roar:
‘Come on, you fuckers! Fight us now, eh?’
Raven, Protector and TaiGethen took up the cry. The Garonin were swamped. Armour could not deflect blades. Punches found their mark. Blood was spilled. Garonin blood. And though the fire still came back at them, the defenders let it slide over them, doing no more harm than would water or a puff of air.
‘Make a shield around Sol,’ ordered Darrick, his wound gone. ‘Let’s not forget what we’re here to defend.’
