torture chamber or something?’
Densyr didn’t rise to the bait. ‘This was the dimensional research section. You won’t fail to see the scorch marks on the walls nor yet ignore the faint scent of blood that still hangs in here.’
Sirendor stepped into the centre of the dusty chamber, which measured perhaps thirty feet on a side.
‘I’ll take it. When can I move in?’
Sol led his family in and took Jonas and young Hirad to a couple of high-backed dining chairs that stood on the left-hand side below an artist’s impression of colliding dimensions.
‘I’m failing to see anything amusing about our position,’ he growled. ‘Densyr, get yourself sorted as quickly as you can. There is pain here for the living and the dead.’
Auum and his Tai moved silently across the chamber to the corner opposite the door and knelt to pray. Thraun laid Hirad on one of the workbenches and signalled Ilkar to look at him. Diera did not leave Sol’s side.
‘With every breath I dream you’ll return to your senses,’ she said. ‘Don’t do this, Sol. Don’t leave us here alone.’
‘If I don’t do this, there is no hope for any on Balaia,’ said Sol. ‘And, believe me, I would not be volunteering unless I felt we truly had no other choice.’
‘That’s not true. Any one can be the…’ Diera dropped her voice to a whisper with their sons so close. ‘… sacrifice. Please, Sol, think of us.’
‘I am, Diera.’ Sol closed his eyes. There truly was nothing else in his mind. ‘And there is no one else. This isn’t to be a walk through fallen leaves: it will be challenged by the Garonin every step of the way. A leader must take those steps. I am their king. It has to be me.’
Diera threw up her hands and turned her attention on Densyr, who was looking anxious and impatient.
‘And you. I thought you were on my side. You of all people know how selfish this is. How dare you change your mind and, worse, how dare you be prepared to aid my husband in his stupidity.’
Densyr let his shoulders sag a little. ‘But is it?’
The door opened. In walked Vuldaroq and Sharyr, arms laden with texts. Vuldaroq’s eyes blazed with curiosity.
‘You know it is,’ said Diera. ‘No guarantee of any kind of success. In fact the only certainty is that for him there is no turning back.’
‘But look outside,’ said Densyr. ‘We cannot defend against such force.’
‘So you’re prepared to take any chance to save your own skin even if it means pushing the head of a friend beneath the surface? Why aren’t you putting yourself forward, O Lord of the Mount?’
‘The caster cannot enter the opening.’
‘How convenient.’
‘You have me wrong, Diera,’ said Densyr. ‘I will not attempt to explain my errors of the past few days. It hardly matters now. But you should know that, succeed or fail, I am not leaving Xetesk. While anyone is left to fight the Garonin, I will stand with them. But I can no longer expect my people to do the same. I want them to escape.’
‘So noble,’ said Diera. ‘Offering the hand of salvation to strangers and the hand of a murderer to your oldest friend.’
‘Diera,’ said Sol. ‘Please.’
‘Please what? Shut up and sit primly by my sons and watch you die?’
A heavy sound struck through the catacombs. Like a giant fist had been slammed against the upper level. Dust was dislodged.
‘That doesn’t sound so good,’ said Ilkar.
‘We’re as safe as we can be,’ said Sharyr, spreading out texts on a bench and beginning to pull them open.
‘There is no comfort in that,’ said Diera.
Sol took Diera’s arm and turned her away from the awkwardness she was generating.
‘I cannot let you disrupt this. I need you to be strong for the boys. Make them understand.’
‘How can I make them understand what I do not?’
Sol smiled. ‘You understand perfectly well. You just don’t like what you’re hearing.’
‘Well we agree there.’
‘There will be time for us. Before I…’ Sol trailed away.
It wasn’t just for her he could not finish his sentence. He was only just clinging on to his own courage too. Diera sagged and let herself be drawn into his arms. Sol looked over her head and saw the mages getting to work.
‘What will happen afterwards? When you go into this opening or whatever it is?’ she asked.
‘I really don’t know. I know where we will end up but not how it will feel to travel.’
‘I don’t mean that. I mean what will you actually be able to do.’
Sol was silent just a heartbeat too long. ‘It’s all about belief.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean? That is the lamest answer I’ve ever heard you give.’
‘But that’s the point, isn’t it?’ Sol began to find himself. ‘Those with the belief can function. Can achieve what they intend.’
‘So this is just one big leap of faith, is that it?’
Sol shrugged. ‘Yes.’
He saw Diera contemplate a retort but she changed tack instead. ‘How will they, you know…’
‘The Xeteskian library of nerve toxins is extensive. It’ll be quick and it’ll be painless, I promise.’
‘Promise me one more thing.’
‘Almost anything.’
‘That I give it to you. Give you the cup or whatever it is. It has to be me.’
‘Why?’›
She stared up into his eyes. ‘Because every moment with you is a lifetime’s worth.’
Densyr watched Sol and Diera’s embrace. He saw the pain and the tenderness, the strength and the fear. His own mind was in turmoil. The appearance of the five Garonin machines had sent him into a spiral, he could see that now. He had rushed here, defaulted to the wisdom of The Raven and Auum as so often in the past.
‘This is reckless,’ he said. ‘Surely it cannot work.’
Vuldaroq’s shaking hands paused in the act of turning a page.
‘When all other options have been exhausted, what else is there but desperation?’
‘I arrested him for his own good. To stop him walking to his death with his eyes closed. Now I’m about to give him a helping hand along the road. Diera is right. I am weak.’
‘What difference does it make now?’ said Ilkar, moving close to him and dropping his voice. ‘No way out but this. You do see that, don’t you?’
‘I don’t really know what to think. I still don’t see how doing this will get you to a new cluster of dimensions or anywhere but oblivion. I can see the conviction in your eyes and in his but I can see the sorrow in Diera’s too, and I will have to face that once the ritual is complete. What can I say to her?’
‘Nothing,’ said Ilkar. ‘Except to trust that we are right.’
‘But this isn’t like Sol marching off with his sword strapped to his back. He is going to die and she will never know his embrace again.’
Ilkar bowed his head, unable to hold Densyr’s gaze.
‘Yet it is the only way for her and the boys to live.’
Densyr’s heart was pounding painfully. ‘I have to be sure that is true.’
‘What’s done is done, Densyr, and you cannot undo what you did to us and the cost of delay. But know that we are not changing our position. We have not ever since we were thrust back here. The pain grows every day. The longer we are kept here the more attractive the prospect of letting go and disappearing into the void becomes.
‘We have never looked to defeat the Garonin and we are not suddenly seeing this as our last option. It has always been the only option for the populations of Balaia and Calaius. We were never here to live again on Balaia.
‘Densyr… it’s me. Ilkar. And it’s Thraun, Sirendor and Hirad too. We need your help. You’ve come so far down the road. Don’t turn away from us again.’
