'My lord!' Baras called over the swirl. 'What is this? What about the horn, your sisters?'
'The horn will do its work and so will my sisters,' Rakon answered. 'Goodbye, Baras.'
'Are you… leaving us?' Baras asked. 'My lord, we'll die out here.'
'Then die, Baras. You've done your work, too.'
'My lord! I-'
'Enough, Baras!'
The wind picked up and the sylph, invisible now except when grains of sand momentarily defined its form, lifted Rakon and his sisters from the sand. Rakon glared at them as he rose higher into the air.
'Eater!' Rakon called down, and it took a moment for Nix to understand that he was addressing the eunuch. 'When Egil and Nix are dead, you're free, the binding undone.'
The eunuch grunted, turned, and fixed his vacant eyes on Egil and Nix.
'Really, that seems uncharitable,' Nix muttered. 'And a eunuch, no less? Not even a creditable assassin. I'm insulted. You hear me, Norristru? I'm insulted!'
Egil made an obscene gesture at Rakon as the sylph bore him and his sisters higher into the air on a blanket of air.
'All that shite I said about not killing him… forget I said any of that. Next time we see him, we kill him.'
'Agreed,' Nix said, drawing his falchion and hand axe. He considered taking a shot with his sling at Rakon, but the sylph's winds would make it fruitless, like trying to shoot gulls at the Heap.
'He was a bunghole right from the beginning,' Jyme said.
'Truth,' Egil agreed.
'Did he say you two caused all this?' Jyme asked. 'The curse and such?'
'I think he did,' Egil said.
'Makes no sense,' Nix said. 'And anyone who thinks it does, so indicate.'
Nothing.
'Are his sisters even cursed?' Jyme asked.
Egil pulled his hammers. 'They're witches and he's a sorcerer and the deeds of witches and sorcerers seldom make sense. But we're clear of them now. We kill this eunuch and go home.'
The eunuch strode purposefully toward Egil and Nix, his heavy tread leaving depressions in the sand behind him.
'Things always seem to end in blood,' Nix said.
'I blame you,' Egil added.
'You would.'
While they readied themselves, Baras stalked up to the eunuch and grabbed him by the shoulder.
'Stop,' the guardsman said. 'You're not killing anyone. Jyme! Help me restrain him.'
'Why restrain him?' Jyme called. 'Just kill him.'
The eunuch stopped, but did not turn his head to look at Baras.
'Jyme!' Baras called, still struggling with the eunuch.
Cursing, Jyme hurried down the rise.
'Enjoy,' Nix said.
Jyme and Baras tried to take the eunuch by the arms, but the hulking man would have none of it. His eyes still on Egil and Nix, the eunuch started walking, dragging the two guardsmen along with him.
Baras dug in his heels, reached for his blade. 'I said stop.'
Without breaking stride, the huge man broke an arm free of Baras's grip and loosed a backhand that caught the guardsman flush on the side of the head. Baras went spinning into the sand and lay still.
Jyme loosed his hold and backed off, tried to pull his blade, but it stuck in the scabbard.
'Egil!' Jyme called. 'Nix!'
The eunuch lurched toward him and punched him in the face. The ham fist shattered Jyme's nose and drove him to the sand.
'Strong whoreson, isn't he?' Nix said.
'We'll see,' answered Egil, his hands opening and closing on the hilts of his hammers.
The priest closed his eyes in prayer, a momentary imprecation for the Momentary God, then charged. Nix hurried after as fast as his wounded leg allowed. The eunuch, seeing them coming, drew his knife.
Egil closed the distance in ten strides, sidestepped the eunuch's clumsy knife stab, and slammed a hammer into the eunuch's side. Bone crunched but the eunuch did not buckle, did not so much as groan. A punch to the side of the head from the eunuch's off hand staggered Egil.
The priest wobbled, eyes rolling, waved a hammer clumsily, and fell. The eunuch lurched forward and stomped on his head, driving his face into the sand. He straddled the priest, knife held high, and turned toward Nix.
Nix shouted and hurled his hand axe at the eunuch. It hit the huge man in the chest, sank half the depth of its head into his sternum, but the eunuch made no sign he even felt the wound. The hulking man looked down, regarded the axe protruding from his sternum, and pulled it out as if it were a splinter in his thumb. Blood seeped from the hole in his chest.
Nix bounded into blade range, sidestepped a slash from the eunuch's knife, ducked a crosscut from his own axe, now wielded by the eunuch in his other hand, and drove his falchion half its length into the eunuch's gut. Stinking gore spilled into the sand but still the man did not fall.
He dropped Nix's axe, seized Nix by the throat, and lifted him into the air. Nix cursed as he lost his grip on his falchion, leaving it sticking out of the eunuch's guts like a bloody pennon.
'What… are… you?' Nix said, barely able to breathe.
Still wearing the dumb smile and eyeing Nix through vacant eyes, the eunuch stabbed Nix in the gut with his knife.
Nix's leather jack turned the blade enough that it cut only skin, not organs, but it wouldn't turn another. Nix heaved his legs up and kicked the eunuch in the face, once, twice. The man's nose shattered, spraying blood and teeth, but he did not release his grip.
Smiling stupidly, the eunuch reached back for another stab, but before he could drive the blade between Nix's ribs, a roar from the side turned his head — Baras.
Having recovered from the punch, the guardsman bulled headlong into the eunuch, hitting with enough force to push the eunuch sideways a step, causing him to drop Nix to the sand.
The mountainous man, his face ruined, intestines leaking from his stomach, turned to face Baras. But Baras was too fast, too enraged to be stopped, and he drove his sword into the eunuch's chest and out his back. Blood showered the sand, sprayed Nix.
The eunuch's eyes should have widened with pain; he should have fallen to his knees, but he did neither. Never losing his vacant smile and empty gaze, he snatched Baras's wrist with his free hand, pulled him close, and drove his knife into the underside of Baras's jaw, up through his mouth, and into his brain. Wideeyed, Baras's jaw moved up and down, as if masticating the steel. Blood poured from his mouth.
The eunuch pulled the knife free and Baras crumpled to the sand, dead flesh in a bag of chainmail, leaking crimson from the hole in his jaw. The eunuch dropped the knife, pulled Baras's blade from his own body, and turned to Nix, still smiling.
'Shite,' Nix said, climbing to his feet. The blood rushed from his head when he stood and a bout of dizziness caused him to wobble. Adrenaline kept him upright. He pulled the dagger he kept in his boot, another he wore on his belt. He wanted to back away, put some space between himself and the eunuch, but he didn't trust himself to move across the sand and stay upright.
'Come on, whoreson,' he said, faking a bravado he didn't feel.
Holding Baras's gory blade in one hand and Nix's hand axe in the other, the eunuch lumbered toward Nix.
Since Nix couldn't easily kill the man, he resolved to disable the eunuch's body somehow, ruin his locomotion, and then cut him to pieces.
The eunuch plodded straight for him. Nix circled laterally as best he could, trying to keep some space between them and wait for an opening.
Impatient, the eunuch rumbled forward, stabbing at Nix's chest with Baras's sword, but Nix sidestepped the
