young get away from the Enemy Fortress? Come on — millions of the worst things there are all around and she manages to wriggle out, travel God knows how many miles and then just hooks up with Decebalus?'
Church eyed the fragile girl. 'They let her out?'
'Sent her back, primed to explode right in the middle of us.'
'I've spoken to her, Ryan. I believe what she's saying.'
'She believes it — that's the point. You know how clever all these bastards are at manipulating us poor humans. She doesn't know she's set up to do us all in.' He paused. 'Same as I didn't know back in the Battle of London.'
A moment of tension passed quickly, dismissed by Veitch with a quick smile. 'Don't blame you, though. Not any more. Nobody could have known.' A pause. 'You couldn't have saved me.'
When they returned to the group, Ruth asked what they had been inspecting, but they brushed her off with a comment about feeling for vibrations of pursuit in the floor. She didn't believe them, but said nothing. Church carefully watched the others' faces, but no one showed any suspicious sign.
Two chambers on and Shavi brought them to a halt. He was rubbing his eye as if it was causing him some discomfort. 'There is something around here,' he said hesitantly, before pointing tentatively to a room off to their left that they had all missed.
'What's in there?' Laura asked.
'I see… connections,' Shavi began. 'Places where the Invisible World interacts with our own. Something in that room calls to me.'
They all hesitated until Ruth pushed her way through them to the chamber's door. 'We can't ignore anything that might help us,' she said.
'And we can't ignore anything that might, like, kill us,' Laura added tartly.
The chamber was more intimate than the others, with a series of runic symbols painted on the walls in an oily black that had not become obscured by dust like the many murals they had passed. As Shavi ventured into the chamber, one of the symbols began to glow faintly. Virginia buried her face in Miller's chest. Shavi looked back and forth with urgency, seeing things that no one else could.
'Shadows,' he whispered. 'Rising from the stones. Locked here for an age.'
Suddenly he grew stock still, his eyes fixed on a place far beyond the four walls. A droplet of blood trickled from his nose. His mouth opened and his lips moved, but no sound issued for a full five seconds, and then it came with a boom that made their ears ring: a word of power.
Gradually, the shadows became visible, faint smudges in the air coalescing on one form standing in a proscribed circle etched into the stone flags. In the shimmering air, a bearded, long-haired man appeared, more than six feet tall, wearing furs and chain mail, a shield strapped to his back, swords and axes hanging from him, and a spear with a silver tip clutched in his right hand. He wore a horned helmet of black and silver that protected his cheekbones and nose, so that his eyes lay deep in shadow. He appeared grainy, not wholly there, like a bad hologram.
'The Age of Warriors has passed,' he said in a deep, rasping voice that did not sound human. Behind him, in the air itself, images of what he described played out in vivid colour. 'Since time before time, the Drakusa have been the greatest race. Our forges produced weapons that could bring the stars down from the heavens. Our armies scourged the Far Lands and the fields and hills ran red with blood. No one could stand before us, and our battles became legends, sung over fires in the long nights, reducing the women to tears at the wonder of our courage. And yet the Drakusa are no more.
'From our victories we forged a peace based on blood and iron — a warrior's peace, in which no man or woman lived in fear, a golden age of prosperity for all. And yet the Drakusa are no more.
'How could we fall so far, so hard? Here, then, is a cautionary tale, people-yet-to-come. Here is our gift to you, the race of warriors that lies beyond the sun. Know your enemies. Do not look for the iron raised against you, the sword or the axe or the spear. Do not seek out eyes that promise hatred and death. The true enemies are cleverer. They pose as friends. They pretend to be part of your dreams, and to offer you your heart's desire. They stand at your side, and then move to your back when the time comes.'
In the air around him, the shifting scenes of carnage and warfare became mellower. Autumnal hues painted deep forests and a low sun behind mountaintops.
'Seasons turn. Nothing abides for ever. Even the greatest can be laid low in the blink of an eye.'
Across the image, shadows flitted, their shape changing as they moved. Familiar glints of silver flashed like the sun.
'Caraprix,' Church said.
'The Drakusa were torn down by the ones we raised highest,' the warrior continued. 'Know this: the Caraprix cannot be trusted. They are the enemy of all there is. Their purpose is to wipe clean, like the maggots in a corpse leaving only bones behind. When they turned on us, we could do nothing. Our weapons meant nothing. Our courage meant nothing. One thing we created in the final days to prevent our destruction, but time slipped through our fingers like the sands of Far-el-Quah. It waits here still. In the end, everything we had achieved in our great age was wiped away. Nothing remains. Know the terrible sadness of the Drakusa, warriors-yet-to-be, and despair.'
The warrior bowed his head silently for a moment. The flickering images behind him died away.
When he looked back up, he spoke quietly, but his voice was filled with emotion. 'If the Caraprix still infest this place, flee. Now. Go to the Groghaan Gate. Return to the Land of Always Summer and fill your heart with hope that you can run far enough and fast enough. Go to the Groghaan Gate and seek the Heart of the Drakusa. But beware: the way has been made treacherous to slow the vile beasts. Courage will prevail.' A pause. 'The Age of Warriors has passed.'
The warrior winked out and the room returned to normal. Reeling from his trance, Shavi staggered back until he was caught by Church.
'Bloody hell,' Veitch said. 'The Caraprix… back at the court.'
'So… what? They're just going to wipe us out?' Laura said.
'Like the spiders did on Earth,' Church said. 'Wipe everything out and start again.'
'What can we do?' Shavi asked.
'You can't do anything,' Tom snapped. 'This is bigger than you! You're just little cogs in a vast machine, turning slowly, not even knowing what you're doing. Following the pattern someone else has set for you.' He gnawed on a knuckle, long-stifled desperation breaking through his carefully devised exterior.
'Did you know the Caraprix were a threat?' Church asked.
'I don't know anything either, you idiot! I just see flashes of what's to come. Do I have to explain it to you again?' he said with bitter sarcasm. 'Disconnected images like the views from windows as you climb a tower. Who knows how they all link together? Who knows what it all means? Meaning can only be divined by a true perspective, and neither you nor I have that. We live in ignorance, and do our best as we fumble around in the dark.'
'What are the Caraprix?' Church pressed. 'Are they just the equivalent of the spiders-'
'I don't know!' Tom marched out of the chamber, a forlorn figure.
'I thought he was supposed to be our guide,' Laura said.
'He does his best,' Church said. 'We just don't do our best for him.'
The warrior's message hung heavily over them as they continued their journey, worming its way into their thoughts and infecting them with a mood of hopelessness.
'I thought the Caraprix were supposed to be close to Existence,' Ruth said to Church. 'Does this mean we've been lying to ourselves all along? That we're on the wrong side? Maybe the Libertarian is right — people don't want the torment of trying to be better than they are. All that insecurity and worry and struggle and pain. The things we've had to face. They just want to live in stability, with as much happiness as they can grasp before it all falls apart. The Mundane Spell might actually have been a blessing.'
Church had no answers for her questions, but her words struck a chord and he pondered them in silence as they continued through the gloomy halls.
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