'Stop it, John.' She sounded worried, for the first time. 'You give up here, and we're both dead.'
'I'm all right,' I said, forcing my eyes open.
She looked me over, her cold face controlled as ever as she took in the extent of my injuries. 'You've looked better, Taylor. I don't think I like the odds on this one. You're in no shape to run before the Wild Hunt. Don't think you'd even necessarily make it out of the clearing. You'd better let me do it. Once the werewolf factor really kicks in, I can outrun anything they send after me.'
'No you couldn't,' I said. 'Anyone else, maybe, but not Herne and his Court. They live for the hunt. You have to let me do this, Suzie. Trust me. I know what I'm doing.'
She looked at me for a long while, her face cold as always. 'You don't have to do this, John. Not for me.'
'Yes, I do,' I said.
I couldn't tell her why. I couldn't tell her I was ready to die, to save her from the future I'd seen for her. I couldn't tell her I needed to do this, to prove to myself that I wasn't just the ruthless bastard Tommy Oblivion had named me. To prove I was something more than my mother's son. So I would run, and maybe die, to save her life and my soul.
And besides, I had a plan.
I looked round sharply, as I realised the clearing had suddenly gone quiet. Every animal and creature in the Court had frozen where they were, all the beasts and Beings watching intently as Herne the Hunter and the Neanderthal known as Tomias Squarefoot squared off against each other, glaring unflinchingly into each other's* face, neither prepared to give an inch. There was a new tension in the clearing, a clash of wills, and seniority. Herne was scowling fiercely, Squarefoot as calm as ever, but there was an ancient dignity and steadfastness in the Neanderthal that the wood god, for all his power, couldn't quite match.
'I am the oldest here,' said Tomias Squarefoot, in a voice slow and steady as a flowing river. 'I was here before you, Herne. I walked this land, this forest, long before there was a wood god, or any of the Forces you have gathered around you. I was here before the Nightside. I alone remember when the forest was truly alive, and the trees still talked, with slow, heavy voices. I remember the spirits of stone and water and earth. I have seen all my people die, and vanish, and the rise of Man. You came after Man, wood god, though you prefer not to remember that, I am the oldest here, and I say you have forgotten the way of the Wild Hunt.'
'You are old,' Herne acknowledged. 'But age does not always bestow wisdom. I lead here, not you. I have made the Wild Hunt a thing to be feared, and spoken of in hushed whispers all through the land. And you dare to challenge my directing of the Hunt?'
'You gave the Wild Hunt new strength and power by imposing a stricter structure,' Squarefoot said calmly. 'You made up the rules that govern it, for the greater pleasure of all who participate in it. You cannot break those rules now, just because your pride has been challenged. For if the master of the Wild Hunt will not follow his own rules, why should anyone else? And then, where would be the point in playing?'
There was a growling murmur of agreement all across the Court. Herne heard it but did not dare acknowledge it.
'What rules have I broken?' he said. 'What customs do I flout? I say this Hunt will be run as always, and all rules and customs shall be followed.'
'Then the prey must know where he runs, and why,' said Squarefoot. 'And the prize he may yet win, if he is strong and fast and true. For the prey that runs without thought or hope makes poor prey indeed.'
Herne's scowl deepened. 'If you're thinking of interfering in this Hunt...'
'Of course not,' the Neanderthal said calmly. 'That would be against the rules. It is your Hunt, Herne. So name the conditions, and the destination, and the prize to be won.'
Something like amusement moved through the Court, as the creatures saw how clearly Herne had been herded into a corner, but the sound died quickly away as Herne glared about him. He turned brusquely away from Square-foot to face Suzie and me. He gestured sharply, and the pig men hauled us up onto our feet. I still felt like hell, but the brief respite had put some strength back into my legs. My head still pounded, but my thoughts were clear again. And my hands were very near my coat pockets. I grinned nastily at Herne. He really should have killed me while he had the chance.
Herne smiled back at me.
'Here are the rules of the Wild Hunt, Lilith's son. You will run, and we will chase you. You will run through the wild wood, in whatever direction you choose, along whatever paths you may find; and if by some miracle you find your way out of the wood, and back to the city, all you have to do is cross the boundary into the city, and you will live, safe from all pursuit. And to add spice to the game, you don't run for your own life but for your woman's life as well. She will be held at the city boundary, under guard. Reach her, and she will be set free. You both will live. But if you fail to reach her, then she will die as slowly and horribly as you. Think about that as you run.' His smile widened. 'I should perhaps point out that no-one in living memory has ever made it through the wild woods, let alone back to the city.'
'But I'm not just anyone,' I said, holding his gaze with mine. 'I'm John Taylor. Lilith's son. And I'm smarter and craftier and nastier than you'll ever be.'
He turned his back on me and stalked away. Suzie looked at me thoughtfully.
'That's your great plan? You run, and if you die I die, too? You look like shit, Taylor. You're in no condition to run any race.'
'You heard the bastard,' I said. 'I have to run. At least now, I have a chance to save both of us. And he doesn't know about my gift, my little tricks, or even the contents of my coat pockets. I've outsmarted brighter things than him and his whole damned Court before this. Don't give them any trouble, Suzie. Let them take you back to the city. Your chances are better there. And then if you get a chance to escape, take it.'
'I don't like any of this,' said Suzie. 'I thought you said you couldn't afford to use your gift in this Time.'
'Hell with that,' I said. 'I'll worry about the consequences of using my gift if and when I survive the Hunt.'
'If you die,' Suzie said slowly, 'I will avenge you, John. I'll kill them all. I will burn down the wild wood and everything in it, in your name.'
'I know,' I said.
Herne called my name, and I looked around. All the monstrous creatures of his Court had formed into two long lines, facing each other. They grinned and slavered and stomped their feet, showing me their teeth and claws. Some of them had clubs. Herne gestured grandly from his Throne, flanked by Hob In Chains and Tomias Squarefoot.
'And so the Hunt begins. Run the gauntlet, John Taylor, Lilith's son. Pass between your enemies. They won't kill you, not now, but they will shed enough blood for you to leave a clear trail when you run. When you finally get out of the gauntlet, you'll be facing in the direction of the Nightside. Our gift to you, to get you started.'
I shuddered, despite myself. They'd tear me up bad, long before I could reach the other end. So ...
'Some gift,' I said. 'I'll find my own way.'
And I turned my back on the waiting gauntlet and ran in the opposite direction, out of the moonlit clearing and into the darkness of the waiting wood. Behind me, I heard outraged yells and howls, and I grinned. When you're playing a game and the rules are stacked against you, change the rules. I've always been a great believer in lateral thinking.
I plunged through the gloom between the tall trees, leaving the light of the clearing behind me. I'd worry about directions later; for the time being, I simply needed to put some distance between me and my pursuers. I ran steadily, keeping a good pace, careful to preserve what strength and breath I had. For now I was coasting on adrenaline, but I knew that wouldn't last. I hurt all over, but my head was clear. Behind me, I could hear the Hunt starting up, hear the rage and bloodlust in their raised voices. I grinned. Get your opponent angry, and you've already won half the fight. I hoped they wouldn't take their anger out on Suzie ... No. I pushed the thought aside. Suzie could take care of herself. I had to concentrate on my own problems.
And so I ran, knowing they could run faster but trusting to my wits and my gift and my sheer bloody-minded stubbornness to see me through. I'd beaten worse than this and rubbed their noses in it. The forest air was cool and bracing, and I sucked in great lungfuls of it as I ran. My legs felt strong. My arms hurt, so I folded them across my chest. There was enough light to see where I was going, and the trees were so tightly packed the Hunt wouldn't be able to come at me en masse. I could hear them, drawing closer already. I tried to remember how far
