good.'
'I thought you were under guard here,' I said , slowly and distinctly.
She snorted loudly. 'Beat the shit out of them the moment I was safely back in the city. There's no-one left here to hurt us.'
'I knew you could look after yourself,' I said. 'But I couldn't take the risk... of being wrong.'
Suzie sniffed. 'Bloody pig men. You wouldn't believe how many times they felt me up on the way here. Smelled really bad, too. Couldn't kill them fast enough. Maybe we'll have a barbecue, later?'
'Sounds good,' I said. 'I'm cold, Suzie. So cold.'
She held me tighter, but I could barely feel it. 'Hang on, John. Hang on.'
'Journeys end...'
'In lovers' meeting?' said Suzie, her cheek against my forehead.
'Maybe,' I said. 'If only we'd had more time ...'
'There will be time for many things ...'
'No. I don't think so. I'm dying, Suzie. I wish ...'
She said something, but it couldn't hear it over the roaring in my head. I could see the blood running out of me, but everything was disappearing into darkness as the world slipped slowly away from me. I was ready to die; if it meant the future I'd seen for Suzie, and the Nightside, might not happen after all.
'I saved you,' I said.
'I knew you would,' she said. 'I knew they'd never catch you.'
That wasn't what I meant, but it didn't matter.
Then I felt her whole body tense as she looked up sharply. I pushed the darkness back through a sheer effort of will and lifted my head to look. And there before us was Herne the Hunter, standing on the other side of the city boundary, his face dark with rage. His Court was spread out behind him, keeping well back. Herne actually danced with rage in front of me, driven half out of his mind at losing.
'You cheated!' he screamed at me, spittle flying on the air with the force of his words. 'You didn't run the gauntlet! You used tricks and magics! You stole my lovely moon stallion! Cheat! Cheat!'
I grinned at him even though it hurt. 'Told you I was smarter than you. All that matters is I won. I got here. You and your whole damned Court couldn't stop me. I beat you, Heme, so go away and pick on someone smaller than yourself.'
'You didn't beat me! No-one beats me! You cheated!' Herne was almost crying by then with the strength of his emotions, and his Court stirred uneasily behind him. He shook a gnarled fist at me. 'No-one wins unless I say they win! You're dead, you hear me? I'll drag you out of there and back into the woods, and then, and then ... I'll do such terrible things to you!'
Tomias Squarefoot stepped forward, and Herne turned viciously to glare at him. The Neanderthal stood calmly before the wood god, and his voice was cold and unmoved. 'You cannot pursue them any further, Herne. They are in the city now, and beyond our reach. By the rules of your own Hunt, they are safe from you.'
'I am the god of the wild places! Of the storm and the lightning! I am the glory of the hunt and the wolf who runs and the antlers on the rutting stag! I am the power of the wild wood, and I will not be denied!'
'He ran well and bravely,' said Squarefoot, and some of the Court actually grunted and growled in agreement behind him. 'He won, Herne. Let it go.'
'Never!'
'If you do this,' Squarefoot said slowly, 'you do it alone.'
'Alone then!' spat Herne, turning his back on them all, and he wouldn't even look round when Tomias Squarefoot went back to join the Court, and they all headed back across the grasslands, to the wild wood, where they belonged. Herne leaned slowly forward, as though testing the strength of some unseen, unfelt barrier, his curling goat's horns trembling with anticipation. His eyes were fierce and staring, and more than a little mad.
Suzie put me carefully to one side and stood up to place herself between Herne and me. They'd taken her shotgun, so she drew the two long knives from her boot tops. She stood tall and proud, and it looked like it would take the whole damn world to bring her down. Herne regarded her craftily, his shaggy head cocked slightly to one side, like a bird.
'You can't stop me. I'm a god.'
'You wouldn't be the first god I've killed,' said Suzie Shooter. 'And you're on my territory now.'
It might have been a bluff, or knowing Suzie, maybe not, but either way it did me good to hear her say it with such scorn and confidence. And I discovered I was damned if I'd sit there and let her face the threat alone. I forced myself up onto one knee, then onto my feet. I moved unsteadily forward to stand beside Suzie. I was swaying, but I was up. If I was going out, I was going to do it on my feet.
'Lilith's son,' Herne whispered. 'Child of the city and hated civilization. You would wipe away all the woods and all of the wild. I'll see you dead even if it damns me for all time.'
He stepped forward, and Suzie and I braced ourselves to meet the fury of the wood god. And that was when a dark-haired man in a long flowing robe, carrying a long wooden staff, appeared out of nowhere to stand between us and Herne. Suzie actually jumped a little, and I had to grab her arm to steady myself. Heme held his ground, snarling uncertainly at the newcomer, who slammed his staff into the ground before Herne. It stood there, alone and upright, quivering slightly.
'I am the Lord of Thorns,' said the newcomer. 'Newly appointed Overseer of the Nightside. And you should not be here, Herne the Hunter.'
'Appointed by who?' snapped Herne. 'By that new god, the Christ? You have his smell on you. I was here before him, and I shall hold sway in the woods long after he has been forgotten.'
'No,' said the Lord of Thorns. 'He has come, and nothing shall ever be the same again. I have been given power over all the Nightside, to see that agreements are enforced. You set up the rules of the Wild Hunt, and so are bound by them. You invested your own power in the Hunt, to make it the significant thing that it is, and so it has power over you. You cannot enter here.'
'No! No! I will not be cheated out of my prey! I will have my revenge! I will feast on his heart, and yours!'
Herne grabbed at the Lord of Thorns' standing staff, to tear it out of the ground and perhaps use it as a weapon; but the moment he touched it, the ground shook, and bright light surged up, and the wood god cried out despairingly in pain and shock and horror. He fell writhing to the ground, curled up into a ball, and sobbed at the feet of the Lord of Thorns, who looked down on him sadly.
'You did this to yourself, Herne. You are of the city now, by your own act, cut off from the woods and the wild places, only a small fraction of what you once were, now and forever.'
'I want to go home,' said Herne, like a small child.
'You can't,' said the Lord of Thorns. 'You chose to come into the city, and now you belong here.'
'But what am I to do?'
'Go forth and do penance. Until finally, perhaps, you can learn to make your peace with the civilization that is coming.'
Herne snarled up at the Lord of Thorns, with a touch of his old defiance, and then the broken god, smaller and much diminished, crept past the Lord of Thorns and disappeared into the streets of the city.
I was watching him go, when suddenly I found I was lying on the ground. I didn't remember falling. I was tired, and drifting, and everything seemed so very far away. I could hear Suzie calling my name, increasingly desperately, but I couldn't find the strength to answer her. She grabbed me by the shoulder to try and sit me up, but my body was so much dead weight, and I couldn't help her. I thought, So this is dying. It doesn't seem so bad. Maybe I'll get some rest, at last.
Then the Lord of Thorns knelt beside me. He had a kind, bearded face. He put his hand on my chest, and it was like my whole body got jump-started. Strength and vitality slammed through me like an electric charge, driving out the pain and weariness, and I sat bolt upright, crying out loud at the shock and joy of it. Suzie fell back on her haunches, squeaking loudly in surprise. I laughed suddenly, so glad to be alive. I scrambled up onto my feet, hauling Suzie up with me, and I hugged her to me. Her body started to tense up, so I let her go. Some miracles take longer to work out than others.
I checked myself over. My trench coat was a thing of rags and tatters, mostly held together by dried blood, but all my wounds were gone, healed, as though they had never been. I was whole again. I looked blankly at the
