company like a cloak, making them feel warm and safe. The woods were filled with the buzzing of cicadas.
They stopped only for a moment to catch their breath, but the emir felt sorely famished, more than he had ever felt in his life.
He wasn t sure why. Perhaps it was the touch of a wight that had done it. The hurt to his body had been tremendous, but he felt that its touch had even been more devastating to his soul.
Or maybe in part it was simply because he had taken so many endowments of metabolism, and he had been asleep, paralyzed, for hours, after running for hundreds of miles.
'I don t suppose you had the foresight to bring along any food or drink?' the emir asked Rhianna, for the wyrmlings had stolen their packs down in the dungeon.
'Food is for the weak,' Rhianna said, then laughed, shaking her head.
She peered back over the road behind them. The great volcano rose up, black and dominating in the distance.
Rhianna had enough endowments of sight so that she could see the road well enough under the starlight.
'There is no sign of pursuit yet,' she said after a moment.
'That won t last,' Daylan Hammer said with certainty. 'We have stolen Lord Despair s prize, and he will spare nothing to retrieve it.'
The emir looked to Rhianna, but told Talon, 'She should take Fallion to safety. She should leave us. The Knights Eternal will be on our trail all too soon. She ll have a better chance of escaping if we do not slow her down.'
'I m surprised that the Knights Eternal are not already in pursuit,' Daylan said. 'The emir is right. Rhianna should take Fallion and go.'
Talon translated for Rhianna.
'Where would you have me take him?' she asked. 'Where shall we meet?'
The emir could think of nowhere. There was nowhere in the world that felt safe anymore. Rhianna had mentioned the horse-sisters of Fleeds, but they had little in the way of fortifications.
'We should take him back to the netherworld,' the emir said. 'If he is to fight Vulgnash, he will need proper endowments, powerful weapons, and time to train.'
The emir looked to the others for comments. Rhianna just shrugged, as if the destination did not matter. Talon was willing to concede the argument, for she seemed to have none better of her own. But Daylan Hammer knew the folk of the netherworld better than any of them, so the emir looked to him most of all.
'I do not know,' he said. 'The Bright Ones understand all too well what kind of danger he will bring. We cannot hide there forever.
'And yet,' he continued, 'Fallion brings hope with him, and Erringale s folk might easily welcome him.
'I suppose it could not hurt to ask his permission.'
That gave them a destination. Erringale and the Wizard Sisel had gone to gaze upon the One True Tree.
At that very moment, lightning flashed in the sky behind them at the crown of the volcano. The emir glanced back and saw a roiling mass of darkness there, obscuring the volcano s crown. It was as if clouds had sprung forth from it in a matter of seconds, and he worried that the volcano was about to blow.
But the clouds were strange in shape-oddly flattened on top, so that they circled the volcano s crown like a great wheel, and the mists that had suddenly risen were rapidly expanding, blotting out the stars. Lightning flashed again and again, sending percussive booms over the land, and from those clouds he could hear strange sounds, peals of evil laughter and terrifying cries.
A bear roared in the forest nearby, and night birds began to peep and call out in terror.
'Well, I don t think that we have to worry about the Knights Eternal coming for us any longer,' Daylan said. 'It looks as if the Darkling Glories will beat them to the task.'
Over the tree-covered hills the party ran. Rhianna raced to the back of the handcart and began to push, urging the group forward. The emir was forced to sprint as fast as he could, stopping only for a drink from an occasional brook. They cast their eyes back furtively many a time, and watched as the storm around the volcano s cone intensified, the clouds growing thick, the lightning flickering wickedly, storming in the night.
For ten or twelve minutes, as common men count time, the storm intensified, until the crown of the volcano was hidden from sight.
During that time, the heroes ran, covering another dozen miles or more.
The emir sprinted beside the cart. It bucked and leapt over the broken road, and after only a few miles the wheels began to squeak. He worried that the car would hit a rock too hard and suddenly explode on impact.
But it was a stout thing, made for wyrmling workers, and it held together.
Each time that he glanced back, he peered at the growing cloud, and he was able to take some comfort in the notion that the Darkling Glories had not set out after them-that they were only gathering, like a great flock of crows.
But as he peered back, time after time, he noticed that Fallion was gripping the side of the handcart as if afraid that he might fall off. His face had been sickly pale, but now his head lolled, and he seemed barely conscious.
He has taken some terrible wound, the emir thought.
There had been blood on his tunic, matted and dried, and the emir wondered if that was the cause of Fallion s distress.
The emir glanced back at Rhianna. She was pushing the cart, her face drained of emotion from fatigue. But she didn t seem to fear the Darkling Glories. The object of her fear was right in front of her. Fallion had taken ill.
'What s wrong?' she called to him at last.
Fallion s voice came softly, slowly, and as always Talon offered a translation. 'My Dedicates… the wyrmlings are torturing them.'
'What?' she asked, for his words made no sense.
The emir could not help but note the alarm in Rhianna s voice. She loved the boy. He could hear it in her every word. He drew the cart to a halt.
At that, Fallion reached up to his tunic, pulled it open. Strange runes were branded on his chest, dozens of them, larger and more intricate than any that the emir had taken in his own endowment ceremonies.
'What are those?' Talon begged.
'Compassion,' Fallion said. 'They re runes of compassion. I can feel the pain of others-their loneliness, their love, their horror. I feel when a foot is severed, or an eye gouged out. The wyrmlings are punishing me now through my Dedicates. Lord Despair is letting me know-I can never go free.'
The emir gazed at the runes, dumbfounded.
'I can go back,' Rhianna said. 'I can find those Dedicates, release you from your pain.'
'Certainly Lord Despair has chosen those Dedicates personally,' Daylan cut in. 'If you try to kill them, he will be ready for you.'
'Don t try it,' Fallion begged. 'They re innocent people-women and children. You cannot kill them without forfeiting your own soul. Even if you succeeded in freeing me, once you came back, you would not be the woman that I have grown to love.'
He peered up at her then, pleading. There were tears of pain in his eyes-pain that he could not run from, pain that he could not bear.
'How many endowments did they give you?' Rhianna asked, as if she might charge into Rugassa and murder his Dedicates anyway.
Fallion shook his head in anguish. 'Dozens,' he said. 'Hundreds maybe, through those who act as vectors. Despair said that he will give me thousands of them, millions if he has to: until I break, until I become him.'
Immediately the emir cast his mind about, seeking a solution, but very quickly he realized that there was none. No matter what they tried, Despair would win. Fallion could not run from the pain, and they could not free him.
'What can we do?' Talon asked.
'Don t take me anywhere,' Fallion said. 'It only puts you and others at risk. Send me back.'
'I have killed myself to save you,' Rhianna said. 'I m walking dead. I won t let you go.'
