out in the throes of passion, so perhaps things balanced out.
In any case, he had more immediate problems to ponder. 'I recommend we clear the gate,' he said. 'Otherwise, the knights are liable to ride us down.'
'Right,' said Bareris. Everyone moved aside.
'I did my best to find you,' Tammith said, 'but what's left of the army has broken into countless tiny pieces fleeing south. It took time to find the right piece, especially since I had to lay up by day.'
'Are other griffon riders still alive?' asked Aoth.
'I saw some.'
'Thanks be to the Lord of Flames for that. And thank you, too, for coming to help me when you did.'
'I needed to help,' the vampire said, 'if we were going to get the gates open. But… I wanted to. I cared about what might happen.' She sounded like a person who'd just discovered something surprising about herself, although Aoth didn't understand what it was.
The rest of his band of refugees arrived before he could ask. Griffon riders glided down the sky to perch on rooftops, and the horsemen trotted through the gate. The leader of the knights inspected the litter of corpses on the ground, shook his head, and said, 'What now?'
'We take what we need,' said Aoth, 'as fast as we can. Food, water, arrows, and fresh horses. Healing and charms of strength and stamina from any priest or wizard we can find. Then we ride on.'
'If we could sleep for just a little while-'
'We can't, because if Szass Tam's legions show up outside the walls, we can't hold Mophur by ourselves, and we can't count on the townsfolk to help us. So we have no choice but to keep moving. Get used to it. We're likely to find people changing allegiance all the way south, or at least in every place that has a shrine to Bane.'
Bat wings beating, Tsagoth flew over the battlements of Hurkh, and his command-vampires, wraiths, and other undead capable of flight-hurtled after him. No one was stupid enough to shoot at them.
That was as he expected. The town was flying crimson banners adorned with black skulls. The flags glowed with magical phosphorescence to make them stand out against the night sky. The no-doubt hastily sewn cloths didn't precisely duplicate any of Szass Tam's personal emblems, but their message was plain enough.
Tsagoth swooped down into Hurkh's central square and flowed into bipedal form. Some of the vampires did the same, while others melted into wolves. The phantoms hovered, and elsewhere in the city, dogs began to howl.
'Whoever governs this place,' Tsagoth shouted at the gates of the town's central keep, 'reveal yourself!'
No one inside the fortress responded, although he could sense wretched little humans cowering inside. Rather, the door of a building on the opposite side of the plaza opened.
Constructed of blackened stone, the structure was a temple of Bane, a mass of spires adorned with spikes, jags, and windows narrow as arrow loops. Judging from the black and green gems adorning her dark vestments, the Mulan lady who emerged first looked to be the high priestess. She smiled and strode with a confident air, but the four lesser priests creeping in her wake were pale, wide-eyed, and stank of sweat and fear.
'Good evening,' she said. 'My name is Unara Anrakh.' Up close, she smelled of the myrrh she probably burned during her devotions.
'Are you in charge?' Tsagoth asked.
'For the moment,' Unara replied. 'Until His Omnipotence Szass Tam appoints a new autharch. The previous one was deaf to the voice of Bane.'
Tsagoth grinned. 'So you murdered him.'
'Should I have allowed him to keep his position and continue giving his fealty to the council? I knew that if I did, you and your comrades would lay siege to Hurkh and put us all to the sword.'
Perhaps she believed Hurkh was of greater strategic importance than it actually was. Still, she had a point. 'We might have gotten around to it eventually.'
'But now there's no need. We pledge our loyalty to Szass Tam and have already begun to serve him. Come visit the Black Hand's altar. See the heads heaped before it. Each belonged to a southern legionnaire. The autharch gave them refuge inside the city walls, and after we killed him, my followers and I disposed of them as well.'
'I'm sure it's an impressive display,' he said, not caring whether or not she detected his sarcasm. 'But I doubt you managed to kill every southern soldier who fled in this direction.'
Unara blinked. 'That's true. We needed to fly the skull banners so you wouldn't attack us by mistake. But once we started, the southerners stopped coming near the walls.'
'Then my company and I need to press on without delay. With luck, we might overtake more southerners before the end of the night. But first we want to feed. I need forty people, one for each of my followers.'
The priestess hesitated. 'I… learned about spectres and similar entities during my training. Do they require nourishment?'
'No. But they have a constant, insatiable drive to hurt and kill, and it's easier to control them if I allow them to gratify it periodically.'
'Oh. I see. But as I explained, we've pledged ourselves to Szass Tam, and I promised everyone that it would make us safe.'
'Most of you will be, unless you keep trying my patience. Have your guards fetch the forty folk you consider most expendable. Otherwise, I'll simply turn these hounds of mine loose to feed on whatever rabbits they can catch.'
As he'd expected, Unara brought slaves and emptied out the town jail to fulfill his requirements. Still, as ghosts plunged their shadowy hands into the flesh of the living, withering their victims, and the occasional vampire, lost to blood lust, chewed a throat to shreds, she periodically winced. Perhaps it had occurred to her that Szass Tam's troops would pass this way again, and eventually all the thralls and captured felons would be gone.
Tsagoth rather enjoyed her discomfiture. Prompted by her god, or so she claimed, she chose to embrace the rule of a lich and the necromancers and undead who carried out his will. Well, here was a first taste of what that would entail.
It wasn't the first time Aoth had regretted attaining high rank. With the exception of Mirror, every other member of the ragtag band he'd shepherded south was almost certainly sleeping the sleep of utter exhaustion. He, on the other hand, was standing at attention and saluting.
'By the Great Flame,' said Nymia Focar, seated behind a silvery soth-wood desk so highly polished that it gleamed even in the wan daylight shining through the window, 'was the journey as hard as your appearance suggests?'
'I'm just tired and dirty. We didn't have to fight south of Mophur. But we had to keep running. I kept hoping we'd reach a place where we could rest for a while and be safe, but we never found it. Some towns and fortresses have gone over to Szass Tam. Some no longer exist, or are in such bad shape that the northerners could overrun them in a heartbeat. Earthquakes knocked the walls down, or they endured some other calamity. Even Tyraturos was no good for us. Dimon naturally favored the church of Bane while he was alive, and the clerics are taking full advantage of the authority he gave them.' He gave his head a shake. 'Am I rambling? If I am, I'm sorry.'
'Don't be. You're making sense.' She gestured to a table laden with bottles of wine and a platter of dark brown bread, apples, pears, and white and yellow cheeses. 'Take whatever you want, sit down before you fall down, and then give me a full report while you eat.'
He generally didn't try to eat and converse with a superior at the same time. He feared it would make him look more graceless and uncouth-more Rashemi-than he did already. But for once he was too starved to worry about it. He poured a goblet of pale amber wine, loaded a plate, and dropped down in a chair.
He fancied that, exhausted and famished though he was, he at least managed to talk between mouthfuls rather than through them. When he finished, Nymia said, 'Your report agrees with everyone else's. This situation is bad.'
'You didn't see firsthand?'
'I happened to be near a circle of conjurors when they made the decision to abandon the battlefield, and they translated me back to Bezantur along with them. I didn't have to journey overland.'
How nice for you, he thought. 'I saw a fair number of griffons in the aerie, so a reasonable number of my men must have made it to safety. That's something, anyway.'
