Michael Foster

She Who Has No Name

PROLOGUE

From the darkness, a single tiny point of light appeared. It hovered for long moments and then flitted about like a firefly dancing within an inky void. As it fluttered, it began growing in intensity, transforming from a pale,lingering mote to a fierce and angry butterfly that flashed red and yellow. The wavering flame grew and a pale face became illuminated just above it, wide-eyed with amusement, cast in shadow from the flickering light. Fire was dancing on the watcher’s finger, but it did not burn or consume him. It seemed to spring from and burn from nothing and this no doubt explained the young man’s delight.

‘By the gods, Marrag!’ came a gasp of disbelief from somewhere in the room. The scene was utterly black, except for the face, the finger and the fire.

‘What you said is true!’ said another voice, sounding from beside the first.

Marrag then opened his hand, palm up, and the flame spread to each of his fingers. The light still clung to him stubbornly, making him seem to be just a head and a hand floating amidst a void. ‘Of course it’s true,’ he declared, with his eyes still locked in fascination upon his fiery creation. Then he glared up towards the first speaker who had broken the awed silence. ‘And as I shall also show you, there are no gods-none that would challenge us, anyway. What the Council has told us are lies.’

Shutters were thrown open, filling the room with blazing daylight and transforming it from a darkened mystery to an unremarkable dwelling in the blink of an eye. Furniture and figures leapt into being at the flick of a wrist.

It was a simple and functional living space and the man called Marrag was sitting at the central rounded table with one elbow restingonits surface. The fire upon his hand was now scarcely visible-barely a shimmering of the air-as the daylight was invading the room with such ferocity. Still, Marrag regarded the marvel in his palm with delight, engrossed as it danced and moved amongst his fingers like a throbbing, living thing.

‘This is forbidden, Marrag!’ the first speaker affirmed, stalking over from beside the windows. He was dressed in an expensive suit-the very fashion of the day-but somehow the effort was wasted on his thin and gangly frame. His nose was bulbous and his hair thin and combed in an effort to cover his balding and liver-spotted scalp. He moved erratically and nervously, rubbing his chin and scratching at his scalp in the same movement. ‘This is beyond the laws. You will be condemned for this!’

‘But it is incredible, as you said,’ stated the second man, much younger than the first and looking much smarter, despite beingcladin only simple garments. He stood purposefully and with confidence, with faultless posture. Two more opposite men could not possibly have inhabited the same room.

Marrag closed his fist deliberately and,with flawless concentration,he willed the flame to vanish; its final blue-hued gasp escaping between his fingers. With sweat on his brow, he stood and faced the other two. ‘But why is it forbidden, Poltamir?’ he asked of his moreunfortunate-looking companion. ‘Why are we not allowed to do such wonderful things? Such feats are ever whispered about and alluded to, but never attempted-all because of the Council’s stubbornness. I have gathered up every inkling of knowledge I could find, and now, after all these months,I have achieved the forbidden-the incredible! What the Council of the Wise said was futile and impossible has proven within reach. Why would they want to deny us this wonder?’

‘Why,indeed?’ agreed the third man.

Poltamir looked set to boil with frustration. ‘Why? Why, Thann?’ he asked. ‘Because they are the Council of the Wise. That is why they are the ones who speak and we are the ones who listen. Who are we to ask such questions? Such knowledge and actions are forbidden and that is that!’

Marrag slowly shook his head. ‘I do not think so. I think,rather,they are jealous of anyone who can do such things. They deny us the opportunity to explore our potential, while they are ever-reliant upon their wands and machines and devices. This first achievement is just the beginning. Who knows what we may be able to achieve given time? We can draw power from the heavens!’

‘This is insane!’ Poltamir declared, throwing his hands up in frustration.

‘Can you show me how to do this?’ Thann asked eagerly, ignoring Poltamir altogether.

Marrag nodded solemnly. ‘I’m sure I can teach you. Now I have mastered the first difficult steps, it should be a simple task to teach others. I have so many new ideas already on how to direct this power,but each one leads to so many others. The possibilities just keep popping into my head. It’s so exciting!’

‘It’s madness!’

‘Oh, calm down, Poltamir,’ came the honey-dewed voice of Rei as she stepped from the corner of the room. She moved over and snaked her arms around Thann’s waist and,pouting, looked at Poltamir. ‘You are always such a spoilsport.’ She was as beautiful as any woman could possibly be, with soft flaxen hair that nestled over her shoulders, and Poltamir fell to pieces under her demure gaze, already shaking and trembling on the spot.

‘You knew about this?’ Poltamir responded with obvious disappointment.

‘Of course I did,’ she replied,a self-contented smile on her cherry-tinctured lips. ‘Marrag tells me everything.’

‘I cannot stand for this. You must stop at once.’

‘Oh, please, Poltamir,’ she pleaded. ‘Let Marrag teach us what he has found. We have nothing to fill our days and we sorely need something to keep us amused.’

‘Just because our parents are on the Council does not mean we will not be punished.’

‘They will not find out,’ Thann stated, holding onto Rei’s arms around him. ‘Who would tell them?’ and he eyed Poltamir purposefully.

At once, the gangly man began nervously shaking his head. ‘Oh, I won’t tell anyone,’ he promised.

‘Then,will you join us?’ Marrag asked him, pinning the man with a serious gaze.

‘Of course I will,’ Poltamir confirmed, now nodding furiously.

‘Good!’ Marrag declared with a sudden smile. ‘Then we can begin immediately. I will need all three of you to help.’

‘We are yours to command,’ Rei responded dramatically as she kissed at Thann’s neck.

Marrag reached under the table and drew out a small cage, which he placed before the others. Kept within was a small kitten, which was lying quiet and still.

‘Veron? What’s wrong with her?’ Rei asked with concern, coming out from behind Thann and peering in at the motionless animal.

‘She’s tired,’ said Marrag. ‘I’m afraid I have used her too much.’

‘We need a kitten to work these wonders? What is this about?’ Thann asked with surprise.

‘Not a kitten. Anything will do.’

‘She doesn’t look well,’ Rei said. ‘What if it hurts her?’

‘Then we’ll find something else,’ Marrag replied with a shrug. ‘Any living thing will suffice. The bigger the better, so it doesn’t tireas quickly.’

‘Let’s go out and find somethingelseso poor Veron can have a rest,’ Thann stated.

‘This is really quite worrying,’ Poltamir put in.

‘Oh, stop being such a sourpuss,’ Rei told him and he shut up at once.

‘Then it’s settled. I, Marrag Lin, will teach the three of you what I have learnt and together we shall discover this wondrous new power,’ Marrag spoke.

‘What shall we call this strange new thing that we have discovered?’ Thann asked of the group.

‘Oh, it has a name already,’ Marrag replied. ‘It’s called magic.’

‘Magic?’ Rei asked. ‘What a silly name. Nevertheless, let’s set out and learn this magic and see what fun it can bring us. We shall keep it a secret between justthefourof us.’

‘We shall do all sorts of wonderful things!’ Thann declared.

‘And when we get sick of it,we can just give itupbefore the Council learns of anything,’ Marrag pointed out. ‘No one will be any the wiser.’

‘Of course,’ Poltamir agreed, now somewhat warming to the idea. ‘It does sound like thismagichas the potential to become quite an entertaining distraction. And,as you say, what couldpossiblygo wrong?’

CHAPTER ONE

The Plight of the Empire

Something was coming. From across a vast ocean of separation it came-clawing its way towards him-and,inch by inch, moment by moment, it was steadily drawing nearer. Samuel could feel its presence weighing down upon the pattern of existence like a fat and swollen spider lurking at the centre of its sticky web. The power of the thing was intimidating, frightening, threatening; as if it could consume the world-yet he was compelled to look towards it,despite his own good sense, as surely as if someone had grabbed his face and turned it towards the blinding sun. If he were a normal man,he would have been terrified, but he was a magician and,as such, he was gripped by a terrible fascination. He could not imagine anything capable of possessing such power,such mind-boggling potency. Somehow, he knew that its arrival was imminent and also, whatever it was, it was coming with one distinct purpose in mind-to find him.

He had been having this dream almost every night since he had slain the man called Ash. Ash, who had infiltrated the Order of Magicians, who had slain Samuel’s family and who had stolennearlyenough power to ruin the world. Ashhad been transformed into some kind of hideous god as they had struggled together, each wielding immense power, but,of the two of them, only Samuel had survived.

While Ash had been a common man coming to terms with his god-like state, Samuel had been developing and refining his own powers all his life. Finally, Samuel’s experience and knowledge of magic had proven victorious and Ash had been destroyed. The whole city had been witness to their great battle of magic atop the High Tower-a battle that had almost split the heavens in the process-and,through his victory,Samuel had become a champion within the Order of Magicians, placing him almost akin to the legendary Lions of Cintar.

The Saviour of Cintar, some now called him. It felt a hollow title, for he had not been facing Ash out of any noble or valiant cause. It was only his desire for revenge that had driven him onto that windy tower top,and it was only his hatred for the one who had continually escaped and frustrated him that had forced him to persevere. In the end, Samuel had satiated his thirst for revenge, but a void had taken its place. He had been exalted to the status of a Lord for his efforts.Yet now he was without purpose and was finding it difficult to be so revered by an Empire that he had little love for in return.

That had been two years ago and the continent of Amandia had been transformed in the time since; it had fallen into a war that had left the once-great Empire tattered and trembling. Ithad been saved from decimation at the hands of Ash, but with the Archmage and Emperor both dead and with the Staff of Elders, magical icon of the Order, destroyed, the Turian Empire had received a staggering blow.

The Order of Magicians had been forced into action in a desperate attempt to keep the Empire from collapsing altogether, following the very path of violence it had struggled to avoid for decades. With the forces of Garteny pouring down from the north, the magicians of the Empire had been left with no choice but to offer up their skills for warfare. If they had not, the war might already have been over, for the Garten armies had been cutting swaths of destruction across the Turian Empire. Its forces were skilled and readied from generations of preparation, having long been planning for an attack that had never arrived from the Empire.

After untold years of expansion, after almost conquering all the civilised lands of Amandia, Turia itself is now in the unthinkable position of impending collapse. The once-unbreakable Empire is now on its knees. Its last remaining armies and a few spread-thin magicians are all that are keeping the Gartens at bay and these days mark the final great clashes of Garten against Turian.

Fortunately, those few remaining magicians are some of the most powerful the world has seen, with Samuel and his two closest friends considered chief among them-but the Order has no wish to sacrifice its greatest symbol of power. Much to his disgust, Samuel has been kept far from the front lines; relegated to giving speeches to the troops or making token displays of magic, before being ordered away back to safety before the true conflict began.

Since the war with the north had been renewed, Samuel had been sent out from Cintar many times to rally the spirits of the men, but not once had he seen direct combat with the enemy. While all he craved was the opportunity tolaunchhimselfonto the Gartens and unleash his greatest spells, he had been allowed nothing of the sort; kept on a leash by the Magicians’ Council’s strictest commands; ushered away at the first sign of foreign forces.

Even the Erics, his two closest friends, had seen their share of battle, with Eric Pot being a veteran of a score of conflicts, while Samuel had seen none of it. Perhaps it was for the best. With the ancient relic that he had wrestled from Ash, the Argum Stone, on his finger, he had access to unspeakable power, but it was a power he was yet to master; wild and brutish; slippery and deceiving. The battle with Ash had left him shaken and unable to access his own magic and so the ring, kept secret from all, was the only thing that kept him a magician.

‘Come to me, Samuel,’ came a voice though the dream, distracting him from such thoughts of war and Leila appeared before his eyes, just as he remembered her. She was wearing the same clothes as on the day they had first met: a pale summer dress and slippers, with a comb in her hair. She looked as beautiful and fragile as she did then-and he missed her deeply. Just the thought of her had him flailing towards an escapable pit of sorrow.

‘Why are you keeping me waiting?’ she asked,with a pout on her lips. Her face seemed to glow in every detail. Her smile was so pure and perfect. He still loved her with all his heart and,after such dreams as this, he found it difficult to accept that she was dead,another victim of Ash’s ruthless crusade for power.

Other magicians could not feel love or hate or any of the strongest emotions, for using magic had a toll on the heart that could not be reversed, yet Samuel was still cursed with these feelings and he had little control over them.

Sometimes, he would wish that he could remain forever in this dream world, casting off the truths of reality for the sweet embrace of his fantasy; but morning always came and morning ruined everything. No matter how he tried to keep his eyes locked tightly shut,orhow hard he tried to stop himself from waking, daylight would surely force its way under his eyelids. Then, his heart would be gripped by a suffocating sadness and he would become entombed in bitter regret.

‘So you’ll keep me waiting once again?’ he imagined her asking, as she caressed his cheek with a gentle finger. ‘Don’t worry. Morning comes and I must leave you to your affairs. But the day passes ever so quickly. We can be together when night falls once again. You can dream of me forever, until one day you find a way to bring us together. I’m sure you can find a way. If anyone can, it will be you.’

With that, Samuel could no longer ignore the sounds of the day that were competing for his attention, and he opened his eyes with great reluctance. He had been hoping the noises were part of his imagination, but unfortunately, that was not the case. Eric Pot was standing over him and looking down at him with a mix of urgency and annoyance. It seemed that all the shouting and carrying-on he had been doing his best to ignore were, unfortunately, very real.

‘I saidget up, Samuel!’ the neat magician repeated, dressed in his resplendent,black Order cloak. ‘Quit your dreaming. Captain Adell says we’re leaving as soon as we can.’

It took Samuel those few moments to recall where he was. They had been camped outside the town of Rampeny for three weeks, preparing the town’s defences. The men had been digging, building, fortifying and so forth, while Samuel had been dutifully reciting the patriotic speeches that had beendrafted forhim by the Council.

It struck him as quite ironic that neither he nor the Erics were true Turians, for all three had been born in the outer nations-territories that had themselves been conquered by the Empire long ago. Still, it no longer bothered him as much as it once did. Their true allegiance was to the Order of Magicians and, in turn, to all the people of Amandia, whether they be Garten or Turian or other. They would do their best to end the war andusher in along-sought time of peace. It was a worthy goal, but,quite ironically, it seemed that an awful lot of bloodshed was required to reach it.

The Order had been created as little more than a tool for the late Emperor, and all hopes had been thatitwould be free frompoliticalmanipulation after his demise. Unfortunately, little had changed since the man’s death and their splendid ambitions just did not seem to be materialising. So it was that they had been sent to Rampeny, and Samuel found himself wondering, once more, how the land had fallen into such a sorry state.

Two days ago,the enemy had neared sooner than anyone had predicted and the Turian defence had gone forth in response, setting the earth to tremble as they marched by. Samuel had not been allowed to leave the camp, but he had heard enough of the reports to know that the hills beyond the valley were a scene of total slaughter, and his magician’s senses only reinforced this. Casualties had been enormous for both sides, but the defence had so far prevailed.

The news after that had been grim. Unfortunately, the initial assault upon them had only been the beginning. The Turian defenders had steadily been whittled away,day by day, hour by hour,as more Gartens had arrived. Captain Adell’s company of men was not supposed to face such odds on its own, but the soldiers were doing their best in the situation, desperately awaiting their reinforcements from the capital. The magicians had been doing what they could to help, taking turns maintaining an illusion of a larger Turian force entrenched around the town. It was perhaps only this that had kept the Gartens from committing themselves entirely, but it seemed even the usefulness of this ruse had ended. Reports indicated a massive army was approaching from the north and its arrival would signal the inevitable demise of the little border town.

Eric had begun gathering up his clothes and stuffing them into his pack,while Samuel still struggled to wake himself and find his feet.

‘Forget packing,’ Eric Goodfellow declared, sweeping inside the tent. He looked decidedly worried, blinking behind his eyeglasses. ‘I think we’re going to fall back and abandon the town right now.’ He swallowed hard. ‘Everything has gone to hell during the night and we’re making an immediate retreat. Captain Adell is almost down to his last man.’

Samuel considered the situation and was about to capitulate, when some unknown compulsion in the back of his mind made itself known. He was sick of running; he was sick of hiding behind the skirts of the Order. He had vast power at his beckand call. This time, he would stand his ground. ‘No. We can’t turn tail and let the Gartens run havoc where they will. It’s time we stopped sitting on our hands and did something useful. I’m tired of retreating every time there’s a hint of danger. More innocent lives will be lost if the Gartens continue their push into Turia. Let’s show them what we can do.’

‘But we’re not supposed to get involved in the fighting at all,’ Goodfellow objected, always one to follow the rules. ‘The Council was quite clear. We should have been on our way back to Cintar days ago.’

‘We only have to delay them a little longer, Eric. We’re not children any more. We just happen to be three of the most talented magicians the Order has left, so ifwecan’t hold the Gartens back for a few more hours, who can?’

Eric Pot shook his head. ‘It would be madness for us to go out there alone, Samuel. I’ve been in several situations like this, but the magicians always went in well-prepared and gave support from afar, not running amok in the midst of the battle like fools. The three of us won’t do much good by ourselves.’

‘So do you suggest wejustgive up?’ Samuel asked him.

Eric adjusted his dark robes into place and stood straight, looking the very model of an Order magician. ‘We should withdraw as we have been told. A retaliatory attack can be mounted once our reinforcements arrive. That is the most sensible thing to do.’

Samuel had been long vexed by the fact that Eric had been proving so useful to the Order, while he had been mothered at home and kept from the battlefronts. The fact that Eric was also correct did not make him feel any better. ‘Well, I’m going to see what I can do,’ he declared and stormed outside, casting the tent-flap aside. He could almost hear Goodfellow gulp with apprehension behind him.

Stepping out into the overcast day, Samuel spied Captain Adell huddled with his men at the edge of the camp. More soldiers were scurrying in every direction like ants, busily preparing to abandon the camp. Samuel sniffed, for the air was rife with smoke and the rusty tincture of blood carried upon the morning breeze. Grey clouds hung over them forlornly and the camp was beset with a quiet gloom,making for the most melancholy of scenes. Summoning his best steely visage, Samuel startedtowards the troops, while the Erics followed closely behind him, each still muttering curses at his back.

‘Captain Adell!’ he hailed, arriving amongst the commander and his men.

The captain was a veteran of countless battles, yet his face was hung with dread as he briefed his men. ‘Get back into your tent, Magician,’ he lamented on sight of Samuel. ‘The last thing I need is your flapping gums.’

He turned back to his discussion, but Samuel would not be ignored. ‘There’s no talk to be done here, Captain. Just point the way to the enemy. We will see to them now.’

The captain was taken aback and turned his gaze to Samuel with a look of disbelief. ‘Take a look around if you want to find the enemy, you fool Magician! There’s only one way for them to approach-along the blasted valley. My men are virtually routed and you Order folk have done nothing but lie idle in your tent while we’ve gone to the slaughter. Are you saying you’ve decided to help now? Now that we’re as good as lost?’

The excitable Master Crisp came hurrying over from between the rows of tents. He had been assigned to them by the Magicians’ Council and had the unenviable task of keeping the three of them out of trouble. He was a highly-strung man, spending more time rushing about than achieving much of anything.

‘Lord Samuel!’ he panted, sweating within his hood, despite the cool morning air. ‘We need to leave. As I’m sure Captain Adell has told you, things here have taken a turn for the worse!’

But Samuel only gave the unfortunate magician a look of disdain and returned his attention to Adell. ‘Captain, when do we expect the reinforcements to arrive?’

The man scowled at the thought. ‘General Canard and General Warren are approaching with all haste but,even so, the first of their forces may not begin arriving for several hours. It will be too late to make any difference and,by then, the Gartens will hold the town and the open spaces while we will be relegated to the woods-and there is little we can do from there. Still, there is one small piece of good news: I hear the Lions are with them.’

Samuel’s eyes opened wide at the answer. Once the Lions arrived the battle would be as good as won.

‘But if they don’t arrive before the Gartens take the town, it won’t matter,’ Captain Adell continued. ‘Ten Lions and the Emperor Himself-rest his soul-won’t be able to slow the Gartens once they get through this valley. This is a perfect chance to halt their advance, but it’s slipping through our fingers with each passing moment.’

‘Then we’ll do our best until they come,’ Samuel replied and surprised them all by stepping straight through the middle of them and making directly towards the valley.

‘Lord Samuel! This is foolishness!’ Master Crisp called from behind, but Samuel continued away, heading up the short slope and towards the rising pillars of smoke in the distance.

‘Very well. If you are intent on this foolishness then we are with you, Samuel,’ spoke Eric, hurrying with Goodfellow to be at his side.

The two magicians had grown stronger over the last few years. Together, the three of them could probably stop a small army of men without too much difficulty. Unfortunately, as they crested the hill and the situation before them became clear, it looked as if they were facing considerably worse than that.

The sun made only a pale stain amongst the grey morning clouds, for the sky was still drab and morose. Below, across what were once fields and pastures squeezed between the hills, lay a scene of chaos. The earth had been churned by the passing of thousands of booted feet. No grass or shrub or tree could be seen and even the fence posts had been battered flat into the mud. Not far away, armoured bodies-in various states of injury and amputation-littered the ground amongst blackened pools of their own blood. Most lay in desperate and contorted positions, as if their agony had been frozen in time. Some men were still moaning,some were screaming, but few were still moving. The battle must have swept through here sometime during the night, and Samuel was amazed that he could have slept through it all. At least, he reminded himself, the Garten push had so far been repelled.

As he looked around,he became aware that steep,rugged hills lined the valley sides. As Adell had said, they would be treacherous to scale, making the valley difficult to enter or escape for any but a few fleet-footed men. A murder of crows cawed out from their roosts and rocks on the hillside where they waited. Samuel eyed them ruefully, for they looked fattened and well fed. All around was a scene of violence and destruction. And,in the air,hung the pervading smell of death.

In the distance, a long dark wall of men was visible, coming down the valley toward them-the Gartens. They came as one flowing mass, blowing horns and howling and waving their banners of war, trotting as if they could taste the scent of victory already. A few straggling groups of mud-and-blood-encrusted Turians came running past the magicians, their eyes wide and their faces fraught with fear. One stopped, gasping through lips that were cracked and caked in blood.

‘Run, you damned fools!’ he spoke. ‘The battle’s lost! Everyone’s dead or routed already. A massive Garten army has arrived. What we saw last night was nothing! They cover the land as far as the eye can see and they are funnelling into the valley as we speak. Make for the woods while you can!’ And then he was off after his fellows, struggling to stay on his legs.

Samuel looked at his friendsbyhis sides-Eric on his left, Goodfellow to his right-and they nodded that they were ready. They each gathered their thick,black cloaks around them, for the wind was chill and bitter, and together they continued forward. Eric Pot and Goodfellow had begun summoning their power, while Samuel slipped a hand into his pocket, feelingaroundto be sure his ring was still tucked tightly inside.

The Garten host ahead was,indeed,enormous. It filled the valley, shoulder to shoulder, side to side,and stretched back like a sea of shields and swords. They came from the frigid north in their furs, bearing axes and swords. They had none of the discipline and training of the Imperial army, yet they made up for that with their sheer strength, ferocity and overwhelming numbers. Samuel briefly considered reasoning with them,to find some way to end the battle before more blood was spilled, but the thought was fleeting. He could feel the bloodlust that saturated the air. Nothing would keep these men from this battle. The town of Rampeny was within sight and the Gartens were killing everyone and destroying everything they met on Imperial soil, such was their hatred for the Empire. Samuel could hardly blame them. For all thewrongdoings theEmpire had done in the past, few except the Turians themselves had any reason to love it.

‘We’d better hurry,’ Goodfellow noted and the three sprang into a brisk run. The sun was warming quickly and they tired before long, dropping their heavy Order cloaks to the mud. Fromthat point on, they padded along in just their black shirts and trousers, now ignorant of the bitter wind.

After just a few minutes, they felt they had found a decent place to make their stand-halfway towards the impending host. They stopped to gather their breath, waiting as theNorth-men bore down upon them.

The steps of the Gartens were a thunderous clatter and their shouts were deafening. The men came towards them as a single,cacophonous carpet of jostling weapons that filled the valley’s breadth completely. The sight and sound of such a force was far more intimidating than Samuel could have guessed.

‘I think you may have gotten us into some trouble,Owise Lord Samuel,’ Eric stated mischievously.

‘I’ve never seen so many people in one place,’ Goodfellow added. ‘I think we should hurry back while we can.’

‘It’s too late now,’ Samuel finished.

As theNorth-men neared, he could see the whites of their eyes and their leering teeth. The foremost of the Garten army were only a hundred paces away and they began charging, screaming savagely. Three lone magicians must have offered a tempting opportunity and every man seemed eager to make the first kill.

‘Well?’ Eric prompted. ‘I think this is a good time for us to do something.’

Out of the corner of his eye, Samuel could sense Goodfellow nod, and so he slipped his hand into his pocket and wiggled his finger into the magical ring at its bottom. At once, the magic of the Argum Stone filled him, making his skin feel taut andhis bodytremble with energy. Energy flooded his senses, bursting from the ether all around and entering him via the ring. He could see the magic billowing out from within himself, whipping around him like ribbons in a storm as he struggled to contain it. As always, he had to calm himself and force the power to slow to a trickle. Such volumes of magic had the potential to overwhelm his senses or damage his mind and body. That was the magicians’ Achilles’ Heel: they had access to magic and could accomplish the impossible, but the toll upon themselves could be equally devastating.

Eric began first, sending out in an explosion of force and power that blew the Gartens on the left from their feet and shattered their bones within their limbs. The men on Samuel’s right became engulfed in flames and flailed around in the mud as Goodfellow sent out a jet of magic which turned to billowing fire amongst them. Samuel followed suit, focussing his attention on the Gartens straight ahead of them, and he set his gathered magic to work. With the barest of thoughts, raw power exploded from within him and tore a mass of men into little more than chunks of flesh and a spray of scarlet mist. His magic contorted atop the battlefield, churning up furrows of earth and tossing bodies in all directions. Such was the ferocity of the ring, that he barely had need to form any particular spell. The sheer intensity of the magic itself was enough to kill.

‘Samuel!’ Eric called beside him, recoiling at the carnage. ‘Calm yourself! This is just the beginning.’

He was trying his best to limit the flowof power, but it took all his effort to keep the torrent from breaking its banks and overcoming him. If that happened, and all the power of the ring tore through him at once, it would almost certainly be the end for him. The Argum Stone was a difficult beast to master.

The rest of the Garten army had now sprung into motion andtheycame leaping over the bodies of their fallen,surroundingupon the magicians in a semi-circle. Despite the number of dead already, barely a fraction of their total had beendiminishedso far.

Again the magicians lashed out with streams of power that cut chunks from the Garten ranks, but more men filled their places and more menstillclambered over the broken corpses of their comrades to get at the Empire’s magicians. Explosions began to pock the dark masses of furred men as Eric began desperately slinging knots of furious magic into them. Goodfellow was now spraying the Gartens with sparks that leapt between them and burrowed through their flesh, burning and scalding the invaders sothatthey screamed and impeded their fellows with their fitting.

Samuel continuedto assailtheNorth-men with short,measured bursts of power from the ring, felling twenty men with eachcarefully aimedrelease. Each time he reached for its magic,hefelt as ifhewas thrusting his arms into boiling water, for it seemed the more he used its power,the more it punished him. Such pain was too much to endure for very long and he looked at the endless tide of warriors before him with dread. He considered opening himself entirely and unleashing a single,unbridled burst of the Argum Stone’s fury, but the consequences were entirely unpredictable. He longed to have the battle finished, but he pushed the thought away and kept on at his task with stubborn perseverance.

‘I think we’ve gotten ourselves into a spot of trouble,’ Goodfellow stated, calling out above the throng. He was already dripping with sweat and wiping it from his eyes with his mud-splattered sleeves at every opportunity.

‘Keep going as long as you can,’ Eric responded, ‘but save your last reserves so we can make our escape. I don’t think we’re going to make much of a dent in their numbers. It looks like their whole army has arrived.’

Goodfellow swallowed nervously, for the Garten host had already enfolded them and,whilst the nearest of men were attacking them, the vast majority of the Gartens were simply running by and ignoring them, set on taking the town.

‘We have to stop them!’ Eric called out.

‘We’ve bloodywell got our hands full as it is!’ Goodfellow called back.

Samuel would have joined the dialogue, but his jaw was locked shut with pain. He could smell an acrid vapour as the hair on his arms began to smoulder, but he put it from his mind and let loose another scathing beam of power that cut a row ofNorth-men in two at the waists. He had not expected the spell to be so violent, and it was a tragic waste of power, but such was the unpredictable nature of the Argum Stone’s magic.

A wailing horn sounded from amongst the horde and the clot ofNorth-men around the trio gave up their efforts and instead pulled back to form a solid wall. They held onto their axes and weapons and snarled impatiently, barking to each other in the rough Garten tongue.

‘What’s this?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘Magicians,’ Samuel responded, for the pause had allowed him to squeeze the ring from his finger and gather his breath. With his head clearing, he could see the telltale glow of magicians making their way forward through the pack.

‘Where are they, Samuel?’ Goodfellow asked, for neither he nor the other Eric possessed Samuel’s uncanny ability to see magic itself.

A moment later and the question did not need answering, for five costumed magicians stepped into view, bearing necklaces of bones,demonic features painted upon their faces..

Samuel could see that his friends were equally bewildered, for they had never seen magicians dressed so savagely. Yet, as he did recall, the far north was an enormous and varied land, with many simple and isolated clusters that still held to their old traditions. These were undoubtedly tribal shamans from the frozen steppes in the north of the world.

The Garten magicians chattered to each otherinhushed but hurried tongues and then at once began their work.

‘They’re forming a Manyspell,’ Samuel said, examining the conjoining shape of the Garten magic. ‘Be ready.’ For several weaker magicians could match the power of a greater one by conjoining their spells. Samuel only hoped the others could protect him, for he was not ready to face the power of his ring just yet. He needed more time to let the pain in his bones subside.

Thankfully, before the Garten spell could finish, Eric had set a spell of his own upon them. One shaman fell screaming and clutching his throat as blood spouted from his mouth, but the other four dived back into the cover of their countrymen before they could be harmed. It would be difficult for them to cast their spells while being jostled and bumped in the crowd so,for the time being, Samuel and his friends could claim victory over them.

‘Shields!’ Goodfellow called just in time, as a volley of arrows came hurtling out upon them. Such things were easily turned aside, but the Garten archers had fired from down low, between the legs of the warriors in front of them, hoping to catch the Turian magicians off guard.

‘Cunning buggers!’ Eric called out.

‘Watch out!’ Goodfellow again cried, as an earthenware bottle crashed beside them, spilling a bubbling and steaming liquid across the blood-drenched soil.

‘Keep away from it,’ Samuel said, but Eric went one better and sent the liquid flying back amongst the Gartens with a flick of his wrist that carried a Moving spell. The horrid juice began burning through the men’s skin and they hollered and wailed and rolled in the dirt in a vain attempt to get the stuff off.

More arrows came whistling in from another direction,and Samuel and his friends found themselves back to back, holding theirBarrier spells at full strength.

‘If they charge in now, we’re done for,’ Goodfellow stated.

‘They can’t charge in and shoot,’ Eric declared. ‘At least, I hope not.’

‘You two hold off their arrows. I’ll take care of anyone who steps in too close,’ Samuel offered, jamming his hand into his pocket, but then he noticed that something had changed in the atmosphere of the battle. The countless Gartens that had passed by them had now reversed their course and were retreating, back from where they had come down the valley. The furred and beardedNorth-men who surrounded the trio looked unsure and,as moments passed, their fortitude broke completely and they joined the others, running as if for their lives, retreating in full panic.

A boom then shook the earth and Samuel was almost shaken from his feet. Just then he felt it: a presence of intense magic that he had failed to notice approaching in the confusion of the battle; six magicians of awesome power.

‘The Lions,’ Samuel said and they each turned to the south to view the magicians’ approach.

In Samuel’s vision, six globes of power were spread atop the rise, and they began throwing out spells that decimated the Garten forces. The potent men were recognisable from their energies alone and Samuel knew them each by name: Grand Masters Jurien, Orien, Tudor, Gallivan, Anthem and Du. They were the Lions, legendary symbols of the Order and the Empire. They had felled entire armies between them and no other men were so feared in the world. TheNorth-men screamed out their woes as they fled in terror, leaving Samuel and his friends standing idly amongst their thinning ranks.

‘Well,’ Eric began, ‘that was certainly good timing. It looks like we’re saved.’

Perhaps he spoke too soon, for a savage yell gave the briefest warning and a Garten came stumbling towards them, swinging his axe wildly and snarling with rage. He was nearlyontop of them before a tangle of haphazardly gathered magic snapped out from Goodfellow and tossed the man away like a broken straw doll.

‘I don’t think we should stay here,’ Goodfellow advised. ‘There’s a long way between us and safety and we don’t know how long this retreat will last.’

‘Then let’s head back,’ Samuel suggested. ‘I’m not sure about you two, but I’m quite out of practice. I don’t think I have much magic left in me.’ His hands were still trembling from the exertion, despite his efforts to keep them still.

‘I agree,’ Goodfellow saidwarily, still watching the fleeing Gartens.

‘Pfft!’ Eric said in response. ‘I was just getting warmed up. Perhaps we should chase after them?’ To which Goodfellow only raised a questioning brow.

It was true that Eric still looked fresh and ready for more. His boyish pranks and youthful air had beenfadingday by day as his magic matured, but he had become a magician to rival the very best. He had spent the last few years honing his craft, while Samuel had sat stagnant-bitter and fuming at his friends’ advances.

‘Then you stay here and warm up by yourself,’ Samuel responded. ‘We’re off.’

With that, the three of them began beelining their way back towards the hill crest, towards the safety of the Lions. They had to swerve here and there to avoid the occasional enraged Garten, but mostly theNorth-men were more intent on escaping and fled from their path, lest they attract the wrath of the Lions watching on from above. Still, the odd warrior would come running for them with his axe held high, and either Eric would pick them off without too much fuss. The three magicians only paused to scoop up their abandoned robes from the mud and they then continued at a slower pace, far from the receding waves ofNorth-men.

A shadow flickered over them and each of the three gawked up to see one of the Lions sailing overhead, halfway through a great magical leap that had him bounding almost across the valley, where he disappeared into the sea of fleeing figures with a splash of bodies going up around him.

‘What a spell!’ Goodfellow gasped with amazement. ‘I thought I’d seen everything.’

‘I think they have a lot to teach us yet,’ Eric added.

They were still eyeing the scene when Grand Master Anthem’s voice came booming down towards them from the rise. ‘Get up here, you damned young fools!’

They began scrambling up the slope to where the old magician, who had guided them for so long at the School of Magic, was waiting impatiently. ‘No matter where we send you, you three somehow manage to find no end of trouble! Can’t you keep yourselves out of mischief?’

As they stood beside the Grand Master, they could see over the crest towards their campsite and the town of Rampeny. Where there had been nothing before but ruined farmland and Captain Adell’s thinning campsite, there was now a mass of men, assembled and perfectly arranged into squads and divisions, packed tightly so there was no sign of bare earth between them. Captains were barking orders as the soldiers readied themselves for battle. Their armour was fresh and untainted by combat, gleaming in the sun. Blue and gold banners flapped in the breeze. To one side, a hundred warhorses began away, thundering up and over the crest, rallying to run down the fleeingNorth-men.

‘How did you get here so quickly, Grand Master?’ Goodfellow asked of the old magician. ‘We thought you would be much longer yet.’

The old man looked out from beneath his wispy,grey brows and scratched angrily at his long beard as if bees were at his chin. No one knew his true age, but it was enough to say that he had already outlived most others in the Empire. He bore his age well,standing straight and tall. His mind was still as sharp as a tack and his temper was as quick as a nest of wasps, which perhaps explained why he was so feared by his foes andsorespected by his allies. Of all the Lions, old Anthem was the mightiest and,when he spoke, it was with the voice of a man barely beyond middle age, deep and strong and filled with vigour. ‘We split General Canard’s forces from General Warren’s to make it here as quickly as we could. We had to leave behind most of our cavalry and cut across the woods, so I hope it was worth it. I understand you three were rushing out to dig your own graves just as we reached the highway. I was quite looking forward to a good rest and a cup of tea, so you can consider yourselves quite fortunate that we reconsidered and decided to come and save your troublesome skins. It was not a unanimous decision, mind you. I would much rather have had my tea!’

Eric gave the old man his best cheeky smile. ‘You had to come and spoil our fun. We would have been done with the Gartens in another minute or two.’

The old man guffawed. ‘Nearly done for, is more like it, from what I saw. We were already making bets on which of you would be runthrough first. Now,why don’t you three take note of how things are done properly? For goodness sake; you gave up perfectly good highground and marched down amongst the enemy and let them surround you-a tactical sin of the worst degree! A blind oaf with a bucket on his head would not have stumbled into so great a calamity.’

The three red-faced magicians returned their attention to the valley, where the warhorses were cutting down the furredNorth-men by the droves. Their wedged formations thundered through the Gartens, before swinging around in great arcs to come back at them from the opposite direction. The Lions, meanwhile, had spread themselves further around the valley and were picking off any individuals who attempted to scramble up the difficult slopes, with spells that shot out like flashing arrows.

Not far from them, General Canard directed the battle, his captains and his trumpeters at his side. Master Crisp hovered there nervously, standing on his tiptoes to get a look over their shoulders at the maps in their hands.

A flash of magic drew Samuel’s attention as a distant figure came leaping across the valley and landed crouching beside them. It was Grand Master Gallivan and he wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood straight, letting the Leaping spell dissolve away from around him.

‘It’s not over yet, Janus,’ he said, setting his marvellous black moustache to wobble. ‘They’ve more men coming in from behind. Many more. They sent the wild men in first, but Otgart’s finest are waiting behind for their turn-heavy footmen. They’ll come at us next. We’re lucky we arrived when we did.’

‘Then we’ll withdraw the horses once they’re done and ready the defence,’ Anthem responded. ‘General!’ he called and strode over to give his advice. When he was finished, looking contented that his suggestion had been accepted, he strolled back, placing his palm above his eyes and peering to the distance.

‘Do you think they’ll attack again?’ Samuel asked.

‘They’ve no other way,’ Anthem replied, eyeing the valley slopes. ‘These hills are steep and treacherous in all directions, covered in rifts and crevices. Unless they want to spend a week crossing them, they need to come through here. It’s just a matter of how soon.’

Distant horns blew from the Gartens, sounding thin and faded, but it was enough to make the horsemen in the valley turn from their task and begin galloping their mounts back up the rise.

Anthem peered towards the distance. ‘It looks like they are coming already. They are impatient to meet their deaths.’

At the same time, General Canard’s commanders started barking orders and one of his signalmen drew a thin,patterned flag from its cover and began waving it high overhead. In immediate response, the Imperial forces readied. Hundreds of squads, each of a hundred men, raised their shields anddrewtheir swords. Rows of lancers and axeman and pikemen readied. Packs of archers and javelin throwers checked over their weapons one last time. Behind that, more and more men awaited, packed together, promising violence.

If the Gartens knew what lay waiting beyond the rise, they would perhaps have given up their assault and fled, for the sight of the Turian army, primed to be unleashed, was truly breathtaking.

Far behind, the town of Rampeny waited quietly while its fate was decided. Tiny figures could still be seen fleeing at its edges and,hopefully,most of the inhabitants would soon be away, but Samuel knew the old and the infirm were often left to fend for themselves in times like these, barricaded away inside their homes.

‘We shall meet them here,’ Anthem explained, never taking his eyes from theirfoes in thedistance. ‘This rise will be the deciding point of the battle.’

‘Will we win, Grand Master?’ Goodfellow asked nervously and,with that,the old man actually smiled.

‘Of course, young Master Goodfellow,’ he assured. ‘But,unfortunately, this is the kind of battle that could drag on for some time if they stand their ground. It makes little sense for us to waste our resources trying to drive them away, so we have nothing to lose by waiting it out. We are near to fresh provisions, while they have vast supply chains to maintain. Feeding their army will cost them dearly and I doubt they will be able to sustain their men here for too long. When that army begins getting hungry, dissent will begin running through its ranks. When we are reinforced with General Warren’s remaining forces, our position will be even more secure. Once they break their position and start their retreat,we can harry them all the way back to Garteny. Shame on them for not obtaining better intelligence! If they had known how defenceless the town was up until now, I am sure they would have hurried their plans and everything would have worked out differently. I understand it was your illusions that may have kept them at bay-luckily for us all.’

‘But why even bring the army to battle?’ Eric asked. ‘With you and the other Lions here surely we have won already?’

‘I wish it were so, Master Pot, but we can only do so much. The wild men of the north are easily routed once their might has been challenged, but the core of the Garten army is more disciplined and will fight on valiantly. They are experienced in fightingagainstmagicians and will,nodoubt,have brought many of their own. No, the Lions are certainly a boon for this battle, but the armies will decide its outcome. We will bide our time before we assist. If we wear ourselves out at the start, we could not counter their magic, should any be brought into play. Nevertheless, if our estimates of their numbers are correct, we will have the decisive victory, even without General Warren’s aid. Remember, too, that the war will go on long after this battle. We must keep our losses to a bare minimum so we can continue on to the Marrow River, where we hope to push the Gartens back even further. This seems to be rather a turning point in the war…at last.’

‘What can we do, Grand Master?’ Samuel asked, hoping to prove useful.

‘Sit tight, next to me. The Council’s command is to keep you from harm’s way and that order still stands. Just keep your eyes and your ears open. If I tell any of you to do something, you had better do it quickly and without question. You may not be boys any longer, but I can still clip your ears hard enough to teach you a lesson, should the need arise.’

A steady drumbeat sounded from the north, echoing along the valley and,in the distance,another great wall of invaders loomed. Old Grand Master Anthem looked towards them from beneath his forlorn brows and he considered the sight with a heavy heart.

‘How can it be that it has come to this again,’ the old magician said softly, ‘that I must once again face my own countrymen? Garten against Garten. I had promised old Grand Master Vim so much more than this. How our plans have fallen into disarray!’

‘Not by choice, Janus,’ Grand Master Gallivan consoled him. ‘None of us would be here, given the choice. This time, it was Otgart’s decision to bring the war to us. We did all we could to prevent this.’

Anthem sighed. ‘I’m sure he thinks he is doing the right thing. After all this time, given a chance to defeat the Empire, I can understand his decision to take the bull by the horns. If only his patience had lasted just a few yearslonger. We only needed a little more time to tame the ruinous Empire. Perhaps our promises did little to make good for the past sins of the Emperor?’

‘We can only do what we can,’ Gallivan responded.

It took a painfully long time for the next wave ofNorth-men to approach, for they marched abreast and without hurry, chanting and singing to the rhythm of their drums, until they stopped short some thousand paces away. Just as Anthem has said, these men had little in common with the wild brutes that had been sent in first. They stood proudly, donned in mail and leather armour and holding their swords and shields at the ready, awaiting their commands with patience. They looked almost a match for the Turian men.

‘Why have they stopped?’ Goodfellow asked in a whisper.

‘They are waitingbeyondour missile range,’ Anthem explained. ‘They will ready bowmen of their own, but we have the high-ground advantage and thus further range.’

‘Who will act first?’ Samuel asked, but Anthem did not answer. His mouth was hanging open in expectation and he was gazing along the rise to where his fellow Lions stood waiting, sentinels of the battle.

General Canard’s flagman shook a blue banner high and from behind came an incredible clatter as every Turian bowman unleashed his weapon in unison. The air hummed vibrantly, ominously darkened by the cloud of arrows that soared up and overhead. The arrows arched through the air, sailing high before raining down upon the battleground with a calamitous series of thuds and clacks,but little else. The Gartens had measured their ground well and most of the arrows fell short, sticking into the mud harmlessly or punching into the bodies that already lay there, turning them into feathered porcupines. Only a few arrows managed to make the extra distance and they clanged without effect upon the raised Garten shields. Once the air was clear, theNorth-men lowered their shields again and began clattering their swords upon them in celebration. The sound of their beating and whooping echoed between the hills.

‘They seek to lure us down,’ Anthem said, ‘but time is on our side. Let’s give them a few hours to settle down and then we will see about sending you three home.’

Anthem had barely finished speaking when a great commotion began amongst the Garten army. Horns sounded at their rear and the host jostled nervously whilst many heads looked around in confusion. Then, all at once, as if reluctantly accepting the command, the whole valley began to seethe forward towards the waiting Turians. Against all belief, the Gartens charged as one.

‘By the gods! What’s this?’ Anthem hissed.

General Canard began urgently shouting commands and his captains rushed away as his banner-men and trumpeters contended to keep up with his orders. A second volley of arrows was unleashed and it felledGartens by the hundred. Regardless, the men continued their charge and the Turians waiting along the risemadetheir spears and swordsbattle readyto meet them.

‘This is madness!’ Anthem swore. ‘What can they hope to achieve? This is not warfare; it is suicide. Who is commanding those troops?’

Archers continued to shower theNorth-men with arrows, but the foremost waves of men were already halfway across the gap, screaming defiantly with one deafening voice as they came. Imperial soldiers jostled into place, firming up the lines to meet the oncoming assault.

Goodfellow shuffled nervously. ‘What are they doing, Grand Master? Is this usual?’

‘Not at all. This foolishness cannot hope to break through and it will cost them dearly. I can only think they have some alternative strategy if they can afford to waste good men like this. It will rattle their morale to know they are being sent to slaughter and the battle will go downhill for them after this. What can they be thinking?’

The Garten army met the bottom of the rise and continued up it without a pause. They charged up the slope with a tumultuous war cry and threw themselves into the waiting barrier of swords and spears and shields with an earth-shattering clamour. All along the battlefront,men hacked and slashed at each other madly,and blood rained forth and sprayed high, spilling down the hill in scarlet rivers.

‘The Garten signals are very strange,’ Gallivan noted. ‘Their horns call for urgent attack and nothing else-attack, attack, attack. It’s puzzling, to say the least. This is not a tactic-it is suicide. They are desperate, but I cannot see the cause.’

A bearded scout came running towards General Canard and Anthem led them over to hear the news. The scout was breathless as he ran to the bulky general’s side. ‘An army approaches from the south!’

‘General Warren’s men,’ Canard responded. ‘They have made good time.’ He seemed calmed by the news, and the panic of the sudden Garten charge seemed to empty from him with a great breath of relief,relief, however, that was short-lived.

‘I’m sorry, General. It is not General Warren. They have begun to assault the town. It is a large force.’

‘What!’ General Canard boomed and spun around, turning his back on the battleground below them. Smoke was already rising from the direction of Rampeny.

‘It’s an ambush!’ Master Crisp hissed and began looking about feverishly. ‘A trap!’ But Anthem gave the panicking man a scalding look that shut him up quickly.

‘How did they get so near before you spotted them?’ the General asked of the scout, looking furious.

‘They were dressed in Turian armour, Sir. They were almost upon us before we discovered them. If they hadn’t mistaken our signals we wouldn’t have known at all.’

The blood drained from the gruff man’s face as he realised their predicament. He turned to old Anthem, looking pale and weak. ‘My good Grand Master Anthem, it seems as if we have been strategically overwhelmed. The Gartens have us trapped. By the gods, how did they sneak such a force behind us? We are lost.’

‘Don’t speak such foolishness, General!’ Anthem told him. ‘Rally your men. We must save the town.’

Gallivan was also quick to scold. ‘Get a hold of yourself, man! You are a Turian! Ready the defence!’

The general seemed to recover some of his wits at hearing this. ‘Yes. Of course. You are right. We must fight on!’ And he again began shouting once more to his captains and commanders.

‘What about General Warren’s men?’ Samuel asked of the old magician beside him. ‘We could signal them to hurry to our aid.’

The old magician shook his head sourly. ‘We must assume from this new development that General Warren may have troubles of his own. How did they get behind us? I cannot fathom what has happened. Still, a signal should be sent.’

Signals began blurting out from General Canard’s trumpeters and his banner-men began waving a fresh set of colours. With surprising self-control and precision, the majority of the massive Imperial host that filled the paddocks began circling their formations, revolving in place to face the town. A small remainder was left to guard the rise, but it was barely a few thousand men, hardly a fraction of their total.

Armed figures were just coming into view around Rampeny, spilling out from the streets and from around the corners. The Turian defendersmovedforth to meet them, rushing to fill the gap before the ground was lost, scuttling along in their squads and formations, leaving in clumps,like waves of ships fleeing a harbour.

‘We will stay here,’ Grand Master Anthem told them. ‘We will need to hold this rise as best we can to protect General Canard’s back for as long as we can, at least. He will need to break through this second force and make our escape before wearebe pinned in completely. This second group will be the lesser of the two forces.’

‘How do you know that?’ Eric asked.

‘Sneaking a small number of men behind us would have been difficult. Sending a large number is inconceivable. The townsfolk or local guardsmen would surely have noticed such unusual movements-unless of course, this new force has been gathering in the hills all this time…’andhe trailed off, exploring the train of thought in his mind.

‘Could General Warren also be under attack?’ Goodfellow asked moments later, breaking old Anthem from his worrisome thoughts.

‘Only the gods know. And how the Gartens could have mobilised so many men in such a short space of time is beyond me. We thought every Garten that could hold a sword was being tracked by the Turian spy network. Somehow, they have fooled us altogether and in a manner beyond belief.’

Captain Adell staggered over from beside the general, looking pale with woe. ‘Our certain victory has turned into a catastrophe. We’re stuck between these two forces and pinned between the hills. They will already have taken out our supplies and support. Our only hope is to flee and save as many as we can.’

‘Can we make it into the hills?’ Eric asked.

‘You magicians might,’ Adell returned, ‘but the Gartens would pinour menwith arrows as we climbed.’

Samuel turned from the discussion just as the Gartens below them surged forward in another savage wave, acting as a thundering tide, throwing themselves up the shattered rise and colliding with the defenders with a resounding roar. It was then that panic truly struck as simultaneously cries of ‘missiles!’came from all around.

‘Defend!’ Anthem called, pointing to the peppered skies-and countless shrieking shards of death came falling down upon them.

Samuel flinched, but the arrows above were turned aside as Anthem flung up a wall of spells. Imperial shield-bearers stepped into place and raised their heavy barriersto protectas many men as they could, butcountlesswere caught unprepared, or were too busy defending themselves from the Garten footmen, andtheyfellto the groundscreaming with shafts protruding from their flesh. The Gartens suffered many casualties also, but took the opportunity to clamber over the wounded. Several breaches formed in the Turian line. The defenders looked desperate and hacked about furiously with their blood-soaked swords.

‘Nowhold!’ Grand Master Anthem roared out,his voiceresounding across the field. In response,the Turians rallied, pushing back against their foe and retaking their ground with incredible resolve.

Samuel could not believe the gore and bloodshed around him. He had seen violence before, but never on such a horrific scale. People were hacking each other to pieces like maniacal butchers. It was like a scene from hell. He had suffered from many terrible nightmares in his past, but this was much worse, and thehorrorof itovercame him with its stench and voracity. He felt some bitter juices rise in his mouth and was forced to turn his gaze straight down to his feet.

A mighty grip seized his shoulder. ‘Have strength, young Lord Samuel,’ Adell said, and it seemed the captain had not given up entirely. ‘These are early days yet. We are Turians and we will not give up until the day is won.’

Booms and crackles of magic sounded from behind and the party turned towards the town.

‘Their magicians have come into play,’ Goodfellow noted. The fields before the town were clotted with men and thissecond battle raged on to the south.

Eric Pot, beside him, shook his fist with frustration. ‘And what about us? Why are we standing here idly? We should be doing something!’

‘Patience, Master Pot,’ Gallivan told him. ‘We need to tread carefully while the day is young. Many have died, but this is just the beginning. The Lions have not yet begun to roar and,when they do, the men will be sorted from the boys and all shall shudder in their breeches. Despite our situation, timing is still crucial.’

‘They are ignoring the town,’ Captain Adell noted, pointing back towards the south, where tides of men were pouringfromaround the buildings to join the battle.

Anthem nodded solemnly. ‘Yes. Their priority is to wedge us in. They know they can plunder the town later,at their leisure, should they be victorious.’

‘What’s that?’ Goodfellow alerted, pointing, for the plumes of smoke rising from amongst the distant buildings had grown thick and billowed towards the magicians like an unfolding shroud.

‘They seek to obscure the battlefield,’ Gallivan noted, ‘but it will be to their disadvantage as well as ours…unless they plan to surprise us with something. We should keep ready.’

‘A useful tactic against magicians,’ Anthem muttered.

‘Is there a spell behind it?’ Goodfellow asked the old Grand Master. ‘It’s curious how it courses straight towards us.’

Anthem only shook his head. ‘No. I can’t sense any magic,’ to which Samuel agreed, for he would have seen any magic at this distance as clearly as if fireworks had been released. ‘I suspect it is a concocted formula, designed to make such an obscuration. It is unfortunate that the wind is precisely against us.’

The thick cloud rolled over the buildings and fell across the battlefield to the south. The men continued fighting, but everything vanished from view as soon as the cloud reached it, devouring them all into its billowing depths. The battle raged on in all directions, while the magicians stood tight and observed with all possible calm.

‘I feel the time is right, Janus,’ Gallivan told the other Grand Master after a short spell.

The wiry,old man nodded and his wispy eyebrows bobbed in time. ‘Indeed. I am not sure what the Gartens plan, but I agree. Let us strike now before they can close this noose any further, or unloose any further surprises.’

Gallivan raised his fingers to his lips and made a shrill whistle. At that very instant, cataclysmic spells erupted from the other Grand Masters, each waiting on the wings. From their points along the hilltop, explosive magic shot out and decimated the Garten horde in bulk, leaving Samuel and the Erics shielding their eyes from the rain of debris that pelted down all around. Dust filled the air, setting them to choke,and it only served to further obscure the air.

Their spells continued unabated, and the three magicians remained huddled next to Anthem and Gallivan, overwhelmed by the bedlam all around.

‘Stay close to me,’ Anthem reminded them, raising his voice above the din.

The cloud to the south had now almost reached them and many of Canard’s men were fleeing before it in a panic. Behind them, the second army marched inwards, working to bottle them in. No one could see them coming, but Samuel could sense their presence easily through the shroud.

Just then, a shudder in the pattern had all the magicians looking to the east along the hilltop, where the weaves of Grand Master Orien abruptly ceased.

‘Gods!’ Anthem swore.

Gallivan, beside him, looked beyond belief.

‘What is it?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘Grand Master Orien is dead,’ Samuel replied.

‘How?’ Eric asked, keeping his head down, but Samuel only shook his head in response. He did not know.

‘I will go,’ Gallivan said and almost simultaneously he bound up in to the air, propelled by his Leaping spell in the manner of a huge flea. As he sailed through the air to where Orien had fallen, a dark sliver spiralled up from the ground to meet him. It found him in the air and snapped tight, like a length of rope, and all Samuel could see through the dust and haze was Gallivan falling to earth like a rock, trailing tatters of ruined magic.

‘Assassins!’ Anthem hissed. ‘The Lions be warned!’

‘What is it, Grand Master?’ Samuel asked, but the old man looked ill with dread.

At that moment, the battle fell upon them as the Gartens breached their defences and spilled up over the hill. Samuel was bowled to the ground with the Erics atop him. A defiant roar from Anthem cleared the area of Gartens, but it took time for the three younger magicians to regain their feet. When they did, there was no sign of Captain Adell at all.

The line on the hill had completely broken and men were now fighting all over in disorganised clumps. There was no sign of General Canard to the south, but it was clear his forces had retreated, so now the Turians were fighting back to back, with Gartens on either side of them.

Grand Masters Jurien and Tudor then came hobbling out of the fray towards them. Jurien’s robes were torn and singed and he looked full of alarm.

‘We must make a channel,’ he gasped, bent over with age and lacking his stick to aid him. ‘We need to save as many of these men as we can.’

A Turian soldier had found the old man’s staff and came hurrying with it to his side. The withered old magician had just started to reach for his trusty aid, when the soldier thrust his hand up into Jurien’s neck, stabbing him ferociously with a hidden blade.

Samuel nearly leapt out of his skin in fright, but Anthem acted instantly, killing the assassin before he could flee.

‘A spy,’ Tudor said, sounding every bit as old as he looked. He shook his head forlornly at the corpse of old Jurien. Bending down, he plucked up the abandoned walking staff and rolled it over in his leathered hands. ‘Curse this day-and it is just beginning.’

Gallivan came looming out of the haze from the opposite direction. He also looked haggard, but at least he had somehow escaped the trap meant for him. ‘We are the last three,’ he declared with woe. ‘The other Lions are dead-already overcome.’

Anthem nodded solemnly. ‘This battle is lost,’ he told them. ‘We are pinned between two much greater armies and it is evident they came prepared to kill us Lions in particular. It seems we have been proven the fools. We have underestimated the Gartens greatly. Levin, you must get these three to safety,’ and Grand Master Tudor nodded. ‘I will stay and wreak death and ruination upon these men, and give them reason to regret they found us. They may have won the battle, but few of them will live to tell of it.’

Gallivan stepped up to the old Grand Master proudly. ‘And I will join you, Janus.’

‘Let us stay,’ Samuel implored them. ‘We can stand together.’

But Anthem only scolded him. ‘Don’t be a young fool, Samuel. We’re not staying just to throw our lives away. We can do far more here without you three to worry about, and of most importance is keeping you out of harm’s way. We Lions are old and have far outlasted our golden years. You three are the future of the Order, but you will not live to see your potential if you do not live out this day.’

Gallivan then spoke up and he was even more dramatic. Even at such a dangerous moment, it seemed the regal Lions could not abandon their grandiloquent habits. ‘The Lions have had their moment in the sun, and today will forever mark a place in history! Whether we win or lose, our foe will remember this hour, and it will strike fear into their hearts forever more!’

Shouts of panic drew their attention, just in time, to some great shape leaping upon them. A reptilian face and a long,scaly body flashed past, crashing into Grand Master Gallivan and dragging him away with it down the hill.

Even Grand Master Anthem was bewildered and surprised, looking utterly lost for words. Gallivan and the creature had already disappeared into the smoke and so there was nothing anyone could do. ‘We need a clear view of this situation,’ he finally stated. ‘I don’t recall the Gartens ever having such beasts as this. Something is amiss.’

While the old man pondered further, Samuel saw the opportunity to be of use. He slipped the Argum Stone onto his finger and summoned its strength. A surge of adrenalin made his heart leap and at once he began throwing out the weaves and spells that would move the air and clear this smoke. At first, it felt as though all was going well, but the magic of the ring would not be quelled when he wished it. As he began to worry, more and more magic forced its way out and into his spells. Too much power overwhelmed him and then the magic went wild. He struggled desperately to regain some control, knowing the others were watching him, but it was already too late. A spell of enormous proportions had been released,a spell of Moving of sorts, and it gripped the air above them and shunted it away with a single,colossal heave that made the hills around the valley shiver as if stricken with fear.

The wind that hit them felt like a wall of stone and it struck with a sudden terrible violence, tearing every man on the crest from his feet and tossing them away like dried leaves, leaving only the magicians holdingfastto the ground for grim fear of death. Those on lower ground dropped to their bellies lest they share the same fate, and they were saved from the full force of the gale. The roaring noise was deafening and it blinded them and pulled at their clothes and skin as if to strip them bare. Sand and specks bit their faces and filled their lungs.

‘That’s enough, Samuel!’ Anthem screamed into his ear, digging his fingers into the earth to hold on, but Samuel still could not control his spell.

He could feel the power of the ring burning its way inside him, creeping its way down his arm and towards his core. Only the hardened discipline of all his years in the School of Magic enabled him to focus his mind and he began separating himself from the Argum Stone piece by piece, closing off its power as well as he could. He had nearly met with success, when a nearby surge of magic caught his attention. A Great Spell had formed somewhere close by, for it was the only kind of magic powerful enough to distract him at this point. He felt it coalesce and gather unto the point of realisation and then, in a single gulp, it was gone.

Despite the distraction, he had no time to ponder the cause and Samuel fought back against the oppressive power of the Argum Stone. As quickly as it had come upon him, the onslaught of magic ended and he pulled the ring from his scalded finger and threw it back into his pocket before anyone could gain their wits.

With the spell ended, the wind died away almost at once. As Samuel shook himself off and stood, he saw that the smoke and dust and haze of the battleground had cleared; blown away with the wind. Grand Masters Anthem and Tudor were still beside him. Goodfellow was lying dazed some scant yards away, but Eric Pot was nowhere to be seen.

The silence was eerie, for perhaps half a million men all around-a sea of humans as far as the eye could perceive-had dropped to their stomachs for cover. Slowly, they raised their heads as they realised the hell-storm had passed and those that scrambled to their feet and readied their weapons the quickest had the first chance to strike those beside them. The quiet rose back to a roar and in the space of three heartbeats the battle had returned to full intensity. By now,there was barely half of the Turian colours left, huddled together in abuncharound the magicians and along the rise. Somehow, despite the Turian losses and the fact they faced overwhelming numbers, the battle continued in all directions.

The gore-covered form of General Canard appeared nearby, emerging from a mound of shields and bodies, and he staggered towards them. His armour was gone, somehow stripped away, and he had been fighting bare-chested and wounded, true to stubborn Turian form.

‘Come to me, Turians!’ he rallied and dozens of his men hurried to defend him.

‘Curious,’ Anthem stated, ignoring the general’s call altogether. ‘The Garten forces from the north and the south have reached each other and seem to be battling one another.’

‘What can it mean?’ said Tudor, stepping up beside him to see, still holding onto Grand Master Jurien’s staff.

Anthem shook his head and scratched at his wispy old beard. ‘I have no idea, but it still does not help us. We are still stuck in the middle of this mess. He then turned back to Tudor. ‘Take these two-up into the hills. I will give you as much time as I can.’

‘What about Eric?’ Goodfellow asked with alarm, looking around them. ‘Where is he?’

‘If I find him, I will take care of him,’ Anthem replied, ‘but,for now,we can only hope he is still alive. You have your own skins to save.’

‘Follow me as closely as you can,’ Grand Master Tudor told the two of them, and he cast the walking staff of Grand Master Jurien back to the earth besidethebodyof his friend. ‘Hurry!’ And with that he was away, speeding on remarkably spry legs and Samuel and Goodfellow followed.

They had almost made it fair across the battlefield, with old Tudor blasting a path before him, when something made Samuel stop and turn around. Anthem had set himself into a casting stance and had thrown his arms apart, unleashing a flood of magic into the air before him that tore the pattern to shreds. An otherworldly scene was visible for the briefest of moments, a vision of hellfire and horror, until another spell from the old man sealed the rift shut once more and the air was returned to its normal state. Such a spell was truly a wonder to behold.

‘A mighty spell,’ Tudor mentioned, waiting at Samuel’s side, ‘but not at all delicate. He is in too much of a hurry. I hope he can control whatever he has brought.’

Samuel was about to query the comment when the meaning became clear. In thefew, briefmoments that Anthem had bridged worlds, he had brought something through and it was now beginning to materialise. The air shimmered and a hideous behemoth of demonic proportions came into being, covered in billowing fire, crushing a hundred men beneath it as it appeared. The creature roared out with wrath as it beheld its surroundings, and it reached out with its enormous muscled arms and began plucking up the menin its path. The multitude of Gartens around it dropped their weapons and crushed against each other intheirfrantic effortsto be away. A brave few went at it with their swords, but they were the next to disappear into its gnashing maw.

‘How can he hope to control it?’ Goodfellow asked, hurrying along at the sight of the thing.

‘He won’t,’ the old man replied. ‘He had no time for that. I think he only plans to cause as much havoc as possible and,if any of us happensto live,we can deal with the creature then. In any event, such summons only lastswhile the spell that brought it prevails. The creature will return to its world in due course, as nature requires. Anything that is brought between worlds cannot remain long.’

Samuel had time to see the beast throw forty men to their deaths with one sweep of its hand, before the hillside trees obscured his view. Grand Master Tudor did not slow or pause a step and was dragging them up and into the light cover at once.

‘Quickly!’ he hissed at them and they continued on their way.

They were given no time to rest, even when they made the edge of the valley, as the old magician was already starting up the rugged incline, scampering over rocks and logs, up the slippery shale, darting about like a mountain goat. The roar and clatter of the battlefield still sounded strong behind them as they climbed the hill, broken by the occasional bellow from Anthem’s summoned monstrosity.

‘Do you think Eric is still alive?’ Goodfellow asked, struggling up the rise.

‘I hope so,’ Samuel muttered back darkly, ‘so I can wring his neck when we catch up with him.’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘He left us. Didn’t you notice? While everyone else was struggling to hold on during that wind I summoned up, he used his Journey spell to sneak off.’

‘I thought we would have felt such a spell. The Grand Masters didn’t mention it.’

‘I definitely felt something,although in all the excitement I’m not sure exactly what, but it felt suspiciously like Eric used his Great Spell to leave us behind.’

‘But he wouldn’t just do that, would he?’

‘I would have hoped not, but I guess that remains to be seen,’ Samuel replied.

‘Quiet, you fools!’ Tudor hissed back at them. ‘Keep up!’ he ordered, as he darted further up the steep rise.

The going was slow, even for them, as they struggled to keep their footing on the treacherous stones. Samuelscambled, making sure not to let his feet slip into the cracks, and the jagged rocks clattered and wobbled as he clambered across them.

He took a moment to catch his breath, but a shout of surprise from Grand Master Tudor had him looking up in a panic. There was a flash of magic and a body fellatthe old man’s feet.

‘Defend yourselves!’ Tudor cried as other men, all cloaked in grey hoods, came springing out from their hiding places amongst the trees and rocks.

A spell from Goodfellow had several of them dead and Grand Master Tudor had taken care of the rest before Samuel had even managed to steer his hand into his pocket.

‘For goodness sake!’ old Tudor said, on observing him still standing as if rooted to the spot. ‘Open your eyes, Samuel, or you’ll be the death of me!’

‘Who are they?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘Assassins!’ the wizened magician spat with disdain. He kicked the body at his feet, before ducking down to pull the cloth from the dead man’s face. Revealed beneath was a dark-skinned face, tattooed on the cheeks and pierced in the nose and ears. The old man bit his lip with worry at the sight. ‘We need to get over there,’ Tudor told them, nodding towards an outcrop that was bereft of trees. ‘I want to see what’s going on below.’

Several minutes of rocky scrambling led to them climbing out onto the jutting ledge, before they finally reached the tip of the overhanging stone. The valley lay spread out below them, with Rampeny smouldering far to the south and the valley mouth gaping far to the north.

‘That’s our answer,’ Tudor stated, pointing towards the north. ‘Someone else has joined this war. No wonder the Gartens were in such a panic.’

The valleyfloorwas still seething like an ants’ nest, although now there were large patches here and there that were dark and still, clotted with hordes of the fallen. The middle of the valley was filled with Gartens, but their numbers had also fallen considerably to a fraction of their initial size. To the north of them, driving them south along the valley, was a third army. Their colours were mixed-browns and whites and browns and greys-and they moved lightly, as if unarmoured, which was strange for any force on the modern battlefield. At the far south, pushing north from Rampeny were the supposed Gartens that had taken the town, yet it seemed they were not Gartens at all, for they fought side by side with the newcomers and attacked Garten and Turian alike. In the middle, the Turians and the Gartens were being whittled away, set against each other and drowning amongst the superior numbers of this newcomer that had plugged both ends of the valley.

There was no sign of Anthem’s summoned beast, but his magic was still coursing across the valley in rippling arcs. Several long shapes darted, running rampant amongst the men, and Samuel guessed it was more of the strange giantcreatures, although he could see nothing of them clearly from this distance.

‘Who are they?’ Goodfellow asked, but old Tudor just shook his head.

‘I don’t know, but I can guess. These assassins have the look of the desert people of the great waste…but it makes no sense. They are waterless nomads. I don’t know how they could have assembled such a huge force and directed this battle with such accuracy. They waited for us to meet the Gartens and then they struck from both sides to force us together. Somehow, they overcame General Warren’s men and dressed enough of their own in Turian armour to creep close enough to block us in. A perfect and deadly execution of a cunning and expert plan.’

‘I have never heard of them. Perhaps these desert people are not the barbarians you expect?’ Samuel said.

‘Perhaps, but I have been to those lands myself and these are not the same people that I saw. Someone has been training them in the art of war, and to arrange all this so flawlessly, they must have been planning and watching us for some time. They knew everything about us; where we would be and how we would act. They came ready to assassinate each of us Lions and they have very nearly been successful. Our new enemy is sly and brutal.’

‘What do we do now?’ Goodfellow asked. ‘They are still fighting down there…but there looks to be little chance.’

‘There’s nothing we can do,’ Tudor stated. ‘Janus charged me with getting you two back to Cintar and that’s just what I’ll do. As he said, we Lions are done, but you two are the new strength of the Order-young Lions, if you will. I know you are not even true Turians, but Anthem taught us to temper our pride long ago. It seems a simple lesson, but time and time again I must remind myself not to be such a stubborn old mule. Now, we must reach Cintar and warn the Empire of what has transpired.’

‘Why would the desert people do this?’ Goodfellow asked. ‘If they have never been involved in Empire affairs, why would they attack now?’

‘That remains to be seen. The Empire is in turmoil and both the Gartensand ushave been worn down in these last few years. Yes, if I were planning to do something like this, now would be the time to strike.’ Then he turned from the scene below and adjusted his cruddy,black robes. ‘Come. We have far to go and the odds are, there are more ambushes set in these hills. They will want to catch each and every escapee of the battle, so no word of their presence reaches Cintar. They will want to maintain their secrecy for as long as they can.’

Samuel judged that the old magician had used a considerable portion of his magic to climb the hill and his power was beginning to wane. A few more minutes’rest would see the old man recover well. ‘I don’t mean any disrespect-’ Samuel began.

‘Then don’t give any,’ Tudor said, cutting him off. ‘Let’s go. I will cover our movements as best I can.’

With that, a spell bloomed out from the man like an explosion of streamers and glimmering dust, before it settled discreetly into place, forming a wall of shadows around them. Samuel recognised its nature immediately, for it was Grand Master Tudor’s speciality-Concealment. The arrangement of the weaves went straight into Samuel’s uncanny memory and, yet again, he found himself in awe at the beauty of such a masterfully constructed work of magic. The Lions may have had their day, but there was no doubt they had left their mark upon the world.

It took them four days to find their way free from the jagged hills around Rampeny. True,as had been said, the hills were inhospitable, covered in vertical drops and abrupt cliff-faces. Shards of smooth rock jutted out from the ground all over,in places towering above them and forming labyrinthine passages.

They spied dozens of small bands of the dark-skinned desert-men who had entrenched themselves along the narrow mountain paths, just as Grand Master Tudor has foreseen, but luckily, the three of them managed to avoid direct conflict with all but one of these groups. Grand Master Tudor’s concealment spells had kept them virtually invisible to eye and ear every step of the way.

‘We need to reach the coast and signal an Imperial vessel,’ Tudor told them,as they afforded themselves the luxury of a cooked meal-a number of fist-sized quail caught and cooked by magical means. ‘I can’t guess how far west these desert-men havepenetrated, but our chances are better on the sea. They can train their armies as much as they like, but unless they managed to keep an ocean hidden in the desert as well, we will still have the advantage in the water.’

Samuel and Goodfellow both agreed-although it would have done them little good to object-and,while the old man set himself to sleep on a bed of dry leaves, they sat staring at the stars and the moon that peeped down at them between the branches.

‘I really hope Eric made it,’ Goodfellow said, finally breaking the silence. The starlight glinted on his spectacles-a reminder that although magic could accomplish wonders, it still could not solve something as common as near-sightedness.

‘Me, too,’ Samuel responded, ‘but if it turns out he fled and left us to fend for ourselves, I’ll be giving him a piece of my mind. There he goes, refusing to teach us his Journey spell and,when we need his help, he rabbits off and leaves us.’

‘I doubt it was intentional. Although, I still wouldn’t blame him if it were. I’m sure we both would have done the same if we could.’

‘Not if I had to leave anyone behind.’

‘Well, I guess it depends on the situation,’ Goodfellow noted, but Samuel only eyed his sandy-haired friend darkly. After a few moments, broken only by the night-time noises of the woods, Goodfellow spoke again, but he chose to change the subject altogether. ‘Times have certainly changed. I had no idea Grand Master Anthem could summon such beasts. I wonder where such fiends can come from.’

‘Who knows?’ Samuel said, rhetorically.

‘Do you remember when we fought the summoned creature in Hammenton?’

‘How could I forget such a thing, Eric? It was the most terrifying time in my life. Things like that tend not to be easily forgotten.’

‘When the Ti’luk creature first came up out of the well, we tried our magic against it-unsuccessfully. I keep thinking back to the spell you tried against it at the time. You told me you had amplified the spell by folding your power in upon itself.’

‘It seemed logical at the time, although I’ve had little chance to pursue it further. That was a long time ago.’

‘I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot,’ Goodfellow admitted. ‘What do you think if you kept pushing such a spell, pushing it tighter and tighter, with more and more magic? What would eventually happen?’

‘It would be very difficult to get past the point I reached on that day,’ Samuel explained. ‘The physical ability to manage such a spell is not easy. A lot of power is gained,but a lot is also wasted. I think the benefits would be lost in the effort.’

‘That could be overcome quite easily. The efficiency could be increased; the wayward power turned in upon itself. It could lead to spells of great proportion, perhaps something beyond what has ever been accomplished before.’

‘Are you suggesting some new kind of Great Spell?’ Samuel asked, looking to his friend with interest.

‘It’s possible, but I don’t think it would be a spell that could be cast in any useful way. It would be too chaotic-too difficult to knit into any kind of purpose.’

‘Then what would be the good of it? It would be energy, but undirected. It would take too much time to then unravel and be used as something useful-’

‘It would be powerful,’ Goodfellow interrupted, growing more excited. ‘Power upon power, ever inwards. If you could get enough energy down to a small enough point, I feel the pattern would not be able to hold it. The ether is vulnerable to magic in great concentrations, as with Summoning spells. At some point, I’m sure the spell would be forced to change its nature.’

‘Into what?’

‘I don’t know,’ Goodfellow admitted.

‘I think it more likely that such a point could never be reached, or it would just become something too dangerous to complete. This sounds like one of the discussions for old men on cold nights in the School of Magic, Eric.’

‘There are very few of those old men remaining,’ Goodfellow observed.

‘All the more reason for us to hurry back to Cintar.’

With a nod, Goodfellow conceded and laid himself to sleep while Samuel kept watch upon the night. Looking up, he noticed a faint trail just visible amongst the light of the constellations. It was a distant comet, barely discernible amongst the stars. He hoped it would bring them more luck than they had been having of late.

The wind was blowing straight in from the wild and broken sea as Samuel, Goodfellow and Grand Master Tudor came stumbling across the grey, seaweed-strewn beach. Much to their relief, a small fishing boat was lying up on the sand, trailing a shallow groove down to the water where it had been dragged up only recently. There was no sign of the owner, orahouse or homefromwhere it could have come, so they shoved the boat back to the water’s edge and clambered in,their robes dripping and sodden.

They had little knowledge of how to work the tiny sail and instead set their vessel coursing straight out beyond the breakers with a curt spell. Goodfellow took over from old Tudor when the man needed a rest and it was not until each of them had taken several turns that both of them were too tired to continue.

‘Your turn,’ Goodfellow said, scraping the salt and spray from his eyeglasses. ‘I need a rest.’ He sighed and released his spells, collapsing at the back of the boat next to the sleeping old man.

Samuel was left crouching at the tip of the vessel as it lulled atop the lapping waters, rubbing the ring in his fingers nervously and thinking what he would say if he failed to get them moving. Alternatively, there was a good chance that the power of the ancient relic would shatter their craft into a thousand pieces and leave them flailing in the salty sea, and that would also require a tactful explanation. Slipping the ring onto his finger, Samuel tried his best to squeeze out only the tiniest trickle of power for a Moving spell. When he felt a torrent of power about to swell, he withdrew himself altogether before any magic could be released. It must have taken him twenty attempts, but finally he coaxed a tiny squirt of magic from the thing and the boat jerked ahead, beforebecomingbecalmedas the spell expired. Daring to peer back towards the rear of the little boat,Samuel was relieved to see thatold Tudor and Goodfellow were both still splayed out and fast asleep, too exhausted to notice his dismal attempts.

Samuel continued for what seemed like hours, struggling with the ring and sending them ahead in lurching,intermittent spurts.

They had only just reached a shallow cove and passed by a few clumps of lightlytreed islands when Tudor coughed and spluttered and finally awoke. He came staggering to the front of the boat like a dazed drunkard.

‘You take a rest now,’ he said, still coming to full wakefulness, blinking quizzically at his surrounds.

Samuel needed no further encouragement and climbed to his feet, stepping over the planks that acted as seats and setting the boat to rock about. Tudor’s spells fell into place and the vessel jumped forward, sending out curtains of translucent water from its bow and leaving a deep wake behind it, which the ocean rushed in to fill as they left it. Within minutes,they had travelled further than Samuel had managed the entire time.

While the old man kept his eye on their path ahead, Samuel put his elbows onto his knees and cradled his head,pulling up his hood to keep out the light. Struggling with the Argum Stone had left him shivering and drained. It would take some time for him to expel its wearying effects.

They passed the port cities of northern Turia and each one seemed to be intact and free of invaders. Indeed, there was no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Nevertheless, the trio of magicians kept their noses due south and remained set for Cintar. Goodfellow was as keen as mustard to have his turns at the helm and,each time old Tudor sat down for a rest, he was quick to spring his spells into place before Samuel had need to think of any excuses. The passing fishing vessels eyed them with disbelief, for the sight of three bedraggled magicians surging southwards would have been cause for much talk in the sultry port taverns. Heedless of everything, they coursed their way home; three tiny figures on the lip of the sea.

CHAPTER TWO

The Beast and the Darkness

Never in memorable history had so many miserable and disparaged faces filled the venerable Order chambers. The room was filled with the new Lords of the Order,appointed since the affair with Master Ash had destroyed most of the room and many of the old Lords in it. Samuel now knew most of them personally and, for a short time after the episode with Ash, he had enjoyed being a Lord, riding high on the initial wave of excitement after his great deed.

Despite that initial burst of interest, he had not enjoyed his time on the Council, for they spent endless hours deliberating the most trivial of points, seeming to speak much and achieve little. Samuel had requested that someone more experienced take his place, but old Grand Master Anthem would not have it. The calculating old magician wanted Samuel there, watching and listening, ready to voice his concerns if the stubborn Turians on the Council got up to any mischief. While Samuel was in favourwith Anthem,he was an invaluable tool- and Samuel knew he was being used as such-but given he had little choicein the matter,he had longsincegrown indifferent. Anthem always meant well, even if hismethodswere sometimes as devious and convoluted as the Turians themselves.

Gallivan, Tudor and Anthem himself were also present. They were now the last of the fabled Lions of Cintar and,while they did not occupy seats on the Council (and declared they did not want to), their presence alone reflected the grim nature ofCintar’scurrent predicament.

Lomar, the dark-skinned magician from the Kabush marshlands and Samuel’s long-time friend, was seated, also looking far more grim than usual. Lomar had led the Order in those early days after their numbers had been decimated, but now Jacobs held the mantle of High Lord. In direct contrast to the normally light-hearted Lomar, Jacobs was a humourless and pragmatic man. He and Samuel had had their differences in the past, and the man was as stubborn and frustrating an Imperial as there could be, but he had done well since taking up the seat, considering the circumstances, and Samuel could easily think of worse choices.

Rubrick, Quimbus, Sandringham, Nottingsworth and Kalbak were the remaining Lords in the room. Normally, they numbered twelve, but the war had taken its toll and they could not even find time to elect more to their numbers from the dwindling stock of magicians in the city. These days, thankful of an extra opinion, they would allow anyone who was available into the discussions. Lastly, there was Master Celios, the great Seer of Cintar. His hair had grown thinner in recent times, now just a thin veil of reddish scrap fringing a bald scalp. He still made dismal efforts to cover his glistening pate by folding over the little dangling hair that still remained, but the effect was even less flattering than before. Adding to that, he seemed to have grown excited and irritable, with his eyes darting around the room as if tracking acrobatic horseflies.

‘Our situation is looking grim,’ Grand Master Anthem admitted, burying his face momentarily into his cupped hands, before resurfacing to scan the magicians around him with weary eyes. As always, his wispy white eyebrows hung down low, but the pure blue eyes that looked out from under them had never looked so troubled.

The Magicians’ Council sat assembled around the chamber, while pageboys and servants stood behind in the shadows, prepared to fetch food and drink, or run any errand that could spontaneously arise.

They had been deliberating the situation for hours now, and with little resolve. They had all hastily gathered the very moment that the three magicians had abandoned their little boat at the city docks and had come hurrying up to the palace, lifting up their ragged robe hems and ascending the many palace steps as fast as they could-and they had been locked in discussion ever since. It had been a long and arduous trip to the city and Samuel had been hoping for at least a good night’s rest before launching into any deliberation, but rest would have to wait. They had been granted the luxury of a basin to wash their faces and a change of robes and, for the time being, that would have to suffice.

Despite all the grim news, it had been an uplifting moment when Samuel saw Grand Master Anthem and Gallivan come striding into the chambers with haggard but determined faces. The two had obviously survived the battle at Rampeny unharmed and had even managed to flee overland and arrive back several days before them.

Old Tudor had revealed the details of their journey to the gathering, but it seemed much had been happening even in the few days since Anthem had returned and there was now little to report that was not already known. As soon as the palace officials had learned of the desert people’s invasion, Cintar had become a flurry of vexation and consternation. While the generals and officials of the palace worried and debated, the city folk had caught wind of the situation and chaos in the streets had ensued. The Royal Guard was kept busymovingthe people along,and the Empress gave daily announcements in an effort to calm their fears.

Since then, reports had been coming in almost hourly of other battles across outer territories-each of themculminating incolossal lossesfor the Turians. The invaders were summarily destroying what remained of the Empire and were working their way towards inner Turia and the capital day by day. At the rate they were progressing, and with the sorry state of the remaining Imperial forces, there seemed to be little that could be done to halt their march towards Cintar. At the very least, it seemed the outermost lands would need to be abandoned in favour of an intensified defence.

The Gartens seemed to have withdrawn back into the north out of concern for their own safety, but,with the chaos of the last week,it was difficult to confirm anything with complete confidence.

‘We must meet with the Empress immediately,’ Grand Master Tudor proclaimed in his tired old voice. ‘We need a coordinated and immediate response to this new threat.’

‘We’ve been in nothing elsebutmeetings,with the Empress and everyone!’ Lord Sandringham responded, slapping the table with both hands. ‘We need to actnowand stop these desert barbarians in one swift movement!’

‘Wouldthat we could, Lord Sandringham,’ Gallivan told the eagle-nosed magician, ‘but these invaders seem to be far from barbarians. Their attacks are expertly planned and precisely executed. They are far more numerous than we can hope to match. They seem to be well organised in the art of war and have obviously been amongst us for some time, gathering information and intelligence. I’m sure they have agents in the city even now; probably in the palace, also. They seem to have the greater advantage in every way.’

‘General Ruardin sent his best men into the streets yesterday,’ High Lord Jacobs stated, patting his short, square-cut hair into place, despite it already looking solidly plastered to his head, ‘gathering up anyone with dark skin or sand on his boots. They will not have spies amongst us for long.’

‘These are enemies that should not be underestimated in any way,’ Gallivan continued, ‘for they have managed to defeat three Lions in the space of one battle; each of us targeted according to our skills. They had sneaked a small, but powerful, ballista into place at the front of the battle and had assembled it-at great cost to their men-all with the purpose offellingme. My fondness for Leaping was evidently known and when the opportunity arose, they launched a great bolt skywards towards me, trailing a rope soaked in extract of Eldinswurt,so as to resist my spells. Itstruckme expertly and brought me to ground amongst them, nearly costing me my life. It was onlydue toluck that I escaped. It shows advanced preparation and a specific desire to remove each of us. Poor Grand Master Orien was asphyxiated with poisons that burned through his defensive vines-they knew his affinity for plants. Grand Master Jurien was stabbed by an assassin’s blade; the mancrept up close to him in disguise,bearing an exact replica ofJurian’s staff. How the firstonewas lost we shall perhaps never know, but it may even have been part of their designs. Grand Master Du perished in the mouth of one of their accursedbeasts-great lizards!Sadly,he was not physically capable of defending himself from such an agilecreature. And how they came to breed such monstrosities, I cannot guess.’

‘But where did they come from? How could we be taken by such surprise?’ Lord Kalbak, olive of skin, asked the room in his gruff voice. ‘Are we so blind to the state of the world?’

Anthem answered. ‘It’s true we have paid little attention to the Paatin wastes beyond the Eastern Reaches, but before this we have never had the need.’ He took a great breath and sighed. ‘From all indications, we thought those lands to be barren, inhabited onlybythe odd nomadic family or primitive settlement. It seems we’ve been proven unquestionably wrong. It seems that somewhere in the midst of those lands there lies a developed civilisation that we have overlooked entirely until now,a civilisationcapable of raising grand armies.’

‘TheEast has been examined on occasion, but was deemed unremarkable and unworthy of the Empire’s attention,’ Grand Master Gallivan said, setting his long,black moustache to waver. ‘The Emperor sent regular scouting parties in the old days, but they all came back with the same news: nothing to see except sand, wind and stone that went on for as far as they could bear. Many were lost attempting to breach those lands, and so the Paatin wastes were deemed unfit for human habitation.’

‘Perhaps these black-skinned barbarians are not human!’ Lord Quimbus piped up, but scathing looks from the gathering had him shutting up just as quickly.

‘I have also visited the fringes of the desert,’ Tudor announced. ‘Likewise Lord Lomar.’ At this, the magician from Kabush nodded in confirmation. ‘We have seen nothing to suggest any of this is possible. Yet, somehow, from within those parched lands have come armies of men.’

‘With the Emperor scouting every far corner for riches and taking it unto his own, I’m not surprised any inhabitants of the deserts thought best to keep their distance,’ Lord Quimbus said with disdain, but his comments caused the Turian stalwarts in the room-Jacobs and Nottingsworth in particular-to frown with distaste.

‘Well, we can’t be rushing to action hastily,’ old Tudor said, ‘but neither can we be sitting on our hands in deliberation. I’m assuming you’ve already spoken with the Empress at length.’

‘We have,’ Anthem responded, ‘but so far with little result. Unfortunately, the Empress isinexperienced in these matters and her advisers have clouded her in a fog of nonsense and bureaucracy. We may need to throw our fists down and bar them from the room while we speak some sense to her. Those simpletons refuse to accept the fact that if there is to be any hope of saving the Empire-in any form at all-we must sacrifice some of the outer territories and consolidate our defences within Turia. Lives will be lost, but the Empire simply cannot afford to spread itself thin. TheOutlands will simply need to fend for themselves.’

‘But that’s abominable!’ Master Quimbus rallied. ‘The invaders are butcheringeveryoneindiscriminately. We cannot abandon anyone. It goes against the very conscience of the Order.’

‘Actually, I believe theveryopposite to be true,’ Anthem said with a measured tongue. ‘It’s evident that any town that yields is spared, so we should send wordto towns in the Outlands todo exactly that. Any settlements that have resisted the desert people’s call to surrender have been wiped from the earth-every man, woman and child slain without exception. The buildings are pillaged and then burnt, all the crops laidtowaste and salted at great expense. They are sending a clear and potent message ahead of them.’

‘It matters little what we do,’ Master Celios called out. All eyes turned to him, for he had been quiet until now, barely seeming to take note of the conversation. Strangely, he seemed to be clenching his fists tight, so that his arms were quivering with the effort.

‘Have you something to add to this, Master Celios? A vision, perhaps?’ Jacobs called out to the balding, bulging-eyed man.

Celios snatched up his goblet and waved it to the servant waiting behind him. It was immediately topped up with water, leaving the attendant to step back into the shadows. Drinking deeply and noisily before smacking his lips, Celios’ actions were clumsy. ‘These armies are not what should be bothering us. We panic like fools at everything that catches our eye, yet we ignore the greater foe that comes to meet us.’

The council room was quiet while each magician summed up the seer’s words. Some looked sidelong to each other and it seemed obvious that most were puzzled.

Jacobs looked down his nose with concern. ‘Please explain, Master Celios.’

Celios lurched to his feet and pointed a shaking finger directly at the High Lord. ‘These wars have been foretold again and again by seers greater and lesser than me. The world is overcome by madness and we shall struggle with each other until we are brought to our knees. This Age is done and the Devil King is returned. He sends this wave of violence before him, to ready us for his taking. It is only a matter of time before he shows himself and claims us for his own.’

With that,he dropped back into his seat, but then seemed unsure of his surroundings. Celios looked around himself with bewilderment, drained of strength. He knocked his cup and water spilled across the table, yet he did not notice at all,as his sleeves began to soak up the spill. The attendant standing behind him nipped forward again and began soaking up the water with a square of cloth, lifting the man’s arms from the mess and cleaning around him,like a father tidying up around a careless child.

‘Master Celios indeed needs his rest and I’m sorry for his outburst,’ Jacobs explained. ‘I’ve had him awake the last few nights applying his skills to our situation and the responsibilities of a seer weigh heavy. He has gained no real insight into the Paatin Desert people, but he has grown increasingly disturbed in the process, which does not bode particularly well for us. I still hope he can gain some information on our new adversaries that will be of useto us, but for now I think the poor man needs some decent rest.’

But Samuel took the chance to speak up. After the ravings of Celios, his words would not seem so outrageous. ‘I have also heard something of these demons. Is there no chance that these warnings should also be considered?’

‘Of course not. No,’ Jacobs stated resolutely. ‘This is the stuff of nonsense and fairy tales. We have problems of flesh and blood to face, not fantasies, Lord Samuel.’

‘But demons and creatures do seem to exist. We defeated one at Hammenton, and even our own Grand Master Anthem has mastered the Great Spell of Summoning. Is it notconceivablethat some truth may lay in these rumours?’

‘Utterly not,’ Anthem said, raising his voice. ‘While it may be possible to summon beasts that seem hellish to us, the notion of demons is inconceivable. I think that if you are listening to sources that purvey such bunk, Lord Samuel, you would do well to turn away your ear. As High Lord Jacobs affirms, we have no time to entertain nonsense when lives are at stake.’

Samuel nodded and accepted the clear direction that he should remain quiet on the matter.

‘If there is little else to learn here, let us rest,’ High Lord Jacobs then announced. ‘We will meet with the Empress this evening. I’m sure our recent arrivals also need rest after their arduous journey.’

With that, most of the men dispersed slowly from the room, leaving the last of the Lions scratching their headsandindeepdiscussion. Lomar walked with Samuel along the halls, as Goodfellow rushed ahead to organise a room for them.

‘I hear you had a harrowing escape, Samuel,’ the brown-skinned magician stated. His face was marked with deep wrinkles of kindness, and they only seemed to be deepening with age,while the rest of his skin around the creases remained smooth. It gave him a mixed appearance of wizened age and mirthful youth.

‘True, but at least we did escape.’

‘And no word of Eric?’

‘I was going to ask you the same thing,’ Samuel said, ‘although I have the feeling he will be back when it suits him.’

‘Oh?’

‘I’m almost certain I felt him use his Journey spell. As such, he is probably skulking around the city somewhere, waiting for an opportune time to show himself.’

‘I thought he was having trouble with that spell,’ Lomar suggested.

‘So he made out but,in reality,he guarded it like a jealous child. If he does return, I’m going to speak to the Grand Masters about him. Such a spell could make a great difference to the war.’

‘True, but you should take your concerns to High Lord Jacobs first. He is leader of the Council. That is the correct point to voice your concerns.’

‘I understand, but you know me, Lomar. I’ve never been one to follow such formalities.’

Lomar smiled warm-heartedly. ‘So I’ve come to realise-but you would do better to keep the Council onside where possible. Few of usOutlanders are fond of formalities, but the Turians cannot live withoutthem. In any case, no one can make Eric give up his spell unless he wishes. I think I understand why he is hesitant to give up the knowledge of such a magic. Firstly, everyone likes to feel special-even magicianslike us. He has great ability, but the frustrations of youth still cling to him. Perhaps he will not feel so protective of his skills after another year or two, as he continues to mature. Secondly, once he does release that knowledge, it will undoubtedly make its way into the hands of every capable magician in Amandia, Turiaand beyond. No matter how hard we triedto keep such a secret, it could never be kept for long. There are very few Great Spells like this left unfound and,although not many magicians would be capable of casting it, its effect would be tremendous. Life would beinfinitelymore treacherous if magicians or even entire armies could appear anywhere they wanted. Eric may be acting selfishly but,in truth, it is probably for the best.’

Samuel nodded reluctantly. ‘You are probably correct.’

‘I usually am,’ Lomar added.

‘Then we have that in common, too,’ Samuel added and Lomar smiled in return. ‘But one more thing. It has been some time since I last spoke with anyone from the Circle, but their members seem adamant that demons do exist and that the return of their kind is a reality. Could it really be true?’

‘I am sceptical of such things, Samuel, but we are magicians after all and must we consider all possibilities, no matter how far-fetched.’

‘So you believe it?’

‘I’m not ruling it out. However,’ Lomar continued, ‘it looks like the Paatin armies will be here long before any demons come to harry us, so there is little point debating the fact. We must prioritise our threats; therefore,I must agree with Grand Master Anthem on this. Let’s put the notion aside and focus on greater things for now.’

Samuel considered the point thoughtfully. ‘And you have been into the desert? Do you know anything of the Paatin people?’

‘Sadly, very little. I have skirted their lands, for the Kabushy delta lies to the south of those dry wastes. My people never felt the desire to explore north, for there was little point,and Kabushy do not like to leave their wetlands but once I began my studies as a magician,I ventured there on occasion to quench my curiosity. I explored the very edges of their lands and learned some of their tongue, but I never saw anything that would have led me to believe they were capable of such armies. As Grand Master Tudor stated, they are a quiet and noble people,solitary and nomadic.’

‘Then the desert seems to have some great secrets hidden in its heart.’

‘Well said and true,’ Lomar said. ‘But come, you must get some rest and I have much to do. I am sure we will discover much more about the Paatin in the coming days.’

With that, the two parted and Samuel set about finding what had become of Goodfellow and his room.

The two of them retired for the rest for the day to a small room in the heights of the Mage Tower,overlooking the vast city that sprawled and cluttered below them. Goodfellow was already awake and looking out the window when Samuel opened his eyes.

‘There’s someone at the door,’ he said, still looking up at the ceiling.

‘Oh?’ Goodfellow responded, turning from the window and blinking the room back to clarity behind his spectacles.

Samuel sat up and swung his legs to the floor. ‘Come in, Eric!’ he called.

The handle turned and Eric Pot walked in sheepishly. ‘I see you both made it back safely.’ He shut the door behind him and leaned upon it hesitantly, waiting for them to respond.

‘We’ve been waiting for you to turn up,’ Samuel stated.

Eric was obviously trying to think of an excuse, but then simply shrugged his shoulders. ‘What else could I do? I didn’t have time to take you with me.’

‘You used your Journey spell to return to Cintar?’ Goodfellow asked. Samuel thought that his bespectacled friend was going to reprimand the other Eric, but Goodfellow only continued on with excitement. ‘Astounding! That’s a long way. I didn’t realise you had such control.’

‘Yes. I arrived right in the middle of The Pride-which did surprise some of the patrons,’ Eric replied. ‘I didn’t even mean to use it at all. When I started to panic,I cast it without even knowing. I guess I was thinking how nice it would be to be back in my favourite old inn-and it happened.’

‘We could have done with your help, Eric,’ Samuel stated flatly. ‘You could have made all the difference.’

‘The battle was already lost, Samuel,’ Eric said in his defence. ‘I didn’t intend to leave and,once I had, I wasn’t about to risk going back. Anything could have happened.’

‘I guess we’ll never know.’

‘It doesn’t matter now, Samuel,’ Goodfellow interceded. ‘What’s done is done. I’m just glad Eric is here and we know he’s safe and well.’

‘Does the Council know you’re here?’ Samuel asked suspiciously.

‘Now they do. At first, I had to lay low, but once you two and Grand Master Tudor returned,I told them I’d also just arrived. They seemed too busy to care all that much.’

Samuel shook his head. ‘You still don’t want them to know about your spell?’

‘Of course not,’ Eric said. ‘As if I don’t have enough trouble without restarting all that prophecy nonsense! If the Journey spell is needed, I will use it, but until then it will only cause trouble.’

Samuel shook his head. ‘As you wish, Eric. Keep your secret. While others die,I hope you will be happy with yourself. The Emperor is dead and the prophecy was realised-remember? There’s no need to continue this secrecy. In all those days you were in hiding,it didn’t cross your mind thatyou could have at least told someone about the Paatin invaders? Defences could have been readied and lives saved. How many towns fell before Anthem returned and gave the warning?’

Eric pulled open the door andstartedto leave, visibly annoyed. ‘I would have if I could, Samuel. It seemed the right thing to do. You should be the one to talk about secrets.’ And with that he stoutly shut the door behind him.

Samuel could sense as Eric descended the tower, the man’s familiar aura growing dim and intermingling with the other energies and life forces within the palace, finally becoming imperceptible. He only hoped Eric was referring to the secrets of the past-his ability to see magic and his invisibility to other magicians-rather than his dependence on the Argum Stone. He shuddered at the thought of anyone learning of his dependence on the ring or,even more, of anyone ordering him to surrender the ancient relic to the Order. It would leave him utterly defenceless and useless as a magician. He would have no reason to even exist.

‘Don’t be so hard on him, Samuel,’ Goodfellow said, pulling his black robes over his head and adjusting them into place over his shirt and trousers. ‘Everyone does something stupid occasionally. It’s just lucky we all made it back.’

‘We made it back. Others were not so lucky.’

‘Come on, Samuel. Don’t be so hard on him. You make mistakes, too. Remember?’

To that, Samuel only scowled and lay back down on his bed.

The two magicians were summoned again the next morning and they traced their route through the many floors and halls of the vast Imperial palace. In previous years, the chambers they passed had been filled with musicians and artists, dancers and artisans,as well as thewives and children of the palace staff and officials-but now most rooms were cold and empty. The war had taken its toll even here and the seat of the Empire had become something of a hollowed shell. The Emperor’s thirty-two wives-all prior to his last marriage with Empress Lillith-and forty-seven daughters were seldom seen, banished away within their rooms for their own safety.

Empress Lillith was seated at the head of the table, resplendent in her blue and gold royal gown, which was tight-fitting about her bust and waist, but surrounded her legs with voluminous skirts. A small boy, the young heir to the Empire, name of Leopold, was standing quietly in the corner holding a small stuffed lion, with the Empress’ attendants all fussing around him. He was dressedin his smart yet snug outfit, so that it looked almost impossible for him to bend down or play. Still, he looked happy enough just standing with histoyand posturing it about.

General Ruardin was seated beside the Empress, looking like a golden-armoured giant upon a minuscule chair-even though his seat was the same size as everyone else’s. Grand Master Anthem was the only magician there, for it seemed a meeting of the decision makers and bureaucrats of the Empire. With two vacant seats beside him, Anthem gestured for Samuel and Goodfellow to approach.

‘Sit, sit,’ the old magician urged the two young men. They did so hastily, for the room seemed to be waiting for them,all eyes following them to their seats. ‘Many of you know of Lord Samuel and this is Master Goodfellow. The two of them were witness to the events around Rampeny. Samuel, Eric-we have asked you to comebecausethe assembly would like to ask you directly about the events. Please answer quickly and succinctly, as there is much to discuss and we have little time.’

The man closest to the Empress, opposite General Ruardin, began. He had large lips and eyelids and somewhat reddened cheeks, giving him something of a foolish appearance but, as he was seated so near to the Empress, Samuel decided thathewas not going to judge the man solely on such looks. He had heard many stories of the cunning and manipulative ways of some of the court officials and it would be a mistake to judge any of them on first appearances. ‘What do you two make of the battle at Rampeny? Tell us from the start what happened.’

Samuel looked to Goodfellow for reassurance and then began to relate his story. ‘We were helping prepare Rampeny’s defences when the Gartens attacked-the initial assault was not so bad, but after a few days the Gartens received reinforcements and Captain Adell’s troops were exhausted. He was about to retreat when the three of us-Master Pot, Master Goodfellow and myself-set out to delay the Gartens as well as we could. We were achieving moderate success, when thankfully General Canard came to our aid, along with the Lions. We were doing well at that point, until a second force came at us from the south.’

‘Do you know how they came to be there?’ the man asked, jotting some notes on the pages before him, but Samuel could only shake his head.

‘No. At first, we thought it was General Warren’s men, for they came disguised in Imperial colours. It was only when they attacked that we knew there was something wrong.’

‘We still don’t know what happened to General Warrenand his men, Chancellor Donovan,’ Anthem explained to the gathering. ‘I can only assume they were overcome by these new forces just after we separated.’

‘Perhaps so,’ Chancellor Donovan remarked, ‘but this is not the time for speculation, Grand Master Anthem. We are here to gather what facts we can and make our judgements later, based on such evidence.’

‘As you say, Chancellor. Samuel, please continue.’

Samuel swallowed and wet his lips, feeling the attention of the room bearing down on him. Looking at the men around him,he saw thatnone of them showed the slightest hint of empathy or support. In fact, they each seemed to be casting the look of judgement upon him. ‘Needless to say, we were pinned between the Gartens and the newcomers. In the end, when it became apparent that we could not win, Grand Master Tudor helped us to escape, while Grand Masters Anthem and Gallivan remained behind to battle.’

‘In your opinion, if you had stayed, could you have helped to decide the battle?’ asked another man,who had a tiny sliver of a black moustache sitting under his nose. Samuel had heard him referred to as Councillor Madhaven.

‘Not at all. If we had stayed, I believe the outcome would have been the same, except that we would have died, too. We were tremendously outnumbered. When we climbed to the top of the valley, we could see that the new army had,in fact,two forces. One attacked from the south and the other from the north, driving the Gartens towards us so we were forced to battle on both sides.’

‘And do you know the origin of these forces?’ a third man asked excitedly. ‘Do you know who they were?’

‘Grand Master Tudor believed them to be desert people. Indeed,they had dark skin and looked like some of the merchants I have seen in the markets. I think his judgement was fair.’

‘Do you know what they want or why they attacked us? Did they send any statements or demands?’ Donovan asked.

Again, Samuel could only shake his head. ‘Not at all. I don’t think anyone knows.’

There was quiet in the room while Chancellor Donovan scratched his chin in deep thought. ‘Very well,’ he said finally, with a closing tone.

At this, Anthem waved his finger at the pair of magicians and gestured towards the door. ‘Wait outside,’ he whispered to them.

Samuel and Goodfellow did as they were told without hesitation,keen to be from the room. They waited idly in the hall, until the door opened and the men all filed out with their papers and bundles cradled under their arms. Anthem poked his head out last and drew the two magicians back inside, where only the Empress and her attendants remained. Young Leopold now slept, held in the arms of one of the seated ladies. His head had fallen back and his mouth was wide open towards the ceiling as he snorted in his sleep. He looked like a chickthat hadfallen asleep midway through begging for its dinner.

‘I wanted to speak with you two alone,’ the Empress said. Her face was calm and graceful. She was truly a regal beauty, which was even more remarkable considering her humble rural origins. ‘My advisers tell me so many wild and wonderful things. I never know what to believe.’

But old Grand Master Anthem was not one to mince his words. ‘Those infernal imbeciles plan to send a delegation to meet the Paatin and warn them off. They refuse to accept that their precious Empire could be overwhelmed by desert savages. They probably think we must all be making up this story to cover our incompetence, as if we had somehow lost a few armies on the wayside. Or perhaps they think we sat down with the Paatin and had a fine afternoon tea! It boggles the mind! Forgive my scepticism, Your Majesty, but these cretins can’t see past their own Turian vanity.’

‘It seems remarkable that they could doubt us, Grand Master,’ said Goodfellow. ‘I didn’t think that anyone could doubt what we saw.’

‘Inconvenient facts are easily dismissed, Master Goodfellow.’

‘I must agree-in part at least,’ the Empress said. ‘Even General Ruardin, bless his golden heart, is blinded by his Imperial pride and is easily goaded by the others. What do you think is happening, Grand Master Anthem? Tell me what you believe these invaders are intending.’

‘It seems obvious the Paatin are taking advantage of our warring with the Gartens, but their final objective remains to be seen. Their motivecould be anything from religious zeal to cultural intolerance, or simple plunder. Whatever the case, it seems sure they are set on taking Cintar, for reports indicate they have plotted a course directly towards us. We know nothing about them and we can’t even begin to guess their motivebut,from what I can see, they do pose a great threat.

‘Even so, the Empire is in danger of falling long before even one bow is drawn before the city. These bureaucrats need to stop their filibustering and start making plans. They seem more intent on keeping you from making your own decisions than saving their own empire. I find myself longing for the days of the Emperor,although I never thought I would hear myself say such a thing, if you forgive me for saying so, Your Highness. He would have cut off twenty heads the moment he caught wind of such sedition and put an end to it at once. Still, he may have cut off many good heads in the process, so I can’t say those old days were truly all too grand.

‘There is no doubt that they are trying to usurp your power, Your Majesty,and it makes my blood boil. At a time like this, when every delay costs hundreds of lives, it is unforgivable. Do you know, I have heard them casting doubt on the lineage of your son? I bet my old whiskers they plan to intervene before he can become of age. I had the feeling something like this would happen, so I had several mages scry the boy to prove he is the true heir. Do you know what they did then? They began to undermine me and the Order as well! Calling me a Garten upstart! Damn the fools!’

Empress Lillith gasped at this. ‘This is despicable! Why haven’t I heard such things before?’

‘I have been busy at the front, Your Majesty, and that has kept my attention, but I see now that things have begun to get out of control. We need to rein back this madness before it goes any further.’

‘I will speak with them immediately,’ she said.

‘We may need to do more than that,’ Anthem said. ‘They will placate you with the most sincere of apologies, but they will only continue their plans behind your back until your rule is symbolic at best. They could even resort to violence. I would not put it past any of them to arrange the murder of a mother and her son. I only hope they have more sense than that. The people of Turia haveinstilledtheirlovein your boy.’ He mulled over the thought solemnly. ‘No, far better that they keep you, remove your power and manipulate you for their own gains. Once young Leopold is of age, they will not need you at all, for they will have ensured that his education wastailored to fit their schemes. He would be nothing more than a puppet.’

The Empress considered his words carefully. ‘I don’t want to offend you, but Chancellor Donovan did tell me to expect the Order to attempt to strengthen its position in the palace. I have long trusted you, Grand Master, but all this is quite shocking and confusing.’

Old Anthem only smiled at this. ‘I’m sure he has told you much, but that only proves to reinforce my feeling that Donovan is a conniving wretch. The Order has no interest in running an Empire. That is far too much trouble for us. We much prefer our books and quiet places. I must admit we have had our own fair share of politicking in the past, but I will allow no more of that. I think the Magicians’ Council has learned its lesson in that regard.’

‘Then we shall see about this,’ Lillith stated defiantly. ‘I am not about to see the Empire falling to such upstarts. With Ruardin spellbound by their verbal trickery, I don’t know who else I can depend upon. Will you support me,Grand Master Anthem? Since Lord Samuel made his great display of saving the city, the Order is in favour like never before. The people will rally behind you.’

‘Of course, Your Majesty,’ old Anthem declared with a bow. ‘This battle will be fought on many fronts. Perhaps the greatest will be here within the walls of the palace and this is a battle that I will not lose. The Empire and I have had our differences in the past, but I refuse to see it fall into the hands of scoundrels like Donovan and Madhaven. I will begin by subtly letting them know their place and,if that does not work, we can look at taking more drastic measures. In the meantime, we will need to shore up our defences against the Paatin. Recall our forces from the territories-as many as we can possibly afford.’

‘So be it,’ Lillith responded.

With that, the meeting ended and the Empress and her entourage departed, with one of the maids carefully cradling the sleeping boy in her arms, so as not to wake him. Samuel believed what the wily old Grand Master had said, for he had a glint in his eye and his hackles were up; a sure sign he meant business. He would not be surprised if Anthem simply turned the royal advisers to ashes just to teach them a lesson.

It was only as they were striding away from the room that the Grand Master surprised them both by chuckling to himself.

‘Did you see how that works? Now, we have the Empress in the palm of our hand.’

‘What do you mean?’ Samuel asked of the old magician.

‘It is a simple matter to plant some suggestions and let others believe they had come to their own conclusion. In one swift move, we have the Empress onside. If it’s a war they want, it’s a war they’ll get and no pompous Turian can match this old Lion. When I begin to show my claws, those fools in their counting houseswill turn to jelly.’

‘I must admit I was surprised by what you said about the Council, Grand Master,’ said Goodfellow. ‘I can’t imagine some of them giving up their old ways. They are awfully fond of their meetings and deliberations and so forth. They never seem to do anythingexcepttalk about having more power over the Empire.’

‘How true, young Master Goodfellow. The nature of these Turians cannot be changed, but the Empress is a useful ally. We will need her if we are to put Donovan and the likes back in their places. This could be a dangerous situation for the Order. And what a woeful time for it! Now, if we can get that old bull Ruardin onside we will have nothing to worry about. The last thing we want at a time like this is more trouble for the Order. And if we are going to win this war and repel the Paatin, we cannot afford such shenanigans. Once things return to calm, we will be the only ones advising the Empress and the balance of power will rest with us.’

Samuel was about to object, but thought betterof itand kept his mouth shut. It seemed a strange turn of eventsatsuch a calamitous time.

The royal advisers had locked themselves indoors for an evening of deliberation, to which the Order-much to Anthem’s chagrin-wasnot invited. Samuel decided to visit Master Glim and set outthroughthe palace gates as dusk was just falling across the city.

He made his way across the bustling streets and pushed through the din of the markets, following the zigzagging routes he had learned over his many years in the city. He half-expected that the city would have become as quiet as the palace, perhaps beset by fear of the impending invasion, but it seemed not. It still thrummed with life and was as vibrant as ever. The only notable absence was that of all the dark-skinned desert traders, but it seemed others had quickly taken advantage of the situation and set up their own stalls in place.

Magical lanterns were set about the School of Magic, hanging from the doorways and along the curving stone paths, creating little pools of clarity in the dim. As Samuel neared, each one was supposed to grow brighter and then fade away again after he had passed, but the lanterns sat idly. The spells tied to each could not detect him. At times, his innate lack ofpresencecould be as much of a curse as a boon and so he trod the paths in darkness.

He came to Master Glim’s little cottage and rapped on the door.

‘Come in, Samuel,’ the voice of Master Glim beckoned from inside.

‘Remarkable! How did you know it was me?’ Samuel asked, stepping into the room. His old teacher was studying at his desk, as expected, with his eyeglasses dipping from the end of his nose.

‘Rather, I can presume it’s you, young Lord Samuel, when knocks sound on my door and no one seems to be there to make them. It’s not such a great leap of reason, is it?’

Samuel shut the door and came to sit opposite the aging teacher. ‘It’s good to see you, Master Glim.’

‘I can return the sentiment.’ He set his notes down and pushed his emptied dinner plate to one side. He seemed frailer than Samuel remembered and a sliver of shadow lingered in his features, where the light should have prevailed. ‘When Anthem returned and brought news of what had happened, I certainly feared the worst. However, I could not believe that you would be killed so easily. Surely, it would take more than an army to defeat you, Samuel. You are the Saviour of Cintar, after all.’

Samuel screwed up his face in feigned distaste while Master Glim chuckled softly to himself.

‘It seems we find ourselves deeper and deeperinhot water, Samuel,’ the teacher mused. ‘While we thought we were striding into a newAge ofReason, it seems we have only stumbled into a renewed time of anarchy. If the Empire crumbles, the people of Amandia will suffer even more thanthey didunder the Emperor’s totalitarian rule and, with the way things are going, the Order just does not seem strong enough to prevent it.’

‘So it seems. But I never thought you were fond of the Empire, Master Glim.’

‘Of course not. You know I have never cared for the Empire, but it had just reached the stage where itcouldstart to become something unifying and benevolent-’ then he threw up his hands, ‘and now all this.’

‘How go things in the School?’

‘Bah! We may as well give up now. I have a handful of students and barely the teachers to teach them. This war has taken its toll on us all. It will take us years to recover-decades.’

‘I’m sure we can get through this difficult time eventually. One day, I’m sure the Order will become the bastion of reason that we have long sought. It may just take longer than expected. We have been through much worse in recent times.’

‘I wish I could share your enthusiasm, Samuel, but I have started to feel a weariness in my bones. I am really quite tired and find myself just wishing to shut the gates of the school and keep the woes of the world outside, if only I could. Actually, while I think of it, Master Pot came seeking my advice today on a similar theme. It seems you two are at odds at the moment.’

‘It’s true.’

‘And you can’t see your way to giving him some respite? This has been a difficult time for him, also.’

‘Not as difficult as ours,’ Samuel stated. ‘While it took us a week to make our way back to Cintar on foot, he saw himself back here in a jiffy. I’m not surprised he didn’t mention it. We were rushing back in a panic to spread the news of the Paatin invasion and he was sitting in a local tavern with his feet up the whole time. It is an abuse of power, if you ask me.’

‘So he can use his Great Spell,after all,’ Glim said with interest. It seemed to attract the curiosity of magicians at any hint of its mention.

‘Whenever he chooses, so it seems.’

‘Then that is interesting. He chose wisely to conceal the fact.’

Samuel was surprised by this. ‘Do you mean you agree with him?’

‘Not wholly, no, but it is fortunate in many ways that he has concealed the spell for so long. Such a Great Spell has many connotations. I need to think about this.’ Master Glim looked quite concerned by the revelation. ‘Have you had your dinner yet?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Then go fetch yourself something from the larder before your stomach devours the rest of you. I’m sure we have at least a few more hours before the Paatin come shouting at our gates. Get some decent sleep in one of the vacant cottages and we can discuss this more in the morning, unless of course you’d rather get back to the palace? You look as if you haven’t had a decent night’s sleep in some time.’

‘Even when I do sleep, my dreams keep me awake most of the night.’

‘Oh? Then we have that to talk about as well. Go on now.’

Samuel acceded and left Master Glim’s room. As he left, he heard music begin behind him as his old teacher began strumming his lute-like instrument. He had seen the man play it often, but had never bothered to ask of its origin, for it was the only one of its kind he had ever seen. The noise that came from it was lilting and harmonious, with each note melding into the others. Glim had asked his students to take the time to master any instrument of their choice, for he told them that such practice would benefit their studies but,between his troubles and his various adventures, Samuel had just never found the time.

Old Master Sanctus was fossicking merrily in the larder and had himself a platter of grapes balanced in one hand and was fiercely protecting a long,crusty loaf in the other.

‘Young Samuel!’ he declared with a crackled voice. ‘I thought you were long dead, my boy. You always seem to be proving me wrong, lad and-at least sometimes-pleasantly so.’

‘Thank you, Master Sanctus,’ Samuel replied as politely as he could, for he was not sure whether he had just received a compliment or an insult.

‘Well, don’t just stand there with your mouth hung open like a blowfish in a bucket. Get some food into you.’

Samuel needed no further prompting and took a wide,ceramic plate from the shelving and began looking for whatever couldtempt his palate. Despite the grim situation the Empire now found itself in, the Order’s shelves remained as excessively stocked as ever.

Master Sanctus finished gathering what he needed and tottered off into the night with his armful of food, chewing ravenously on a length of sausage. Samuel took his time loading his plate, savouring the thought of his dinner, tossing the occasional morsel into his mouth as he gleaned the room of whatever caught his fancy. Once prepared, he started back out into the night with his hefty load in one hand, setting towards the rooms.

He was only halfway along the path and back towards the cottages when something scratching in the darkness caught his ear. He paused, peering into the blackness to where he perceived that something sat: a patch of darkness itself on the grass. It was only hissightthat alerted him to the fact that it was a magician lying on the grass and another moment to recognise the familiar aura of the man.

‘Master Sanctus!’ Samuel gasped and dropped to his knees beside the quivering old man, spilling his plate upon the grass. He turned the stricken magician face up and the light caught Master Sanctus’ deathly pale face. He seemed to be caught midway through a silent scream, and blood and vomit covered his lips and chin. ‘Master Sanctus!’ Samuel called again, shaking the old man firmly, but Sanctus was as stiff as a board, as if already locked in rigor mortis.

Gathering his wits, Samuel began fumbling for his ring, intent on throwing a spell onto the old magician. He only hoped to hold onto some vestige of his life force, but it was already too late. Something had eaten away at Sanctus’ insides and all his vital organs were ruptured and riddled with holes. A great black wave of shadow, an ill omen to Samuel’s magicalsight, was already creeping across the old man’s life force and devouring it in calamitous gulps. With one final shudder,the magician coughed out a spray of black fluid and fell dead. A long,wet,rattling sound came trundling from his throat as his final breath clawed its way free. He remained stiff and staring at the stars above him, as if caught in awe at their splendour.

The stink coming from the old man was vile and Samuel felt his own dinner rush up into his mouth. He vomited on the grass several times, until nothing further would come out. Even then,he had to fight back the sensation to retch once more. Wiping the spittle from his lips, he could see the same dark fluid in his own vomit. It could only have come from something he had eaten. With a terrible realisation, he looked at the food that lay scattered around Master Sanctus and beside his own plate.

‘Poison,’ he whispered and the sense finally reached him to shout his warning aloud. ‘There’s poison in the larder! Poison!’ he called out. ‘Don’t eat anything!’ He called the warning several times into the dark school grounds, but no one came running to help him or to see what the matter was.

Finally gathering his wits, Samuel made for Master Glim’s room as fast as he could. He hammered his fist onto the door with what felt like futile strength, and then went in without waiting for a reply for he could already feel that something was dreadfully wrong inside. As he burst into the room, the magical lanterns set onto the walls blazed into life as if trying to burn away the stubborn shadows altogether. These spells had been tied to the opening of his door, or Samuel would have been left in the darkness, but the scene they illuminated was terrible.

Master Glim was splayed out on the floor, barely alive. He was looking towards Samuel, with the same ugly black fluid smeared across his face. He had set a flurry of spells about himself to keep the poison at bay, but already Samuel could see that the man’s energy was waning. His organs were full of perforations and his magic was the only thing holding his insides together. Still the poison was continuing to gnaw at his innards and such spells were barely able to slow the progress.

‘Master Glim!’ Samuel called, sitting beside his teacher and lifting the man’s head gently onto his lap. ‘What can I do?’

Glim’s eyes rolled up to look at him and he coughed up more of the fluid before Samuel could wipe it away. ‘Nothing…Samuel,’ he managed to say. ‘It seems I’ve been poisoned and it seems very effective…designed especially for magicians, I would wager. I think I am going to die.’

‘Master Sanctus is already dead.’

Master Glim raised his arm and clutched at Samuel’s collar. ‘You must go warn the others before anyone else eats from the larder. The source of the poison will be there. Throw the food to the floor.’

At once, Samuel realised the old teacher was correct, but he could not bring himself to leave his dying friend.

‘I will save you first, Master Glim.’

Master Glim began to shake his head, but Samuel ignored his pleas to leave. Instead, he drew the Argum Stone from his pocket and plunged his finger into it without a pause. His being flooded with unimaginable power and it took some moments before he could gather his wits and focus his thoughts once more upon the dying man on his lap.

‘What’s this?’ Master Glim managed to ask, for even in his dying state his magician’s curiosity had the better of him.

‘This is the Argum Stone. It was not destroyed, as I said, but changed into this ring. It is very powerful. With it, I am sure I can save you.’

‘While I would be grateful, Samuel,’ Master Glim said,hisspittle flying into the air, ‘and I would normally be intrigued by such a find, I must warn you against using such magic. You, most of all, should know that. Remember what it did to Ash. Too much power is dangerous for any man to bear. You especially, Samuel, should be careful with the power you wield.’ He took a moment to gather some strength. ‘I have seen you at your worst and I remember the bloodlust on your face when you killed Captain Garret and his men. There is something terrible at your core, Samuel, and you should do all you can to starve it, rather than feed such a thing. Power is corrupting and this kind of power will only see you headed down the same path as Ash. It would be terrible for you to become like that which you most despise, Samuel. The world does not need another such devil.’

‘I don’t care, Master Glim. I will save you.’

Master Glim then did something quite strange. His body seemed to relax, as if he had given up fighting the poison inside of him, and he managed a contented smile. ‘Sometimes we must accept things the way they are, Samuel. I am not proud of everything I have done, but I have had a good life and I think that, in small ways, I have made this world a better place. What else can we ask for? Go. Save the others. I am done.’ And with that he released his spells and the poison within him began to tear his vessels apart with sudden vigour. His heart fluttered furiously to keep the blood in his veins, but it was as futile as bailing water from a boat with a net.

‘No, Master Glim!’ Samuel cried out and he opened himself further to the ring.

Its power shook him like an earth tremor and he struggled to maintain his resolve. He knew he only had scant moments before his teacher died and he had to act quickly, but he did not know where to start. He called for a tiny fragment of power to mend the veins in Master Glim’s arm, but the sudden surge of energy that came to him snapped the teacher’s bones in two, twisting Master Glim’s arm half-around in its socket. The man did not seem to notice, but Samuel was shocked. He could not control the power, and the influence of the ring only multiplied his fear, making it even harder to calm his mind.

‘I don’t know what to do, Master Glim,’ he wept. ‘I don’t know how to save you.’

‘Then don’t, Samuel,’ his teacher croaked. It was incredible the man still had the power to speak, but a magician’s ability to control his own body was honed over their whole lives. Even in the embrace of death, Master Glim had enough grip on himself to make that final statement. Then, with an audible pop, his heart burst open within his chest and he died.

‘I will not let you go!’ Samuel hissed out. He delved his senses into the ring and called forth its power yet again. Master Glim’s life force was already dissipating into the room, but Samuel sent out his magic in a surge that made the cottage jump. He grasped his teacher’s energy with pure willpower, driven by the magic of the ring on his finger and commanded that it return into the man. All his focus and all the power from the Argum Stone was directed on somehow grasping those fleeing remnants. Master Glim’s last tatters of energy hesitated as he called to them, but they would not return to his body. They paused enticingly at the touch of his magic but,after a moment,they continued wafting away and fading, like escaping embers from a windswept fire.

‘No!’ Samuel screamed in desperate rage and called for even more power from the Argum Stone, beyond all consideration for his own well-being. The tiny cottage began shivering and rattling and all the books and other items began to fall from their shelves. The room was flooded with intense magic that rang in his ears but,no matter how much power Samuelappliedto the task, he could find no way to grip the old man’s dying energy. He stood to his feet, heedless of the body he let slip to the floor and looked up to the dancing lights that swirled towards the ceiling.

He clenched his fists by his sides and screamed in his head, ordering the ring to help him, but it was a lifeless object and no voice answered him. Master Glim’s scraps of life slipped through his magical fingers and would not be held.

Finally, Samuel had no choice but to give up, for the pain of channelling the ring was now unbearable and his efforts were useless. He fell back to his knees and wept upon his teacher’s lifeless chest. He sobbed for Master Glim and he sobbed for his own misery for,with the power of the Argum Stone subsided, he was filled with anguish and bitter loneliness. His muscles felt raw and ripped and he felt fit to collapse from exhaustion.

‘Why couldn’t I save you?’ Samuel whispered. ‘Even with all this power, can I not save even one person who is important to me?’

Just then, he felt a jolt in his chest and a momentary surge of excitement overcame him, breaking his pain and sorrow. Some strange energy had entered his body, revitalising him, and he looked around for its source. He looked up and found that a tiny thread of his magic still remained and it was circled up towards the ceiling like a curled asp. It had caught a few tiny motes of Master Glim’s essence and was drawing them down, not back to the body of Master Glim as he had intended, but into himself. As the embers spiralled down and were drawn within him, they joined his own power and were absorbed into it,filling the bitter gaps. The energy was saturated with the scent of Master Glim and Samuel felt warm in that moment, as if caught in an instant of reassurance from his old teacher.

Onceevery moteof Master Glim’s energy hadfled orbeenabsorbed intoSamuel, the roomnow seemedcold and empty. Samuel pulled the ring from his finger. Strangely, just absorbing those tiny bits of power had relieved most of his weariness.

‘I’m sorry, Master Glim,’ he said softly to the room.

Somehow, he could not help but feel excited, despite the death of his teacher and friend. The vast power of the Argum Stone had proved useless, but he had made a remarkable discovery. It was the spell he had longed for, more than any other-even more than Eric’s Journey spell. He had discovered the beginnings of a Sapping spell. Only Grand Master Anthem knew such magic, and its very existence was the old man’s most guarded secret. It enabled the wily old magician to beat the greatest of foes, including his own Lions. He had refused to teach Samuel, but now Samuel had stumbled upon the spell without the man’s help-even if he was far from mastering it. It would only take some more practice, and then perhaps he could give the old Grand Master an unexpected surprise.

Outside, calls of alarm began to sound. Others, perhaps returning to the school late or roused by the death throes of their neighbours, had stumbled upon the bodies of other poisoned magicians. Samuel went outside and joined them,going door to door in frantic search of any who still lived and required healing. In room after room,they met the same scene and the dormitories were like a scene from a nightmare: filled with contorted bodies. The poison had done its work, and the School of Magic had been decimated. It had been swift and deadly, even in small quantities, laced with a touch of Eldinswurt to reduce the magicians’chance of resisting it. Samuel only wondered why, with all that he had eaten himselfas he was piling his plate high, was he the only one to survive.

‘We have obviously not routed out the entirety of the foreign spies,’ Grand Master Tudor announced to the gathering in the great palace chamber, ‘and until we do-or,indeed, until this war is over-we must increase our efforts to protect ourselves.’

There was a great commotion as everyone assembled began talking amongst themselves. This was the grandest of the palace state rooms, with banners of blue and gold hung between the internal pillars and enormous crystal chandeliers dangling from the ceilings. Statues and exquisite reliefs adorned the walls at every opportunity. Several rows of long tables with every seat filled stretched the length of the hall. The crowd also filled every standing space, pressed against the walls.

The Empress sat at the highest point at one end of the long room, with General Ruardin and numerous court officials seatedbyher side. At the request of Grand Master Anthem, an emergency meeting had been called to discuss this latest atrocity and toformulatesome plan of defence.

Only a small percentage of the room was donned in black, with Samuel and the two Erics also present. Lords Quimbus and Nottingsworth had both fallen in the School of Magic, so the Council of Magicians had been thinned yet again. Given the heavy toll of the war, there was barely an able mage left in the city, save for those in this room. Even the eccentric Balthazar was present with several of his followers, donned in white,and the secretive Rammel himself, of Rammel’s Spellcasters, had also seen fit to attend. A small cluster of men from the Magicians’ Alliance had also been summoned, most of whom had fled the Orderin the first placeto avoid being sent into war. This was a critical time and all magicians had been called to stand together.

Master Celios was present, sitting beside Lord Kalbak, and he seemed bereft of the madness that had affected him earlier, looking on alertly. Next to Celios was the same man who had attended him previously and had cleaned up his spill but,being seated at the table like this and dressed formally, he was certainly no servant of any kind-which was something of a curious development in itself. High Lord Jacobs sat up near the Empress and he scrutinised those gathered before him as if searching for assassins amongst their own.

‘The Order’s loss is the Empire’s loss, Grand Master Tudor,’ the Empress spoke, hushing the din. The architects of the past had ensured the room carried sound well, and that it did not suffer from echoes or undue reverberations when many tried to speak at once. ‘And I agree that we are certainly all at risk here. We have already taken steps to protect ourselves on all possible levels, from whom we allow through the city gates, to the water we sip from our cups.’

High Lord Jacobs stood from his seat to gain the attention of the audience and he let his palms rest on the table before him. ‘That is good news, Empress, but that will only protect your citizens for a short time. This tragedy in the School of Magic must serve to strengthen our resolve and quicken our response. We must decide, here and now, what to do about this invasion from the peoples of the Paatin Desert. The Empire itself is at stake. We, the Order, are your humble servants, but we request a decision be made swiftly. We seek retribution for our losses.’

He retook his seat as the gathering erupted into a furore. The magicians were all quiet, but the other denizens of the room were shaking their fists.

‘The Order has failed us time and time again!’ roared one man. ‘If it cannot even protect itself, what are we to do?’

‘The Empire cannot be forced into foolish action by the loss of some troublesome magicians!’ cried out another.

‘The Empire will prevail!’ came from yet another, who shook his fist in the air.

But the entire assembly fell quiet as Grand Master Anthem stood slowly in his place. He looked out from beneath his wispy eyebrows with a heavy heart and a look of thinly restrained anger. ‘I have lost many dear friends in these past days,’ he said softly,thoughhis voice carried to each ear, ‘and I will not have any of them demeaned here…by you. The Order has saved your skins more than any of you would care to know, so pray that we continue to do so. I recommend that those with impatient tongues hold them now, for the time for banter has ended and the time to make decisions has come. I do not make threats lightly, but I will strike down the first man who speaks out of turn. My patience has worn thin and I do not like to be tested. Do I have your attention?’ and no one dared to move even the slightest as he gazed across the room. ‘Very well,’ he said, sitting himself back down. ‘Let us continue.’

Only Empress Lillith dared to break the long silence that followed. ‘Our fellows of the Order are correct. I, too, am tired of all this bickering and arguing within my court. This latest incident cannot go unanswered. We must make a plan of action-quickly and with the strength that such atrocities demand.’

‘Agreed, Your Majesty,’ Chancellor Donovan, to her right, stated. ‘But like any good plan, it must be rational and welldesigned. We cannot set out rashly or we will be sending our precious forces to their doom, and good plans take time. If we sally out to action on the spur of the moment, we could be leaving ourselves open for attack from another direction. All things must be considered and we must have reports from around the Empire to know the true extent of the situation. These reports must be thoroughly investigated to ensure they are based on fact and have not been dispersed by the enemy. If the Paatin can sneak an army behind our defences-and they have already done this once before-it could be the end for us all. The loss of the magicians only reinforces our need to take care.’

‘I agree,’ Grand Master Gallivan called back. ‘Let us take all the time in the world. When the invaders are here shooting arrows over our walls, we can meet them with tea and discuss their demands over biscuits.’

‘The brazen nerve!’ a man to Samuel’s left called aloud, before abruptly shutting his mouth and sinking into his seat as old Anthem swung his gaze towards him.

As a murmuring disquiet began, Grand Master Anthem calmed the room by gently raising his palms, displaying to the gathering his most reassuring expression. ‘What Grand Master Gallivan is saying, and what I must reinforce, is that we have seen what the Paatin invaders are capable of, in person. Reports have been pouring in, ever since, of our losses against them, and we have been almost powerless to react. These desert barbarians, as some have been calling them, are marching their way towards us and devouring the Empire as they go. The Empire is fragmented and weakened after the death of our revered Emperor and the ensuing war with the north. We have lost contact entirely with most of the territories. We can no longer continue to deny our current predicament. We must take action, and quickly, or we may find it is too late. The poisoning of the Order should only strengthen our resolve to act quickly, before more of our numbers are lost.’

Again,the assembly roared with disbelief and outrage. During the fracas, Samuel could not but help notice Master Celios and his neighbour whispering back and forth to each other. The noise began gathering momentum, but this time it was General Ruardin who spoke up,quellingthenoiseat once with his booming voice.

‘Quieten down! I have sat here patiently since our Emperor’s death and watched your petty arguments decide the fate of our Empire. I had once imagined that there were few amongst you who would knowingly place your own interests before our great and noble Empire. Sadly, I have come to realise that the Empire started rotting from within the same day our beloved Emperor was slain, and that it was you here, you supposed patriots, that have driven us into our current state.’ No one dared to speak up against the general’s fury. ‘Listen,then, to the Empress. You have all been given ample time to come up with a solution, but all I hear are more excuses and delays. I have taken the liberty of speaking with Her Highness in private. Some of you here may still remember that the Empire has been placed into her care until Emperor Leopold becomes of age and her word is law. We have spoken long and well, and the decision is this: if you do not present her with a plan of action within three days’ time, I will open the gates and send the Royal Guard to war.’

There was an audible gasp from around the chamber, but still, under threat of attracting Anthem or Ruardin’s wrath, no one dared let out more noise than that.

‘Please reconsider, Your Majesty,’ Chancellor Donovan pleaded to his Empress. ‘I do wish you would speak with us before making rash decisions of this kind. Without the Royal Guard, the city will be defenceless.’

‘Don’t fret, Chancellor Donovan,’ Empress Lillith told him. ‘We have not committed ourselves to this course of action just yet. Indeed, we would never send the entire Guard away and that comes more as a threat to you than anything.But if any more of the Empire falls, there will be precious little point in even defending Cintar. I will give you the promised three days to find a solution to this dilemma, but if a suitable plan is not presented,our threat will come to fruition. I trust you will work together and think well. You may use all the resources of the Empire to help with this task.’

‘I beg to correct you, Your Majesty,’ Councillor Madhaven, sitting several seats down, spoke up, ‘but Imperial edict signed by yourself states that a majority vote of your council must be gained before such decisions can be enacted. This is against your own decree and cannot be permitted, by your own word and law.’

‘I actually do remember most of what you put before me to sign, Councillor. I may not have Turian blood in my veins, but I do have the semblance of an education. Despite what powers you have managed to wrest from me, General Ruardin can still make such commands in times of war such as this.’

At that, Madhaven swallowed his pompous pride and nodded graciously. ‘Of course, Your Majesty.’

‘Weshall apply ouselves to your challenge,’ Donovan announced, ‘and report our plans back to you on the third day. I agree that we have been tardy, so I think I speak for all when I say we will commit ourselves entirely and prepare a plan of action worthy of the need. Given the seriousness of the day, I suggest we adjourn this gathering immediately and begin our work at once.’

‘Agreed,’ Empress Lillith returned.

Chancellor Donovan plucked up the gavel on his desk and struck it on its block, making a resounding crack that sounded the end of the meeting.

The congregation rose and began to meander out. Samuel was doing the same when he noticed a disturbance in the crowd beside Master Celios. He pushed his way through to see what was happening, with Goodfellow following closely behind, and found a tussle going on between Celios, his attendant and an agitated woman. The two men were doing their best to keep her quiet, but the woman was bawling and struggling against the both of them.

‘Give me back my husband!’ she was wailing, and the parting crowd regarded the scene with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

‘Keep your hands off him, my good woman!’ Celios instructed and he finally managed to pull the woman away from his indignant attendant. ‘Your husband is busy with his duties. Return to your chambers!’

‘That is all I have heard every day! When will he return to me? I have not seen him in months. My husband has been taken from me!’

‘He is not taken, you foolish woman!’ Celios said angrily. ‘Open your eyes. We all must make sacrifices in these days of turmoil. Go home and be patient.’

With that, some younger maidservants helped the desperate woman away. Celios’ attendant patted his clothes back into place and had to tuck his ruffled shirt back into his pants.

‘Who is that man?’ Samuel asked of Goodfellow.

‘I understand it is Sir Ferse. He has been assigned to take care of Master Celios, while our seer struggles with his…difficulties.’

‘Sir Ferse? But why would a Lord of the court be relegated to such subservient duties?’

‘I have no idea,’ Goodfellow responded. ‘There are so many strange things happening these days, I have given up asking questions.’

‘That sounds like good sense. I think I shall do the same,’ Samuel said and they pushed their way out of the room and set about to find their lunch.

It was mid-morning of the second day after the Empress’ ultimatum and Samuel was once again resting inhistowerroomhigh above the city. He had been feeling glum since the loss of Master Glim and was content to remain alone with his thoughts in his room, while the palace pondered its fate. He had just been peering out the window, lured by some disturbance far below, when Goodfellow burst in without a pause, bearing bad news.

‘The Empress has vanished!’ he declared.

‘What are you talking about?’ Samuel asked at once.

‘She retired to her chambersyesterday eveningand that was the last that was seen of her. She and her son have both disappeared.’

Samuel was beyond belief. ‘How could she disappear? She must be in the palace somewhere.’

‘She’s not in the palace. They’ve looked everywhere.’

‘Did they look in the dungeons?’ Samuel asked.

‘Everywhere,’ Goodfellow replied. ‘They’ve scoured the palace with hounds already and there is not a scent of her to be found.’

‘Magic?’

‘Nothing. Not a spell in sight. It looks like the palace was somehow infiltrated and she was bundled away, along with Leopold. General Ruardin is having a fit and is going through the palace staff like a wildfire. So far, no one seems to have seen anything and no oneelseis missing.’

Samuel drew his cloak from the wall. ‘Then let’s go and see if we can help. Things just keep getting worse and worse, don’t they?’

The palace was,indeed,in a frenzy as they made through the halls. Guards were present at every intersection and doorway, scrutinising everyone who passed. They even stopped the two magicians, asking their names and checking them against a list, which in itself was a sign of the extreme situation.

When they finally tracked down Grand Master Anthem, he was in a small meeting room with General Ruardin and Chancellor Donovan. Several other scribes were sitting in front of a bundle of papers, furiously sorting and scribbling on the piles before them. The door was open, and messengers and soldiers were filing in and out, making reports and receiving instructions. It seemed they had quickly established a plan of operation and the three men were busy with maps of the city,makingmarkshere and there as they received reports. Either,the three of them had agreed to cooperate for the sake of the Empress, or they were stubbornly competing to command the search-Samuel was not sure.

‘We just heard,’ said Samuel. ‘Is there something we can do?’

‘Not just yet,’ Anthem replied, ‘but it’s good you came. Wait here for instructions. I’m sure we will have use for you shortly. We have the whole city to scour, but we need to prepare for the fact that the Empress and young Leopold may already be beyond the walls.’

‘You don’t think they could have been murdered, do you?’ Goodfellow asked and General Ruardin almost speared him with a pointed stare.

‘We haven’t come to that conclusion yet. Everything points to a kidnapping, as there has been neither bloodfoundnor body recovered.’

Just then, one of the captains from the Royal Guard came whispering into Chancellor Donovan’s ear. As the soldier rushed back out, Donovan turned to them all with a look of concern. ‘They’ve just found something in the harbour.’

‘What is it?’ Ruardin asked.

‘A ship,a monstrous ship beyond anything our harbour-men have ever seen.’

‘Where did it come from?’ Anthem asked the man.

‘No one knows,’ Donovan replied. ‘It seems it must have come into the harbour overnight. Everyone has been asked to keep their distance until we can send someone to investigate. Apparently, the ship has floated into the harbour by chance, although such a thing seems remarkable. Its sails are gone and it’s in quite a state, from what I have just been told. The harbour-men are calling it a ghost ship. They are requesting the aid of the Order, just in case. At a time like this, it seems almost certainly connected with the kidnapping. At the very least, we cannot discount the fact until it has been investigated.’

Grand Master Anthem turned his attention to Samuel and Goodfellow. ‘Do you remember me saying you may be needed?’

Coursing across the harbour brought back memories of the night the Merry Widow had been stricken upon the rocks. Samuel was only thankful that it was daylight, as in his opinion the only thing worse than being at sea was being at sea at night, even if they were within the safety of the harbour.

Grand Master Gallivan, standing alone in his magic-driven vessel, led their tiny fleet, while Samuel and the Erics were huddled in another with oarsmen driving them forward. From the moment he first sighted the monstrous vessel far ahead, an awful feeling-a dreaded foreboding-sat deep in the pit of Samuel’s stomach. As they neared, he could see the ship was as thick as five of the Empire’s greatest ships stacked side by side, and longer than seven or eight. It towered above the other vessels, as if a fortress had been somehowerectedon water. Imperial ships had already been brought alongside; each looking dwarfed as they waited beside it. Each craft sat patiently-not too close to the mysterious vessel-waiting for the magicians to come.

The longboats arrived at the side of the ship and Samuel had to crane his neck to look up at it, almost as if the walls of some floating city lay above him. A few soldiers went first, standing in their boats and throwing their hooks up over the side. It took them several attempts,for few of the men had a strong enough arm to reach the top. They scaled up and, after a few quiet moments, a number of roped ladders they had carried with them came tumbling over the side.

The soldiers in the other longboats began scampering up, while the three magicians sat looking at each other expectantly.

‘Right,’ Goodfellow said nervously. ‘Who’s first?’

‘I’ll go,’ Eric Pot added and stood, careful not to rock the boat. He put his foot onto the first rung and started to climb the treacherous wooden slats with Samuel following after him. They had said nothing toeach other duringthe whole trip across the bay and Samuel was thankful to be out of the little boat, if only for that reason.

Clambering over the rails and onto the deck of the ship, Samuel began to believe this truly was a ghost ship. There was no sign of any sailsattached tothe masts, which themselves werebroken andmissing greatchunks. Holes and scorch marks covered the decking, as if the ship had barely survived some heated battle. Goodfellow came up behind him, adjusting his spectacles and swallowing nervously at the scene.

Grand Master Gallivan began inspecting the decks, sending out scores of spells to investigate, while more soldiers climbed aboard. Many stood with their weapons ready, faces looking somewhat pale.

Finally, the commanding officer for the men, Captain Riggadardian, scrambled over the side railing and began looking about without worry or hurry, patting his uniform back into place. Samuel had had little to do with the man previously. He seemed a tad too sure of himself, as Turians commonly did, but rumour had it he was a capable commander.

‘Report!’ Riggadardian commanded.

‘Nothing yet, Sir!’ one of his men shouted back. ‘It looks abandoned and has seen extensive battle. I’d say it’s also been at sea a long time-several months at least. There are entrances to below decks fore, aft and middle, and several doors leading into the deckhouses. This thing is enormous, but it’s in terrible shape. I don’t know who built it or where it came from, but it’s seen better days.’

‘Magicians, what do you sense?’ the captain asked.

Samuel and the two Erics walked over to wherethe captain andGallivan stood together.

‘I can sense people below the deck. Not many. No magicians,’ Gallivan said, eyeing the towering structures of the ship. ‘No one above.’

‘Scour the rooms one by one,’ Riggadardian called aloud. ‘Leave no speck of vessel hidden.’

Just then,a door creaked open and magicians and soldiers alike turned to see some figures stepping out onto the decks. It was a small group of men and women, emaciated and thin. They shuffled out, seven in total, heedless to the swords raised towards them, and they waited, keeping their eyes to the floor.

‘What is this?’ Riggadardian whispered to Gallivan beside him.

‘They are unarmed, Captain,’ the magician responded, ‘and obviously in no state to cause us harm.’

‘Any more of them?’ the tight-bearded captain asked.

Gallivan cocked his head slightly to the side, scanning the ship for signs of life. ‘Plenty of rats and lice, but no other people below decks. Nothing else of note that I can detect. Still, send your men down to look around. There may be clues as to what has happened here.’

Samuel could feel this was true, but there was also something else. Somewhere, deep inside the ship, he could feel that something was present,something heavy with magic, but somehow hiddenfromhis senses. He knew he should make some mention of it, but Gallivan and the others did not seem to feel it. He thought it could be his own paranoia, for it was not so much magic he could sense-more like something…missing.

‘Then the Empress is not here,’ Riggadardian said,with disappointment. He recovered his composure and sent his men scrambling away to look into every nook and cranny on board the vessel. He approached the sorry group that had come crawling from beneath the decks. They looked as if they had barely survived some recent and harrowing calamity.

‘Who are you?’ he asked firmly. ‘Where are you from?’

None of them responded. They continued staring down at the deck, a mixed cluster of men and women, dressed in tattered rags. Their hair was matted and their skin was filthy. Riggadardian’s men eyed the group warily and stood no closer to them than need be.

‘Open your mouths!’ one of the soldiers bellowed, gesturing with his sword from afar, but the people remained quiet and motionless.

‘Grand Master Gallivan,’ the captain implored over his shoulder and the magician stepped up beside him. The two of them faced the emaciated survivors. ‘What on earth can you make of this?’

‘It seems evident that this ship is not within Turian or Garten capabilities. I have never seen or heard of anything remotely like it. I surmise that this ship and these people are not from Amandia and must be from some distant land we have not yet explored. And,from appearances, I’d say they’ve come a long way and are within days of perishing. This ship seems beyond navigation, wouldn’t you say?’

Riggadardian nodded with sureness. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it, but, with no sails and no capacity for oars or any other method of propulsion that I can see, it could have been floating around for any amount of time, although, it seems incredible that they somehow entered the harbour without being caught upon the rocks. There seems to be more than just luck involved. It would take manymore than these few survivors to manage a vessel of this size. I can only guess the crew have all perished.’

‘I agree. Normally I would suggest magic has been at work here, but none of this lot is capable. Let me have a closer look at them.’

Gallivan stepped towards the nearest survivor and held out his open palms to her. Gently, he put his hand to her chin and raised her face so he could look into her eyes. The woman was young, still in her late teens, and she made no effort to resist. In the light, it became evident her skin was not entirely filthy, but was deeply tanned and her eyes were angled, in the manner of the Western Isles.

‘Give them food and water immediately, Captain,’ Gallivan instructed. ‘I’d guess there’s none left aboard this ship, judging from the state they’re in. We can find a method to communicate with them later. Wherever they are from, it seems quite certain they are not involved with the loss of the Empress. Such a task is well beyond them in this condition. Keep guards on them while we search the rest of the ship, but I feel they are of little threat to us. Send word back to the palace. The search must continue elsewhere.’

Riggadardian agreed and called for rations and water to be brought over from one of the Turian vessels. The cluster of survivors remained still, but they occasionally glanced up to follow the movements around them.

‘Grand Master Gallivan,’ Samuel beckoned, while the others were investigating the curiosities of the ship, ‘I feel there is something else on this ship.’

‘Oh?’ the raven-haired magician responded with interest. ‘I feel nothing out of the ordinary. What do you sense?’

‘I don’t know. There’s something here, below us. It’s there, but not there. It’s difficult to describe.’

‘Perhaps something deliberately hidden?’ Gallivan mused. ‘I feel nothing, but I trust your senses, Lord Samuel. Take some guards and see what you can find.’

The Erics had climbed up onto one of the great deckhouses and were peering about, so Samuel started tentatively into the doorway from where the survivors had emerged, peeking into the strangely designed interior. Soldiers were moving about hurriedly and had already gone in before him, but he still felt as if he was entering into a beast’s lair. As he stepped over the high threshold and into the ship, he could not help but notice one of the male survivors tracking him subtly with his narrow eyes.

The cavernous ship was filled with narrow passages and rooms and it immediately became apparent that searching its entirety would take considerable time. He peered into some of the roomsand sawscraps of furniture here and there, but otherwise the insides of vessel had been gutted. It seemed as if portions of the walls had at one time been stuck with papers or decorations, but even these had been stripped away, leaving behind only scraps of paper backing. Small windows in the outermost walls let in sufficient light but,as he progressed further into the ship, its passageways further darkened.

He fiddled with the ancient relic in his pocket, wishing that it was reliable enough to cast some light unto the scene. Instead, he was forced to ask one of Riggadardian’s men for a lantern and he held it out nervously before him, wishing its radiance could banish away the shadows and his feeling of dread.

He squeezed past the soldiers as he met them, twisting round curling stairways and delving deeper into the ship until even the busy footsteps above him sounded far and muffled, and there was only the gurgling of water against the hull of the ship to keep him company. He thought about turning around and summoning some of Riggadardian’s men to accompany him, but his magician’s curiosity now had the better of him, and he continued on; drawn down deeper into the bowels of the plundered vessel by the strange feeling in his stomach that there was something here, waiting to be discovered.

Turning one corner, Samuel found himself in a long corridor that must have run along the centre of the ship. It was a strange passage, for it had no doors or branches along its length, and was marked only at the end by a single,closed door. There were no portholes to grant him light and he judged that he must be well beneath the water level, somewhere between the cargo holds and ballast spaces at the very bottom of the craft. Any further down and he guessed he would be stepping over the giant curved ribs that gave such vessels their strength-assuming, of course, that this ship had been built similarly to the Imperial designs he was familiar with.

Unlike those Imperial ships, however, this vessel barely moved with the waves that harassed it outside,splashing and bubbling far above. It sat in the water as steady as a rock, perhaps due to some fact of its design, or perhaps merely because of its massive size. Despite this, he felt unsteady and had to reach out to the wall for support. At first, he thought it was just his eyes playing tricks on him, but then he realised there was something wrong with the ship or his senses. The passageway seemed to be pulsing and the sensation grew by the moment,contorting and twisting like a swallowing gullet, as if trying to draw him down towards the far door.

He tried to shake the vision from his eyes, but it would not be banished. Samuel could only hold up his lantern and take leaden steps along the passage. The thought of turning and fleeing threatened to overwhelm him, but somehow he kept on going; one step at a time along the churning corridor until,finally, he found himself standing just before the door at its end, sweating and trembling.

The air seemed to be humming like wasps around his ears and he felt, as he slowly reached his quivering hand out towards the latch,that at any moment the portal would burst open and devour him. Somehow, despite the fact his magician’s senses told him nothing was there, he was convinced that sitting on the other side of the door was something terrible and massive, like a lurking creature from one of his nightmares, guarding its precious hoard. The desire to scream and run away almost overcame him, but he dared not turn his back to the door lest something should creep out after him. He could not remember experiencing such fear in his life and it had him shaking and trembling,as if with a fever,and the lantern was rattling wildly in his hand-he had to keep his fist clutched as tight as he could to keep it from leaping free. His blood was roaring in his ears and his heart sounded like a booming drum.

Then, as his finger finally met the icy brass latch, the strangeness ceased and all was again still and quiet. The tension and dread that had saturated the air fell away and Samuel found himself looking all around with bewilderment. There he was, standing at the end of a perfectly normal passage, although cold and wet with sweat. He felt foolish, hardly able to imagine what had caused his fear, for there was no hint as to anything that could haveelicitedsuch feelings. Still, he looked behind him, hoping someone else would appear at the end of the corridor to lend him their company.

After a few momentsoflistening intently for footsteps, Samuel realised no one else was coming, and so he resolutely returned his attention to the door. He lifted the latch-for it seemed the door had been sealed from the outside-and pushed the portal all the way in.It issuing a great creaking groan as it swung in on its great forged hinges.

The room within was filled with a darkness that his lantern seemed hesitant to penetrate. He stepped in, holding his light source forth and peering into the void. He waved his hand to and fro, trying to burn away the dark, but his eyes were taking their good time to make out the details within. The sour smell of mould and mildew crawled its way up into his nostrils as he blinked and peered into the darkness.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw that there was something squatting directly in front of him, only three arms’ lengths away, as if it had been waiting for him to arrive. It was a great bulking thing and,if Samuel had not been frozen to the spot,he would have dropped his lantern and run back out the door as fast as he could. It took a moment before he could gather himself, for the thing did not leap or roar or do any of the things his primitive fears had first assumed it might do. In fact, it took him quite a while to realise that he was actually looking at something more like a mound of furs-an inanimate bundle-rather than some beast crouched on its haunches.

He had almost dismissed the pile altogether, when something glinted in the light and again he took a sudden breath. There, amongst the dark fur and shadow of the heap, were two eyes looking back at him. Bravely, he raised his lantern towards it and the light fell upon a patch amongst the fur that had been painted and coloured with swirling patterns of brown and red. Indeed, almosthidden amongst the patterns was a set of eyes and the thing started blinking at the brightness of his lamp.

A hole opened below the eyes and Samuel realised the thing was now gape-mouthed, givingita look of surprise to match his own. Astonishingly, as he looked closer at the mound and began to come to terms with what he was beholding, he realised it was some kind of person that faced him, a personsitting in an enormous chair and draped in layers ofreekingfurs and cloths. The occupant of the chair was blinking and moving its head,as if examining him in return, but it was difficult to believe that this was a human he was observing. Unlike every other living thing he had ever seen, this one had absolutely no aura of life around it. He barely knew what to think of it. No matter how much he concentrated his magician’ssightupon the thing, there was no energy at all to suggest that this was, in fact, a living entity of any description.

He was about to say something to voice his puzzlement when the thing he was staring at beat him to it and spoke in a whisper that cut the silence of the ominous chamber.

‘What are you?’ it asked of Samuel, its voice a mix of fear and curiosity.

There were two surprises for Samuel in this: first, the voice was that of a young woman. Why she was sitting alone in this dark chamber, dressed in this way was unfathomable, but that was not the end of it. The second andevengreater surprise was that she spoke in perfect Old Tongue-the language of magicians. It was a language lost to common folk inages long past. For a woman to speak this, now and in such a setting, was astonishing, to say the least. Every attempt his mind made to grasp hold of the situation only seemed to confound him further.

Samuel hesitated, not sure if or how to answer, and the woman raised herself and took a step forwards. Most of her bulk slid away from her shoulders and Samuel realised that a good portion of her many-layered gown had been draped over the arms and back of the high-backed chair, exaggerating the size of them both. It could once have been a decorative dress or cloak meant for the cold, but the fur was so old and matted that now it looked horrendous-as if some diseased creature had died across her shoulders and sloughedits skindown upon her. She raised her arm and pointed to Samuel’s face with a long, black, painted fingernail.

‘Why have you come here?’ she demanded. Any hint of softness from that first whisper was gone and she now spoke with a voice that crackled as if she was a hundred years old. ‘Begone!’ The patterns drawn on her face contorted and exaggerated her features, seemingly designed to make her appear fierce and ghoulish.

‘I am Lord Samuel,’ he responded in Turian, for it seemed a sacrilege to communicate with a woman in the hallowed language of magicians. ‘Why do you speak in the Old Tongue? How do you know this?’

She cocked her head to the side, as if pausing to digest what he had said, before responding in her ancient voice. ‘Don’t cackle at me, demon! Take me to your realm if you must, but do it quickly and put this nightmare to an end so I may awake.’

‘I am no demon,’ Samuel replied, matching her now in using the Old Tongue and she took a step back in surprise.

‘You speak!’ the wretched-looking woman declared with dismay. ‘What manner of creature are you?’

He was about to answer, when some of Riggadardian’s men came trampling down the corridor and trundled in with their lanterns and swords in their hands.

‘The magician’s found someone!’ one of them declared. ‘Take her upstairs!’ and before Samuel could react they were bustling the woman out of the door.

She seemed to struggle in her clothing to move at any speed, but the sight of their prodding swords kept her moving forward and she cackled and hissed at them all the way. Samuel followed behind, taking the long and twisting path that led back to the surface, still struggling to comprehend what he had found.

When they emerged back out onto the deck, the other survivors were squatting on their heels and eating ravenouslythefood Riggadardian must have provided, but they abandoned their feasting and stood straight on sight of the woman. She joined them and they gathered around her, talking quietly and below comprehension, but with excitement.

‘What’s all this?’ Goodfellow asked, alerted by the commotion and coming over to join Samuel. ‘Andwhatis that?’ he added, pointing to the raggedly-dressed woman with undisguised bewilderment.

‘I think it’s a woman.’

‘Astounding. She seems to be completely concealed,’ Eric Pot said, also coming to the join them with Grand Master Gallivan at his side. Both of them were probing at the woman with an assortment of spells.

‘No,’ Gallivan himself answered, lookingascurious as ever and twirling his long moustache thoughtfully. ‘Not unless they are the best spells I have ever seen. She has nopresencewhatsoever. If I’m not mistaken, we have found another mystery to match that of the curious Lord Samuel.’ Gallivan looked from Samuel to the woman and back again. ‘What perplexing times these are. It’s not enough that we have a magician who defies all explanation, but now a woman, seemingly cut from the same mould,comes to our shores. This is even more baffling than before. Can it have any meaning?’

Samuel shook his head. ‘I don’t know.’

‘It appears you’re not quite as unique as you thought, Samuel,’ Eric said wryly, but Samuel ignored the sting in his comment. ‘Now we have a woman to match you.’

‘There’s something else,’ Samuel began. ‘She speaks the Old Tongue.’

Gallivan looked towards the group and formed a spell of Listening, amplifying their whisperings to be audible to his ear. ‘Indeed, you are correct. Indeed, they all do.’

‘But they’re not magicians,’ Eric said, stating the obvious.

‘No,’ Gallivan mused. ‘But they are obviously something. I think the time has come to ask some questions.’

The four magicians went over to the group, who all looked back at them expectantly.

‘Where have you come from?’ Gallivan asked them, using the language of magicians.

At that, one of them spoke up. He had used some of the water to wash the grime from his face, and Samuel could see he also had olive skin and narrow eyes. He nodded slightly before replying using perfect Old Tongue,although the intonation was somewhat strange and the grammar unusual. ‘We are from the Nation of Koia. Thank you for the hospitality of this meal. We throw ourselves at your mercy for,as you can see, our vessel is in dire need of repair and we have lost our entire crew and company. We are the last of our party and close to starvation. We finished our water only yesterday and had given up hope.’ He looked around at the bay encircling them and the city huddled on its shore. ‘We really had no idea we had found land until just now. It is,indeed,a remarkable thing.’

‘How is it that you speak the Old Tongue?’ Gallivan asked.

‘I do not know this name. I only speak what I speak. This is our mothertongue, which we call Koian. I must admit, I am curious to ask how you have learnt it, in this land so far away from our own.’

‘We can discuss this later,’ Gallivan answered. ‘What is important is that we can communicate. I suggest you come to the palace and rest, after which time we can speak at length. I’m afraid you will find that you have arrived at an unfortunate time and there will be many questions for you. Are you the leader of these people?’

The man bowed his head again. ‘Now I am. The others have died and so I have assumed the role of ambassador. We will be very pleased to accompany you but,before we submit to your requests, I must ask you, in what manner do you take us? Are we your captors or your guests?’

‘I can see that you are in a position of need, so we will provide you what assistance we can. You have no need to fear from us and can consider yourselves our guests, for the time being. As I have said, we will have many questions and I will not be the one to decide your final fate.’

The ambassador seemed content with the answer and sighed with relief. ‘That is a fair response. I am glad that you seem to be a people of reason. Then, given that we are indeed your guests, would you ask your men to lower their weapons and allow us to move freely? We are simple people and the sight of such things is greatly alarming.’

‘I would ask you one more question first,’ Gallivan said. ‘What has happened to you and everyone on board? And why is this ship so bare? There’s hardly anything on board except you and the clothes you’re standing in. It strikes me as a very unusual state of affairs.’

‘We finished our food several weeks ago and have been subsisting on what we could catch from the sea, which was, unfortunately, very little. Everyone else on the ship either died in our escape from Koia, or has perished in the time since from starvation or illness. At one stage, we were sinking and sowehad to throw almost everything else overboard until we discovered how to operate the pumping equipment. Unfortunately, none of us who survived hassailing skills. The other things we burned,for warmth and light and to cook our fish. We are court officials of mediocre importance and all the important envoys amongst us have perished. Can I ask you in return, what is the name of this land?’

‘This continent is called Amandia. You have reached the city of Cintar, home of the Turian people and seat of the Turian Empire.’

The ambassador bowed deeply before Gallivan and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. ‘Then we throw ourselves upon the mercy of the great Turian Empire. I have heard of this land called Amandia, but it is unfortunate that I have not yet heard the glories of your wondrous empire.’

‘One more thing,’ Gallivan asked and the Koian man awaited the next question patiently. ‘Who is that woman?’ he asked, pointing directly to the strangely-clothed woman who had been stowed below the decks.

The ambassador chuckled as if Gallivan was attempting to tease him. He smiled broadly, but began to look nervous as Gallivan stood waiting for the answer.

‘Surely you jest, kind Sir,’ the man replied. ‘Don’t you recognise her? She is God.’

The Koian survivors were taken to guestrooms in the palace and given the opportunity to clean themselves and rest. They had taken their belongings from the ship, which consisted only of several trunks of clothing that had been piled up in the room with the woman they claimed to be their god. Their ship, meanwhile, was anchored in placeso thatthe Imperial engineers could examine it. Such a mighty construction was beyond their knowledge, but the chance to improve their seafaring abilities could not be missed. Theyteemedover it like baby spiders released from their eggs, marvelling at the complexities and difficulties of constructing and sailing such an enormous vessel.

A summons soon arrivedforSamuel and Goodfellowto attend court and theyfound themselves hurrying into the crowded palace stateroom. Once again, every notable face of the city was present and an air of excitement saturated the room.

‘Lord Samuel, Master Goodfellow, please come in and sit down,’ Grand Master Anthem called, for the pair had arrived last of all.

Eric was already there sitting opposite and he nodded unenthusiastically as they sat and adjusted their robes into place. Chancellor Donovan was obviously already deep into discussion at that point and he continued once the room had returned to quiet.

‘So it seems, after extensive questioning by Lord Rubrick, that the arrival of these Koian representatives from the Court of Empress Moon has nothing to do with our current predicament. We can assist them with food and shelter, but little else, for they have troubles of their own. It is apparent that their own nation has fallen into war and they have fled its battered shores. Before we begin our other business, the Koian survivors would like to address the court and express their thanks. Lord Rubrick will translate for those of you of the court who may not understand.’

Rubrick stood and cleared his throat. His voice was gruff anyway and so the effort seemed to make little difference. ‘What you will hear us speaking is the Old Tongue. It is very unusual for it to be heard by any outside the Order or by anyone who is not a magician but,as youhave observed, everything in these difficult days has become very…complicated.’

All eyes turned to an antechamber door, which opened to allow the Koians to enter the main room. They now appeared cleaned and in new clothes made to their own style and their prominent features were now more evident than ever. Their skin was tanned deeply and their hair was black and glossy. The men wore their hair in short ponytails that reached to their shoulder blades, while the women’shairhung down to the small of their backs. Their eyes were narrow, but their eyelids seemed oversized, making them look positively alien. They obviously had a relationship to the people of the Spice Islands, for Master Rubrick himself had some hint of their features in his blood; however,the Koian faces seemed far more exaggerated and bizarre thanthat ofthe olive-skinned magician.

There was quite a bit of murmuring from the audience as the Koians sauntered forwards to the centre of the room. Whereas before they were meek and even pitiful, a few days’ rest had made all the difference.

Last amongst the party, and causing the greatest commotion as she entered, was the strangely-decorated old woman, walking with the other female Koians at her sides. Her face was again painted beyond recognition and her clothing had changed, although it was no less outlandish than the last furred outfitin whichshe had been found. Now, she wore a great feathered gown that had large bundles of coloured cloth gathered up and tiedinseemingly random positions. She wore a voluminous,black wig that seemed almost solidandhad two jagged antlers protruding from its sides, making her appear utterly bestial. Her appearance seemed to make no sense, but at least she had bathed and the overpowering stench had been washed away with the grime.

The magicians in the room pointed to the woman openly and then gestured towards and remarked about Samuel, obviously comparing their peculiar magical traits.

‘We thank the Imperial Court of Turia for recognising us,’ one of the Koian men began, echoed by Lord Rubrick, who translated for thebenefitof the court. It was the same man who had spoken aboard their ship, and it was now evident that he had grey wisps at the sides of his head, and seemed the oldest of the four men. The three remaining Koian men stood spread behind their leader and they passed their eyes calmly over the crowd that sat assessing them. ‘And we thank you for rescuing us from our fates at sea. I am Ambassador Canyon and I would like to pass to you a blessing from Empress Moon. She had sent us towards a different destination, but fate has found us here. It is fitting, then, that her blessings should fall to you, our saviours. I must apologise for throwing ourselves upon your mercy in a time of your own misfortune. At any other time, we would greet you in a matter befitting two such brother Empires. However, I fear that given we have been delayed so long andconsideringthe state of our nation when we left it, there is little chance that Koia still exists in any meaningful form.’

‘With whom have you been at war?’ asked Chancellor Donovan, curious.

‘With the Eudans. While we are a peaceful people, we excel at sea travel and trade. We exchanged our technologies with them in exchange for goods and food. Unfortunately, once they had our knowledge, they used it to invade our lands in a war that has lasted fourteen years. Finally, Empress Moon sent us out in twenty of our last and greatest ships to escape. We were assailed only two days into our trip by Eudan warships based on our own designs, andwelost our captain and half the crew. We fled blindly, without our navigation equipment and separated from the fleet. We were supposed to find the land of Fisk, far to the south of here but,unwittingly,followed the trail of the Western Isles. The continent of Amandia is known to us, but we have not traded so far north in many generations.’

‘We are familiar with Fisk, but we have not heard of your land. I have a question,’ Donovan stated, and Lord Rubrick translated. ‘What do you plan to do now, given that your mission has been such a disaster? As I believe you have been told, we are also besieged bywarringnations and it is beyond our capabilities to come to your aid.’

The one called Canyon gathered himself and went on. ‘As I mentioned, our captain and superiors were all killed. Our ship, as you saw, is ruined. We have no way of returning home, but that was never our intent. We were commanded to escape and escape we have, so our mission has not been a disaster at all. It is with glad hearts that we stand here having finally found success, when only days ago we were on the brink of total failure.’

Chancellor Donovan scoffed at this and looked atthe visitorswith amusement. ‘My good man, I have no idea how you can call your presence here a success in any form. You lost nineteen enormous ships and who knows how many men. Of all your numbers,only the eight of you survived. It seems like the most terrible of losses imaginable. Not only that, but you seem to have leapt from the frying pan into the fire, for we are currently vying for our lives ourselves. Our city could be assailed at any time and you could soon be under threat once again.’

Ambassador Canyon absorbed the news indifferently. ‘Still, we managed tofulfilour command. That is all that matters. If you wish us to leave, we can-if that is your meaning.’

‘Inform the ambassador from Koia that he and his party can remain our guests for as long as they like,’ Councillor Madhaven said, having chatted briefly with the others around him. ‘I think we have established that you are of no threat to the Empire and that the court will agree with me in that regard-in the Empress’ absence, of course. In return, I understand our navy would like the chance to examine your vessel to further their own designs.’

‘That ship is ruined, noble Sir, and has served its purpose. We need it no more. Please accept it as the most meagre of gifts.’

‘Tell me, Ambassador Canyon,’ High Lord Jacobs spoke up, obviously eager to get the question out. ‘Can you possibly introduce the rest of your party?’

The Koian seemed surprised and was quick to respond. ‘Yes, of course. It is not customary amongst the noble houses of Koia to introduce the lesser servants but,in this situation, I am barely more than a servant myself, so please allow me to introduce them. This is Stone, Cloud and Horse.’ The three other men stood without movement or recognition that they had beennamed. ‘These are Lady Wind, Lady Leaf and Lady River.’ In contrast, at the sound of their names, the ladies nodded. Lady River was by far the youngest, while the other two were well into middle age.

During this time, the magicians chortled amongst themselves as the names were mentioned, and many of the others gathered also did so, on hearing the translation. Quite conspicuously, the costumed woman was left unmentioned and she continued standing motionless amongst them, as if she had been carved from wood.

‘And…’ Jacobs prompted, raising his finger towards her. ‘Who is that one?’

The question almost set the ambassador knocking at the knees and he looked nervously to his male colleagues behind him. ‘I…I don’t know how to answer, kind Sir. Do you not know who she is?’

‘Of course I don’t. None of us do. You’ve all just arrived so how could we possibly know who she is!’

‘Again, please forgive me. Forgive us all, members of the noble court. I thought it was clear,’ he added, nodding around the room. ‘Our customs are obviously quite different in this manner.’ Sweat was somehow already pouring down his brow and he looked again to his companions,as if pleading for help, but they ignored him altogether. The ambassador finally gathered the strength to explain himself and forged on. ‘She is the reason we were sent from our embattled homeland. Empress Moon charged us with the highest honour and responsibility-to keep her from the Eudans. This is why I concluded that our mission was a success, for we have saved the greatest treasure in existence.’

‘That thing is a woman?’ High Lord Jacobs asked. ‘What makes her so valuable that all those others were expendable just to save her?’

‘Why, she is the most precious thing in the universe. Countless wars have been fought over her since time began,including this latest one that has very nearly proved our ruin. She is the very foundation of all civilisation and other nations have eternally sought to attain her from us, her chosen people. She is our god.’

There was a disconcerted murmuring from around the room at this.

‘Your god? What do you call her?’ Jacobs asked, concerned.

‘We do not call her anything,’ the ambassador answered plainly. ‘What need has a god for names?’

Jacobs spoke briefly with those near him, before speaking up to the ambassador once again. ‘Are you saying that this hideous creature standing before us is the very reason your nation has now fallen?’

Ambassador Canyon looked shaken by this, and had to collect himself before responding, even managing a nervous smile. ‘The Eudans were seeking to take her, yes, and that is what started the war.’

‘All this to protect her?’ Jacobs continued. ‘It seems extreme.’

‘It is not so much that we are merely protecting her. By keeping her from capture, we are protecting everyone else.’

There was now frustration in Jacobs’ voice. ‘Really, you must explain yourself. This is just not making any sense.’

‘Our god is all-powerful, but not in any way that could benefit the Eudans. We tried to explain that to them, but they would not listen. They tried to lock her away and deny her the rituals that keep our society ordered and harmonious, but we would not let them. They would mistreat her and enslave our people in her name. If she dies improperly,it will not be a simple task to find her new mortal vessel and chaos would ensue. While she is free,the world is as it should be and our people can live in hope.’

There were a few moments of silence as everyone in the room digested what they had heard.

‘We will not argue with your beliefs and customs, as they may be, but I have one final and important question for you, Ambassador,’ Jacobs stated and he pointed to the costumed woman appointed as their god. ‘Is this woman a witch?’

Canyon was perplexed. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t understand the question.’ Forwitchwas an abstract term in the Old Tongue, and a bastardisation of standard words. It did not seem to exist in their vocabulary.

‘I’m asking you, does she practise magic?’ The question caused quite a furore amongst the magicians, for not only was such a thing forbidden, it was universally regarded as impossible. Samuel, however, had learned some exceptions to this rule. Anyone, man or woman, could access arcane powers through the black arts, by enacting forbidden rites or inciting the Ancient Lick, but it was physically impossible for a woman to harness true magic as practised by magicians. ‘I must inform you, good Ambassador, that we will know if you are lying and also that the penalty for practising witchcraft in the Empire is death.’

Ambassador Canyon waved his hands before himself to appease the room. ‘Oh, no. Of course not, good Lord. Magic of any kind is also forbidden in our nation. Any child found with an inclination towards it is quickly put to death. We would never resort to such things.’

The magicians in the room were incensed even further and some stood from their seats and vented their rage with shouts and shaking fists.

Grand Master Anthem took over from the failing efforts of High Lord Jacobs. ‘We thank you for your honest answer, Ambassador Canyon. I feel we should inform you that many of us here are actually magicians. Magic is accepted in Turia and we magicians are official appointees of the court. While magic wasoncenot tolerated across Amandia, we now consider it an acceptable practice-when used properly.’

The ambassador looked quite uncomfortable and scanned the various black-robed men in the room, seeming to get the point. ‘Forgive me, please. I did not know and did not mean to show disrespect. As I said, our customs do seem to vary considerably. Our god’s powers are beyond compare, but she is certainly nowitch-as you say.’

‘Why have you brought such an abomination to our shores!’ came an excited shout and all eyes turn to view the speaker. It was Master Celios who now stood from his place, looking flustered. ‘What dreaded and vile curses have you unleashed upon us! What have we done to deserve such a detestable fate?’ And he began spluttering and muttering profanities, throwing his hands in all directions.

‘Calm now, Master Celios,’ High Lord Jacobs called and Sir Ferse stepped up beside the old Master, holding him by the shoulder and speaking into his ear. Eventually, Celios calmed himself and sat down, looking somewhat bewildered.

‘Apologies, to our new friends,’ Anthem stated. ‘Master Celios is in a fragile state at present. Please forgive his outburst.’

‘It is nothing,’ Ambassador Canyon responded. ‘The elderly and infirm must be treated with respect and their embarrassments persevered.’

At this, Anthem scowled, for he was much older than Master Celios. Thankfully, for all involved, he let the remark pass.

‘I think it is decided then,’ Chancellor Donovan then stated. ‘If our respected members of the Order have no objections, you and your party will be guests of the Empire, until such time as you can decide your own fate. We aresatisfiedthat you are not related to the disappearance of our Empress and young Emperor Leopold.’

The ambassador was obviously relieved that the questioning had ended and let out a thankful sigh. ‘Then, if you do not mind, we will retire. I think it will take some time for us to regain our strength. These months have been trying.’

The Koian party readied to leave, but an old and crackling voice cut across the room.

‘Where are the women of the Order?’ It was the Koian god. She had raised a clawed hand in the direction of Grand Master Anthem and was pointing a long,black nail towards him. The room seemed frozen in place. Even the Koians had stopped mid-stride, looking to their costumedgod, aghast. She shambled a few steps towards the Grand Master, making her horns and costume quiver to and fro. ‘Speak up, old man! I’ve asked you a question!’

Anthem finally composed himself and stood to address the unsightly crone. ‘There are no women in the Order. Woman cannot wield magic. It is against the laws of nature.’

‘Ahhh,’ she responded, nodding so that her feathers shook up and down. ‘So it is…so it is, old man. You’ve spoken well, for your kind.’

With that, her attendants quickly surrounded her and bustled her off, with the ambassador leaving last, bowing nervously as he fled the room.

‘Goodness,’ Chancellor Donovan stated. ‘At least we have that matter settled. Now we must face more pressing issues.’ He then set about rearranging some of the papers that sat before him before continuing. ‘Many days have passed and there has been no success in finding the Empress or young Emperor Leopold. In consequence, the plan that was to be presented to her has been delayed. The Empireiswaveringat this stage-another blow to our hearts-but we must, as you have suggested, good magicians, put this latest setback behind us. We must forge ahead,lest our homelands be soiled by the Paatin invaders.’

General Ruardin stood up with a furious clatter of armour. ‘Curse you, Scoundrel! There will be no talk of abandoning the search!’

‘Calm now, General,’ Donovan said, placating the huge man with raised palms. ‘I have not said anything about that. We will continue searching relentlessly until their fate is known. No effort will be spared in this, but we must also rise to meet the Paatin threat.’

‘I know where they are,’ someone called from the assembly and all eyes returned to Master Celios.

‘Have you had a vision, Lord Magician?’ General Ruardin asked, leaning forward on his palms with interest.

‘I have,’ Celios called, standing and staring at the ceiling with glistening eyes, as if caught in the throes of a vision. ‘They aretravellingeast, towards the great fortress of Ghant even as we speak. They are bundled up-hidden, but alive.’

‘Who has taken them?’ Ruardin called out. ‘Where are they! What can you see!’

‘They are bound for the desert,to the home of the Paatin.’

‘Theenemyplansto bargain!’ Councillor Madhaven declared.

But Anthem thought otherwise. ‘The Paatin have no need to bargain. They have us over a barrel already. What do we have that they cannot simply take in due course?’

‘There is a queen at the heart of the desertwhocommands these minions,’ Celios announced. ‘They will live and die for her, for the desert people are fanatics. They worship her and throw themselves to their deaths at her command. She is an abomination and an abhorrence to us, for the Queen of the Desert is a witch.’

‘A witch!’ Ruardin called out in dismay.

‘She has grown strong, far beyond our reach, and has gathered these armies unto herself, intent on destroying us all. She knows we are weakened and has chosen this time to strike at our hearts.’

‘How could this happen?’ Madhaven called out. ‘The Order has failed us again!’

But Celios went on. ‘All is not lost. I see she is intrigued by power of all kinds. She wishes to see what royal merit our young Emperor possesses. They will not be harmed, for the time being. Also, she seeks to use them as bait for her trap.’

‘A trap?’ Ruardin said, hanging on the edge of his seat with intrigue.

‘She seeks to lure our most celebrated magician into her domain and ensnare him-test him. She has heard many things about him. She wants to see the extent of his magic with her own eyes and test him against her minions, and herself.’

‘Who is it, good Master Celios?’ Chancellor Donovan asked. ‘Which magician does she seek?’

Samuel could foresee the answer already, yet he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat as the old seer’s arm was thrust out with a pointed finger at the end. Celios then swung his arm around the room, only pausing once he had it aimed directly towards Samuel.

‘Samuel is the one!’ he bellowed and all in the chamber set their gaze upon Samuel.

‘I knew it!’ Samuel groaned to himself.

‘Word of Lord Samuel’sfeatshas reached even the Desert Queen’s ear and she wishes to behold this Saviour of Cintar,’ old Celios declared, ‘-thisChampionof the Order,’ he added with a hint of contempt. ‘I am sure somewhere in the palace, and sometime soon, a message elucidating this will be discovered.’

‘Then we must send the boy at once!’ Ruardin declared. Samuel winced at being called a boy in front of the entire court, but he supposedthatto the great old general, he must still seem an inexperienced youth.

‘Patience, General,’ High Lord Jacobs called out. ‘We should wait to see if this actually transpires. We have other immediate actions to consider. Our Empress and heir are far from her clutches and still within our domain.’

‘Yes, yes. You are right. We must get a message to Ghant,’ Ruardin said with urgency. ‘Magicians, how can we reach them in time?’

Anthem shook his head. ‘Falcons and pigeons are your best employ. Magic has made no gains in the direction of communication. We have long tried without success.’ Samuel looked at Eric at this comment, but his friend kept his head down and his gaze averted. A Journey spell could have Eric at Ghant within seconds.

‘Lord Lomar left for Ghant only recently on a mission for the Order,’ said High Lord Jacobs. ‘If he arrives first, he can block their escape and retrieve our stolen treasures.’

Anthem quickly formed a plan. ‘Then we will send word to the Order houses along the way. Lomar does not dally in his travels, but he will need to make all haste to ensure he arrives first, for the Empress’ captors will be moving as quickly as they can. We can only hope he does arrive first.’

Ruardin sank into his armour. ‘If not, they will slip through our fingers at Ghant and once past there, they are into the east…and lost.’

‘They can be returned!’ Celios cried out with a yelp, almost sending those near him leaping from their seats.

‘Explain yourself, good Lord,’ the enormous Ruardin commanded.

‘Lord Lomar may not be able to stop them at Ghant,’ Celios explained, seeming more focussed now, ‘but we know she will also seek the presence of Lord Samuel, whom they could not kidnap so easily. Samuel can bargain to have them returned.’

‘And if not?’ Ruardin asked.

‘Then a small party should accompany him, to take back our kin by force, if need be,’ Donovan suggested.

Councillor Madhaven stood and shook his fist. ‘We should kill their queen whether the young Emperor is returned or not. That will grant a blow to them that could end this war.’

The room called out their agreement enthusiastically.

‘Yes, yes,’ Celios agreed. ‘The Desert Queen drives their armies. Without her they will lack unity and give up their crusade.’

‘And if she is,indeed,a witch then it is our duty to put her to death,’ old Balthazar, from the Union of Modern Magicians, called out, shaking with anger within his flapping,white robes. ‘We cannot allow such travesties of nature to exist!’

Jacobs then added to the plan. ‘Lord Lomar knows those landsbetterthan most. The chosen party can meet him at Ghant and, if he has not been successful in saving the Empress and Emperor-to-be, he can guide them into the far east. If he has been successful, then the mission can end there, or they can still continue to take on the witch, if they choose.’

‘It sounds reasonable,’ Ruardin mused, ‘as long as theheiris never at risk. Also, it is about time we took to the offence. We have been so busy shoring up our walls that we have not even considered striking back at their homeland. Is such a plan feasible?’

‘Oh, I am certain of that,’ Celios said resolutely.

‘Then I will handpick a hundred of my best men toset forthat once.’

‘And magicians will be required. They will need to guide the party and assist Lord Samuel. It may even be possible that he will return safely.’

Samuel was not quite happy with the decisions being made about him, but he supposed he would have little choice in the matter anyway.

‘Yes, that would be fine,’ Ruardin added without too much enthusiasm. ‘Then so be it,’ and the golden-armoured man stood. ‘We shall organise this at once. They will leave at dawn. Let us meet again tomorrow to discuss the Empire’s defence. I want all resources put into getting this team away as quickly as possible.’

With that, Chancellor Donovan declared the meeting overand gaveanother whack of his gavel. With the gathering finished, magicians and officials alike left the room, leaving General Ruardin alone with his aides.

CHAPTER THREE

Overland

Samuel and Goodfellow awoke and ate early while the majority of the palace was still sleeping. It was mostly the domestic staff who were awake and busied at such an hour, preparing for the coming day in their neat uniforms. Armed checkpoints were still in place and the soldiers saw to their duties with solid Turian precision, showing no sign of sleepiness or lack of attention.

After breakfast, the pair readied their travelling packs and went out into the palace grounds to meet Grand Master Anthem as they had agreed. There was a great sense of urgency to their new plan and Samuel was only glad that they had been afforded the luxury of being allowed to sleep before leaving. He was sure that if General Ruardin had been allowed his way, they would have been set upon their horses and sent off to Ghantin the middle of the night,

Anthem was waiting there, with a set of stablehands nearby with horsesat the ready. The old man had visited their room late in the night and given them a brief outline of the situation. It had been decided that Goodfellow should also go along, and the spectacled young magician was happy to oblige. It seemed a note had been found during the night, exactly as Celios had predicted, so it seemed the old seer’s visions were,indeed,proving true. Still, it did not put Samuel any more at ease. He only hoped he lived up to the Desert Queen’s expectations.

‘Is everything set to go?’ Samuel asked.

‘There have been a few changes since we last spoke,’ the old man revealed. Almost as if on cue, Grand Master Tudor and Eric Pot appeared through the nearby hedge gate and began approaching, also carrying their light travel packs. ‘I know you and Eric have not been seeing eye to eye recently, but it’s time to put all that behind you. He is one of the most powerful magicians we have, and we are investing all our resources into this mission. The fate of the Empire depends on it-perhaps even more.’

Samuel took a deep breath. ‘Very well.I understand,’ he replied despondently.

‘Also, I will not be accompanying you. Grand Master Tudor will lead the party.’

‘Why is that?’ Goodfellow asked with concern.

‘Grand Master Gallivan and I will be heading north. We aim to pierce the Paatin force and make for Garteny. There we will endeavour to meet with King Otgart and forge an alliance against this new threat. Grand Master Tudor has some experience in the desert. Admittedly, it was some time ago, but he has the rudimentary knowledge of such lands that will be required.’

‘Do you think King Otgart will be responsive?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘In these days, Master Goodfellow, who knows? I just hope he still has some sense left in his head. We can only try. Together we have more chance of repelling the Paatin but,if the desert people have decided not to further harass his lands, then I see little benefit in him joining us. Better for him to wait until the Empire’s demise. The Paatin will be doing his work for him. My task will be to convince him that such a situation would not be to his favour; although I still haven’t worked out quite how I will manage that, but Gallivan and I will think of something along the way. We always do.’

Just then, Grand Master Tudor and Eric arrived at their sides. Eric walked straight past them and to the horses, chose one,and began strapping his pack to it.

‘Everyone ready?’ Tudor asked and then turned to Anthem. ‘Have you given them all the bad news?’

‘Not quite,’ Anthem responded.

‘There’s more?’ Samuel asked.

‘Just a little,’ Anthem admitted. ‘Master Celios had another minor revelation during the night. Although at first he was sure the arrival of the Koians was some blight upon us and spent all night screaming about our doom, he now believes their arrival has some deeper meaning.’

‘No,’ Samuel uttered with disbelief, guessing what his old teacher was about to suggest.

‘Unfortunately, yes,’ Anthem returned. ‘The Koian party will be accompanying you as far as Ghant. He feels they will be required there or at some point along the way. Whatforexactly, he cannot say.’

‘Are you sure that’s wise?’ the ever-practical Goodfellow asked. ‘We know nothing about them.’

‘No,it’snot at allwise,’ Anthem admitted, ‘but Master Celios spat the statement out in front of everyone, so there’s no retracting it now. He is the infallible Seer of Cintar and the old Emperor’s most trusted of magical advisers. If General Ruardin alone had heard him, that would have sealed the matter, but he leapt up in the middle of our meeting and announced it for all to hear. I’m afraid that is how it is going to be.’

‘And what do the Koians think about this?’ Samuel asked, full of ire.

‘They did not need much persuading. I spoke to Ambassador Canyon at length last night and he revealed many interesting things about his people. He, himself, is a man of many layers. They have recovered their strength rather quickly and seem eager to repay us for our hospitality. They are a pride-driven people and will go to great lengths to assist us in any way they can. And,as their ambassador says, with Cintar under threat they are in danger wherever they are. As long as we respect their traditions, they will keep to their side of the bargain and help us when asked. I have briefed Grand Master Tudor on the bare necessities of what is required.’

At this, the other frail magician nodded with consideration.

‘But, Grand Master,’ Goodfellow began. ‘They will slow us down immensely. I thought we were on a mission of utmost speed and importance?’

‘We’ve been through all that already with Master Celios,’ Grand Master Tudor stepped in to explain. He looked a little under the weather and was perhaps not too keen on some of the finer details of the mission himself. ‘He is adamant that this is the way things should be and that fate will play its hand accordingly. What can we do, Samuel? We have little choice but to agree.’

‘If worse comes to worst, perhaps we can find a way of losing them along the highway?’

‘Not likely,’ Tudor responded. ‘Celios will kick up a fuss.’

‘One moment,’ Samuel said, feeling another imminent disappointment about to manifest itself. ‘Why are there six horses here? Who else is coming?’

‘That is the part I was about to explain,’ Anthem said. ‘So you can be guided appropriately, Master Celiosand Sir Fersewill also be accompanying you.’ To which Samuel could only groan and Goodfellow started rubbing at his eyes nervously. ‘I know he has his quirks, and he has not been improving with age, but Sir Ferse will be there to take care of him. The two of them have been close since the Emperor’s death and Sir Ferse knows how to settle Master Celios when he gets agitated.’

‘This keeps getting worse and worse.’

‘I’m sure you will barely knowthey arethere,’ Anthem added with a smirk. ‘I wish I were going with you!’ he added sarcastically.

At that moment, Master Celios came hobbling out into view, with Sir Ferse in tow carrying their bags. The party waited in silence for the two of them to arrive.

‘What a brisk morning!’ the old Master Celios announced. ‘And a lovely day for a trip! I feel twenty years younger!’

Samuel could only shake his head as he set about choosing his mount from the group.

‘It is time for me to go andpreparewith Grand Master Gallivan,’ Anthem announced. ‘We will be travelling light and fast. We all have a great distance to travel, so I trust your journey will be successful and I hope to meet you back here upon your return. Once all these distractions are out of the way, perhaps we can start sorting out this infernal Empire once and for all.’

They bade him farewell and the old magician stalked back towards the palace, leaving them to finish their preparations and mount up.

‘Which way are we going?’ Master Celios said, turning his horse in circles beneath him.

‘To the East Gate,’ Sir Ferse replied, leaning over in his saddle and grasping the old master’s reins and setting the animal straight. The pair led the way across the grass towards the great gates of the palace grounds.

The two Erics set their horses to a trot and started out after them.

‘Well? Coming?’ Grand Master Tudor asked, slapping his boots into the sides of his mount and clicking his tongue to start it away. He was quite frail-looking and somewhat resembled a scarecrow strapped atop his horse.

Samuel could only shake his head on sight of the group.

‘Well?’ he said, patting the neck of the brown animal beneath him. ‘What shall we call you then?’ Of course,the animal did not reply. ‘I’ve already had one Jess. How about Brown Eric? But you’re a girl and we already have two Erics, so it makes no sense. Then again,neither does any of this, so it’s quite befitting. Let’s go, Brown Eric.’ And with that,he shook the reins with a sharp snap and set Brown Eric off after the others, shaking his head with concern at the whole affair.

The party began out of Cintar under a drab sky, leaving behind the noisy streets and bustling markets of the greatest city in the known world. The hundred horses of Captain Orrell’s guard went ahead with the said captaininthe lead, with Master Celios and Grand Master Tudor on either side. The enigmatic Sir Ferse, as always, was shadowing Celios, riding immediately behind the disturbed magician.

Samuel and the Erics were left to mingle amongst the wagons at the rear of the column. The male Koians seemed comfortable on horseback, while the ladies rode upon a light-hooded carriage, with their costumed crone peeking out from beneath the retractable cover. The other wagons were far less luxurious and only served to carry their supplies for the journey, as well as items required by the fortress. Samuel had been alarmed to learn that one whole wagon was utilised only for clothes and paraphernalia belonging to the Koian god-woman. It seemed it was impossible for her to exist without her many changes of appearance. There was some extravagant and complicatedcostumeroutine that she followed, and a daily set of rituals that often had them halting while she stepped down and scratched at the dirt, or which had her throwing a handful of feathers into the air while she screeched aloud. All this was supposed to allow the universe to continue existing, but it mostly served to annoy Samuel. He could scarcely believe Captain Orrell was entertaining such nonsense, but the man waited patiently as he had been instructed to do.

Eric kept his distance and rode beside the Koian men, chatting to them, and that suited Samuel fine for the moment. Despite Anthem’s suggestion to let ‘bygones be bygones’, he was not ready to forgive his friend quite yet.

‘They are nothing but trouble,’ Samuel said, eyeing the foreigners bleakly.

Goodfellow looked back at the bouncing vehicle with concern. ‘I agree. It seems a strange arrangement.’

‘Master Celios seems confident. We can only hope his visions are wellfounded and don’t waste all our time.’

‘Master Celios is beginning to worry me,’ Goodfellow admitted. ‘His behaviour is becoming more and more erratic. I keep thinking back to Master Sebastian, the magician who went mad and lost his magic.’

‘Master Celios’ magic is not waning yet and,besides, Sebastian had been working with black magic for some time. The summoning of the Ti’luk creature merely pushed him over the edge.’

Goodfellow took another glance up towards the balding seer. ‘But can we trust a man on the edge of madness?’

Samuel was not sure himself, but answered more to reassure his friend. ‘Madness is the spark of greatness, so they say. I suppose we shall see if that is the case with Master Celios or not. For the moment, we are in his hands. Grand Master Anthem trusts his visions, so that is enough for me.’

The road was curving and Samuel could see Captain Orrell far ahead leading their column, with the two black-cloaked magicians beside him. Sir Ferse was riding upright in his saddle, with a stiff posture that seemed almost regal. His aura spoke of nothing unusual-he was just a man-but something about him was eerily familiarto Samuel.

They followed the busy highway through the fields and pastures that surrounded Cintar, away from the impregnable city walls and towards the coastal hills. Samuel could not help but pause a moment once they reached the crest of the hill and take one last look at the city. He remembered well coming down this same road many years ago when Tulan Goodwin had first brought him to try his luck as a magician. He wondered if he would ever see his friend again, for Tulan had been banished to his native Garteny for his role in the assassination of the Emperor. The world was certainly much more complicated than Samuel had first imagined.

Taking one last glance at the vista, Samuel took a great breath. The Bardlebrook river, stretching down from the hills; the satellite town of Northbank, sitting just on the river’s edge; the great walled city of Cintar itself, covering the land like a testament to the industriousness of man; the enormous,curving sea beyond them all, which made him feel tiny every time he gazed at it-these things seemed part of him now and he could not help feeling that this time, in leaving them, he was leaving some part of himself behind.

‘No need to be nostalgic,’ Goodfellow said, still waiting just nearby. ‘We’ll be home soon enough. I doubt little will change while we’re away.’

Samuel pulled the reins sideways and his mount brought him around to face his friend. ‘The city may not change, but we might.’

The sandy-haired magician laughed good-heartedly. ‘Now you’re just being sentimental. What kind of magician are you? Come on. The others are getting away from us. We’ve a long way to go.’

Samuel spent most of his timeduring the journeychatting with Goodfellow and the good-natured Captain Orrell, along with his reliable second-in-command, Lieutenant Valiant. He had been pleasantly surprised to find that the pair was leading their adventure, and that Orrell was now heldinsuch high regard within the Royal Guard. Days were spentmovingat a quick pace and the light wagons did a good job of keeping up although,by nightfall, they had generally fallen a good way behind and only caught up while everyone else was already into their dinners.

In the heart of Turia, there were plenty of major towns and citieswhere they couldlodge, such as Grendin and Callaisia, and the vast,lake-hugging settlement of Seven Oaks. Captain Orrell and his menusuallyspent the nightsin the local barracks,and they were happy enough with that, while the magicians and their Koian guests found their way to the local Order innsand slept there in relative luxury.

Old Tudor sent Samuel to check on the Koians’ needs each night, and he did so with a minimum of interest. They would only request water or towels or fresh bedding and it seemed pointless to have Samuel running about like a common servant. They tried to goad him into conversing with them, but stopped their attempts after he declined quite tersely. Soon after, Tudor gave up sending him.

At first light, they would all meet up again on the outskirts of the town and head off again. Orrell’s men took care of their horses and they were given different mounts each day, so Samuel had no time to bond with Brown Eric and did not bother to name any of the horses after that. There seemed little point.

They managed to cover a decent amount of ground each day, but it was eternally frustrating getting Master Celios and Sir Ferse tobeready on time. More than once the two of them could be heard arguing at the top of their voices. Even Grand Master Tudor had to give Celios stern words after he had caused them to makeCaptain Orrell late for the third day in a row, but the words seemed ineffectual on the distracted old Master. Several times,they questioned Celios if they should not be moving along faster, but he would only say that they were travelling according to plan and there was nothing to worry about. Still, Samuel could not help but feel they would do much better to leave the Koians and the supplies behind and ride for Ghant with all haste. Every day they dragged their feet was another day the Empress was slipping further away from them.

Eric spent the days riding alongside the Koians and it only irked Samuel even further that his friend seemed to be getting along with them so well, chatting and laughing all the way. It seemedthatthe three younger Koian men-at least a decade or two older than Samuel-came from the same small region of Koia and they spoke together in their own incomprehensible tongue. Only the one called Horse spoke Old Tongue and he acted as translator between Canyon and the other two. It had surprised Samuel when he learned that the Koians were culturally diverse, but then he supposed every continent would be similar in some respects. Even Turia still had pockets of differentiation, despite the Empire’s best efforts to make the people homogeneous in every way.

‘Don’t worry, he won’t give away any of our secrets,’ Grand Master Tudor said, noticing Samuel’s concerned looks. ‘I’ve already spoken to him about what he says and what he does. He is a grown man and he knows better than to discuss Order secrets with common folk.’

‘Can we trust them, Grand Master? They seem so strange to me. We know nothing about them or where they really come from. Everything they told us could be a lie.’

‘Samuel, I would have thought that all your experiences as anOutlander in Turia would have taught you better. Did you learn nothing from all your years in Cintar? It’s our nature to be wary of all things that challenge the expected but,as magicians, that is our main function. No, I don’t think there is anything amiss about them-at least, not yet. Yes, they do look strange and they have strange ways, but we cannot let that cloud our judgement. I’m only disappointed that you have decided to keep yourself aloof from them. They are people, the same as weare, and Master Celios has never been wrong. I will not start doubting him now. We must trust him, and trust the faith the Council have invested in him. These people, thrown upon our shores, will have some role to play in the coming days and we can only thank fate that we have the foresight of Master Celios to prepare us for such.’

‘Please forgive me, Grand Master Tudor, but what if Master Celios and the rest are all mistaken?’

The old magician gave Samuel a knowing wink. ‘Everything is possible, young Samuel. Assume the best, but be prepared for the worst. I think that is perhaps the best advice for this situation.’

The first couple of weeks passed quickly and Samuel had done a fine job of avoiding the Koians and their croaking,many-costumed crone. He was quite surprised when one of the Koian men, the ambassador called Canyon sidled up to him as they were waiting atop their mounts-Captain Orrell had drawn the column to a halt as he discussed their best route with Lieutenant Valiant-and startled Samuel from his thoughts.

‘We haven’t had much opportunity to speak, Magician,’ he said, granting Samuel his most reassuring expression. ‘You seem to be avoiding us. I hope we haven’t offended you.’

The man’s eyes were barely slits in his face; his nose was barely a nub. His Old Tongue waspunctuatedwith unusual pronunciation that had Samuel struggling to understand the context of his words.

‘You haven’t offended me. I am only quiet with my thoughts. We magicians are solitary folk.’

The Koian seemed to accept that. ‘So it is. If you feel the need to speak your thoughts, I am happy to talk with you. This road is long and, despite the beauties of your land, we also find ourselves getting bored as one valley leads to the next. Some conversation would ease this tiresome journey.’

‘Perhaps.’

The Koian looked back to his party, where Eric was laughing merrily with the three other men. ‘Your friend is not as solitary as you. I perceive that you are not on such good terms. It is unfortunate.’

‘I thought your people didn’t tolerate magicians?’

‘This is your country. We are guests here. We will not judge your choices.’

‘I do remember you mentioning “putting to death”.’

‘We are not a savage people, Samuel. Magic is not tolerated in my homelandfor good reason. Our history was marred by magicians seeking to further their own interestsat the expense of society. TheRoyalFamily had them outlawed. I understand something similar almost happened here only recently,’ he added with a knowing smile. Eric had obviously told him of the time when the Emperor had tried to put all the renegade magicians of the city to death.

‘Almost. Luckily, it did not,’ Samuel told him with a steady tone.

Ambassador Canyon seemed to sense he would have no more productive conversation from Samuel and dropped back to rejoin his party. ‘Very well. I hope to speak with you soon,’ were his parting words.

The party had travelled long and were far from Cintar and central Turia. They had left the highways and were now crossing overland to make the best time. The trip had been uneventful and boring, and it came as good news when they heard they did not have far to go. Samuel had said few words to Eric and spoken only with the Koians when necessary. He spent most of his timewith Goodfellow throughout the course of each day and Tudor and Captain Orrell besides, but he had no real wish to speak to Master Celios or his aloof companion.

Canyon attempted to converse with Samuel on several instances and, on noticingthe rebuffs Samuel gave him, old Tudor suggested that Samuel should return the attempt to befriend them. Samuel, however, was stubbornly upset by Eric and, by association, the Koians with whom Eric was getting on so well. Sighing once more, Samuel checked that the Argum Stone was sitting tightly in his pocket and began guessing how long it would take them to reach the next rest stop.

After a few more nights,they stopped in a logged clearing. The Koian women were settled into one large tent together and they had requested water and clean cloths so they could wash themselves. They could be heard talking softly inside, whispering and giggling in their womanish ways. There was no sound of the hag’s ear-piercing voice and,for that, Samuel was thankful.

Orrell’s men were setting up tents and Samuel took the opportunity to speak to Sir Ferse, who was standing idlybywhile the others busiedthemselvesaround him.Heseemedintrigued by the nature of their individual tasks. Samuelhad avoided the man the entire time, but now, with little else to do, he decided to accept old Tudor’s request to be more civilto his companions. He was not in the mood to force a conversation with the Koians, so he thought the eccentric attendant might be a good start.

‘Sir Ferse,’ greeted Samuel.

A well-practised smile flashed onto the moustached man’s face. It was the look of an experienced salesman or merchant, executed with precision and designed to put the recipient at ease, and Samuel already found the man to be frustratingly charismatic.

‘Ah!’ Sir Ferse returned. ‘I haven’t had the pleasure of speaking with you yet, young Lord Samuel. This journey is so demanding on us physically that it leaves little energy for the common pleasures of conversation. Master Celios demands so much of my time. I was hoping to corner you eventually for a friendly chat-but it seems you have beaten me to it.’

Samuel was taken aback, for he had not heard more than a few words from the man before. Despite the friendly tone, there was just something disconcerting about the nuances of this man. On top of that, Samuel had the feeling he had met or seen him before and hearing Sir Ferse speak only reinforced the feeling. He was very good at recalling names and places, but in this instance he drew a blank. ‘You know who I am?’

Sir Ferse raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘How does one not know the Saviour of Cintar? Any magician who can achieve as much as you have must,indeed,be great, Samuel. And I’m sure you are destined for even greater things. Wouldn’t you agree?’

The statement had Samuel feeling awkward. ‘I’m not sure. What do you mean?’

‘Oh, don’t be coy. The city itself talks about you. Your two young friends are quite gifted, yes, but they don’t hold a candle to you-oh, no. Why else would the Paatin Queen want to meet you? To see the best, of course!’

Samuel shifted in his boots, trying to ascertain what the man was on about. Such unabated flattery was not something to which he was accustomed and the words just kept rattling from the man’s tongue before Samuel could garner a decent response. ‘Well, I’m not sure about that.’

‘What’s that? They haven’t told you? Well, I can understand why. It would do no good to risk spoilingit foryou, or letting you get a big head about it. YourOutlander modesty is part of your charm.’ Samuel did not know where to look, for he was altogether embarrassed by Sir Ferse’svolleyof compliments. He was already regretting his decision to speak to the manwhenSir Ferse stepped closer and lowered his voice so as not to be overheard. ‘You know, I heard something very interesting about you, Samuel-something I think only you can confirm for me. They say that when the Emperor died, someone was holding the Elder Staff. Some say itisquite uncanny how those dreadful Gartens managed to sidestep the Emperor’s magical shielding just at that critical moment, when he had been unassailable time and time again before that. Some people say it was you, holding theStaff, Samuel. Imagine that. Why would they say such a thing?’

Samuel stepped back and felt the colour drain from his face. ‘I…I…well-’ he muttered, not knowing what to say.

‘I’m sure it’s only speculation, my dear young friend,’ said Sir Ferse,with a dismissive wave of his hand, ‘and we shouldn’t jump to conclusions based on speculation now, should we? Even so, it would be interesting to know the truth of the matter, wouldn’t it-to be a fly on the wall of the palace that day?’

Just then, Master Celios turned from his conversation with Grand Master Tudor and came scampering over with alarm at the sight of Samuel and Sir Ferse conversing.

‘For goodness’sake, Sir Ferse. How many times must I tell you not to bother anyone? Every word you speak is pain to my ears! Come away from poor Samuel,’ and with that Celios dragged the protesting Sir Ferse away by the arm.

‘Samuel,’ Goodfellow said, arriving at his side just as the other two peeled away. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What’s wrong?’

Samuel, in turn, took Goodfellow’s arm and led his friend away from the small clearing to the base of the trunk of the nearest great pine that grewa fewyards away. ‘Sir Ferse,’ he began. ‘He knows about me.’

Goodfellow was confused. ‘He knows what? What do you mean?’

Samuel looked about for any eavesdroppers, but the Koians were already in their tents and the soldiers were engaged in their duties. ‘He knows I killed the Emperor.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Samuel. You didn’t kill the Emperor. The Gartens did.’ Then he lowered his voice to a whisper. ‘Perhaps he knows that we had planned to kill him? Some of the old Masters could have talked. Grand Master Anthem was afraid of that.’

‘No. Ididkill the Emperor.’ But Goodfellow only looked perplexed. ‘I haven’t told a single soul about it, so everyone thinks the Gartens were responsible. You weren’t there, but I actually got my hands on the Staff of Elders. I used it to remove the Emperor’s defences. If it weren’t for me, the Emperor would still be alive now. No one knows except Grand Master Anthem and even he has never mentioned the fact since that day.’

Goodfellow took a moment to digest what he had heard. ‘But, I thought the Gartens killed the Emperor?’

‘I know, you dimwit, but only because of me!’

Samuel immediately regretted raising his voice to his friend and took a moment to calm himself.

‘Very well. I believe you. So how does Sir Ferse know about it?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘I don’t know. Perhaps he didn’t, butfromthe way I reacted, I’m sure he knows now, for certain.’

‘Do you think he will tell anyone? I mean, he is a Turian, isn’t he? So he wouldn’t be very pleased about you killing the Emperor.’

Samuel shook his head. ‘I don’t know. I guess we have to wait and see.’

Ghostly scenes haunted Samuel’s dreams that night as he tossed and turned under his blankets. He saw two cloaked figures, barely more than shadows dancing on the landscape, as they hopped madly amongst an ocean of foes. Dark faces leered and screamed, and they followed the elusive pair with a thousand swords. But no matter how many of the wild desert-men came after the pair, the two seemed untouchable and flew about like rags upon the wind, cutting their way into the north.

The vision faded and he saw a figure waiting for him, sitting on a padded chair. It was a woman and she looked up, as if noticing Samuel watching her through the dream. Her face was elusive and seemed to change with the moment. At first,it was an unknown woman, beautiful in every way. He knew he should know her, but for some reason he could not recall her name. Worry was on her face. She looked closely at Samuel and,as her skin darkened,she became sultrier and more seductive, with a knowing smile upon her lips. Her features slidawayand she was now Empress Lillith, smiling contentedly at theboyin her arms. Her hair fell into golden tresses and she laughed brightly as her features shifted again. Although the woman at first seemed a stranger, he knew it was Jessicah.

He had not seen his cousin since they were both barely into their teens, but he knew from her laugh alone that this woman was Jessicah, grown into her prime. Just thinking about her reassured him and took him away from other dark thoughts, for she was his bastion of self-the only thing he had not lost in his sorry life. He had not seen her for many years, but in his dream he realised he had perhaps avoided her purposefully; keeping her at arm’s length so she would not be lost like the rest of his loved ones. Just knowing she existed was enough.

She held her arms wide and beckoned for him to come to her, and she hadtransformed intoLeila.

‘At last,’ she said to him, ‘you’ve come. It’s been so long since we’ve been together. Your dreams have been too busy for me.’

She gave him that warm and loving look that only she could give him, but he could not reply. Something else was tugging at the edge of his dream, keeping him from forming his thoughts. He tried to hang ontoLeila’spresence, but she faded away along with the chair and the room and only a voice called through the darkness.

‘Father!’ it called. It was a boy’s voice. Samuel had not heard it in many months, but the calling was never far away; always ready to torment him. ‘I’m sorry you died. I would put things back the way they were if I could, but everything has changed. Why do things have to change so much?’ He could never tell if it was his own voice pleading in his head or that of another, but he only wished it would leave him alone. His own father and mother had been killed when he was only a boy, and he missed them more than he could bear, even after all these years. He wished that he could put those feelings behind him, and perhaps the voice would leave his dreams.

He awoke and found himself tangled in his blankets,hot and sweating. It was still the dead of night and the tent was dark. A night bird called from the woods and he heard someone coughing from another tent across the campsite. Kicking off his stifling blankets, he rolled over and hoped his sleep would take him quickly and deeply.

It must have been the middle of the night when a ruckus outside the tent awoke him. He dragged on his boots and stumbled out into the night air to see what was causing all the commotion.

The clearing was still dotted with numerous campfires, but it appeared that Orrell’s entire company was rushing about, in and out of the woods and in every direction. Goodfellow came out of the tent after Samuel, sleepily adjusting his spectacles into place.

‘Samuel,’ Celios called. ‘Come over!’ and with that the two magicians joined the others beside their fire.

‘The Koians have lost their god,’ Grand Master Tudor explained. ‘And they’re in quite a fluster.’

‘Lost what?’ Samuel asked. ‘That ridiculous woman?’

‘Yes,’ Tudor continued. ‘It seems her attendants took her into the trees for her to relieve herself and the next thing they knew, she’d disappeared.’

‘So their gods need the privy, too?’ Eric put in. ‘That’s good to know.’

But Celios threw him a blazing glance, and alltraceof amusement fled from Eric’s face. Samuel would normally have found the remark amusing, but he was too tired and was not willing to give Eric the satisfaction of a supportive response.

‘Orrell’s men are all out looking for her,’ Tudor continued, looking somewhat dishevelled in the firelight, ‘but we should do our best to help. As you know, she shares Samuel’s lack ofpresence, so we have no way to find her magically. We can only help them the old-fashioned way, by walking around and shouting a bit. Perhaps make them a few lights. She can’t have gone far, so let’s just help the Koians with this so we can go back to bed.’

‘Is this really necessary?’ Samuel groaned.

‘Yes.’

‘Where is Sir Ferse?’ Samuel then asked, noticing the obvious absence of the man from their group.

‘He’s still sleeping,’ Master Celios replied very matter-of-factly. ‘I tried waking him, but he sleeps like a log. Leave him be. I’m sure we can deal with this.’

‘Go on,’ Tudor finished and gestured out into the darkness. ‘It’s safe. Not even the wolves are awake at this hour.’

Samuel shrugged and did as he was told. They all stepped away into the trees in different directions and began calling out. Without having a name to call, no one knew what to shout, so they cried out ‘hello’and ‘over here’and the likes. It was worse for Orrell’s men, for they could not even speak the Old Tongue. Anything they would shout would be incomprehensible to her; but Samuel figured it would not make much difference. She would only have to hear their noises to find them and that was all that was required. How she could have become so lost,when she wasso close to such a large number of men, was beyond him.

He could feel the two Erics summoning some mage-lights, so he decided it could not hurt to attempt the same. As he walked amongst the dark trees, atop the thick carpet of fallen pine needles and scattered cones that littered the ground, he slipped the Argum Stone onto his finger and readied himself. He thought he had tapped only the tiniest trickle of power but,as he released the spell, a host of glowing spheres shattered the darkness with their blazing light. The woods bloomed into an eerie,flickering daylight, and dozens of Orrell’s guards were frozen on the spot, looking at the lights with alarm.

‘Sorry!’ he called out to them, realising his spell must have half-blinded the men and he pulled the ring from his finger to extinguish the spell. He was only channelling a small amount of magic from the ring, so he had thought nothing of taking it off, but the sudden release of energy that snapped through him stung him and made him start. He reminded himself not to be so flippant in future, for his connection with the ring had to be reduced as much as possible before it could be removed. The separation from any amount of power could be traumatising.

He would have to do without his spells but,with such a bright moon,he would not have too much trouble finding his way. Wandering further into the deepening woods,he began calling out for the woman, calling‘god lady’, ‘old woman’and‘vile old wench’in as pleasant a tone as he could muster. He did not bother using the Old Tongue, as he did not really care if he found her or not. His thoughts were firmly set on his tent and blanket, and he assumed he would just have to wander around for a bit until one of Orrell’s men stumbled across her.

After some time, as the shouts of Orrell’s men became fainter, he was surprised as some nearby shrubs rustled and someone came stepping out towards him. It was Horse, the Koian.

‘Magician,’ he said. ‘I have found you. We can’t find our god anywhere. I thought I had tracked her in this direction, but now I am not sure. I will go that way towards that rise, but can you look over there, towards the stones?’ The man’s grasp on the Old Tongue seemed intermediate at best and he struggled to speak some of the words in their entirety.

Samuel agreed half-heartedly and started off as directed, not at all amused with the task. Itwasinconvenient that they could lose their deity so easily. What kind of god was she supposed to be anyway?

The woods were thin in that direction and Samuel had no trouble finding his way. He could still hear distant shouts and could still sense the other magicians nearby, so he was in no fear of losing himself.

After stumbling around a bit, with twigs and sticks catching at his heels, he finally found the outcropping of large boulders that the Koian had mentioned, but could see nothing of the crone. He wandered back and forth a few times, peering into various shadows, and was about to give up when someone began calling out to him in a hoarse whisper.

‘Magician!’ came the voice. ‘Magician! Over here.’

He looked around, and finally saw movement in the inky blackness between the great stones. It was disconcerting for him, as all living things had a visible aura to his eyes-to his unique magician’ssight-but this Koian god-woman was invisible to his special sense. It made him realise he was not used to seeing things with his eyes alone,for the area she occupied seemed strangely vacant and unsettling without such energies to accompany it.

He went closer and found that the hag was, indeed,huddled there in the shadows-blackness in blackness. Peering into the gulf of emptiness, Samuel now felt some trepidation about the situation. He half-suspected, although childishly, that he had been lured out here and now the old hag would devour him in one hideous gulp.

‘I am lost, Magician,’ she hissed from the darkness, ‘and I am injured. Can you help me back to the others?’ She had backed into the rocky recess. Samuel could see the old woman was now wearing none of her outlandish garments, and she seemed half the size for it. Judging from her silhouette, she was dressed in a simple,loose-fitting smock, tied at the waist with a cord or sash. Her frame, although difficult to assess, was much smaller than expected. If not for that cackling voice, he may not have believed this creature to be the same one at all. ‘Do not look at me!’ she ordered abruptly as he observed her outline in the dark. ‘It is a sin!’

Samuel flinched and turned away, waiting in the wan moonlight. He had no intention of ogling her ghastly figure. The mere thought made him shudder. ‘How can I help you if I can’t look at you?’ he finally asked. ‘Come out of those rocks if you want my help.’

‘Yes, you are correct,’ croaked the reply. ‘Come, Magician. Help me.’

With that, the Koian god-woman shuffled a step forward into the moonlight and Samuel’s eyes opened wide. Indeed, she was not wearing her costumed clothes and she also was not wearing any of her outrageous wigs or demonic make-up. Greatest of all, it was not an old hag that came stepping into view, but a young woman of abouthisage. He thought perhaps there had been some mistake; perhaps it was the girl called River whom he had found, but then he realised there was no doubting that this was in fact the Koian god. Also, no one else in their party could have such a complete lack ofpresence. He could see, even in this limited light,that she had the same bizarre features as her country-folk, with olive skin and angled eyes, and her hair was tied into a tight ponytail which glistened in the moonlight, as if oiled. But she was undoubtedly no old woman at all and Samuel found himself utterly speechless.

‘Magician,’ she croaked. Such a withered voice seemed so alien coming from such a youthful face. ‘Do not stare at me so. No man has ever looked upon mein such a state of undress. The laws of heaven should not be broken. The world will suffer. Turn away!’

Samuel forced himself to turn away once more. ‘Follow me, then,’ he said and started off towards the camp. She may have been a young woman, but he was not going to let anyone, even such a strangely captivating god, be so rude to him.

He had only taken a few steps when he heard her stop behind him with a shrill yelp.

‘I’m sorry,’ she said softly, and the crackling in her voice had also fallen away. ‘I cannot walk unaided.’ It was another surprise to hear her real voice, and Samuel remembered the moment he had first met her in her great ship, when she had first asked him whathewas.She had spoken with her hag’s voice ever since that time and he only now realised it was merely another layer of her costume as a Koian god.

‘Then wait here a moment while I fetch help,’ he stated-and he had begun to move off again when she stopped him with a desperate plea.

‘Wait! Don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be left in the dark again. I don’t like the dark.’

Samuel turned back to face her with his arms stiffly folded in front of him. ‘Then what do you want me to do?’ he asked her, looking squarely at her. She was blushing under his gaze-even in this moonlight he could see that-and Samuel could not help but think how strange her features made her look. It seemed such a shame that she spent all her time in the guise of a monster; although, perhaps that explained her complete lack of manners. ‘You won’t let me help you and you won’t let me go. What can I do?’

‘Can you not use your magician’s spells to heal me?’

‘I cannot sense your energies to heal you. I suppose I could apply a general spell of healing all over you-’ then he realised he would probably blow her leg off if he tried using the power of his ring, ‘-but that won’t work either. Let me just shout for help. I’m sure your friends will come.’

She looked utterly dismayed. ‘No! You have already seen me and I cannot have more men coming to gawk at me like this. Please, help me back to the camp. We can avoid the soldiers and you can fetch my ladies when we are near to them.’

Samuel sighed. The premise seemed ridiculous and,despite the girl’s unusual attractiveness, the last thing he wanted at this time of night was a convoluted path back to the camp. He knew he should just leave her here while he went to fetch her maids, but finally her helpless look persuaded him.

‘Very well,’ he agreed and stepped to her side.

She flinched as he reached for her, but then she gingerly offered him her slender arm. She was tense and shivering, but it did not seem so cold to Samuel. He walked beside her and guided her through the woods, down towards the camp. Occasionally, they would hear someone coming tramping through the undergrowth, and it seemed only luck that no one stumbled directly upon them.

As they walked, Samuel could not help but steal the occasional sideways glance across at her. He could not believe that the hag he had discovered in the bowels of the ship, the rude and extravagant god of the Koian nation, was actually this fragile young woman. She caught him looking at her more than once and each time she looked quickly away,evadinghis gaze. He realised it was making her uncomfortable and steeled himself to keep his eyes ahead.

Still, he was uncomfortably aware of her arm in his hand. He could feel her warmth in his fingers, the softness of her flesh in his palm. Thoughts of Leila entered his mind and,for once, he welcomed them. Focussing on his lost love helped to remind him that this was not a real woman beside him. It was the Koian god, and she was a strange and unknown creature from a foreign land.

As they reached beside the camp and manoeuvred nearer the ladies’ tent, she called out in a whisper to her attendants. ‘Wind. Leaf. I am here.’ There was immediately a commotion from inside the tent of someone rushing to be out. ‘Please,’ she said to Samuel, pushing his arm away and reaching to the tree trunk for support. ‘Go, quickly. Tell no one you found or saw me. Whatever you do, don’t let them know I was seen. The shame would be terrible-for all of us.’ Samuel nodded. ‘Go now!’ she hissed and Samuel did as he was told, darting into the bushes just as two feminine figures came to the girl’s side.

‘Quickly! Inside!’ was all one of them said and Samuel, looking through the leaves, spied them throw a blanket over her and pull her roughly away.

Strange, he thought, that she did not limp any more.

They rose late in the morning after the excitement of the previous night and everyone was grumbling over their breakfasts, moaning and begrudging thewaywardbehaviour of the Koian god.

‘It’s not bad enough she went and got herself lost!’ declared Lieutenant Valiant, ‘but then she went and found herself while we were all stomping about in the woods all night looking for her! She had probably been inher tentfor hours before someone finally had the decency to tell us.’

Captain Orrell was finishing his breakfast, wiping up the juices on his plate with a fist of crusty bread. ‘Calm now, Valiant. They are our guests. And they did inform us she had returned, eventually.’

‘Only because our searching had begun to bother them from their sleep-yes!’

The normally subdued Valiant was now being rather expressive. Luckily, the other soldiers around their breakfasts were all roaring with laughter at his comments. Apparently, the sight of Valiant so worked up was enough to make up for their night of discomfort.

Sir Ferse had joined them for breakfast, looking refreshed, which seemed logical given that he had been the only one to sleep all night. He sat cross-legged on one of the thatched mats they had thrown down, appearing awkward as such, as if he had never sat on the floor in his life. Even eating bread with his hands seemed a curiosity that he was only now coming to terms with.

‘Where to today?’ Grand Master Tudor asked, tapping his walking stick against the cooking pots. ‘I believe we are within reach of Ghant.’

‘If we move quickly we should be there very soon,’ Orrell replied. ‘But we are headed into the mountains now. The going will be slow. We will need to take care with the wagons and with our guests.’

As soon as they could, theypacked up campandwent on theiraway. Samuel could not help but look towards the Koians’ wagon all that day and the next, intrigued by what he had learned.

They soon reached the edge of some hills and the landscape became rockier and steeper around them, so that the wagons rocked and pitched upon the trail. The two older ladies sat at the front steeringthe horses, while the younger one sat beside their god on the rear seat. They had drawn back the hooped cover and River at least appeared to relish being out in the open. Each lady wore simple but flattering garments that glittered in the sun-close-fitting dresses buttoned at the side, with high collarsand long sleeves. He would have thought that such delicate clothing would be totally unsuitable for such travel, but somehow the women managed to keep themselves impeccably clean. The god-woman was again in costume, adorned like an enormous pheasant with long plumes that dangled out behind her. Her face was a spiral of red and white;her facial features obscured so as to almost be non-existent. The feathers stuck out from all over her hair, but Samuel could now imagine he saw specks of her real hair glistening beneath.

Every day she wore new or varied forms of costume and Samuel could find no order or pattern to it. From his few brief conversations with the Koians,they seemed like sophisticated people, yet it puzzled him that they could adhere to such a primitive and pointless practice.

Several times, the surly Koian men, ambling along on their horses, noted Samuel gazing towards their god and frowned back towards him.

‘She’s not what she seems,’ he said to Goodfellow.

Goodfellow seemed startled out of a daydream. ‘Oh? What do you mean?’

‘I found the Koian crone when she was lost, but she’s not an old hag at all.’

‘Oh?’ the sandy-haired magician asked. He was obviously still trying to blink away his previous thoughts.

‘I found her up amongst the rocks. She’s a girl-at least, she’s not a girl, she’s a woman, about the same age as us.’

Goodfellow laughed as if the thought was preposterous. ‘You can’t mean it? Really? That thing is a woman?’

‘Indeed.’

‘Sorry, Samuel. I’m gullible, but notthatgullible. I’m not falling for it.’

‘I’m not trying to fool you,’ Samuel declared. ‘It’s true.’

‘Well, Istilldon’t believe you and, even ifshe is, it’s the Koians’ business. We are magicians, after all. Ladies should not interest us. We need to focus on returning the Empress and the heir.’

‘Eric, let me tell you something. I was distrustful of their god before but,now I have seen hertrue nature, I am even more so. There is something disturbing about her. I have felt unsettled since that day we found her on the ship and now I know why. I felt some awful thing aboard that boat, something like I have never felt before-a wordless,dreadful fear. It is her. Strangely, I felt it long before that day, rising in my blood like poisonous bile. When I opened the door and found her, I thought my heart would stop. I don’t know what she is, but I have never been so afraid of any living thing. Seeing her true form only doubles my concern.’

‘I admit she is strange, Samuel, in appearance and nature, but I do not feel the same trepidation. Perhaps it’s some inkling into our future you can feel?’

‘I haven’t looked to the future since the first time with Master Celios, when I envisioned the destruction of Cintar. I am wary of trying to discern such things,and perhaps rightfully so. Look at what it has done to our seer.’

‘It could be a useful ability, Samuel, if only you use it sparingly. Master Celios has been under constant pressure to foresee the Empire’s way out of this predicament. Perhaps it is that which has worn him into his current state, rather than the ability itself.’

‘I would not readily look into the future,’ Samuel revealed. ‘Who can even say if we can change what we can foresee?’

‘We could prepare ourselves,’ Goodfellow said, but Samuel shook his head.

‘I want no more worry or woe than I already possess, Eric. Even without welcoming these abilities, they come to me readily. Sometimes, when I awake from my deepest dreams, the memories of people and voices are just fading away. I cannot recall their words, but I know they are not part of my dream.’

‘Perhaps you could learn to recall these things?’ Goodfellow suggested.

‘That is the last thing I would want. Better to be deaf and dumb than stricken with such madness.’

Goodfellow seemed to sense that Samuel had fallen into a dark mood and left the conversation at that, leaving him to ride quietly in his saddle.

Up ahead, Eric was riding beside Ambassador Canyon and in open conversation with the man. Eric seemed to have befriended everyone in the column, including a fair portion of Orrell’s fighting men, while Samuel had not spoken to any. Somehow, Eric managed to do everything incredibly well and it was infuriating. Samuel still judged himself to be the greater magician, but he was reliant on the Argum Stone and a cripple of a magician without it. Eric was naturally gifted and would one day rival the magicians of history without need for any such magical device. His magic was pure and strong and efficient,and Samuel longed to learn his friend’s secrets, as he knew that Eric had been hiding much of his power from everyone. Most of all, it annoyed Samuel that Eric had been right, for he knew that if he had been in the same position at Rampeny and had the opportunity to journey to safety, he would had done it in a flash. Still, he refused to be the first one to give in.

The party was delayed at a shallow stream crossing and they were forced to wait for some time while some of the heavier load from the wagons was carted across by hand. Orrell’s men worked quickly and efficiently, with barely a grumble. The magicians could have spelled the items across in a jiffy, but older magicians scorned the use of magic for such trivial work and seemed happy to let the men see to the chore. Celios, their timekeeper and adviser on such matters, also seemed happy to sit and wait for the job to be done.

Samuel and Goodfellow waited beside the Koian wagon. Quitesurprisingly, the men had left their ladies while they went to inspect the stream crossing. Despite Orrell’s best efforts, the Koians would not be convinced it was a safe place to cross until they had performed acloseexamination for themselves.

‘How much further to this citadel, Magician Goodfellow?’ Lady Wind barked at Goodfellow, who was nearest to the wagon.

‘I don’t know, Lady Wind,’ he replied politely, for eventheyhad spoken briefly on the journey and had learnt something of each other’s titles.

To that, the woman only shifted impatiently in her seat.

‘Are you enjoying the journey?’ Samuel asked of the god-woman, but young Lady River beside mistook the questionas being directed ather.

‘Yes, I am,’ she replied, appearing quite startled that Samuel had spoken to her.

‘Actually, I meant the question for her,’ Samuel corrected, gesturing towards the costumed woman.

The plumed god-woman turned her head towards Samuel with a rustling of feathers, but said nothing, while Lady River looked away nervously.

‘You should not address our god, Magician,’ Lady Wind instructed, swivelling around in her seat. ‘She is above us mortals. We reply to her when beckoned or as the rituals demand. That is all.’

‘Is she not a god in a woman’s body?’ Samuel asked, probing. ‘I have seen you take her meals and water, so she has mortal needs like the rest of us.’

‘Of course,’ the stern Lady Leaf replied from beside hercompanionon the front seat. ‘We have stated as such already.’

‘Then why does she dress like this? It seems very…primitive,’ he said, for lack of a better word.

‘We do not expect you to understand our ways, Magician,’ Lady Wind responded. ‘We do nothing without reason and we do not question when you behave in a way that even inbreds would consider disgraceful in our land. Even your existence is an affront to us and our ways. We are grateful for your hospitality, nevertheless,’ she added with a formal nod of her head.

‘Still,’ Samuel continued, ‘she did nearly lose herself. Despite being a god, I can see she depends on you for everything. If we are to continue on our mission, that will be a liability. We could be entering hostile territory. Dressed like this, she willdrawattention from the enemy. I’m sure you must have considered it?’

The two matronly ladies seemed to contemplate this.

‘I see your point, Magician,’ Lady Wind finally said. ‘We will discuss it at length.’

With that,they each facedforwards againand the god-woman swivelled her head back to the front, never having shown any hint of expression or emotion all the while. Samuel wondered if the sight of her beneath her regalia had actually been a dream.

They camped on the farside of theriver, for it was already getting late once they had crossed. Orrell’s men took delight in bathing themselves in the natural,waist-deep pools they had found along its stony edge. The river had been blessed with the presence of steaming hot springs that turned the freezing mountain waters warm and it was too inviting an opportunity to miss. Water boiled from one side of the river and fell into pools along with cold water running down the other side, so that the pools ranged in temperature from scalding to freezing, and the men could pick and choose and move from one to another as they preferred.

The Koian ladies stayed inside their tent, but even their men would not miss the chance to wash, and they dipped themselves into the waters modestly and loosened their ponytails to wash their hair. The magicians also took the opportunity to wash, throwing aside their robes and scrubbing solemnly amongst the frivolous men. Samuel was the last to enter, for he disliked the thought of bathing beside Eric while they were still having their differences, but old Tudor kept yelling at him scornfully and,finally,Samuel gave in, disrobing down to his smalls and easing himself into the steaming water beside the others.

‘I’ve had enough of you two and your endless womanish argument,’ Tudor told them both, scolding them like children. His face was ruddy from the heat of the pool. ‘From this point on, I want no more of it. I don’t care what it is all about-it’s finished! No more.’

Samuel looked sidelong at his friend.

‘What do you say, Samuel?’ Eric asked him.

‘I have no objection,’ he replied begrudgingly.

‘That sounds like an objection to me,’ Tudor said gruffly. ‘Go sit in the far pool until you lose your hot head.’

Samuel looked towards where the old man was gesturing, where the water ran clear and untainted from the mountain.

‘That’s freezing. I’m not going there.’

‘Yes, you are,’ the old man stated. ‘Go on. Off you go. You can come back when some sense has returned to you. Go on.’

Samuel tried to resist, but Tudor was adamant and Samuel was left with no choice but to tiptoe across the slippery stones to where not even the staunchestof Orrell’s men were bathing. Even the mountain air had him freezing, with the steam rising from his skin. His feet burned as the icy water ran over his ruddy toes.

‘Get in!’ Tudor demanded, and the others, Orrell’s men included, were all watching on and laughing at his expense.

Painfully, Samuel worked himself into the icy pool, wishing he had some magic to warm himself with. He withdrew his senses as much as he could, but he could not remove the freezing touch of the water from his mind. Tudor and the others laughed merrily from their cosy basin, occasionally looking over at him while he shivered in misery.

Eventually, after his skin had turned blue and even his goosebumps had given up their objections, the old Grand Master called over to him.

‘Are you ready to come back yet? No more nonsense?’

‘Yes!’ Samuel called back through chattering teeth.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes!’ Samuel called louder.

‘Oh, very well!’ Tudor said. ‘I suppose you can come back. Come on; hurry before you die of cold.’

Samuel wasted no time, leaping from the waters and rushing back to be beside the steaming pool occupied by the magicians, with his arms folded and his hands tucked into his armpits for warmth. It was true that he was now too cold to be annoyed, and his only thought was in getting even with the old man. He stood above them, perched on the lip of the rocky recess, considering how to make the biggest splash he possibly could.

‘Don’t you dare-’ Tudor began, noticing Samuel standing over his shoulder, but it was too late.

Samuel leapt from the rocks and balled himself up, splashing down amongst them. The cold was dispelled from his body immediately, and as he raised his head above the surface and wiped the water from his face, he was greeted by the faces of four saturated magicians. Old Tudor looked the most amusing of them all, for his grey hair and beard were all wet and matted to his face and he looked back at Samuel sourly, like a cat pulled from a washtub. Samuel could only laugh.

‘Normally,’ Tudor said quite soberly, ‘I would not encourage three of our most promising young magicians to act raucously in public, but…get him!’

At that, the two Erics launched themselves upon Samuel and the three of them splashed around the pool, leaving old Tudor and Celios to flee to the far side of the water and out of harm’s way. After much splashing and carrying on, Tudor finally called them to calm. Samuel had to admit he felt better, for it had been a long time since the three of them had cavorted together in any way. They were grown men, but the years of trouble and seriousness had left little time for enjoyment. It reminded him of their early days in the School of Magic.

‘Settle down now,’ Tudor said. ‘You’re not children any longer. I trust that has settled the matter. Now,if you don’t mind, that’s enough with the splashing. I will have to speak to Captain Orrell to ensure no word of this makes it back to Cintar. It will probably cost me a fortune in ale for his men. We have our reputation to keep, after all.’

Grand Master Tudor and Master Celios solemnly discussed matters of their journey while Samuel and the Erics chatted happily, as they had notdonefor quite some time. Sir Fersewasuninterested in washing and sat by himself on a large rock that jutted into the spilling waters, seeming content to sit and ponder quietly.

‘It has been a long and uninteresting trip so far, I must admit,’ Grand Master Tudor announced. ‘Before dinner, I would like to see you three practise your Summoning and Casting stances. We may be called upon to use our skills very shortly, and I would not like to think you three have started getting rusty at such a young age. I may even give you some tips.’

They all agreed enthusiastically and,after they had dried and refreshed their clothes, the five magicians found a place away from the river on a low hillside that overlooked many of the valleysfromwhich they had just ascended. Captain Orrell and Lieutenant Valiant, hearing of their intentions, asked if they could alsobe present, for few outside the Order could say they had been witness to such things, and Grand Master Tudor heartily agreed, for the men had earned the magicians’ trust.

Grand Master Tudor let them begin and the three black-robed friends stepped through the standard sequences of movements and positions that helped magicians to summon and focus their power. He had found a length of wood at some stage along their journey, which he had been using as a staff to aid his walking, and he now leaned upon it as he watched the magicians at work.

Samuel found it frustrating, for the motions felt empty to him,devoid of rewarding sensation since he had lost his power. He had practised little in the time since he had defeated Ash and it showed in his awkward movements.

Master Celios scolded them when they stepped wrongly and harassed them incessantly,and it did feel as if they were apprentices again. Grand Master Tudor, however, only watched on in silence, occasionally smiling or nodding when any of them did especially well.

‘Your movements seem stiff and lifeless, Samuel,’ Tudor finally called as they reached the end of their sequence. ‘Is your mind perhaps on something else?’

But Samuel could only make feeble excuses for himself. Without being able to feel his own energies, the movements felt hollow and pointless. He had little to guide him now except his memories-memoriesfrom a time when each step and motion had thrilled him and filled him with his own vibrant power.

‘I’m disappointed,’ said Master Celios with a shake of his head. ‘The Saviour of Cintar-staggering around like adrunkard. I’m only glad Grand Master Anthem is not here to see,’ which only vexed Samuel even more.

Captain Orrell and Valiant seemed quite astounded and were both impressed with the display.

‘I had no idea you trained in such ways,’ Orrell noted. ‘It looks like some strange form of dancing to me. I don’t quite see the point of it, but it’s interesting nonetheless.’

Tudor forced them to begin again and the Koian men, Horse, Stone and Cloud, came wandering up towards them with their ears pricked up. It seemed they had been attracted by the intriguing noises of the magicians’ practice and had come to investigate. They stood at a distance, looking on with interest and talking excitedly amongst themselves. The magicians paused, but Grand Master Tudor gestured for them to continue and they did so obediently, moving in unison before the Koian observers.

When the trio was done once more, they collapsed onto the ground in exhausted heaps, sweating and thirsty and with Samuel thinking they may be in need of another rinse in the river after their effort.

‘Wonderful!’ said Horse, clapping with enthusiasm.

‘You enjoyed the display?’ Grand Master Tudor asked him, leaning on his stick and beaming with pride.

‘Oh, yes,’ Horse returned. ‘It’s interesting for us to see such similar movements here, so far away from our homeland. I did not know that magicians had need of such graceful steps. Tell me, how did you learn these motions? Do you use them for combat?’

‘Magicians are much attuned to the harmonies of our world, Mr Horse,’ Tudor explained. ‘These movements have been learned and developed by magicians since history began. If you say they are similar to what you know, then I presume that your people, too, have managed to discover the hidden patterns of the ether, which bring harmony between us and our world. We magicians do not fight, but we do harness our motions and the energies around us as best we can.’

‘Wonderful!’ Horse proclaimed again.

‘And you have seen these stances before? What are they used for?’ Eric asked with interest.

Horse seemed to recover some of his senses and his familiar serious expression returned. It seemed as if he had mentioned more than he should. ‘Thank you for the demonstration,’ he said with a solemn nod. ‘We will return to the camp.’

At that, he beckoned to his fellows and they turned around and sauntered back down the incline, talking furiously in their tongue.

After they had gone far enough away, Captain Orrell took his turn to speak. ‘I think you can see my suspicions are confirmed, Grand Master?’

‘Yes, I see what you mean,’ the old man responded, tapping his fingers along his staff.

Samuel and the Erics leapt up from their resting places on the ground.

‘What do you mean?’ Samuel asked with his curiosity fully piqued.

‘Those men are warriors, Samuel,’ Orrell said. ‘They may be posing as diplomats or servants or what-have-you, but their very movements and habits betray them.’

‘Can you be sure?’ Tudor asked.

‘Yes,’ Valiant put in. ‘We have been amongst fighting men all our lives and they move with the ways of trained soldiers.’

‘And what scares me most,’ Orrell added, ‘is that they are trying to hide the fact and doing very well at it. Valiant and I took notice only recently. They watch us and our movements with trained eyes, always on guard for any danger; gathering information. Those three are definitely fighters of some description and they are almost faultless at hiding it. They are trained to walk off-balance, well-practised in adding subtle mistakes to their movements, taking in everything around them and noting even the most subtle of gestures. But there is no mistaking it now. It seems their curiosity got the better of them, as you suspected.’

‘Why would they not tell us this?’ Goodfellow enquired.

‘Why, indeed,’ Tudor agreed. ‘It may be they are merely asecretiveculture, or perhaps they have hidden intentions. They could be bodyguards, or assassins. Whatever the answer, we must remember that from this point we cannot fully trust them-not until we learn more. What say you on the matter, Master Celios?’

The balding Master was biting at his fingernail and seemed startled from his thoughts. ‘I cannot say. My visions showed nothing of this,’ he said with some alarm. ‘I only felt that they must accompany us to Ghant. I have no insight beyond that at all. Nothing at all.’

‘Then do nothing, Captain,’ the old magician instructed. ‘And you three, make as if you know nothing. We must remain wary, but until they offer any sign that they are a danger, we will give them the benefit of the doubt. I will find a time and a place to question them.’

To that, Samuel, Eric and Goodfellow agreed.

‘You’ve been talking with them all this time, Eric,’ Goodfellow said. ‘Didn’t you notice anything?’

To which Eric shook his head guiltily. ‘No. Not at all. I don’t know anything about assassins,’ he added defensively.

‘That doesn’t matter,’ Tudor told them. ‘I couldn’t tell, myself. Only Captain Orrell has the keen eye required to spot such things.’

‘And what about their leader-Canyon?’ Samuel asked.

‘He worries me the most,’ Captain Orrell admitted. ‘If he is like the other three, then he is the best of them. He gives nothing away at all. Or perhaps he is only a diplomat, as he says. Either way, I would be wary of him. I don’t trust him.’

Again, Grand Master Tudor nodded solemnly. ‘We will not force them on this issue. Nowthattheir secret is lost, the advantage is ours.’

‘But I’m sure they realise,’ Orrell added. ‘It will be interesting to see what they do next.’

They began back to camp as the sun was setting and the smell of their dinner began wafting up the hill, but Samuelintuitivelyfeltthat the nervous Master Celios was not saying all that he knew.

When the party finally emerged from the trees, they found themselves on a well-worn track, forged by woodsmen into the pines. Turning right along its length, it was only half an hour before they came to a highway that, remarkably, was a veritable stream of people, all heading west as if in mass exodus. Most of the people carried their belongings or led horses or donkeys or wagons,and they travelled in clusters of friends or families, but the occasional oneswalked alone and half-naked in these chilly heights, as if they had nothing at all totheir name.

It took the rest of the afternoon, zigzagging up valleys and hugging hillsides,before they came to what normally would have been a small mountain town. Now, it was surroundedbyall manner of makeshift roofs and coveringsandgrown to ten times its normal size. The streets were slippery with mud and full of pools and potholes that had been dug by the passing of so many feet,and Orrell had to shout before the crowd would even notice them and give way. They made straight through the town without resting and headed directly for the peaks that loomed above. Finally, they hadalmostreached their destination, for Ghant was only hours away.

CHAPTER FOUR

The Rift

The fortress of Ghant was a citadel, cleft from the side of the mountain. Its upper reaches came into view as they rounded the narrow approach. It was a formidable-looking building ofbluntstone, jagged towers and serrated walls, perched amongst the cliffs and peaks that crowded around it. Any force that attempted to take such a fortress would surely have difficulty, but it was only when the party cleared the narrow valley and stepped out into an open square that thetruenature of Ghant’s defences became apparent. Directly in front of them was a vast chasm that split the mountains in two. It dropped abruptly away and stretched far to the north and south, as if the mountains had one day quarrelled and turned their backs to each other.

A railing and stone path followed this side of the drop, leading the last few hundred paces to the base of the fortress, and there the chasm narrowed significantly. A natural bridge of stone leaned out from the far cliffs, seeming to defy gravity, and a crossing spanned out from the heights of Ghant to meet it, bridging the gap from east to west. Even from this distant vantage point, it was evident that crowds of people were moving across into the citadel, fleeing to the sanctuary of the west.

Theparty of travellersfound themselves now beside a set of stables, all built in tiers, and offset to take advantage of the limited space. A large,cobbled mounting yard filled the remaining flat ground. Imperial soldiers mulled about, caring for the many animals penned there and keeping an eye on the passing civilians. These refugees came streaming past them and continued down towards the nearby town of Shallowbrook without so much as a pause, for the soldiers would not let them stand idle even if they wanted to. The wind was whistling along the canyon,and the gold and yellow pennants that were set along the guardrail flapped wildly.

Orrell signalled for his men to dismount and the wagons came clip-clopping to the front, where some of the fortress-men began unloading them without need of direction. The Koian women stepped down and began eyeing the remarkable terrain around them with interest.

‘Well met, Captain,’ came a greeting, and an officer came striding out of one of the adjoining stable buildings, wiping his chin as if he had just been interrupted from his dinner. ‘We’ve been expecting you. How fared your journey?’

‘Hail, fellow. The journey was fine, but my party is road-weary.’ It was generally polite to return such archaic speech with the same and Captain Orrell was adept at dealing with all manner of men and their habits.

‘We have rooms prepared in the citadel. If you will,’ and with that the man began immediatelyto lead the waytowards the black tower,his sturdy boots crunching on the gritty stones.

Captain Orrell left Lieutenant Valiant in charge of his men, while the rest of the party continued on foot. They followed the cobblestone path along the narrowing ravine, squeezing past the fretful refugees.

‘It’s getting busier,’ their guide announced without slowing his strides. ‘No one wants to be left on the far side when the crossing comes down.’

The entranceway to Ghant led them into a courtyard, where the civilians were being directed down a wide set of stairs that carried them from further up the mountain. With that route being busy, their guide led them instead into a nearby building and,at once,theybegan along a tour of halls and paths that stretched from building to building, with each step leading them higher than the last. They found themselves several times looking down on the stream of refugees from some high narrow path, and other times they trundled along below it. They went from wall to wall, battlement to battlement, each strategically placed with war in mind and designed for squads of men at a time. The interiors of the buildings were entirely functional, with no sign of floor coverings or artistic complements. There was no doubt that this was a construction built entirely for the practical purposes of war.

It was surprising to learn that rather than a single monumental building as it had first seemed, Ghant was actually a series of levels built wherever purchase could be found on the side of the mountain. The only luxury of space that they came upon was several small courtyards. One or two even had a small garden growing within, but most were open and barren, only serving as platforms to observe the eastern side of the ravine. There also seemed to be a considerable network of tunnels that ran like warrens into the mountain, for several times theyhadturned abruptly into dim passages that had been chiselled into the rock and wound their way past rooms and side passages, until bursting out into the open air again, higher up on the next level and looking down pastthecliffs from whencethey had come.

They received some strange looks from the soldiers as they passed, and the Koians and their god attracted the most attention of all, with some of the local soldiers staring in amazement at their alien features and the god- woman’s bizarre costume.

Finally, they reached the innards of Ghant proper.Here they entered a great fortified courtyard with numerous towers and buildings springing up around it. Soldiers were busy at work in all directions, going about their duties. Beside them, the solid tower of polished,black stone began, rising high above them and looking out over the ravine. The other towers beside it were much smaller in comparison, and some were adjoined to it by enclosed bridges at various heights. A number of smiths were in one corner, working away in front of their furnaces, banging on their anvils and sending up plumes of steam as they hammered their steel and quelled their irons. Many of the buildings here seemed to be men’s quarters and they looked full to capacity, judging from the extra bunks and equipment that had been crammed into them.

Ghant seemed like a mighty anthill, ready to erupt with troops at a moment’s notice,and Samuel found it no small wonder that the place had such a reputation for being unconquerable. A gateway was open in the eastward wall via which the civilians were entering. Samuel caught sight of the mountains and the crossing between the people as they hurried through.

‘The stream of those seeking haven is almost endless,’ their guide announced. ‘They come day and night, fearing the Paatin. Many are fleeing this way for the haven of the inner Empire. We try to move them on as quickly as possible. As you can see, this is not a place in which they can afford to linger.’

‘There have been many spies in Cintar. Have you had any problems here?’ Tudor asked.

‘We started by capturing all the traders from the east that came by. We asked them some direct questions, but they had little to say. We threw a few into the chasm, but it did little to loosen their tongues. Now, very few attempt to come this way; whether any were spies or not, I cannot say. They are a confounded lot. We always ignored them before.’

Their guide led them into the solid block of dark stone that formed the central tower of the citadel. That, too, was a labyrinth of passages, but they finally came to a parting of the corridors where a couple of civilian servants were waiting expectantly.

‘These two will escort your ladies and their companions to their rooms,’ the guide announced. ‘General Mar has asked that the rest of you meet him upon arrival.’

Grand Master Tudor briefly explained to the Koians what was happening.They seemed relieved to hear they were going to rest and followed the servants eagerly.

The magicians, Captain Orrell and Sir Ferse,then followed their spry guide along another tour of the fortress, eventually leading to what must have been the highest point, for they found themselves climbing stairway after spiralling stairway, each leading to a floor somewhat smaller than the last as the tower narrowed.

Finally,they ran out of stairsand entered a room that had a sweeping view of the ravine and the mountains opposite. There was space for about thirty men to stand comfortably inside, butatpresent there were only a half-dozen. Their guide left them at the doorway and whispered in the ear of the one who was presumably General Mar: a tall and firm looking man, not great of girth, but well-muscled. He had a brutal scar across his forehead that split one of his eyebrows in two, and his hair, streaked with grey, was tied back firmly.

After the guide had departed, the general beckoned them over. Captain Orrell gave the stiff Turian salute, which General Mar returned with equal Turian vigour.

‘Welcome, Captain Orrell and Lords of the Order,’ the general said. ‘This is Captain Ravenshood and Captain Yarn,’ at which the two officers flanking him also saluted. Yarn was a tubby, red-bearded fellow with a gruff demeanour, while Ravenshood seemed much too young for his position, bearing boyish looks and appearing too lean for any kind of serious warfare. ‘Obviously, I have been expecting you. At the command of General Ruardin himself,I have been asked to grant you every resource possible and meet your every request. It is quite an unusual circumstance, I must admit, to see such champions of the Order at my door,’ and the sturdy fellow eyed each of the young magicians,as if weighing their merits. ‘I understand you have also come with mixed and unusual company.’

‘Thank you, General,’ Grand Master Tudor responded. ‘Yes, we bring a party of KoianOutlanders with us to assist with our task. They are civilians and we will try to keep them quiet and out of your way. I must assume from your lack ofreference to her, that the Empress has not been found. Where is Lord Lomar?’

Mar shifted uncomfortably. ‘Unfortunately, it seems her kidnappers have slipped through our grasp. Lomar left just days ago. He wanted to await your arrival, but it had become evident that we had either missed the Empress, or they had not come this way. He said he was going ahead to a place called Tosah, although I am not familiar with the name.’

Tudor sighed. ‘I know of it. It is far from here. How disappointing. Now, our search will be made all the more difficult. We have been long upon the road, General, but I hope we can call upon your hospitality for the night. Then, we will continueeastat first light.’ The old magician then peered out the wide-open windows towards the craggy terrain of the chasm. ‘Captain Orrell will speak with you about what things we need for our supplies, but otherwise, I hope you can lend us a pillow each and a decent mattress.’

Samuel also took the chance to peek out the window, seeing the great rift of the chasm stretching below, and the many levels of the fortress huddled along its edge with people moving about on every piece of flat rock.

‘You plan to continue east, then?’ Mar asked with concern.

‘We must, General.’

The tall Turian shook his head solemnly. ‘Then I have more unfortunate news for you. We will be withdrawing the crossing before dawn. A Paatin host approaches through the mountains. They have already taken Kalid, the nearest town across the pass, this third day past. Lomar must have made it through just in time or he would have returned by now. The path through the mountains will be slow for them but,once the Paatin army reaches here, they will have no way to reach us. However, there will also be no way for anyone here to travel to the far side.’

‘They may have thought of that, General,’ Tudor told him. ‘The Paatin have proved highly resourceful and may already have plans. I doubt they would come here depending only on their luck.’

‘Once the bridge is lowered, there is no way across for months in every direction. Ghant guards the only pass through these mountains, and they run ragged and cruel, as you can see. No army has every crossed here without our permission and none ever will. The desert-men will be forced to turn back if they want to enter Turia and they will have to round the mountains as best they can. Any other route will lead them up above the snowline and their losses would be severe. It would take them weeks to cross with that many men. No sane commander would risk it. Even so, I will not underestimate the enemy. I have also heard strange tales of their warfare and they seem wellprepared in everything they do. I am sure their spies have been through here many times and they know the lay of the land well. I believe they will come here with a plan, as you say, but we will be ready for anything they can throw against us. I am a stubborn old goat at times, but I will not underestimate my foe, whether they bear magic or not. We will give the Paatin a greeting they will not forget.’

‘It sounds like you know your job well, General. I will not interfere.’

‘Are you expecting them to bring magicians?’ Goodfellow asked, for his ears had picked up at mention of magic.

‘I hear they call their spell-casterswizards, but I have no mind for such words, except that it means that they wield magic. I would expect anything. We have not seen or heard of them using magic yet in these parts, but that may mean nothing. Magic seems to have become the bread and butter of war these days, although I still do not understand its workings. I will not leave anything to surprise. Now, I suggest you get as much rest as you can and depart early. I am sorry you had to waste your time coming this way.’

‘What do you mean, General?’ old Tudor asked with puzzlement.

‘You cannot cross the mountains. The way is blocked by a horde of desert-men. Surely, you will be turning back.’

‘That is not possible, General. We will not return without the Empress and her son. You mentioned other ways through the mountains, across the high paths?’

‘That is madness, My Lord,’ he retorted, incredulous at the notion, before recovering his sober demeanour. ‘I beg your pardon, My Lord. Please excuse my surprise. The high paths are treacherous at the best of times and,at this time of year,it is suicide to venture so high. If you took a hundred men through, perhaps five might survive.’

‘Bethatas it may, General, we are magicians and we cannot turn back. We will leave our Imperial escort behindif need beand proceed on foot,’ to which Captain Orrell nodded his agreement.

‘Is it wise to abandon our escort?’ Goodfellow asked worriedly.

‘I understand your concerns, Master Goodfellow,’ Tudor responded over his shoulder, raising a finger of calm, ‘but it would not be wise for Captain Orrell and his men to accompany us. We could not protect so many. They would only be a hindrance.’

‘It does sound ratherrisky,’ Samuel added.

‘You forget yourself, Lord Samuel,’ Tudor replied, his patience wearing thin. ‘We are not oafs fumbling around in the darkness. I am a Lion of Cintar, and you three are Magicians of the Order. We will cross the mountainstogether.’

Samuel felt Turian stubbornness affecting the Grand Master’s decision, but he could say no more.

‘Then so be it,’ General Mar agreed. ‘I can provide you with a guide who knows the mountains well. When it is time for you to leave, I will summon him.’

They were taken to small, yet comfortably furnished, rooms to retire for the evening-tiny cellssculptedinto the outer walls of the tower. As night fell, Samuel closed his tiny window tightly shut for,with the sun’s setting,the already brisk air now carried a frigid bite. Goodfellow’sbunksharedthe tiny roomwith him,leavingbarely walking space between them, andGoodfellowhad slipped out to fetch their dinner.

Samuel was just sitting on the side of his bed, scratching his chin and making some notes in his journal,when there was an insistent tapping on the door. At first,he thought it was Goodfellow returned, but the energy of the person on the other side was not his, although familiar. Samuel pulled open the door to find Lady River facing him. She brushed past him at once and swept into his room.

‘Close the door, Magician,’ she told him. ‘We must be quick.’ Samuel did as he was told, not quite sure what to expect. ‘I have much to tell you, and I am watched closely. I can tell Lady Leaf I became lost in the halls, which is not far from the truth, but I can only make excuses for so long. This may be thelastchance I have to speak with you.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘These people, my countrymen, have been sent here to achieve some secret purpose. They have sacrificed countless lives to reach your lands and will stop at nothing.’

‘What do you mean? To what end?’

‘I don’t know, but everything Canyon has told you isalie. He belongs to a secret group that holds great power. They have stolen our god from her temple and set her on this accursed voyage. There is some reason why they have brought her all the way here, but I don’t know what it is. All I can say is that it must be of extreme importance to them, and of extreme evil. Whatever their plan, I am sure it has something to do with this place, for otherwise Canyon would never have agreed to come.’

‘You know nothing about his plans?’

‘No. But please be careful. He is without conscience and I know he has already met other members of his brethren here. I had no idea they had infiltrated even so far away from Koia as here.’

‘The Circle of Eyes,’ Samuel said.

Her eyes went wide, revealing the whites around her brown coronas. ‘How did you know? Are you with them?’ and she stepped back against the wall.

‘No, I am not with them. They exist here, too, and I learned of their ways long ago. I have not heard from them in a long time, but that means little. They are always up to no good, as you say.’

The explanation seemed to placate her fears. ‘They must be stopped. I am sure they plan to use our god in unspeakable ways.’

‘What ways?’

‘She does not want to do bad things, but Canyon can make her. He knows how to make people do things they don’t want to do and our god does not know the common ways of people. She has been cared for in the temple all her life and does not know when people lie to her. She can do terrible things, Magician. More horrible than you could imagine.’

‘What things? I don’t understand.’

‘Do you know what happened to all the people on our ship? Some died of starvation and some died of other things, but most of them were sacrificed to keep her strong, or to remove them from Canyon’s way. Anyone who threatened his plans soon disappeared. I heard them screaming, Magician, and the sounds haunt me to this day.’

The girl sobbed into her cupped hands and looked set to collapse, so Samuel stepped towards her and held her by the arms. She was trembling with fright,a tiny frail thing looking at him with a pleading expression.

‘What do you mean? What did she do to them?’

‘She is a god, Magician. She did what gods do to us mortals when they are finished with us. She ate them.’

Samuel did not know if he should believe her. The girl seemed sincere, but her story was incredible.

‘Please,’ she continued, stepping out of his grasp and attempting to collect herself. ‘You must help me to stop them. I cannot do it by myself. There is only one way to halt their plans, whatever they may be.’

‘What is that?’ Samuel asked.

‘You must kill her. Listen to me. The men guarding her are deadly and must be avoided. They will protect her with their lives. She must be stabbed through the heart or head or crushed beyond recognition-and it must be done quickly, before she can realise what is happening or she will have time to defend herself. She only has to reach for you. Her touch is death!’

Samuel shook his head. ‘I will not kill her.’

‘You must!’ the girl pleaded, again stepping close to him and grasping his shirtfront. ‘Or at least promise me this-if at last you see what they are doing with her, dothe deedthen, before it is too late. I don’t know what they plan, but they have crossed half the world to achieve something and she is crucial to whatever it may be. Do nothesitate onour god’s behalf. I know she appears helpless, but her spirit is eternal. The moment you smite her, she will be freed from her body and reborn once again. There is nothing to fear from her death, but she should never have been brought to this land. It is Canyon’s doing.’

‘Lady River,’ he told her. ‘I will heed your words, but I will need to speak with the others. It sounds quite fantastic.’

‘Do not!’ she gasped. ‘Do not trust anyone. If they suspect me of anything at all, they will kill me. I came to you, Magician, because I have heard you are also in their plans. I know you can be trusted. No doubt, they have some evil intention for you, too. I only hope I have not brought more danger upon you by coming to you, but I don’t know whom else I can trust. I am the only one left.’

‘You can trust me, Lady,’ Samuel said, trying to placate her fears. ‘I will keep your secret, but I will not kill her either. I cannot kill an innocent woman, no matter what sheis capable ofdoing. I will wait, and gather more information. But,if the time arrives as you say, I will act accordingly. You can be assured.’

With that, she nodded thoughtfully and pulled away from him. ‘I only hope you can act in time. Then good night,’ she said, and slipped back out the door, with Samuel popping his head out to follow her departure.

She had barely disappeared around the corner before Goodfellow came along the othercorridorwith two plates piledhighfull of steaming food. ‘What are you doing with your head out in the hallway?’ he asked, but Samuel would not say. They went inside to eat their meals, with Samuel’s mind set fairly on all the girl had told him.

His dreams that night were of a city in flames. A black-cloaked figure stood overlooking the ruin, watching on in the flickering light. Within the shadow of his hood,the figure bore a look of contentment, and the face within that cowl wasSamuel’sown. Wails and screams filled the air, but he did nothing to stop it, for everything as such was wonderful. As he held out his hand and clenched his fist shut, the land before him turned black as ashes and all the lives were extinguished as one.

He knew he should feel guilty, but the promise of such terrible power was truly thrilling and it was only a dream, after all. As the clouds of his dream churned and boiled, he set himself into them willingly, searching for more such beautiful destruction.

The morning was freezing and Samuel had to trot across the narrow tiled floor intheirroom, making for the haven of the one small rug. He washedfroma bowl of hot water and dressed-thankful for his thick Order robes. More than once during the night, he had been woken from his dreams and damned himself for being so reliant on the Argum Stone. It would only have taken a trickle of power to warm his icy bones, but a trickle of power was something the relic could not offer him. It was a weapon of all or nothing,and his attempts to control the object had still met such limited success.

He had half-expected the Paatin to attack while he slept, but no one had come to wake him in the night. He vaguely remembered Goodfellow getting up earlier and leaving him to sleep in. His stomach was grumbling and so he hurried from his room and began following the directions to the dining room that Goodfellow had given him in a lacklustre fashion the night before. He could feel Grand Master Tudor and Master Celios not far away and so,between his magician’s senses and the occasional directions given by passing soldiers, he finally managed to find breakfast. In the last few turns, the smells that wafted along the halls were all he needed to guide his way.

The room was warm and full of steaming goodness-bacon, sausages, eggs and the like-and the others were sitting together, already most of the way through their meal. Goodfellow waved to Samuel as he neared. Sir Ferse, as expected, was sitting tightly next to Master Celios and the Koian men were even dining at the table beside. Only the Koian women were absent and Samuel assumed they would be eating privately in their rooms. Soldiers were champing at their meals at the dozens of other tables; the room was full of the clattering and chattering noises of men and their breakfasting.

‘As you can see, the Paatin are yet to attack,’ said Grand Master Tudor as Samuel stepped over the bench and sat himself down. ‘I presume you had a decent night’s rest.’

‘Indeed,’ Samuel replied, as a busy servingwoman dumped a plate, piled high with foodstuff, before him. There were a couple of other plates sitting abandoned at the end of the table, but the lady seemed happy to let the half-finished breakfasts clutter up the table.

‘Master Celios has indicated that we will stay another day,’ Tudor revealed.

Samuel raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh?’

‘Timing is critical, Samuel,’ Master Celios said,his wordsbarely intelligibledue tothe great mass of eggs and breadinhis mouth. His lips were dripping slop and sauce all overhis cloak. ‘Last night I had a very strong feeling. We have a role to play here and the Koians have also not yet played their part.’

‘When will we leave?’ Samuel asked.

‘When the time is right,’ Celios replied.

‘When will the time be right?’

Celios looked back at him, almost in disbelief. ‘When the time is right, Samuel!’

Samuel could see Eric covering his amusement with the back of his hand. It seemed Master Celioscould giveno particular reason why they should stay and be embroiled in the coming battle, when they had a perfectly good opportunity to slip away-but that was the way with Master Celios.

‘So we are going to assist with the defence of Ghant?’ he asked.

‘If necessary,’ Tudor replied. ‘We will do what we must.’

Just then, something caught Samuel’s eye, there near the kitchen door. He just had time to spy a figure-someone he was sure he recognised-darting away down a side entrance, although it hardly seemed possible in this far-flung place. The little person even seemed to wave at him, as if to catch his attention, which seemed even stranger.

‘Excuse me a moment,’ he said, standing from the bench and sliding out beside the table.

‘Oh?’ Grand Master Tudor said with interest, pulling his staff aside before Samuel knocked it over. ‘Something caught your eye?’

‘Someone,’ Samuel replied, peering towards the corridor. ‘I’ll be back in a moment.’

Samuel darted off after his prey, finding that the doorway opened directlyonto an outdoor area where the cooks were hurrying about with their goods and carting wood for their ovens. There, across the hay-strewn floor, the dwarfish figure disappeared into another corridor. Samuel had not seen the man’s face, but everything about the man, and especially his aura-which Samuel had a knack for remembering-seemed to confirm the fact thatthe manwas known to him.

That next door led away past great barrels of water, each piped and connected and surroundedbypuddles on the floor. The little man was standing at the end, as if waiting for Samuel and,when he got nearer, he even smiled in greeting, which was brave, because Samuel had the compulsion to kill him right there on the spot.

‘Doonan!’ he said. ‘I knew it! What in blazes are you doing here, you evil little monster? I should kill you now.’

‘Poor Doonan,’ came another voice, and someone else, whom Samuel also knew very well, stepped beside the tiny man. He was tall, neatly dressed in a finely-cut suit, and looked very sure of himself. His name was Balten and he was surrounded by an aura of the sturdiest kind. ‘Don’t harass him, Samuel. That’s not fair of someone of your stature. I thought the Order was more benevolent than that.’

Samuel looked between the two of them, for he was not sure which one disturbed him more: Doonan, the spy-assassin-midget who had captured him and helped Ash with his conquest of the Argum Stone;or Balten, a senior member of the Circle of Eyes, who had threatened Samuel on multiple occasions and manipulated him for his own ends who knows how many times.

‘Calm now, Samuel,’ Balten said smoothly. ‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ Samuel was about to hurl insults at the man, but Balten already had his palms held up in defence. ‘No need to become agitated. Wait a moment while I tell you what is happening, and then feel free to abuse me as much as you wish.’

At this, Samuel took a calming breath. ‘I don’t know why I should, but I will give you a chance. What are you doing here?’

‘He’s just like you said,’ Doonan said in his squeaky voice, arching his neck to look up at the tall man beside him.

Balten only smirked. ‘Yes, he’s very excitable. Let me have a chat with him while you go back to the others,’ to which Doonan scurried off. ‘Now, first of all, I’m here because I’ve been waiting for you, of course. Once word reached me that you had been sent on this god-forsaken mission to rescue your Empress, I knew I would be able to find you here. I do have an offer to make to you, as you probably expect, but you may be surprised to learn I have actually come here with instructions to help you.’

Samuel decided to disbelieve anything that came out of Balten’s mouth from that point on. ‘How is that?’

‘As I’m sure you are aware, there is about to be a rather extensive battle here. With you being as important as Cang believes you to be, I have been instructed to help defend this little tower of rock and its inhabitants, so that you won’t be killed. What do you think of that?’

The smirk on Balten’s face was just far too big.

‘Firstly,’ Samuel began, ‘I don’t want your help and,secondly, the moment anyone here discovers who you are, you will have a lot of trouble keeping your head intact.’

Balten’s smile became even wider. ‘Oh, I don’t know about that. Let’s go give it a try.’

With that, Balten started back towards the dining room. The man who had towered over Samuel when they first met, was now only a head taller, but he strode with such gusto that Samuel had to scurry to keep up.

‘This way, is it?’ Balten said, gesturing into the room and he stepped in and went right up to Grand Master Tudor’s table.

‘Grand Master-’ Samuel began, but his mouth only hung open when he saw Balten sit down at the end of the table, where the midget Doonan was already eating with zest, and he, too, began eating away at the plate of food that remained.

‘What’s that, Samuel?’ Balten said. ‘You were about to say something? Go on?’

‘Sit down, Samuel,’ Grand Master Tudor insisted, ‘and stop gawking. Yes, I know who this is and I know he is a member of the Circle. I have known of Balten for a long time and,although he is no friend of the Order, we find ourselves in a situation where we require his considerable talents. We have been talking through most of the night and I can see that he was correctinhis estimate of your reactionto his offer of assistance. I was going to break the news to you gently, but you rushed out after them like a dog after ahare.’

Samuel sat back down at his place and looked at the two Ericsindisbelief. He hoped they wouldfeelas outraged as hewas, but they were only waiting calmly to see how the discussion would progress.

‘I don’t know what he’s told you, Grand Master, but this man-both of them-cannot be trusted. They are from the Circle of Eyes. Don’t you understand what that means?’

‘Yes, I do,’ Tudor responded flatly, taking a bite from his well-buttered bread and letting the crumbs tumble down and gather in his beard.

‘They are killers! Assassins! Spies! They are…they are-’ he struggled for more words to appropriately describe them.

‘Scoundrels,’ Balten suggested.

‘Cut-throats,’ Doonan squeaked, looking up from his plate with one eye.

‘But necessary,’ Tudor finished. ‘Master Celios gave me some forewarning that the Circle would have a presence here and, believe it or not, Samuel, the Order has had contact with the Circle at various times before-even if it is one of our deepest, darkest secrets, which it is to remain,’ he added,looking towards the two Erics to ensure they understood. ‘I have dealt with the Circle before, although admittedly never of my ownvolition, and I have heard many colourful things about Mr Doonan here, who was quite often in the employ of our belated Archmage. Despite all this, the situation is quite clear and requires that we put our differences aside. Wemustsave the Empress and the heir to the Empire. To do that, we must get through these mountains andin orderto do that, we must defend Ghant. We need all the help we can get.’

‘But-’ Samuel began to retort, but Tudor cut him off.

‘No.’

‘What-’ Samuel attempted.

‘No.’

‘Grand Master-’ came his last attempt, but Tudor raised a solemn finger and gave Samuel a stern look as heshooshedhim.

‘Hush, Samuel. It will be as I have said. Now you can continue flapping your gums like a fish out of water, or you can finish your breakfast.’

With that, Samuel gave up and did as he was told, picking up a lukewarm sausage on the end of his fork. He scowled towards the end of the table, but Balten only smiled back at himdisarmingly. There would be no good to be had from this.

After breakfast, Eric Pot and Goodfellow managed to squeeze all the information out of Samuel about Balten and they were both astonished that Grand Master Tudor had decided to work with him and the rotten dwarf, Doonan.

‘But how did he get here before us?’ Eric asked. ‘Do you think he can use a Journey spell?’ he added, making sure no one was near enough to hear.

‘No,’ Goodfellow replied. ‘I think it was luckmore than anything, or else he was already in Cintar and justleftahead of us. No one else can use the Journey spell besides you, Eric-as far as we know.’

‘It’s true,’ Samuel agreed. ‘As much as I hate to admit it, it was no great secret that we were coming here, but I just don’t trust him. The Circle never does anything that is notinits own interest.’

‘Well, at least we may be lucky in this case.Our interestsappear tocoincide,’ Goodfellow added. ‘If we are going to be here for this battle and Balten is as powerful as you say, then he will be very useful to us.’

‘That’s what worries me.’

Grand Master Tudor called them up to a high rampart later in the afternoon and it was surprising to see the Koians had also been summoned. The wind had been blowing strongly in the morning, but it had settled now and the sky was a clear blue, revealing the towering peaks that crowded over them from all around.

Soldiers were mostly milling about, but some were checking and preparing their equipment. Periodically, there would be a loud noise as the ballista teams launched tremendous lengths of sharpened timberand sent themhurtling across the chasm, testing their aim, seemingly able to strike with exact precision. Enormous catapults affixed to the ramparts could also shower the approaching path across the ravine with stones. It seemed obvious how Ghant had withstood all assaultsuntil now. There just seemed to be no way to even near it.

Balten and Doonan were there: Balten dressed in his neat jacket, while Doonan seemed almost attired as a carnival clown, in a suit of coloured stripes and patterns. The Koian god-woman wasalsothere, surrounded by her party, but this time her costume was far less extravagant. Whether it was the impending battle, or just some mysterious facet of her culture, she was now dressed in a many-layered coat with loose sleeves that hung almost to the ground. She wore no wig, but her hair had been greased andcolouredwith white stripes. Her face was painted snow-white and her eyes etched in black, as if to match the frosty mountain tops around.

‘Everyone is gathered,’ Master Celios announced aloud.

Grand Master Tudor turned to face them and they all shuffled closer. He addressed them in Old Tongue for the benefit of the Koians, so Master Celios kept his mouth close to Sir Ferse’s ear, translating as the old Grand Master spoke.

‘Welcome, everyone. As you can see, Ghant is readied for its defence. I wanted to speak to you all, as we fully expect the attack to begin after dark tonight. We need to prepare ourselves, and I also wanted to give anyone the chance to leave, should they so wish.’ At that he lookedmeaningfullytowards the Koian party, but they did not react in the slightest. ‘Hopefully, the Paatin will realise their assault is futile and leave quickly. Then, we can also be on our way. We expect the Paatin willbe forced to withdraw back to Kalid,at least until the spring,for with every passing day winter will make the pass more and more inhospitable.’

Ambassador Canyon returned the look with his own pert smile that he used for all occasions when he was not actually happy. ‘We have made a promise to stay with you, Grand Master Tudor, whatever the situation, until our fate is decided. Whatever the dangers, we have come here as promised. I think there is little point in us leaving so quickly.’

Tudor weighed up the answer. ‘Very well. I suggest that your party remain in your quarters for the duration of any assault. General Mar cannot affordto sparemen to take care of you, and being in the open could be dangerous. In the rare chance of the fortress being breached, we will fall back to Shallowbrook. Such an assault, of course, could last for weeks, for,as the chasm that marks the edge of Turia stops our enemy from reaching us, so too,it inhibits us from reaching them. Eventually, it will be the elements thatwillforce them to withdraw. We will meet each afternoon at this time to discuss any changes in our situation.’

Canyon nodded in agreement-or perhaps it was more of a bow, for he had cupped his hands together slightly, as the Koians sometimes did when displaying courtesy. ‘We shall stay in our rooms and out of your way as you suggest.’

‘Sir Ferse,’ Tudor began and thatregal fellow looked keenly to the magician in expectation, ‘I think you also should stay indoors.’

But Master Celios would have none of that and spoke up excitedly. ‘Not at all, Grand Master. It is important that Sir Ferse remains with me whenever possible. I will be responsible for his well-being.’

Tudor gave the otherMaster a level gaze, before submitting. ‘Very well.’ He then turned to Balten and the dwarf. ‘I assume you two will make yourselves useful as required.’

‘We hope to be of some use. I like the look of that tower,’ Balten said, craning his neck to look to the highest column-like reaches of Ghant. ‘If you need me, I will probably be up there. Doonan is quite useful with his hands and not too fond of heights, so I think I will set him loose down here. It may pay not to get too close to him, though, once things get started. He can get a tad excitable in the heat of battle.’

At this, Doonan gave a demonic smile and revealed his dirty teeth. The old Grand Master raised a questioning brow, but could only sigh and shake his head.

Tudor turned directly to the younger magicians. ‘You three will stay close to me. Not only must I keep my promise to Grand Master Anthem to keep you safe, but I will call upon your skills as Masters of the Order. I expect you to be readyfor anything and to follow my instructions without a blink of hesitation. Captain Orrell and his men have now been assimilated into General Mar’s defences, but,if he comes seeking you, I advise you to follow his instructions. He has grown familiar with the ways of magic and he has a cunning mind. He may find applications for you that even you have not considered yet. Now, please spend a few minutes examining our surrounds.’

They did as instructed, and Samuel used his senses as best he could to assess the far approach to Ghant. There was little to learn, however, and as much as he would have liked to find some tactical advantage hidden in the stones, he could not.

The Koians seemed in no hurry to leave and were also milling about on the parapet, peering down over the battlements and into the chasm and across it with interest, pointing. Samuel strolledin their directionas casually as possible until he was beside the young Lady River, but she did not seem alarmed by his presence.

‘What a beautiful place,’ she said, smiling.

‘Are you not afraid Canyon will see us speaking?’

‘Oh, he already has. There is no point hiding anything. Besides, I will not talk to you about anything now. I have said all I will say. There is nothing else I can do but serve my god as best I can.’

‘And I have considered your words and kept your secret.’

She sighed. ‘Thank you, Magician. When the time comes, I know you will act properly.’ And she stepped away from the edge and towards the other two ladies and their god.

‘I wouldn’t believe too much of anything thoseOutlanders say to you, Samuel.’ It was Balten and he had strolled up to Samuel with his hands clasped behind his back.

‘I wouldn’t believe too much of anything you said, either,’ Samuel replied tartly.

‘Well said.’

‘You seem to be in high spirits these days,’ Samuel noted.

‘It seems we know each other quite well, Samuel. You can probably guess that I am doing my best to be civil. I’m just not very good at it. Not much practice, you understand.’

‘I think we can speak openly, Balten. I know you are here for your own reasons.’

‘Of course. Would it be any other way?’

‘So I am just interested to see what it is you have come for.’

‘In fact,I spoke the truth, Samuel. I am here to help keep you alive.’

‘And why no mention of your greater cause? You seemed so intent that I was to help you prevent the demons from returning. Don’t you want me to help you with that, or has the Demon King found some diversion to better occupy his time?’

Balten gave Samuel another of his wonderfullysecretive smiles. ‘Why,you are helping me already, Samuel. You do remember me mentioningthat you would help us whether you wanted to or not? Once again, you arebehaving splendidly, Samuel-all according to plan. The demons are coming, just as I said. Of that, we are surer than ever. The defence of our world is well underway. This battle, in itself, is an important step in that process. Many will die, but their bodies willpavethe path to our salvation.’

Samuel felt his temper rising. ‘When will you ever say what you mean? If you need my help so much, why don’t you just bloodywell ask for it? You say that the future of the world is so important, yet you’re not the least bit interested in those who live in it? How can you be such a hypocrite?’

With that, Balten’s smile dropped away and he changed expression to one of complete neutrality, in theway that only Balten could do, as if all his emotions were only calculated gestures of his face, crafted only to beguile those around him into believing he was human. ‘How can you control the fabric of matter and energy, Samuel, when you cannot even control yourself? Magicians cannot function as witless slaves to their emotions. Please, control your temper, Samuel. This is not the way a magician should behave.’

‘To hell with you and your lectures! I’m no lackey of yours.’

‘Very well. Then let me answer your question. I dobelieve that any number may be sacrificed to achieve our goal, for the outcome is paramount. Of course, I take no enjoyment from suffering, but I am aware that suffering must occur. Our victory will achieve an endless peace across the world. So, Samuel, can you tell me that a few lives matter, a few thousandoreven millions compared to the countless numbers that will die if the demons are allowed to continue their cycle of destruction?’

‘Yes, they do matter!’ Samuel said, enraged, for he could not forget that Balten had tricked and manipulated him in the past. Balten had sent him into exile in Tindal, and there he had met and loved Leila, before she was slain by Ash’s servants. He could not help but feel that Balten’s plotting had somehow contributed to Leila’s death. ‘People may mean nothing to you, but we are not all as heartless and hollow as you. No victory can be worth such deaths. The innocent cannot be sacrificed. No goal is worth it if such losses must be made.’

‘Noble thoughts, Samuel, but nothing that has not been contemplated countless times before and thoughts that I’m sure you will learn to reconsider in the coming future; far wiser minds than yours have pondered these concepts and it’s pleasing that you have at least started to consider them, as misguided as yourconclusionsmay be. Most people are just sheep, Samuel-hollow meat too ignorant to cultivate anything approaching self-awareness, yet alone a soul. I see you don’t agree, but I’m sure we will be discussing this further at length. I know you have things to do, so I will leave you to enjoy the view. I’m sure I smelled some tobacco earlier on and I only hope I can convince the owner to part with some before I go mad.’

With that, Balten strode off, sniffing the air. Samuel was leftstanding on the parapet,his cheeks burning with anger,andthe chill mountain air did little to cool his blood. It was only a few moments laterthathe noticed the Koian ladiesmoving towards him, escorting their god-woman between them, as if she would fall over the moment they released her hands.

‘Our god wishes to speak with you,’ Lady Leaf announced.

‘With me?’ Samuel responded, still with his blood boiling. ‘I thought she did not speak to us mortals.’

‘Not usually but,given the fact you will be acting as our guardian in the coming battle, she wishes to bestow upon you her blessing,according to our customs.’

Samuel had to admit he was interested to hear what the Koian woman had to say to him. ‘Very well,’ he said.

The god-woman shifted her head to look at the attendants beside her, and they took it as a sign to retreat. They did so, releasing her billowing sleeves and bowing before moving away. Young Lady River followed the older two, trailing her gaze onto Samuel. He could not forget what River had said about her god, but he could not bring himself to believe that a single woman was somehow capable ofliterallyconsuming the entire crew of their ship.

‘I am grateful you have kept your word,’ the woman before him hissed. ‘I was not sure if Turians were an honourable people.’

‘I am not Turian. And please, do not speak to me in such a voice. I know you can speak properly.’

The god-woman was thoughtful and looked over her shoulders to see if the others were within earshot. ‘I can,’ she said softly, clearing her throat as if the act of speaking with her own voice pained her.

‘Why have you come here? What do you want in this land?’

She seemed taken aback. ‘I do not want anything, Magician,’ she said softly. ‘We told you why we have come. I must be protected until the time of my rebirth.’

Samuel glanced to the ladies behind, who were looking towards him with concern. He would not have long before they returned. ‘Maybe that is what you believe, but your companions keep secrets from us. That is not the way of those who come with honest intentions.’

‘It is true, Magician. We have kept secrets from you, but nothing that could harm you. They are only our own customs and mannerisms. We have no ill intentions at all. We are a peaceful people. We seek only refuge from the violence that has destroyed our home and to repay you for your kindness.’

‘Peaceful? Why would someone so peaceful come with warriors in their midst?’

‘Warriors? I do not know what you mean.’

‘Your men. They are trained killers and not the simple servants you make out.’

‘No,’ she said. ‘You are mistaken. They tend to me,that is all. They are my servants.’

‘If you believe that, it is you who are mistaken.’

He could see the ladies edging nearer from behind and,somehow, she sensed it,too,and stood stiffly, silently.

‘That is all,’ she said, again in her croaking voice and she turned about in a flurry of tassels as the ladies scurried in beside her. They whispered into her ear and Lady Leaf and River whisked her away, while Lady Wind stayed behindmomentarily.

‘You have been honoured, Magician,’ she stated, scrutinising him up and down, before turning and striding away, leaving Samuel shaking his head in frustration.

Sir Ferse was strutting along the parapet looking quite annoyed and, with the strange conversations he had already had, Samuel thought there was no reason why he should not see what it was that wasdisturbingthe man.

‘Come see this, Samuel,’ he said uponespying Samuel’s approach. His voice was full of urgency. When Samuel arrived at his side, Sir Ferse started gesturing over the wall, down to the lower levels of the fortress. ‘Do you see those men?’

Samuel peered over and noticed a group of the Ghant defenders. They appeared to be on guard, standing together side by side with their backs to the citadel wall.

‘Yes?’

‘What does it look like they are doing to you?’ Sir Ferse asked.

Samuel took another peek. ‘They seem to be doing what soldiers do. Standing around. Holding weapons. Are they on guard, perhaps?’

‘Near enough. Now look up there, and over there,’ and he gestured to other squads of men at different heights along the citadel, all seemingly doing normal soldierlythings. ‘These men should be thrown into the chasm for all they’re worth. Better yet, General Mar should be. These men have forgotten what the Turian Empire stands for! The Empire was founded on precision and preparation, efficiency and obedience. Look what has happened! This is intolerable!’ The man was really quite flustered.

‘Calm now, Sir Ferse. It doesn’t seem quite so bad to me. They really don’t look any different to the soldiers in Cintar.’

Ferse took a deep breath and seemed to calm himself. ‘Of course. What would a magician know,’ he said quite factually. ‘The legions of Turia nearly managed to conquer the entire continent on several occasions, but each time-’ and he sighed, ‘-we failed because of some tiny oversight. You would never believe the incredible complexity of managing an empire,of directing armies of men across vast distances. The logistics are inconceivable. And,with every extra man,the complexity grows twofold. If you have reliable commanders beneath you, it eases the burden, but such men are hard to find. There are just too many fools, or too manywhofall into laziness, without someone watching their backs. Take General Mar, for example. He has been guarding this pass for about twenty years now and I have never seen things in such a state.’

‘You have been here before, then?’

‘Many times over the years. The responsibilities of Turia had us marching to all corners of the Empire and beyond, making inspections and attending formal occasions. Ah, but it doesn’t matter now. It’s funny. Never in my entire life did I ever question what I was doing. Every moment of myexistencewas for the Empire, but now, it just seems so pointless, as if I was working so feverishly that I was blind to what was true in the world.’

‘I find that is a common occurrence with Turians, Sir Ferse.’ Immediately, he regretted the words that had slipped from his mouth, for Sir Ferse scowled at him. He then attempted to cover his mistake with some subtle flattery. ‘Oh, don’t misunderstand me. Turians are the most noble of people but,as a Marlen, I can see that sometimes there are other things to value in life above the Empire.’

Sir Ferse gave a slow nod and looked to the mountaintops across the chasm, where the wind was blowing up enormous spirals of mist from the peaks. ‘You are right, Magician. Again, that is something I would never have considered. Perhaps, that is why the Empress was so treasured by our late Emperor over all his other wives. She was not of Turian blood and did not blindly follow her husband’s words without at least arguing with him first. Do you know, in more years than anyone could remember, the Emperor had never heard the simple word“ no”? They say,the first time she said it to him, he flew into a rage and tore half the palace to shreds, but she stood firmly and would not be dissuaded. When the Emperor finally calmed down, he had the sense to realise that she had been right. Not one of the advisers or accountants or politicians of the courthadever had the spine to say what they really thought and it had created this shroud of ignorance around the Emperor-a miasma of misinformation. Still, he could not have learnt all his lessons that day, for the Emperor made many more mistakes after that.’

At that, Samuel almost choked and had to pound himself in the chest. To hear such a statement from a Turian was almost unheard of.

‘You sound as if you knew them well.’

‘Who?’ Sir Ferse responded, turning his back to the mountains and lookingatSamuel as if he was surprised the magician was still there.

‘The Emperor and the Empress.’

‘Oh, yes. Of course I knew them. I have been in the court many years-more than most. That is why I have come on this journey-to somehow account for the errors of my past.’ He passed his gaze across the others gathered on the parapet, then looked back to Samuel, staring intently with barely a blink of his cool blue eyes. ‘Did you know, Samuel, that the Emperor did not have even one friend in all his life? I don’t want to be like that.’

‘He didn’t?’

‘I suppose it was because of the nature of his personality. He was a perfectionist to a fault and utterly demanding-unforgiving of failure.’

‘And something of a madman, on some counts.’

Again, Samuel’s mouth had run away from him, and he half-expected Sir Ferse to go berserk, but the man only smiled.

‘So some say. But let me ask you a question, Samuel. What would you do if you could take back the mistakes of your life and start anew?’

‘Are you referring to my last statement?’

‘Perhaps something a little more profound than that. If you could take back something terrible by doing something utterly wonderful, wouldn’t you leap at the chance?’

Samuel thought immediately of Ash and the day that Leila had been slain by the man’s lackeys, but he would not speak of it. ‘We all do things we live to regret, but they build us into the men we become. Fate moulds us and its efforts cannot be undone.’

‘But you succeeded, Samuel! You did revenge your family and you did kill the magician Ash. It is a story that now resounds around the city. Wasn’t that a wonderful feeling?’

‘You seem to know all about me.’

‘Your story has been told and retold by the people of Cintar in many forms now, Samuel, since you became its saviour. There are the occasional bits and pieces known only to a select few, but you can be sure those secrets will remain safe for the time being.’ The man did seem to know more about Samuel than he was letting on, and he noticed Samuel take a start at his words. ‘Don’t worry. You have nothing to fear from me, Samuel. I have no interest in your story, or the things you have done.’ Then he leaned closer. ‘In fact, by killing the Emperor, you did me a greater favour than you could ever realise.’

Samuel took a step back, not keen to become involved in any conspiracies the man had in mind. ‘I’m not at all sure what you are talking about, Sir Ferse.’

Sir Ferse laughed heartily and put his handsonthe battlement, leaning up against it. ‘You really have no idea how amusing the world is from my point of view. Anyway, we will have much to discuss in the future. We should focus now on defending this pass, for once Master Celios says our task is done, whatever it may be, we can continue on to our mission.’

‘So you have no idea why we must dally here?’

‘Not at all. Master Celios provides more puzzles with his visions than any questions he may answer. I have learnt to trust the man’s intuitions, despite his growing eccentricities, but I can never understand him.’

‘You seem confident that we will win here.’

‘Oh, I have no idea. But Ghant has never been overwhelmed before and I don’t see why it would be now,and,in reality,I no longer care. Master Celios has assured me that we will save young Leopold in the end, and that is all that matters.’

‘And his mother-the Empress?’

‘Well, yes, of course I hope we can save her, too. Every boy needs his mother. He is, of course, the future Emperor. Our hopes all rest with him.’

‘You are really something of an enigma, Sir Ferse. I am not sure I know how to react to you.’

Again, and just as mysteriously, Sir Ferse laughed aloud and stepped back from the edge of the parapet. He walked past Samuel and slapped him on the shoulder like a good friend. ‘That’s the best news I’ve heard this whole trip. Now, I must go see General Mar and scold him for his deficiencies. I’m sure he will have a fit.’

Samuel rested for the remainder of the day, but,as dusk fell,he returned to the parapet, for his senses had begun tingling within his skull. The occasional break in the cloudsaffordedthe briefest glimpse of the stars, so bright and clear up here away from the towns and cities. The comet he had first sighted in the woods around Rampeny was still present and it,too,peeked out whenever the clouds parted, itslongtail stretching behind it like afaintscratch of silver.

It had just ceased raining and the stones were left wet and glimmering in the torchlight. Fires had been lit all along the citadel walls to lend their light and men gathered around them for warmth.

There was some excitement now, for it seemed figures had been seen creeping about on the far side of the chasm. A few missiles were sent whistling across by the great mechanical devices, and the distant shadows could be seen quickly retreating.

‘What’s happening?’ Eric asked, rushing up beside Samuel. They stood at the wall’s edge, leaning between the battlements and peering out over what seemed like a sea of nothingness between the mountains.

The young Captain Ravenshood was directing the men there. ‘Magicians,’ he said coming over. ‘Tell me, what can you see?’

Samuel could easily sense a large number of men gathered out of sight across the chasm. ‘Their army comes, Captain. They amass in the valleys out of view and jostle in the paths that approach.’

Just then, a stream of mage-lights shot across the gap like burning arrows and Samuel looked to the heights of Ghant, where the telltale energies of Balten could be seen, pulsing and cavorting as he cast his spells. The hovering mage-spheres illuminated the far side brightly, clustered in the air.

Grand Master Tudor and Goodfellow came clambering up the stairs onto the parapet.

‘So they’re coming, are they?’ Tudor said, furrowing up his forehead and peering out over the wall’s edge. ‘Now we’ll see what they have planned for us.’

The night was deathly cold and the soldiers all around stamped their feet or huddled by the fires to keep warm. Clouds of tiny,winged insects gathered from the darkness to benearthe fires and the men swatted at them irritably. Occasionally, larger bugs zoomed into view and their wings buzzed about in the night. The Paatin army made no attempt to come forward, and so they waited for several hours,while Samuel thumbed the ring in his pocket nervously. Finally, a stirring in the pattern caught his attention. Something had begun.

‘Magicians!’ he hissed, and Grand Master Tudor heard him and focussed his own senses into the distance.

‘Yes, you’re right, Samuel. Magic is at work. So we know they have summoned their wizards. Now we shall see what kind of magic they have brought.’

Samuel continued staring out towards the Paatin. They were still far, for the narrow paths would only allow them to approach in a single column, but with so many men in such close proximity together, he had no trouble discerning their presence.

‘Tell me, Samuel,’ the old man implored. ‘What do you see?

‘They have spread out behind the mountain.’ Something high then caught his attention. ‘They are climbing the rocks.’

‘Those rock faces are sheer and treacherous,’ Captain Ravenshood said. ‘One or two skilled climbers could ascend them but,even so, the distance is far and there is no advantage to be had, except toactas lookouts. The chasm is much too wide to do them any good.’

‘Therearemore than one or two, Captain,’ Samuel informed. ‘I feel many. There are hundreds,perhaps thousands.’

The young man looked confused. ‘No. It’s not possible. And to what end, unless they plan to jump to their deaths?’

Time seemed eternal as they waited, eachscarcelydaring to breathe. All along the walls and parapets of Ghant, men stood, cradling their weapons and waiting nervously.

A yell sounded from somewhere below and the metallic clangs of battle ensued. After barely a few strokes, it seemed to have ended.

‘What’s this?’ Tudorasked, striding up and down the wall with concern. ‘Have they breachedthe citadel?’

Similar sounds of battle came from another direction and this continued for longer. Captain Ravenshood shouted commands and his banner-men signalled to General Mar up in his tower where he could oversee the defence. Screams and shouts sounded from other parts of the citadel and the magicians continued peering all around and into the darkness, ignorant of any sign of Paatin troops or what could be causing the disturbances. A flash of magic struck out from the heavens, and Samuel looked up towards Balten on his tower top. More flashes followed, streaking out into the air high over the chasm. With the clouds churning behind him, Balten looked like a god throwing bolts from the heavens. It was then that one of the citadel guards came running up the stairs to shout the alarm.

‘They’re in the citadel!’ he said. ‘All around! They’ve crossed the chasm!’

Captain Ravenshood stepped forward to ask the man how, when they all received the answer to his question. With a clacking sound, a dark-skinned Paatin soldier dropped from the blackness and landed atop the messenger, hacking him down with a long curved sword.

‘They fly!’ came a cry and it seemed to signal a rain of the Paatin upon them. Soldiers drew their swords and desperately fought to defend themselves from the caped desert-men who had somehow crossed the chasm. Tudor lashed out with azure streaks of magic that scorched Paatin cloth and flesh, and the Erics worked their spells feverishly, clearing the area of attackers. Samuel had his magic ring in his hand, fearful of using it, for the relic seemed to be burning him before he had even put it on.

The first wave of attackers was light and the Ghant soldiers managed to defend themselves. In the short calm that followed, Grand Master Tudor kicked over one of the smoking Paatin corpses and pulled back the man’s cloak with his staff. Revealed beneath, growing from the man’s shoulder blades were two sets of folded wings that reached down to his knees, veined likethose ofa dragonfly. The wings looked somewhat crushed beneath his body and they leaked a sticky,yellowish liquid that stank of squashed bugs. A residue of magic seeped from the things, and Samuel could sense that they had been recently grown, perhaps only minutes before.

It was only then that Samuel looked up, high into the darkness above the lights of the citadel, and his magician’ssightrevealed a sky full of men, sailing across the gap between the mountains like bees scrambling between flowers.

‘Incredible,’ Eric gasped, still looking at the body before them.

‘Yes, very remarkable,’ Tudor agreed. ‘I think now we can see how they intend to take the citadel.’

Samuel tugged the old man’s cloak and pointed to the sky above them.

‘Goodness,’ Tudor stated, looking up and was almost dumbfounded himself. ‘Captain!’ he shouted, despite the young man being directly next to him. ‘Signal General Mar! The Paatin are airborne and landing all over the citadel. Sound the full defence!’ The young man leapt to action and began shouting at his banner-men. ‘You three, get to our Koian friends and defend them. The Paatin could be throughout the whole place in moments. They are landing everywhere. If things look grim,remember our plan.’

The clacking of many wings gave them the slightest warning and another wave of winged Paatin invaders crashed down around them. The men seemed unfamiliar with their new appendages and some landed sprawling. Some broke their legs or arms as they fell hard. Others had trouble with their balance and fought awkwardly once they had landed. Individually, the dark-skinned desert-men were felled easily, but they began landing in greater and greater numbers. The soldiers on the parapet found themselves quickly being outnumbered, while Captain Ravenshood frantically called for more troops. Again the magicians struck out with their magic while Samuel sheltered behind them. He was forced to haveback against the battlements when some movements caught his eye, causing him to spinroundand face the chasm.

‘Grand Master!’ he called, and the old magician had to pull himself from the fray, strikingalanding Paatin down with blasts of magic and peering out after Samuel’s pointed finger.

While the Ghant defenders had been busy fending off the winged assault, other desert-men had now been able to rush out onto the far ledge. They carried large bows between three of them and they were hammering their devices into the stone. Readied, some of the men began shooting cables fair across the wide gap.Eachone wastipped with a barbed end that penetrated the fortress stone and dug in deep. Dozens more ropes started leaping across the chasm and,as soon as the rope had been pulled taut, the Paatin began shimmying across.

‘Captain!’ Tudor called out, but the man was occupied, defending himself from a trio of snarling desert-men.

‘Withdraw!’ the Captain cried, for the numbers of Paatin on the parapet had now become overwhelming.

Unfortunately, the magicians were now separated from the cluster of soldiers and could not reach the stairs. The Paatin had surrounded them, pinning them against the battlements. Samuel ducked and weaved, under and aside, from sword stroke and thrust. All his dexterity was tested as he moved from one magician’s stance to another, using his well-honed skills to move about as nimbly as a marketplace acrobat.

Spinning about and finally having a moment to spare, Samuel pulled the Argum Stone from his pocket and readied to put it on his finger. He knew the power would be difficult to control and here, in this tight space, the results could be disastrous, but the Paatin had tested his patience, and he was going to blast them all-to hell with the consequences.

A flash of magic caught his eye just as Balten came crashing down like a bolt of lightning. He landed amongst the pack of Paatin and those around him were thrown from their legs as the great wall shuddered beneath them.

‘Quickly,’ he motioned. ‘I have more to do than look after you.’

‘Infernal fool,’ Tudor muttered. ‘I was just about to do that.’

They darted down the stairs, leaving Balten to protect their backs. The man struck out with lashes of magic that had the Paatin screaming and throwing themselves to the floor as blood erupted from their eyes and ears.

‘Off you go!’ Tudor instructed. ‘See to the Koians. I will guard the crossing bridge. If the Paatin gain that, we will be in even greater trouble.’

They did as they were told, and Eric led the way, dashing through the halls and courtyards of the citadel as fast as they could. Some rooms were thick with fighting and others were strewn with General Mar’s defenders or Paatin bodies seeping yellow fluid. However, as they descended, the lower floors of the fortress seemednotto be infiltrated and the three magicians went largely unaccosted.

They spied a small group of blood-soaked soldiers guarding the hall and it took a moment to realise that one of them was Captain Orrell. Another of the gore-encrusted men was Lieutenant Valiant. When Orrell heard of their goal, he left Valiant to guard the passageway, while he accompanied the magicians to act in the defenceof the Koians.

They made the hallway where the Koians had been lodged and, calling out, they were dismayed to find the rooms all empty-all but the last. Lady River lay beside her bed, strewn on the rug with her limbs at bizarre angles, her hair fallen across her face.

‘A broken neck,’ Orrell said, squatting down beside her. He looked up at the magicians with suspicion. ‘It’s strange they chose not to stab her. The Paatin all have swords.’

A woman’s scream had them all running again and they followed the noises of battle into the dining room, following a trail of fallen desert-men. Stone, the Koian attendant was sprawled on the floor and although,not quite dead, Samuel could see the man had scant moments left, such were his wounds. A black shadow had nearly engulfed his life force and it marked his final breaths.

Further sounds drew them out into the outdoor courtyard where Samuel had first pursued Doonan. The Koians were there, surrounded by a group of Paatin. Lady Leaf lay dead on the stone, mouth agape and eyes open, with Cloud splayed out beside her. The woman had a single,deep gash to her middle, while Cloud had been stabbed countless times, as if his attackers had been afraid he would not stay dead. Around them was a pile of dead and twisted Paatin. Lady Wind and the god-woman stood in a corner hugging each other, with Horse standing defiantly before them, holding off the dozen or more Paatin. His stance was low and his fists were held out in clenched knots. His brow was dripping with sweat and his chest was heaving with pained exertion.

When the magicians came bustling in, some of the Paatin had turned their heads to see, and Horse acted like a released spring. In a blink,he had leapt up and snapped a Paatin neck with his foot. One hand reached out and pulled another towards him by the wrist, using the man’s sword to skewer one of his own. He then broke that man’s neck with a reach and a twist. Each one that died reeked with the same thick yellow fluid that had been saturated with perverted magic.

Captain Orrell watched on, for Horse had acted faster than anyone could believe, leaving them all standing as if rooted to the spot. ‘Well,that answers our questions.’

The remaining Paatin split themselves between the magicians and the defiant Koian, raising their swords and stepping forward with their mouths hanging open. The desert-men moved stiffly and with hazed eyes, as if the magic that had given them wings had also filled them with a poison that sapped their strength.

The Erics did not hesitate, striking out with their spells, knocking down the Paatin in succession and Horse broke the leg of one and quickly dispatched the final two with crushing blows to their chests, moving like a blur of destruction. With each blow he landed, a silver jet of energy-visible only to Samuel’ssight-flashed around his fists and feet, like sleeves of magic. Never before had Samuel witnessed magic summoned or used in such a way, but he had no time to consider it now.

Captain Orrell was left with nothing to do but wave his sword in a token fashion, for all the Paatin were dead.

Only then did Canyon come stumbling out of the water room. He looked at the pile of bodies, then his fallen country-folk and lastly the magicians. ‘This is intolerable,’ he said. ‘Our god is in danger and these accursed winged men come in greater and greater numbers. This fortress is lost. We must be gone from here.’

Horse nodded and relaxed from his fighting stance, readying to follow his leader. His knotted muscles unbunched and relaxed beneath his shirt as he took a great deep breath. It was like watching a great siege machine being disarmed,its tension mechanisms carefully released.

‘Magicians, follow us,’ Canyon suggested. ‘We will meet the others in the town as was suggested.’

‘But Ghant is not yet lost,’ Samuel refuted. ‘These winged desert-men are slow and the magic has poisoned their blood,’ and to demonstrate the fact, he kicked at a cloaked body at his feet. Fluid oozed out onto the stones with a sickly smell. ‘All we need do is prevent their main force from crossing the chasm. These men are only useful for a limited time. They are little more than diversions.’

‘And Grand Master Tudor is still with us,’ Goodfellow asserted.

‘And Balten,’ Eric added. ‘The battle is not over while we have them.’

Canyon seemed annoyed. ‘Then if you insist on holding onto this tomb of rock, we will not accompany you. As you can see, we have already lost half our number to yourdiversions. If you would, please escort us to the mounting yard and we will ride for Shallowbrook and await you there.’

Samuel looked to Captain Orrell for agreement. ‘Can we get there and back safely?’

Captain Orrell rubbed thoughtfully at his bristled chin. ‘We can do it, but we must be quick. If we are to make any difference in this battle, we must return before the odds are weighted too heavily against us.’

They agreed and started off, with Horse rushing away at the lead, so that the others had to race to keep up with him.

‘Where is River?’ Samuel asked of Canyon, seeking to test the man’s reactions.

‘She is also dead,’ the ambassador said, and pushed past Samuel back into the dining room. He gave nothing away in his voice.

Captain Orrell slipped in front and now led the way, with his sword readied, treading swiftly and carefully along the halls. He paused at each corridor and waved the group to passonly whenhe judged them to be safe. As the Captain had said, they saw no Paatin and only the occasional Ghant defender, rushing by to reinforce some struggling point of the defence.

‘We’ve lost our squad,’ one declared. ‘What should we do?’

‘Keep the halls clear,’ Orrell told him. ‘Make your way to the command room if you can. General Mar will need all the help he can get.’

The party finally spilled out from the fortress and into the night air. They hurried along the stone path that followed the ravine, away from Ghant and towards the stables. From here, they could see fires set all over the citadel, and the noises of battle echoed between the mountains.

On the other side of the ravine, every inch of flat ground was filled with Paatin, each waiting to be across the gap. The space across the chasm was filled with hundreds of glistening filaments; each one a strong cable that the desert-men madetheir wayacross as quickly as they could. There was something broken and burning at the bottom of the ravine, half engulfed in the savage river that churned there amongst the rocks. It was too distant and dark to see clearly, but Samuel guessed it was the crossing bridge. If the defenders truly feared they would lose Ghant, perhaps they had thrown it down to sabotage the Paatin advance as much as they could.

‘This is not good,’ Captain Orrell declared. ‘At this rate, they will overwhelm the citadel in no time.’

‘Then let’s get back there and help,’ Eric said. ‘I can see no more winged Paatin in the air, so the Koians will be safe here for the time being.’

‘Ambassador Canyon, can you ride to Shallowbrook from here?’ Samuel asked.

‘The battle is lost, Samuel!’ Canyon said. ‘Can’t you see? If you go back in there you will be killed and who will save your Empress then?’

‘It’s not over, yet. You are forgetting we are Magicians of the Order, and we can achieve what others find impossible. Besides, Master Celios is still in there, and whatever reason he had for us remaining at Ghant does not seem to have happened yet.’

They left the Koian survivors where they were and sped back towards the embattled fortress. Orrell left them within the main gate, taking the back route in attempt to make his way to General Mar, while the magicians took the direct route up the main stairs.

‘Master Celios is not always right, Samuel,’ Eric said.

‘I know, but I wasn’t about to leave anyone behind. Canyon only wants to save his own skin.’

They came out onto a long,rounded wall, looking down upon a large square where Paatin and Turian defenders were attackingeach otherfuriously like two nests of opposing insects. Most of the slower, winged Paatin seemed to have been vanquished, buttheyhad been replaced by their hardier comrades who had scaled across the chasm.

‘There!’ Goodfellow shouted, pointing into the throng.

Samuel followed his gaze and spied Master Celios and Sir Ferse caught amongst the battle. Master Celios seemed to be doing little except cower, while Sir Ferse dispatched almost every Paatin that came near with supple strokes of his blade. There was no doubt that Samuel had seen the man’s style before, for he fought with an inimitable,effortless grace that spoke of a master swordsman.

‘Well,don’t just stand there like fools,’ squeaked a little voice from beside them, and Samuel was surprised to notice that Doonan had sneaked up on them. The little man drew a tiny sharp object from his belt and flicked it down into the fray. A desert-man went down clutching his neck, but his shriek was lost in the cacophony of other cries and the clanging of steel that rang out all around.

They readied to cast their spells, when a blast of trumpets called from the heights of Ghant.

‘What is that? Goodfellow asked.

‘A call to aid from General Mar,’ Doonan stated.

‘But where is Grand Master Tudor?’ Samuel asked.

‘With General Mar,’ the dwarf replied.

‘Then let’s go,’ Eric stated. ‘They need our help.’

‘We can’t just leave,’ Goodfellow said with alarm. ‘These men will be overwhelmed.’

Doonan offered a suggestion. ‘If you magicians could use your spells to remove the cables that now span the chasm, the chances would swing in our favour. It is only their constant reinforcements that are keeping us overwhelmed.’

‘Eric,’ Samuel said. ‘What if you see to the cables? I will go to assist General Mar and, Goodfellow, you stay here and help as you can.’

‘Agreed,’ the other two asserted.

‘You won’t get to Mar directly. I know the way around,’ Doonan said and Samuel agreed to have the dwarf as his guide.

Eric hurried off to see to the cables, while Samuel started away with Doonan at the lead, leaving Goodfellow to throw his spells to Master Celios’ aid.

‘We must hurry,’ Doonan called, dashing along on his tiny legs. ‘We don’t want to get boxed in.’

They hurried through chamber and hall, along terrace and stairway. Several times,they had to turn back, either because they met a scene of battle or the way had been barricaded or broken. They stumbled upon the occasional lone Paatin warrior but Doonan dispatched each one with a flick of his wrist.

‘How many of those darts do you have?’ Samuel asked as they ran. ‘I’m assuming they’re poisoned.’

‘Deadly poison,’ he panted back. ‘Imported. Very expensive, too. I’m down to my last one, so after that you had better start earning your keep, Magician. I’m not made of money.’

They were running across a bridge that spanned two of the smaller towers when an incoming ball of magic alerted his senses and had Samuel diving to the floor.

‘Get down!’ he shouted and Doonan slapped to the floor like a dropped fish as the magic struck.

A boom sounded on the roof and the impact shook the wooden structure violently. One of the centre beams that ran along the ceiling broke in two with a sharp crack. It was not a spell that had hit them, however, for Samuel realised it wasactuallya magicianwhohad crashed onto the top of the enclosed bridge. With barely a pause, the person started off, bounding along the roof; each footstep was like a hammer blow, punching holes through the ceiling as the figure scrambled away.

‘A wizard!’ Samuel hissed, following the magic with his senses.

‘Om-rah!’ Doonan said. ‘He’s here!’

Samuel gained his feet as the little man was dusting himself off. ‘Who is that?’ he asked of the dwarf.

‘The Paatin arch-wizard. If he is here, we are in big trouble. Hereallyhates Balten!’

‘One wizard does not trouble us, dwarf.’

‘Then you are a fool, Samuel, to judge what you have not yet seen.’

Just then, the structure groaned and shuddered.

‘Come. We should be moving,’ Samuel suggested, but before he could start away another cluster of magic came flying in towards them. This time, the scent of the magic was familiar. ‘Balten!’

The second magician also landed atop their wooden structure, leaving Samuel and Doonan scrambling to hold on as it tore from its bracing and dropped several feet. They heard Balten swear and his boots also sounded along the roof, stomping away as he pursued the Paatin wizard.

‘Balten!’ Doonan cried aloud, but the man had already gone. He then turned his gaze to the exit they had been bound for, which was now at chest height, for the bridge had dropped by a fair amount. ‘Run, Magician!’ the dwarf called with alarm and began scampering for all he was worth. He reached the exit and leapt up, reaching the floor level with his two hands and dangling with his toes just shy of the floor.

Samuel was just behind and, grasping the little man by the waist, he shoved Doonan up and into the tower. He then clambered up beside him. Gathering his breath, he looked behind to see that the roof of the bridge was a wreck-smashed where the wizard had landed and pulverised in patches all the way along. Somehow, he did not relish meeting any man who could create such damage with his feet alone.

Beyond and below, the many levels of the citadel were speckled with fires and the shadows of men locked in deadly competition to win the fortress. The sounds of the battle carried up to him easily on the wind.

‘Come!’ Doonan called, already away along the carpeted hall. ‘We need to catch him.’

Samuel took a deep breath and started after the nimble,little man. Theyencountereda set of stairs and Samuel boundedup them in sets of three and four. He could feel Balten racing ahead of them, vaulting atop the rooftops and using his spells to run along the very walls. Furious spells spat out and the tower rocked with each booming explosion that struck against it. They came to a set of tight,spiralling stairs and Samuel raced up, pulling himself up by the hands as well as his feet, such was his hurry. Hecame toa trapdoor at the top,pushed it open and was out under the sky in one swift movement.

He found himselfuponone of the smaller towers that paralleled the main spire, still rising beside them like a great behemoth of slick stone. Balten was standing in front of him, breathing hard, with spheres of magic boiling from his hands. Ominously, Samuel realised he had come up facing the wrong way, for he could feel the magic of the Paatin arch-wizard behind him and he could almost feel theman’shot breath on the back of his neck. Slowly, he turned, to find a monstrous hulk of a man standing a few strides away. He waswrappedin shrouds of black cloth and a long,black cape was whipping behind him in the whistling wind. His features were indiscernible, for he was cloaked in shadow. All Samuel could tell was that he was a giant of a man, like one-and-a-half General Ruardins, and there seemed to be great slabs of armour jutting out from beneath his cloth. He was cowled in a hood, but his face was also hidden behind a veil of darkness and armour. Only his eyes could be seen, glinting in the darkness,and the magic that emanated from him had the same vile stink as the winged desert-men.

Doonan sprang up beside Samuel and, taking one look at the arch-wizard standing so near, he dived back down through the trapdoor like a rabbit back into its burrow.

‘Give the girl to me!’ Balten demanded, looking furious and ignoring Samuel altogether.

Samuel turned back to Om-rah, who drew one black-armoured hand out from beneath his cloak. Hanging from his fist was the limp form of the Koian god-woman. She was like a toy in his hands and he waved her around effortlessly. Her eyes were open, but she did not seem aware of what was happening to her-if she was, she showed no sign of it at all. At the same time, a hollow,echoing noise came stuttering out of Om-rah’s mask that could only have been some twisted form of laughter.

In one movement, the arch-wizard tossed the Koian woman aside and she disappeared over the edge of the tower, while he boundedbackwards, clearing the space between the two towers and clamping onto the smooth stone of the greater citadel like a limpet. Incredibly, there was barely a hint of magic in his movements; the man seemed to be using raw strength alone for such superhuman feats.

Samuel gasped as the girl fell, but Balten had already gone after her, diving head first and trailing furious magic behind him. Samuel was still standing dumbfounded when Balten came leaping up back onto the tower top with the girl cradled in his arms.

‘For goodness sake, Samuel!’ he said, shoving the girl towards him and looking highly annoyed. ‘Must I do everything? Get her to safety.’

And with that,he took off, springing across the tower top and vaulting the gap to the main tower, where he gripped on tightly with a Wall-walking spell. Om-rah had already clambered up and around the edge of the tower out of view, and so Balten stood upright, like a hair jutting out of the wall, and began after him, running sideways along the stones.

Samuel looked at the woman in his arms. She was looking back at him blankly and Samuel wondered if she was in some kind of shock.

‘Well,’ she said in her crackling voice, surprising him. ‘What are you looking at? Get me to safety, Magician.’

Samuel let go of her and she wobbled as she took her own weight. ‘I think I liked it better when you didn’t talk to me,’ he told her. ‘Come. Let’s go.’

He led her through the trapdoor and back down the spiralling stairs. He would have to forget General Mar and the others for now and get the Koian woman to safety. He only hoped theotherscould hold out for some time longer.

Doonan was nowhere to be seen, and so Samuel began descending the tower, pulling the woman behind him. It took some time to find another route that did not use the half-demolished bridge, but they soon did, stepping out of the tower and into a smaller storage yard squeezed between the tower and the mountainside.

Samuel paused a moment, trying to decide which way to go, when he felt a tug of magic at his senses. It was Grand Master Tudor, not far off, and so he began away again in that direction,dragging the Koian woman limply behind. Panting and puffing, Doonan caught up to them on his pudgy.little legs.

‘Where are you going now?’ he asked, eyeing the Koian woman suspiciously.

‘Grand Master Tudor is this way,’ Samuel replied, still moving.Hedelvedback into the buildings of the citadel, following his senses towards the magic of the old Grand Master.

After crossing only a few more rooms, the old man’s presence seemed almost abovethem. They passed through one broken and body-strewn room and the old man seemed just on the other side of a closed and bolted door. Samuel burst from the chamber with Doonan at his side, dragging the Koian god-woman by the hand.

‘He’s there!’ the little man squeaked, for Grand Master Tudor was amongst a group of armed men, with Captain Ravenshood, defending the great courtyard from the Paatin, who were spilling in from the opposite side, snarling and bearing their swords. The Grand Master’s magic had waned and was nearly at its end and he leaned on his staff heavily, directing the battle more than anything.

‘Samuel!’ he called wearily. ‘How relieved I am to see you. Quickly! Help us plug this nest of accursed Paatin.’

Samuel dropped the woman’s hand and took a step forward, then realised what he would have to do. Only with the Argum Stone on his finger could he tap the ether and gather magic for his bidding, but in this small room, the outcome could be disastrous.

‘What are you waiting for, Magician?’ Doonan cried from beside him, looking up with concern.

The Paatin were now filling the courtyard like sand spilling through a crack and the Turians began losing ground as they began to fall before the superior numbers of the savage caped desert-men.

‘Stand back,’ he told the two beside him and he took another step and drew the ring from his pocket, holding it before him with his other hand readied to receive it. ‘I’m ready,’ he said softly, only to reassure himself.

He was about to put the ring on his finger when something sharp struck him. A stabbing pain crippled him in the back of the leg and Samuel tumbled over.The ring!Itwas all he could think as he lost grip on the thing and it fell from his grasp. Before he could struggle to his feet or determine what had felled him, a weight leapt upon his chest and another pain ripped between his ribs. Doonan was there, sitting upon him, grinning savagely and holding up his bloodied dagger.

The pain was blinding and Samuel could not help but scream aloud. It took him a few moments before he could gather his sense enough to subdue the feeling, cutting off all sensation that assaulted his mind, using his magician’s discipline. He blinked his eyes and tried to refocus his watery vision.

‘Why?’ he asked of the dwarf who satonhim. His lips felt numb and he almost felt as if he was floating behind his own face; such was the effect of subduing his senses to such a degree.

‘Another test for you, Magician,’ was all the horrid little man would say as he wiped his knife clean on Samuel’s cloak. ‘Survive this, and you will be ready. Die and you were never right in the first place. All I can say is,I hope it’s the latter. You really are a pain.’

‘Balten?’ he asked, groggily, oblivious to the fighting still going on all around him.

But Doonan only laughed. ‘There are some things that even he is not aware of, Magician. My orders come from Cang. Perhaps you will live to take the matter up with him, someday. Then again-perhaps not.’

The Koian woman stood stiffly near the doorway, holding her hands clasped to her chest. She did not look so much afraid, as somehow revolted at the sight of Samuel’s blood.

‘Oh, I doubt she has the sense to help you, Magician, but she is welcome to try,’ the dwarf said. ‘I’ve never seen such a sorry excuse for a human being. I would stab her, too, but she looks hardly worth the effort.’

Doonan then got off him and trotted out of view, leaving Samuel writhing in his own blood upon the slippery floor. The clanging of steel and shouts echoed in his ears and it was not until he heard his name being called that he arched his head and looked upside down towards the battle. Grand Master Tudor was shouting his name desperately and trying to fight his way through the Paatin to reach him,swinging his staff wildly and imbuing it with mage-fire that sent Paatin warriors flying like flicked crumbs from a breakfast plate. But the old man’s magic was already thin and the Paatin were thick about him like flies to a bloody sore.

Samuel managed to roll over onto his chest, but that was about as much effort as he could muster. His lifeblood was spilling from him much too fast and he felt he would not survive much longer. Without his magic, there was no way to heal himself. There, just out of reach, his salvation lay in a slender silver ring. He clawed his hand out towards it, but no matter how much he strained, his fingers only trembled on the stones, barely a nail’s length short.

‘Master-’ Samuel heard himself mutter, for he was trying to call someone, but he could not quite remember whom. Boots jostled about him and several times he felt himself being kicked roughly and stomped upon. Whether it was purposeful or just that the Turians and Paatin were heedless of his presence, Samuel was not in the mind to consider. He could only lie with his chin on the stones and look blankly at the figures struggling all around him as they became dark and fuzzy shadows of themselves.

Time seemed to act strangely from that point on. There was a flash of darkness and a flash of light and, in what seemed like only seconds later, Samuel opened his eyes to find himself standing upright in the middle of the courtyard. Some time must have actually passed, for the courtyard was now empty. The entire scene had changed dramatically, save for the god-woman still standing mute by the doorway. There was no sign of the battle and all was quiet, bar the distant shouts of battle from elsewhere in the citadel. Even the bodies of the battle had been cleared away as if everyone had cleaned up and moved on, ignoring him in his place on the floor.

The Argum Stone was on his finger after all, arcing silver fire and his wounds were all healed. Wearing the ring did have a way of disorienting him, so Samuel pulled it off and cast it back into its place in his pocket, wondering what could possibly have occurred. His mind was still tingling and confused from the infusion of power. All he could think was that he must have somehow reached the ring and healed himself.

‘What happened?’ he asked the Koian woman, but she only looked back at him blankly.

‘They are gone,’ was all she croaked.

Samuel scratched his head. ‘Then we must find them.’ He scanned the room once more, now eyeing the swords and shields and abandoned armour scattered across the floor. A length of wood was lying in the corner of the room, poking out from a pile of cloth, and he was about to have a look when Doonan came tiptoeing into the courtyard towards him, peering around the edge of the doorway.

When the little man saw Samuel and the woman, he squeaked with fear. ‘Argh!’ he cried and turned on the spot, darting away.

‘Why you little monster!’ Samuel swore and started after the dwarf, grabbing the god-woman’s hand as he passed and dragging her along with him.

‘A demon! A monster!’ came the cries of Doonan from ahead, but the sounds abruptly stopped with a screech.

Samuel only had to round the next corner to see what had happened. A cluster of Paatin waswaiting there and one already had his boot on Doonan’s corpse,trying to pull his sword out of the little man’s chest with some difficulty.

‘Infernal savages!’ cried Balten, coming from the other way along the passage, and he cut the desert-men down with a storm of twisting sparks.

He looked at Doonan for a moment, as if genuinely concerned, but it was fleeting, and he turned to Samuel. ‘This way.’

‘Have you seen the Grand Master?’ Samuel asked him. ‘He must have come this way.’

Balten considered his answer momentarily. ‘No, but the citadel is lost.’

‘He tried to kill me,’ Samuel said, pointing to the dead midget.

Balten looked truly puzzled. ‘I don’t know why. That was not part of my instructions.’

‘Then it’s something I will need to bring up with yourMaster when I meet him. Now, I must get back to General Mar. Can you lead her out of here safely? It’s too dangerous here.’

‘If that is what you wish, Samuel,’ Balten replied, and he winced, showing weakness for the first time that Samuel had known the man. There was a tear in his coat and a dark stain around it. ‘As you can see, I am injured-Om-rah escaped, but I managed to give him a few wounds of his own to go and lick. Unfortunately, his blood has poisoned me, but it’s nothing I cannot withstand. I have enough strength left to take her to safety, but I will need to rest before I am much use.’

‘Very well.’ Samuel then turned to the god-woman. ‘Go with Balten, back to the others.’ He turned again to Balten. ‘I seem to have accrued more than my fair share of debt with you.’

‘Be that as it may, I do what I must.’

With that, Balten left, granting the girlintow no more gentleness than had Samuel. Her eyes,still devoid of any expression,trailed upon Samuel as she was dragged away.

Samuelhastenedoff again. It seemed as if this night would never end, and he had traversed up and down the height of the citadel more times than he cared to recall. It was worrying that he could not sense the old Grand Master anywhere nearby, but it was easy for one man, even one as powerful as old Tudor, to become lost amongst the energies of so many others. As he clambered along, he felt two other familiar magicians nearby and he began calling out for them.

‘Eric!’ he called and,for once,it was convenient to have two friends with the one name.

The two of them came rushing in toward him. They both were drenched with sweat and covered in blood. Goodfellow had black soot smeared across his face and his eyeglasses were chipped in one corner.

‘Samuel!’ Goodfellow exclaimed. ‘The citadel is swarming with Paatin and the general is trapped within the main tower. His trumpets still call out for help, but there is no one left to go to his aid. We thought you would have been there by now.’

‘I ran into some trouble. I’m off to find him now.’

‘What about the Grand Master?’ Eric asked.

‘I saw him,’ Samuel said, ‘but I passed out. I have no idea where he’s gone now.’

‘We came this way looking for him,’ Eric continued. ‘We felt his power rise and then vanish. I hope he has not been overcome.’

‘I hope not,’ Samuel said.

‘But how will we get to the general. The tower is now filled with the Paatin.’

‘Balten seemed to have a decent method,’ Samuel said. ‘The inside of the tower may be taken, but the outside walls are free.’

‘Good idea!’ Eric said,with boyish enthusiasm. ‘Let’s go.’

They made for the closest courtyard and the three of them looked up at the towering chunk of polished stone above them.

‘We still need to make our way across the rooftops. We can climb the smaller towers and then get across to the main structure.’

Eric agreed. ‘Wall-walking spells will do fine. I felt a Paatin wizard earlier, but he seems to have gone.’

‘Yes,’ said Samuel. ‘That was Om-rah. Balten said he has been wounded and has withdrawn, so we should not be accosted if we move quickly.’

‘I was going to try Gallivan’s Leaping spell to speed things along a bit.’

‘My thoughts exactly,’ Samuel said. ‘Eric, can you manage that?’ he asked, turning to Goodfellow.

‘I think so,’ the sandy-haired magician said. ‘If one of you goes first, I will do my best to follow.’

Eric nodded and prepared himself, summoning his power. Then, exhaling slowly, he formed the spell and gave a great jump as he did so, springing up onto the nearest rooftop and landing with a crash and a clatter. The spell was wellformed and Samuel was again impressed with his friend’s talent.

‘I’m all right!’ he called backina slightly pained voice. ‘Just don’t forget to brace when you land! Why do they put all these things up here? It’s covered in pots and pans and all sorts of rubbish.’

‘That’s a good idea,’ Samuel said. ‘Are you ready?’ he asked of his remaining friend.

‘I think so,’ Goodfellow said, with a dash of uncertainty. He prepared the spell and hopped on the spot, landing back in place awkwardly. ‘Oh,’ he said, looking embarrassed. ‘I forgot something.’ With that,he tried again, preparing the spell and making a jump. Simultaneously, he released his magic and successfully vaulted up onto the roof, while Eric was already bounding off to the next highest platform. ‘Come on!’ he then called back. ‘It’s easier than it looks.’

‘Really?’ Samuel asked, for it did seem quite a difficult task.

‘No,’ came his friend’s reply, and with that he cast a second spell and followed after the first Eric.

Samuel swallowed hard. He had a nervous lump stuck in his throat, for the idea had sounded promising, but now he actually had to use the ring he was having second thoughts. It seemed the last time he had used it, he had completely losttrack of time and he had no wish to repeat such an occurrence.

He drew the silver circle out of his pocket and slid it gently past his second knuckle, feeling the familiar rush of power that accompanied it. ‘Here goes nothing,’ he said to himself. He called to the ring and formed his spell, bending his legs in preparation. ‘Just a little…power.’

Release.

The rushing air blinded him and whooshed in his ears. He could feel the lack of hard stone beneath his feet and knew he must have met some success, but he only slowed enough to open his watering eyes once the initial power of the spell had burned away.

A sense of weightlessness surrounded him. He was thrilled with his success for the spell had worked well. He had been thrown high into the air and had now reached the apex of his leap and was momentarily suspended in mid-air. All he would have to do now was land. As gravity began to do its work and takehold of him once again, he looked down with a horrible realisation, for the Leaping spell seemed to have worked a little too well. He was far above his target; indeed, he was far above the highest tower of Ghant, above even the nearest peak. The lights and fires of Ghant were far below through the misty clouds and he could see a string of torchlights of the Paatin army forming a river that stretched between the mountains across the chasm. Most of the lights were from torches, but intermittently spaced along the column were the silver outlines of wizards, which only he could see. On the western side of the mountains, the town of Shallowbrook was a cluster of tiny,glowing specks far away.

The air was freezing and he was dropping like a rock, feet first, with his robes whipping up and around his face as he picked up even more speed, falling faster and faster with every instant.

Fear had no time to overtake him, for he began calling to the Argum Stone on his finger as gently as he could. ‘Slow me down! Slow me down!’ he called into it, trying to pluck the tiniest scraps of power from it, lest another burst of Leaping should send him to the moon. Below, he could see the tiny magic-lit figures of Eric and Goodfellow just landing atop the main tower and he could almost sense them complaining about him and wondering what was taking him so long. He hoped the Argum Stone would not fail him, or otherwise he would surprise his friends more than they could imagine once he landed beside them with a great,fleshy splash.

Slowly, slowly the ring lent himitspower. He scraped the tiniest sparks of magic away from its edge and used them to forge a spell that would hopefully slow his descent. Still, he was falling fast and he only hoped he had precisely the amount of power he needed.

He sent the spell out below him and,luckily enough, it slowed him as he had hoped. Hurriedly, he drew some more fragments of power and cast his spell again. The tower top loomed nearer and nearer and,although he was slowing all the while, it still did not seem to be enough. His legs flailed beneath him as he tried to steady himself and he wailed out loud with concern for his own predicament. He was not in control of his own lungs, but he could feel his volume increasing in proportion to the tower’s approach. He had time for one last expulsion of power and so he tried to ignore everything else as he cast the final spell as carefully as he could. The magic slowed him once more, but there was no time for anything else.

The Erics seemed to be searching for the source of the approaching cry of fear, but neither hadyetthought to look directly up.

‘Eric!’ he called from above his two friends, and just in time. The two of them looked up to find him droppingdirectly ontothem and Eric threw up a spell at the last instant to catch him. It cradled his fall, but he still landed quite heavily.

‘I’ve got you!’ Goodfellow called, holding out his hands as if to catch a baby.

‘No!’ Samuel called, but Goodfellow was beneath him. The two of them crashed together, leaving Samuel sprawled on top of his flattened friend.

‘Are you all right?’ Eric asked with concern.

‘Yes,’ Samuel groaned.

‘No!’ Goodfellow protested. ‘I think you’ve broken my bum. What were you doing up there? I thought you were behind us?’

‘I miscalculated a little,’ Samuel said, standing and helping his bruised friend to his feet. ‘It doesn’t matter. Quickly. We can climb in through the window.’

It only took a minor effort for each of them to swing over the edge and clamber into the command room. They called out their presence as they did so, not wishing to be set upon by any nervous soldiers.

Inside, they found Captain Yarn surrounded by the last of his men. Bodies of Turians and Paatin lay spread about the room and it was obvious that at some stage the door had been broken in. It was now barricaded with what little furniture has been in the room, and Samuel could easily sense the Paatingatheringon the other side. General Mar lay on the floor, with bandages tied tightly around his middle. He was still leaking blood from a wound that would soon see him dead and his face was as white as a sheet.

‘Magicians!’ Captain Yarn called out. ‘Thank goodness you have arrived. We must get the general to safety.’

But General Mar would hear none of it. He coughed and clawed his fingers towards the magicians, signalling for them to come to his side. ‘The citadel must be destroyed,’ he gasped, with wet and laboured breaths. ‘If the Paatin have it, they will control the passage to the east. Cast Ghant into the chasm and their path will be blocked. Their host cannotbe allowed topass this way or they will have free reign of inner Turia.’

‘But how?’ Samuel asked of the dying man.

‘It was Tudor’s plan. Bring down the walls and towers of Ghant and half the mountain will follow. He was supposed to be here to see us through, but it seems he, too, has fallen. He should have been here long ago.’ The muscles in the gruff general’s jaw bunched up and he stiffened in pain. There was no way to plug up the ruin that had been done to the man.

With that, General Mar perished,his scintillating aura of energy swallowed up by the darkness of death. Captain Yarn bent down and closed the dead man’s staring eyes with the palm of his hand.

The three young men looked at each other with concern.

‘How can we do it?’ Eric asked. ‘I can’t imagine that even Grand Master Tudor was capable of bringing down this place. What could he have had planned?’

‘A Moving spell of some kind,’ Samuel suggested. ‘Perhaps if we could damage Ghant’s foundations, the main tower would follow.’

Eric shook his head. ‘I don’t think any of usiscapable of such a feat. And where do the foundations begin? This place is spread over half the mountainside. Samuel?’

But Samuel only shook his head.

‘Do you thinkthe Grand Masteris really dead?’ Goodfellow asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Eric replied, ‘but in his absence, his responsibilities fall to us.’

Samuel considered the ring. It had enough power for a single,staggering blow before it overwhelmed him, but he was not even certain that such a spell would be enough. ‘I can’t think of any sure way that we can destroy this place,’ he had to admit.

‘With a Manyspell,’ Goodfellow then said with sudden enthusiasm. ‘Together we can do it.’

Samuel was not convinced. ‘Do you think that even our combined power would be enough? We need to obliterate the place, not just let it slide into the chasm and form a bridge from the rubble, and anything so powerful would be dangerous for anyone nearby-namely us.’

Goodfellow seemed confident. ‘I have a plan. If we make a spell and turn it in upon itself, then we can intensify the power manyfold. We can let it build until it has enough power to obliterate this place and Eric can Journey us away at the last moment.’

‘Can you do it?’ Samuel asked the dark-haired magician. ‘Can you take us all?’

Eric dwelled on the thought only momentarily. ‘I think so, but it won’t be easy. Up ’til now, I’ve onlyusedthe spell on myself and anything within about arm’s length. I’ve never tried taking people with me, but I don’t see why not. I can take other things so you two should be no different.’

‘Captain,’ Samuel said and the portly Captain Yarn, now commander of Ghant, stepped to attention. ‘Sound the retreat-a full evacuation of the citadel. We will give you as much time as we can, then we will destroy Ghant.’

‘So be it,’ the man said and alerted his staff. They immediately began blowing their shrill horns and the alarm was taken up and repeated from stations all over the citadel.

‘I will stay and help you however I can,’ the gruff captain declared.

‘No, you can’t help,’ Samuel told him. ‘Do your best to clear the fortress. All you need to do is shut the door on the way out. We will do the rest. Ghant shall be decimated and the Paatin shall not pass, as required.’

‘What a sad day, but our defeat is a not total loss as long as Ghant does not fall into the hands of the Paatin. We should be able to escape if we can just make the next floor. This place is filled with hidden rooms and passages that I’m sure the Paatin have yet to discover. But what about you? How will you escape?’

‘Don’t worry. We don’t intend to die,’ Eric told him. ‘Now hurry. We will prepare the spell now. It will take some time, but once it’s ready, we will not be able to delay.’

Captain Yarn began barking orders and his men gathered what they needed and burst from the room with a roar and a clatter of swords upon the desert-men lurking there. One of Yarn’s men carried a short bugle and he blurted out a series of rasping notes as they went, repeating it over as they fought their way free.

Once they had gone, it was eerily quiet in the room. Eric crafted a spell of Bonding upon the shattered door to keep it held tightly shut, and ensured the task by using his spells to wedge the tables and benches into place.

‘There,’ he declared. ‘The door is sealed. Let us begin.’

Samuel took one last look out of the high window. Below he could hear shouts and see Turian men in the act of abandoning the fortress. Whatever kind of signal Yarn’s man had played, it was potent, for the soldiers literally turned and fled as the sound was propagated all around, leaving the Paatin cutting the air behind them.

‘We should start,’ Goodfellow stated, and the three of them stood together in the centre of the room. ‘I will charge the spell. Samuel, you shield and contain it. Eric, you help me mould the magic and keep it stable. At the end, you will need to prepare our escape-and quickly. Samuel? Can you do it?’

Samuel already had the ring from his pocket and was turning it over in his fingers. Goodfellow was looking at him intensely and Samuel was sure from his looks that he somehow knew about his dependency on the thing. Eric was looking between them both, but his eye had not yet fallen onto the relic in Samuel’s fingers.

‘Are you going to help us or not?’ Goodfellow asked him again. ‘We need you, now. This is not the time to hesitate.’

‘Of course,’ Samuel told him. ‘I can help.’

With that, he put his finger into the Argum Stone and fell into its depths. The power took hold of him and shook him, but he seemed to be growing more accustomed to the shock of being submersed in such boundless magic. After barely a heartbeat had passed, he calmed the power raging within him and looked at his friends with clarity. ‘I am ready.’

Goodfellow formed a cradle with his hands and began to fill the space between them with power. He began slowly, letting it build up from a trickle while he came to terms with its foundations, then he let more and more energy fill the space, as fast as he could manage. A banging sounded at the door, followed by a solid thumping and the barricade began to shudder. The stone around the door jumped and mortar cracked.

‘They are coming,’ Eric said, eyeing the cluttered doorway, but Goodfellow only hushed him with an urgent look.

The spell was growing and Samuel now set about crafting a barrier to hold the spell within. He called to the ring and seized hold of the power that came stampeding out of it. Luckily, in summoning a shield, the more power the better and Samuel locked his attention onto Goodfellow’s spell, and his spell shuddered to life around it-a tremendous barrier of solid energy. It held Goodfellow’s magic in place firmly and the bespectacled magician nodded at the result and then continued to pour his magic inside as quickly as he could.

‘Eric!’ Goodfellow called, now sweating and it was Eric’s turn to assist, for the spell was now growing chaotic, churning and struggling inside its prison.

‘Reduce the shield,’ Goodfellow said and Samuel did so, squeezing the energy into a tighter space. The magic within began screeching and squawking as it struggled against him.

The spell was sparking and fitting wildly, but Goodfellow continued to intensify it, folding it upon itself again and again, reducing it down and building it in intensity each time.

‘It’s getting hot, Samuel,’ Goodfellow stated and Samuel altered his shield, suddenly cutting off the rising heat that had been building inside. The power of the ring had begun burning through him and his bones began to resonate with its power. The nerves in his teeth began to feel as if they were lanced with fire.

‘Is it enough?’ Eric asked with concern, as a bench shuddered and fell away from the doorway.

Goodfellow only shook his head. ‘I think we need much more.’

Eric then began to pour his own power into the spell. Great volumes of energy spilled forth from the man and joined with Goodfellow’s.

‘Save enough to get us free!’ Samuel hissed to him. The two Erics were both potent magicians and when this magic was released, even if it did not damage the citadel, it would certainly not be good for anyone still in the room.

Eric was not concerned. ‘Don’t worry. I can get us out of here in a heartbeat.’ And he continued adding his magic into the pool.

The spell in Goodfellow’s hand now contained a terrible intensity of power, similar in magnitude to the Great Spell that had originally transformed the Argum Stone from rock to ring. As if on cue, thunder called from outside the tower, for it was the way of nature to become unsettled when such unnatural amounts of magic were gathered or expended.

Goodfellow began shaking with exertion and his hands were trembling from the effort. ‘I don’t know how long I can keep this up.’ He looked at Eric. ‘It’s nearly time. Start the Journey spell before I lose control.’

Eric stood back and took a few deep breaths. He had used a lot of power, but he seemed to have a great deal left. Again the door behind them boomed and shook as the Paatin rammed into it with something massive.

‘They will be in here any moment, so we need to leave, Eric,’ Samuel said with concern, gritting his teeth with effort. ‘And I don’t know how long I can keep up these shields.’

‘What will happen when it does release?’ Eric asked. ‘What kind of spell is it?’

‘It’s no kind of spell, only undirected magic-raw potential. It will be energy ripping in all directions-heat and light, force and wind. It will be utter destruction to anything it touches. If it is powerful enough, it will tear the ether and the citadel will be destroyed,for sure. At least, that’s our theory.’

A ripple of lightning flashed from outside and the pain continued through Samuel until he, too, was shaking from the effort.

Eric began work on his Journey spell, hastily crafting it from memory and instinct. It began to build around him like an orb of intricate design, etched in countless tiny traces and lines of magic. ‘It’s ready,’ he said after only a few moments, locking the spell into place.

Samuel was relieved, for he did not think he could maintain himself any longer. He only wished he was not struggling so much, for he had missed the chance to memorise the missing pieces of the Journey spell for himself.

‘It’s all right, Samuel,’ Goodfellow told him. ‘You don’t need to hold the spell any longer. We only need it to last another few moments. Once I release it, there will be nothing stopping it anyway.’

‘Are you sure?’ Samuel asked and he could hear the desperation in his own voice.

Goodfellow nodded. ‘Are you really sure?’ he asked again.

‘Yes!’ Goodfellow declared. ‘Now stop it before you kill yourself.’

That was enough for Samuel, and he pushed his power back into the Argum Stone and ripped the thing from his finger. At once, he felt cool relief, stumbling away from the others and flapping his hands to cool them. He dropped the ring back into his pocket where Eric could not see.

It was then that Goodfellow gave them the grave news. ‘Unfortunately, we’ve made a small oversight. I’m afraid you will have to leave without me.’

‘What’s that?’ Samuel asked him.

‘If I stop for even a moment, the spell will release. It is only my adding to the spell that is keeping it stable. Your shield is not enough. I can’t leave or it will kill us all.’

‘Nonsense,’ Eric told him. ‘I can Journey us away the moment we are ready.’

Goodfellow only shook his head. The incandescent spell between his hands reflected in his eyeglasses like unholy firelight. His fingers were glowing red, with the shadows of his bones visible at their middle. ‘That won’t be quick enough. I’m sorry, Eric. I didn’t realise it would be like this.’

‘Then I can bring the spell to you. We will all Journey away and leave the spell behind.’

‘How will you separate me from the spell?’ Goodfellow asked. ‘I’m holding onto it. You would have to cut my hands off.’

Eric and Samuel looked at each other with dread.

‘Then that’s how it will have to be,’ Samuel said

‘Oh, no,’ Goodfellow retorted. ‘I hate to say it, but if you even bring your Journey spell near to me, it will destroy us. This spell is much too unstable. It will draw in your magic and then we would all be dead.’

‘I’m afraid he’s right,’ Samuel said after a moment’s careful thought. ‘That spell is chaotic. Anything could happen.’

‘We can burn it off, Samuel! Cast it out the window!’ Eric yelled, for the hellish noise of Goodfellow’s spell was becoming louder, a constant flurry of crackling and squealing as it struggled to be free.

‘We would need something enormous to use that much power. What do we have? Even attempting something like that now could be disastrous. Trying to tap the spell as it is could set it off.’

Eric now had tears streaming down his cheeks. ‘No, Samuel,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘We can’t leave him!’

There seemed to be no alternative. Even if the room werequiet and he had time, it would be difficult to think of some way to defuse the nightmarish power they had summoned. Samuel could only shake his head. They had made a dreadful error in judgement.

‘Go!’ Goodfellow yelled. ‘Go now! Go!’ He was shaking feverishly to contain the spell.

‘Eric!’ Samuel roared out, shaking his friend by the shoulders. ‘We have no choice. We have to leave-now!’ He was within the bounds of the Journey spell. All Eric had to do was release it and they would both be away from the room-away from Goodfellow, Ghant and its immediate destruction.

Eric was loose in his grip, as if he had given up hope.

‘Eric! There’s nothing we can do!’ Samuel bellowed again, looking over his shoulder to the struggling form of Goodfellow. ‘Release the spell!’

It was then that three things happened,each one barely a fraction of a second after the last. First, the door burst open as a great length of timber came crashing in. Through the splintered gap,they could see thatthe hallway was full of Paatin, some of them shimmering with magic, and they began stepping over the broken pieces of wood and surging into the room. Second, with the last spark of his willpower, Goodfellow pushed all the power of his spell as tightly as he could, down into one tiny spot, so it looked as if the thing had swallowed itself into a single atomic speck. The crackling and the hissing and shrieking of the spell all ceased, and the room was deathly quiet. Goodfellow looked up at them with a glum but contented look in his eye. The third thing that happened was that Eric Pot triggered his Journey spell and,in the next instant,he and Samuel were standing in the cold night air of the mounting yard, far along the ravine and surrounded by the last fleeing remnants of Ghant’s defenders.

They heard a noise; a sharp crack followed by a hollow boom and they turned their heads towards the vast central tower of Ghant. Night turned to day and the mountain fortress disappeared in a sudden,blinding flash. A wave of violence rippled up the mountainsides and the storm clouds fled before it. The boiling wind hit everyone in the mounting yard with a deafening noise and the earth bucked them from their feet, sending man and horse alike sprawling over. Eric fell, too, for his strength had been sapped from him, drawn away by the fading luminous lines of his Great Spell. Only Samuel still stood to witness the death of Ghant.

As the initial blast passed him by, it could be seen that the top of the citadel was gone and the rest of the structure had begun to fall in upon itself. With a massive rumbling, the mountainside on which the fortress was forged began to slide away and was swallowed by an enormous plume of billowing dust. That was when the soldiers all around him began to yell in fear.

‘Go,go,go!’ they yelled and every soldier scrambled to his feet and fled for all he was worth, away from the chasm’s edge and down along the mountain path. The earth tremored and the shaking grew into a mighty swaying as boulders and slabs of solid stone the size of houses came crashing down amongst them.

Samuel had Eric by the collar of his robes and was pulling the magic-weary magician along behind him. His last sight of Ghant was of it slipping into the dust-shrouded chasm, ripping away from the mountain and taking the entire lip of the ravine with it. Those Paatin who had made it from the citadel were gone, crushed or thrown to their deaths. Those on the far side of the chasm began retreating as much as they could, for the far ledge had also begun to give way. Their entire army had pushed up behind them and stones fell on those in equal proportion as they fled.

Ghant was lost. The cost had been great, but the Paatin horde would not cross this way.

‘Samuel,’ Eric called as he was dragged and pulled by Samuel down the narrow valley approach. He had seemed to recover some of his senses. ‘Is it done? Did we make it?’

‘We did,’ Samuel said. ‘Ghant has been destroyed.’

‘Where is Eric? What have we done to our friend?’

‘He is dead,’ Samuel replied. ‘Now come. Let us get to Shallowbrook. We have much to do.’

CHAPTER FIVE

Across the Divide

Those that escaped from Ghant had filled the already swollen town of Shallowbrook to overflowing. People were crammed into every space, attempting to shelter from the icy wind. Lengths of canvas and cloth had been strung all over in attempt to provide at least some form of rudimentary shelter. Captain Orrell and Captain Yarn had barely escaped from Ghant themselves and had now taken control, ordering as many refugees as possible to move along as soon as they could, deeper into central Turia.

There was little chance that any Paatin would be coming from the direction of Ghant, but until their scouts had confirmed that the pass had,indeed,been sealed, no chances were being taken. Initial reports were that the valley paths had been torn asunderand were nowuntraversable, lest more of the shattered mountain come tumbling down;so that was good news for the time being.

The entire town had heard the din of Ghant’s destruction, and the mountains continued to clack and complain from afar as great sheets of rock continued to dislodge and thunder down from the frozen heights.

The Koian party-what was left of it-was put up in one of the many small town inns and the magicians had taken refuge in the building next door.

They werepermittedseveral days to recuperate from the shock of their losses, before Balten came striding to their table with Captain Orrell in tow. Samuel and Eric, sitting forlornly inside the entrance where they could keep an eye on the commotion outside, put their cups ofhotlemon tea aside and waited for the men to speak.

‘I brought the good captain here, because you need to decide what to do,’ Balten explained. ‘If you are still insistent on a mountain crossing,then every day lost is vital. But we must cross before winter falls upon us in earnest. You can’t sit here forever pining and moping. As terrible as it was, we must move on.’

Samuel was about to scold the man, but Eric beat him to it, speaking with barely restrained anger. ‘This has nothing to do with you. You have no part in Order business. Leave us be.’

Balten was unfazed. ‘The war affects everyone. I am only offering my help. With old Tudor perished, I am the only one who knows the far side of the mountains.’

Eric returned his gaze to his tea. He had been withdrawn and silent since Ghant had fallen-with Goodfellow and Grand Master Tudor inside it.

‘Our losses have already been great,’ Captain Orrell continued, ‘so it’s understandable if you decide to return to Cintar. I think enough time has passed and we can assume Grand Master Tudor did not survive. Balten’s offer is fair.’

‘Yes,’ Samuel admitted. ‘We realise that. There is no question of what we shall do. We will continue to Paatin to rescue the Empress. We just needed some time to…collect our thoughts.’

Orrell nodded, saying seriously, ‘Then you should press on. I have procured a local guide who can lead you through the mountains. I understand such a crossing is difficult, but not impossible if you move quickly.’

Samuel looked up to the captain standing above him. ‘You’re not coming?’

Orrell shook his head. ‘Not if it can be avoided. I have much to do here. These people need us and we must ensure the Paatin do not find a way through. Valiant will go with you in my stead.’

‘It’s not necessary, Captain,’ Samuel said. ‘The more people with us, the more trouble we shall have. If the mountain crossing is as hazardous as we have been led to believe, your men will only make our task all the more difficult. We will take care of ourselves.’

‘That is fine,’ Balten stated. ‘Then I will inform the others. We will leave soon. Captain Orrell willsee tothe packs and supplies. Just organise yourselves ready to go.’

This time Samuel looked at the taller magician with confusion. ‘Others? I think it’s better that I go on alone. The Paatin only want me. Too many have died already.’

‘You’re not going alone,’ Eric piped up. ‘I won’t let it end here. I will come too.’

‘And yourSeer and his attendant are still intent on the journey,’ Balten revealed, to which Samuel sighed. ‘He’s been more excited than ever.’

‘That’s what I’m afraid of,’ Samuel said.

‘I thought the Koians were going with you, also,’ Orrell said. ‘At least, that’s what I assumed from how Master Celios was speaking. Perhaps you can speak to him about this.’

With that, the two men departed, leaving Samuel and Eric to sip quietly at their tea. Samuel looked at the sunny blue sky outside and hoped the weather would hold. With Tudor gone and Celiosminushis senses for most of the time, it seemed Balten was now taking steps to be in charge. Then so be it for now, he thought. The air was full of turmoil and his magician’s senses could not foretell what was to come.

Their party assembled in the middle of the town, where Captain Orrell and Lieutenant Valiant were directing a handful of their men, loading and checking several sturdy ponies that had been piled with sacks and bags, andexaminingothers that had been saddled and prepared for riding. Balten was there, dressed in sturdy boots and practical climbing clothes. Sir Ferse was similarly adorned, with a knitted scarf of local make flapping around his neck to keep out the chill. Master Celios was dressed as always-thick black robes over black shirt and trousers-and he seemed to be muttering to himself, biting at his nails nervously. They would need to worry least about the weather for,as magicians,they were resistant to such things and could use their spells to warm themselves.

‘Foolish Order lackeys,’ Balten said to the magicians, noting their dress. ‘We climb to the frigid heights and you come dressed like this. Let’s see how comfortable you feel when your spells start growing thin. Such clothes, black or otherwise, will do little against the snow.’

Samuel ignored him and instead spoke loudly into Master Celios’ hood, ‘Master Celios?’ to which the old maninterruptedhis apparent daze and looked at Samuel with the calm of a doting grandfather. ‘Why are the Koians coming? I thought they were only needed as far as Ghant?’

‘Alas, I cannot say for sure, Samuel. My dreams tell me many things, some true, some false. I am less sure about the fate of theseOutlanders, but they are still keen to accompany us and I am not sure of anything these last few days. Let them come.’

‘It will only cause more trouble for us,’ Samuel said, trying not to let his voice carry to the nearby Koians. ‘What will we do with them once we get to the desert?’

‘I cannot see. Nevertheless, they will come,’ Celios stated.

The Koians milled about together, each dressed in locally-sourced garments, for it seemed almost everyone had lost their belongings in the citadel. Strangest of all was the god-woman,for she was entirely without make-up and was dressed the same as Lady Wind beside her, with an ankle length skirt over sturdy trousers and with a thick,hooded coat. The woman was looking about nervously, peeking out from her hood and obviously uncomfortable out of her traditional costumes.

‘Who is that girl?’ Eric asked of Samuel.

‘That’s the Koian woman, Eric-their god.’ But Eric continued to look at her dubiously.

‘Who?’ he said,for it seemed difficult to believe.

A man, dressed in the local style of a wide-brimmed hat and a red, green and white striped shawl across his shoulders came striding up to the group and began checking over their pack animals, looking into their loads and peering into the sacks, with the interest of someone at market. He was whistling a merry tune all the while and Samuel could not help but think he had seen the man before.

‘Samuel!’ Eric said, beside him. ‘That’s the manwhonearly killed me! Remember? He was in the tower with Ash. He stabbed me in the stomach!’

Samuel had to peer closely at the man, for if it was indeed him, he did look quite different. The local style of clothing made him difficult to recognise. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course I’m sure!’ Eric said. ‘He tried to kill me.’

‘What’s all this fuss?’ Balten said, noticing the two in discussion.

‘We know this man,’ Samuel said. ‘He was working for Ash. What’s going on here?’

‘Of course he wasn’t-at least, not to my knowledge-although, I suppose it is possible now that you mention it. He’s quite a handy sort and much in demand. Let me bring him over and we can see. Daneel!’

The man paused from his inspecting and pulled his arm out from one of the packs, where it was buried up to the shoulder. He looked over to the three upon hearing his name. He trotted over and gave the pair a flourishing bow. ‘A pleasure to meet you two again,’ he said. Then, turning to Eric, ‘I was wondering if you would remember me, but a sword in the belly tends to etch a face into one’s memory, wouldn’t you say? At least you survived our last encounter. I must apologise for leaving you in such a state, but you had left me with little choice.’

At that, the pair of magicians turned to Balten with furious scowls.

‘Hold on,’ Balten said, holding his palms up in defence. ‘I didn’t know there was bad blood between you. I have used Daneel many times and you will be glad to know he is a frustratingly honourable sort. It’s pure coincidence that he lives here and I was as surprised to see him here as you-although I was pleasantly surprised and you two don’t seem quite so pleased. Anyway, it is the good Captain Orrell who has hired him, not me. It turns out that Daneel is the only one willing to take us through the mountains and he has worked for General Mar many times.’

‘I find that curiously convenient,’ Samuel said with his arms folded tightly.

‘Please, please,’ Daneel implored them. ‘What he says is true. Your good captain has hired me to guide you through the mountains. That is all. There is no misdirection at work here. Before, I was only hired to guard a set of stairs. If you hadn’t been so insistent on passing,I wouldn’t have been forced into the difficult position of attacking you. I had no idea the whole city was in peril. It seemed like a simple job.’

‘And you have no qualms working for such scoundrels?’ Eric asked darkly.

The man smiled. ‘Half the world works for the Circle, my good friend, directly or indirectly. I admit I do so knowingly, but they seem no different to anyone else: the Order, the Gartens, the Turians. I’ve worked for everyone at one time or another, but I never volunteer for the work that many of the city folk seem to enjoy: the murders and so forth. I have no time for such tasteless behaviour.’

‘It’s true,’ Balten said guiltily. ‘Daneel is one of those irritating sortswhodoes everything exceedingly well, but he has a set of morals that leaves me shaking my head. Although, no matter how much I try, he somehow always manages to get the better of me. And watch your pockets. He may be no cutthroat, but he’s an irrefutable pickpocket. I keep everythingtuckedaway tight just in case,’ and,with that,he patted his buttoned waist pocket to illustrate. ‘They have a loose definition of ownership in these parts.’

‘So, please, let me introduce myself a little more politely and perhaps you can forgive me for our previous disagreement. I am Daneel of Highmeadow. Welcome to my home. Let’s put the past behind us. We will need to trust each other and cooperate if we are to survive the coming journey. If you truly do not wish for my services, I will be happy towithdraw, butyou should also knowthat no one else can get you across the mountains at this time of year.’

Samuel and Eric had little choice and agreed with a sigh.

As they readied to leave, Ambassador Canyon gathered them together, away from Lady Wind and their god. ‘We have lost all our traditional costumes that protect our god from the world around her, and the world from her. Such a thing has never happened before. Please try not to stare at her or make her feel uncomfortable. Remember that while she looks like a young woman, she is still a vessel for a god, and must be treated as such. I hope you can appreciate this.’

They all nodded, with Daneel grinning all the while and looking towards the young lady with obvious glee.

‘I shall bid you all goodbye,’ Captain Orrell announced. ‘Daneel knows the way well, so keep close to his side. Good luck with your task. The Empire is depending on you.’

And,with that,the captain turned andmarched awaywith his men, leaving them to climb upon their mounts and depart.

Four of the local men led the way on horseback and they called to each other in a local dialect that only Daneel seemed to know. The men whooped and laughed and whistled as theyrode, often turning to ogle the young god-woman openly.

She rode clutching the back of Lady Wind precariously, for it seemed she had no idea of how to ride. When they had first been called to mount up, she had spent several minutes attempting to clamber atop her alarmed animal, ending up draped over its back with all the men laughing hysterically and with Lady Wind in a furious temper. Finally, Daneel had put an end to the show and helped her mount up behind Lady Wind, whom she had clutched onto tightly with white knuckles. Daneel’s hands had fumbled all over her as he pushed her up and,while he had apologised dramatically, he had been laughing all the while, leaving the naive god-woman confused while her attendant roared in anger once again.

‘Listen, Samuel,’ Balten said as they jostled along. ‘I am sorry that you lost so many of your friends in the citadel.’

Samuel frowned at the tall man sidelong. ‘Are you really?’ he asked sarcastically.

‘Of course. I know myself well, and I realise that I am not a pleasant individual by most measures, but I have no interest in the suffering of others. Eric Goodfellow was a noble young man, true of heart and gentle in nature. If I could have saved him or your Grand Master Tudor, I would have. The battle with Om-rah left me weakened. I did notanticipatethat he would be present there. He rarely leaves his desert, and his queen will be furious with him when she hears of his failure. Perhaps she may even do our work for us and kill him. But that is too much to hope for. He is too valuable, even to her.’

‘What kind of man is he?’

‘Barely a man at all. But I will not talk of him now. I don’t want to get my hackles up on such a fine day. Suffice to know, we have no liking for each other, to put it mildly.’

‘Then tell me-why are you really coming with us? Weren’t you supposed to help us in Ghant? That task is finished.’

‘With your Grand Master gone I am needed now more than before. YourSeer is not in a state to do much and there is little point in protecting you in Ghant and then leaving you to die in the snow. I will see you through the mountains and to your destination. Then my task will be complete.’

‘How can you work for them, Balten? I just don’t understand it. Even after that little monster Doonan tried to kill me, you remain loyal to the Circle.’

‘I do what I must.’

‘Is that it? You follow orders, no matter whatthey may be?’

‘I have faith in what I do. We all need something to believe in, Samuel. Don’t you think so?’

‘But I think for myself. If I thought the Order was not worth it, I wouldn’t followitblindly.’

To that, Balten only smiled knowingly.

‘What is it?’ Samuel continued. ‘You don’t believe me?’

‘I think you’ve seen many examples of the Order straying from the virtuous path of right andof themorals that they insistently spout, Samuel. You just don’t want to admit it. At least I am true to myself.’

‘Damn you, Balten,’ Samuel said, but the neat magician only laughed, mocking him.

‘I look forward to the day when you throw down those archaic robes, Samuel. They are a symbol of a decrepit system,the last vestiges of a failed vision. I hope I am there to see it and I hope you remember to tell me that I was right.’

‘I wouldn’t hold my breath.’

Balten only laughed. ‘And you say I am cold-hearted!’

‘Come. Tell me one honest thing if you can. Why do you serve this master of yours,the one called Cang?’

‘I’ve already told you, Samuel. If we don’t take steps to save the land, who will?’

‘Then what of Canyon and the Koian god? I know they were brought here on some whim of the Circle. Why are they needed?’

‘I’m sorry, Samuel. While Canyon seems the sort that could easily be drawnbythe lures of the Circle, I have no idea what he is up to. Again, if it does not involve me, Cang will not tell me anything. There are others above me who know much more than Ido. That is the way it is and,most of the time, it is the best way.’

Samuel could only shake his head and wonder at thementalityof the man beside him.

A few hours later, they had traversed higher into the mountains and were following a shallow,pebbled stream along a gentle rise. Here the gentle hills ended and the cliffs and crags began in earnest. Their path ended at a mossy rock face, from which the stream gently spilled as a tumbling,white spray.

‘We walk from here,’ Daneel announced and dropped lightly from his groaning saddle.

‘What about the supplies?’ Sir Ferse asked, looking to the ponies.

‘We leave them. The guides will take them-as gifts.’

‘But they didn’t do anything!’ Sir Ferse protested.

‘They accompanied us and they will continue in another direction toward their homes,’ Daneel replied. ‘It’s safest not to tell even the good Captain Orrell the way we are going and secrecy is expensive in these dangerous days.’ He looked at Samuel with a wink. ‘That’s how I’ve survived for so long.’

‘This is a sham! What will we eat?’ Ambassador Canyon said, annoyed. ‘You’re giving away our supplies. This is madness!’

‘Don’t you worry, my good people. Take these,’ he said, and pulled some packs fromahiding place behind a pile of rounded boulders. ‘We can take our clothes, water and as much food as we can carry. Don’t worry. I will see you through.’

The party gave in, for they had little choice but to obey him, and they each begrudgingly took a coarse pack and filled it from the backs of the pack animals. Afterward, their four guides turned and left,with cries of delight at their new ponies, loaded with gifts.

Everyone stood by the waterfall with nothing but their clothes and what they could carry, which varied as per the individual. The god-woman was given nothing to carry, while Ambassador Canyon and Lady Wind had minimum loads on their backs. In contrast, the fighter Horse was loaded with such a mountain ofitems thathe looked set to topple over. The magicians had what Samuel deemed sensibly-sized loads, but Sir Ferse seemed to be in hopeless competition with Horse and was already struggling under the weight.

‘This way,’ Daneel directed, looking at them all with amusement before beginning up the steep embankment beside the cliff face. ‘Try not to fall.’

They continued like that, ever upwards and along steep inclines, sometimes scrambling on their hands and knees, sometimes pulling each other up and over rocks and jagged edges. Sir Ferse had abandoned almost half of his pack along the way, periodically stopping with exhaustion and summarily sacrificing one item after another, until his pack looked similar to those of the magicians. Horse, however, continued on as if he were made of stone, never complaining or uttering a word and he picked up each item thrown from Sir Ferse’s load and added it quietly to his own.

There were still many trees here, overhanging their mountain path, and they were ever beside a gully or a ravine of one description or another. Not far above them, the mountainfacewas sheer stone. Above even that, blue ice and snow hung over them, waiting ominously.

The air was bitterly cold and the wind was blowing down hard from the icy mountaintops when Daneel finally announced that they would rest, and they made for a tiny hut amongst the trees, just as the light was fading.

Smoke rose from the chimney and seemed to fall straight off the shingles and slide onto the ground, for the air had become so cold and heavy. A light shone in the window and Daneel instructed them all to leave their packs beside the door while they went in.

A lone old man, few of teeth and thin of hair,inhabited the hut and he stood from his place and welcomed them in his chanting dialect. He seemed to know Daneel and be expecting them, for he had a great pot boiling on his stove and hurried to ready a number of chipped,ceramic bowls.

‘Come, sit,’ Daneel implored them, while he stepped outside to take care of their things.

The stew seemed to fill them with strength and,before long,they were all sitting comfortably, although in close proximity, on thick rugs and cushions upon the floor.

‘Just sleep where you can,’ Daneel instructed later. ‘We will leave at first light.’

As he went to go outside again, Lady Wind bustledupto himin the doorway and Samuel had to translate what she was trying to say to himand why she wasin a fluster. ‘We cannot sleep here-amongst these men,’ she said. ‘I am awoman. She is agod.’ And she gestured to the god-woman, who was looking back at her, sitting cross-legged on the floor with her skirts feathered across her lap.

‘Fine,’ Daneel told her. ‘You can sleep outside.’ And,with that,he nodded to her politely and stepped outside to see to his tasks.

Balten also took the chance to slip out the door, but everyone else remained firmly within the warm interior of the hut.

Samuel chuckled to himself and gathereda fewcushions to make his makeshift bed as comfortable as possible. They made concession to the women by ensuring that the men were all cramped tightly together, leaving a small channel of space between them, but everyone was touching and jostling each other throughout the night as they attempted to sleep. There was little talking, for everyone was exhausted. Only Sir Ferse and Master Celios whispered together long into the night.

Before hefell asleep, when the fire had burned low and was barely glowing coals, Samuel heard the door creak open and Daneel sneaked back in with Balten beside him,bothreeking of Fiskian tobacco. They found spots for themselves beside the door and soon settled down to sleep. The old mountain-man had fallen asleep long ago and was whistling through his nose as he snored, as well as smacking his lips and murmuring. Strangely, it reminded Samuel fondly of his youth and he had barely rolled over once before he was fast asleep.

The next thing he knew, it was morning. Breakfast was, unfortunately, the same boiled stew, but at least the old man did have some fruit to give them. Before long, they were struggling back into their boots outside in the freezing morning air, pulling their packs onto their aching backs.

The world outside the little hut was grey with mist and the moss-covered trees, sheathed in vibrant green, vanished barely five strides from the path. To their left, they could see into the gully and the low clouds meandered along, pouring off the cliff tops in a tumbling mist. The peaks above were like meandering gods, wandering through a sea of fog and the party trudged along beneath them, with Daneel whistling a merry tune as he went, following the narrow trail up and ever up.

‘It’s time you were honest with me, Samuel,’ Eric said abruptly, as they walked along the rising path, puffing out steam.

Samuel was immediately on guard. ‘What about?’

‘What’s happened to your magic?’ Samuel continued walking, but did not answer. ‘Goodfellow was protecting you all along, making excuses for you right up until he died. There are only the two of us left now, Samuel. Won’t you tell me what is going on?’

‘It’s true,’ Samuel replied,after treading along in dreadful silence. ‘I have lost my power. There is a ring in my pocket. It has some magic, but it’s difficult to control.’

‘How long has it been like this?’ Eric asked.

‘Since Ash. I exerted myself too much and lost my magic then.’

‘Didn’t you think of telling us? You’ve kept this a secret all this time? Who else knows?’

‘No one.’

‘How could you be so stupid!’ Eric said, raising his voice. ‘You’ve been hiding this all along and didn’t think to ask for help? Of all the stupid things, this is the greatest!’ Samuel did not know what to say, and Eric was only becoming more furious. ‘I never would have agreed to such a hare-brained idea if I’d known about this. Didn’t you stop to think that it could be dangerous-that your full power would have been needed? If only we’d prepared better, we could have saved him!’

‘We couldn’t!’ Samuel said defiantly, keeping his voice restrained. ‘No matter what we could have done, we made a mistake. Eric did, too! Once we started that spell, it was too late and nothing any of us did would have made any difference. He was bound to the spell and we couldn’t get him away from it. We all made mistakes. You know that.’

Eric only shook his head angrily. ‘You were always the strongest, Samuel, but look at what’s happened to you. You haven’t learnt anything inall theseyears. If you hadn’t lost your magic you would be as strong as the Lions by now. You could have taken down the fortress alone.’

‘We’ll never knowand there’s no point in guessing. I’m as upset at losing Eric as you and I’m certainly not happy being dependent on thisring. He was a friend to both of us, but there’s nothing I can do.’

‘I’m just tired of your secrets, Samuel,’ Eric said with disdain. ‘I mayhavekeptmy Great Spell from the Order, but I’ve never kept anything from you.’

With that,he doubled his pace and strode away, leaving Samuel frustrated and furious inhis wake.

They continued,dipping up and down the valleys, diving into the moist forest and back up into the chill air many a time. The next night was spent in a vacant lodge, with Daneel and Balten again slipping out into the night air together as the others huddled for warmth, before returning late and shuffling into their blankets to sleep. They breakfasted over the stove the next morning before heading out again early. Soon they had left the mossy trees behind and found themselves on barren hills, covered only with rocks and the occasional puffs of spiny,yellow grass.

‘It’s quite invigorating, isn’t it?’ Sir Ferse said, striding along the icy mountain path.

‘What is?’ Samuel returned without enthusiasm.

‘Here-the ice, the snow, the mountains.’

‘We would probably die here in a moment if Daneel left us,’ Samuel stated.

‘I suppose wewould, but I don’t think we will. That’s the benefit of having magicians, isn’t it? You can support us with your arcane powers in times of need. Still, one or two of them may not make it, even with your spells,’ and he gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards the Koians struggling along behind. The attendant, Lady Wind,seemed to be laggingfarther and fartherbehind.

‘And that wouldn’t bother you?’ Samuel asked.

‘Not greatly, no. We can continue without her. In fact, we would probably be better off.’

‘And I thought you were different to the average Turian, but I see I am mistaken. Empire over all, yes?’

‘That is what they say, isn’t it? Well, I guess I should learn to be more empathetic. I’ve been trying. Change can be difficult.’

‘How terrible that you should have to grow some compassion, Sir Ferse. What a terrible burden.’

The man seemed unworried by Samuel’s sarcasm and continued marching merrily. ‘Don’t be the first to start throwing stones, Samuel. I could remind you that you are not quite the golden saviour that some make you out to be. As I recall, you did actually kill the Emperor of Turia, who was by most accounts the greatest man in the world. That sort of thing can put a stain on your reputation in certain circles.’

Samuel gave the man a sidelong glance. ‘I thought you weren’t going to mention that?’

‘Actually, I said I would not tell anyone. I can mention it to you as much as I please.’

‘Well, I wish you wouldn’t. People do have ears.’

Sir Ferse laughed aloud and Samuel wondered if Master Celios’ madness was catching, for the man seemed to find amusementinthe strangest of things. He swore under his breath, for this journey seemed cursed to become worse with each step.

‘Oh, don’t curse at my laughter, Samuel. I have lived years at times without laughing, so please let me enjoy my small freedoms. I will tell you something. Given that I have a secret of yours, as a sign of mutual trust, I willshare withyou a secret of mine.’

‘That sounds rather childish. I’m not sure I really want to hear any secrets you may have.’

‘Come now, Samuel. I know you are a magician, but you don’t need to be so stubborn. I will keep your secret, and you will keep mine. It sounds like a charming agreement.’

‘I don’t agree.’

‘Very well, then. I will tell you anyway. Our secrets are really the same. It’s just that you don’t know it yet. I am sure you will find it vastly entertaining once you realise.’

‘Oh?’ Samuel responded, for Sir Ferse was building it up to sound quite intriguing, after all.

‘You see, it seems that, by your own admission, you are responsible for the death of the Emperor by somehow manipulating the Staff of Elders. Correct?’

Samuel looked about for eavesdroppers, but the others were spreadoutalong the trail. ‘As you say.’

‘Then how would you feel if you were also responsible for my death?’

‘I must admit that I liked you more before you actually spoke to me, but I cannot say I would like to see you die. Therefore, I guess I must say that I would be upset if I was responsible for your death.’

‘But you were.’

Samuel stopped in his place and Sir Ferse halted beside him, still smiling knowingly.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You killed me, Samuel. Isn’t it clear?’

‘How could such a thing be clear? I cannot possibly have killed you if you are here.’

‘Can’t figure it out? Ha-ha! Then this will amuse me greatly, for a short time at least. There, I have told you my secret, and I cannot be held responsible if you cannot understand it. I’ll let you think about it. It will keep your mind busy while we traverse these mountains. If you cannot solve the puzzle by the time we have our evening meal, then I will tell you the answer.’

‘We could freeze to death before then.’

‘Then I promise I will tell you just before we die, so you won’t have to expire in frustration.’

With that, Sir Ferse marched off, leaving Samuel utterly confounded.

They continued on, across the rocky heights,beneath the silent gaze of the mountain peaks that huddled above them like a collection of stubborn old hermits. Mostly, it was quiet, save for the constant crunching of their boots upon the gritty stones. Occasionally, a mumbled voice would attempt a conversation, before deciding it was easier to trudge along in silence and concentrate on just moving one foot after another. Soon enough, Daneelcalled a halton a stony rise that gave them a spectacular view of the way they had come, with the valleys spread out below them like an opened map,coloured in greys and greens and white.

‘What a miserable lot you are!’ Daneel called out, as they sat chewing their biscuits and drinking from their flasks. ‘I bring you to this glorious spot and all you do is munch away like goats. Look around! It is wonderful!’ He called out to the valleys in a trilling song and his voice came bounding back to him in chorus. ‘Welcome to Highmeadow. I spent my childhood roaming these blessed spaces and few are lucky enough to visit so near to heaven.’

Everyone chose to ignore him and he looked decidedly disappointed.

‘How much further is it?’ Lady Wind asked him, hobbling over to him with her arms folded for warmth. She pointed to the rise to which they were headed. ‘Is that the top of the mountain?’

Again, Samuel had to translate and,at hearing her words, Daneel guffawed. ‘Oh, my dear lady. That is but a lump. When we get to the top of this mountain, you will see another is built upon it. Abovethat, three mountains fall together to make a higher mountain. That mountainyou seeis but a pimple, for upon that place the real mountains are founded and they stretch on in every direction for as far as the eye can see and beyond. All of these we must traverse before we will once again stand on flat ground. By that time, you will be so sick and tired of all things white and all things cold, you will vow never to come back this way in your life. So, to answer you,no, that is not the top of the mountain and I hope that is the last time I shall hear that question, for it bothers me greatly.’

Samuel considered translating the whole answer for her, but finally just told her ‘no’.

Lady Windhumphedand stormed away from him in a temper, throwing herself back down beside her god.

‘If it was so easy for us to cross these mountains, it would be just as easy for the Paatin army to come skipping over into Turia, now wouldn’t it?’ Daneel called aloud, teasing her, but of course she had no idea what he was saying and simply ignored him.

‘You are a man of much intrigue, Daneel,’ Balten called up from his meal, ‘but at least these cold days will not be without entertainment.’

Samuel caught sight of the Koian god giggling to herself, hidden away in her hood where Lady Wind could not see her and it made Samuel think that at least some small part of her was human.

After their short rest, they began away again. As Daneel had foretold,whenthey neared the stony rise to which Lady Wind had referred, another greater rise began to grow. With each step towards it, this greater obstacle appeared to drag itself up, until the hill they had just climbed was under their boots and the next lay far above them.

‘We only need to round that hill and we can rest for the night,’ he called back to them.

‘We won’t be going over it then?’ Master Celios asked, dragging his thin,matted hair from his eyes.

‘I never go over what I can go around,’ Daneel responded.

‘How is it that you know these paths at all?’ Sir Ferse asked him.

‘I was born and raised here. I’m as familiar with these paths as you are with the streets of Cintar. I could never get used to that blasted place.’

And with that, they continued on.

The hill, it turned out, was not so simple to walk around, and they had to stop severalmoretimes to rest and snack upon their provisions. Daneel would not tell them about anything that he had planned for them, so they had to take it in good faith that he would lead them to food and shelter as required. Lady Wind seemed to struggle with the climb most of all, and the group often had to wait for her to catch up. At first, the god-woman walked obediently at her side, but more and moreoftenthe girl got away from her and soon began pretending she could not hear Lady Wind pleading for her to wait up.

‘Magician!’ the girl said shuffling along to beside him. ‘I want to talk with you.’ Gone wereher costumes and her hag voice, but she held one hand tightly to her hood, as if to keep her face hidden away from view. Only her eyes could be seen, peering out at him.

‘I think you know my name by now,’ he told her.

‘Magician!’ she insisted. ‘Lady Wind is struggling. How can she be expected to manage all these difficult paths?’

Samuel stopped and let his pack slide from his back to the ground with a thud. He looked at the lady, as she did her best tonegotiatethe rocky terrain. She slipped and slid every third step.

‘She was warned of the dangers. We can’t turn back now. Why don’t your kinsmen go to her aid?’

The girl looked at Ambassador Canyon and Horse, striding just behind Daneel. They seemed oblivious to the plight of their countrywoman.

‘They will let her die. So will you.’

‘Of course we won’t,’ Samuel said with disbelief.

‘They warned her not to come, but she would not be dissuaded. Serving me is all she knows.’

‘What about you? Would they let you die as well?’

The girl looked at him as if he werea fool. ‘Of course not. I would not be allowed to perish.’

‘I suppose they value their god over their fellows. Fair enough. What do you want me to do?’

‘Order her to go back.’

‘Haven’t you already tried that?’

‘No. Canyon would not order her to break her bond with me. It would be demeaning to him. She also cannot do it for herself. You are not of our people. If you command her to leave, she will object, but then concede. It will save her pride-and her life.’

‘You people have very strange ideas. Would you rather die than be offended? And what if I do tell her to leave? Won’t I lose my pride, too?’

‘You have no honour to uphold,’ she said dismissively. ‘Your people are arrogant and rude, so nothing will be lost.’

Samuel sniffed, holding in a curt reply. ‘It’s too far and she would not find the way. Without someone to take her, it is not possible. She will just have to come with us, and we will take care of her. We will not make a fuss of it, if that will make you feel better. Perhaps she will not even know.’

‘Well done, Magician. That is acceptable,’ she said, and through the gap in her hood, Samuel caught a glance of her smile.

The girl turned about and hurried back towards her escort, waving to the lady and calling for her to hurry along.

Samuel hauled up his pack and strode to the front of the procession, breathing heavily as he forged past each of the others, until he gained Daneel’s side.

‘The woman is having trouble,’ he stated and Daneel only gave him a glance to show he had heard the comment.

A few moments later, Daneel gestured ahead and,barely twenty paces in front,was another tiny shack, even smaller than the others, with smoke billowing out of its chimney. He gave a shrill howl and another echoed back at him from inside the hut, signalling that someone was waiting for them inside.

‘I will see to it,’ Daneel then said to Samuel.

An old couple lived inside and they, too,had prepared a meal for the group. Samuel had no idea of how Daneel had sent wordaheadof theirimpendingarrival, but they were all just glad to have warm food, a fire and a roof over their heads.

‘From here it will becomemoredifficult,’ Daneel announced, as they banged their elbows together over their meal. ‘We will climb into the ice country and from there it will be up to the magicians to provide for us. There will be one more roof over our head after tonight, but then we must move quickly. It will take many nights to make the crossing if our luck holds, but we will die unless you can use your skills to warm us. From here, we can only eat what we can carry.’ He took a sip of his bitter milk tea and pointed a finger to Lady Wind. ‘She will go back,’ he said. ‘Our hosts will escort her down the mountain tomorrow.’

Lady Wind tried to object, but there was no support for her in the room. Finally, she nodded her agreement and looked quite relieved by it.

Before they slept, the old couple waved goodbye, chattering to Daneel in his dialect.

‘They will stay with friends and return in the morning,’ Daneel explained to Samuel, noting his look of concern. ‘There are several families still living this high, but most will be heading to the lowlands soon.’

‘I didn’t see anyone. Why would they live in such a place?’

‘Why wouldn’t they?’ was Daneel’s only reply and he stepped outside to fetch in more firewood for the evening.

‘Have you solved my riddle yet?’ Sir Ferse said softly, squatting beside Samuel on the shin-high stools these mountain folk seemed to employ. The others were busy with their tasks and too busy to take notice.

Samuel had been thinking of little else all day. ‘I only have one answer, but it seems preposterous.’

‘Go on.’

‘You admit that I killed the Emperor and you suggest I also have killed you. Given the circumstances, I can only guess that you, then, are the Emperor. Clearly, however, you are not.’

Sir Ferse seemed pleased with Samuel’s response. ‘I may not be the same man, Samuel, but inside this shell I am not what I seem. I am, or at least I was until you killed me, Edmond Calais, the Emperor of Turia.’

Samuel was stupefied. He could now feel everything about the man slipping into place-his words, his movements, his mannerisms. If it were not so obvious it would have been a ludicrous statement, but Samuel immediately knew it to be true. Still, he struggled to come to terms with the concept, while the man beside him waited for a response. ‘But…how?’ was all Samuel could finally manage to say.

Sir Ferse made sure his voice was lowered as he began to tell Samuel what had happened. ‘As well as everyone,I had heard the whispered prophecy of my demise but,being the man I was, I of course ignored such nonsense. It was not that I did not believe it could happen-for,as you know,I trust the visions of Master Celios above all-it was just that I imagined it happening after I was old and grey, and such a death at that time would probably even be welcome. Then, the day of my death happened, as you are well aware, given that you were there, and I was quite surprised to find myself waking up in this body. You see, in the days leading up to my demise, Master Celios’ visions had grown stronger and he had secretly devised a method of capturing my essence and ensuring that my consciousness was not lost.’

‘Sorry, I have to interrupt you there because that is just not possible. No magician can do what are describing. It is just not within our capabilities.’

‘Then I suggest you have a chat to Master Celios yourself, because he seems to know quite a bit more about magic than you. Don’t worry, I have quizzed him on the matter quite exhaustively, but he can only reveal that the method came to him in another inexplicable vision. It had taken him every moment since the vision to prepare and, unfortunately, a body did have to be found.’ With that, he gestured to himself, as if to exhibit the point. ‘Sir Ferse was a likeable and steadfast fellow, but he was required to serve me one last time, in his way. Don’t fret, for the process did not kill him. My essence was borne into his, for that is the way it has to be, and our thoughts became one. Poor Lady Ferse was correct when she said something had happened to her husband, but he is still here, in here with me.’ And he tapped himself on the temple.

‘So is this you or Sir Ferse speaking?’

‘Both of us but,as it turns out, some personalities are stronger than others, and some souls-or whatever term we should use-are more developed than others. Over the first few weeks of our beingconjoined, Sir Ferse became less and less dominant and I became more in control. Our personalities merged and perhaps that explains my subtle change of heart. Being the megalomaniac that I was perhaps explains the fact that I ended up being much more dominant, but we are both here, joined as one.’

‘Can it be undone?’ Samuel asked.

‘Oh, gods no,’ the man declared, struggling to keep his voice lowered. ‘At least, I hope not. We are one person now, mixed and mingled like two coloured inks. There are not two people to separate any more. I am Andor Ferse and also Edmond Calais, once-Emperor of Cintar. Also, I don’t have a body to return to, as mine was buried long ago, so I would not find the prospect of being “unhomed” very attractive.’

Samuel took some moments to mull over the facts of the last few minutes.

‘I will keep your secret,’ he affirmed and the other nodded. ‘But I must admit that yours is by far the more interesting.’

‘Good. And I shall keep yours, or else you would probably lose your head.’

‘Then I must also ask you, why have you come here with us? Why have you kept your presence such a secret?’

‘I have come, my young friend, to save the wife and son I love. I have kept myself a secret because, quite simply,my familywill not be returning to Cintar.’

‘What?’ Samuel heard himself declare and the others looked over,causing the Emperor to respond in a whispered voice.

‘The Empire is falling. After I was reborn,I had decided to keep quiet for a while and wait until an opportune time to announce myself. I quickly discovered in those early days what my servants really thought and how they spoke about me behind closed doors. There were already so many plans in motion to siphon my gold and power,so many plots to kill and outdo each other for attention. I found that almost everyone in the palace had very little genuine interest in the Empire and a lot of interest in themselves.’

‘But they are Turians. AllTurians love the Empire.’

‘So they do, the common masseslove the Empire much more. In the palace, they quickly learn to profit themselves from the Empire. It sickened me. Several times,I considered revealing myself and killing everyone-starting from scratch-but I realised it would only be a matter of time before the same thing happened again. Power corrupts, Samuel, and only a few of my staff, such as my beloved General Ruardin, truly believed in my vision of the Empire. I told no one and Master Celios aided me. I waited until my son was born and,for the first time, I felt real joy. Too long had my heart been leaden and I had lost all memory of true happiness. I planned to escape with him, for I already have enough gold secreted away to live a long and happy life in some corner of the world. The war was not going well, but I could not care less. All that ruined my plan was the selfish act of the Paatin Queen. She took my son.’

‘And your wife,’ Samuel reminded him.

‘Of course.’

‘So why do you think I will continue to help you, now that I know our mission is a farce and we will not be returning the rightful heir to Cintar?’

‘Because I have begun to understand you, Samuel. More than anything, I know people. That is how I managed to do everything I ever accomplished in my life-by reading and predicting people’s behaviour. You don’t care about the Empire. You care about the lives being lost in the war and perhaps you even care about the Order; although not as an organisation, but more for its ambitions.’ Samuel was impressed so far. ‘Your Grand Master Anthem had been trying to create a utopian Order all along, and I know that many have long desired for the Empire to be broken. That process has already begun and I doubt anything can save the Empire now. Many of the territories are already lost. At best, Turia will maintain its place as a nation amongst many, but there is a decent chance it will be lost altogether. All we need to do now is kill the Paatin Queen. These desert people are just like those Koians. Their god is all-important to them. The Paatin Queen summoned the people from their tribes and villages to attack us and,once we kill her, they will return to their old and simple ways. So that, Samuel, is how I know you will not reveal me. Because what I am doing is right and you are a righteous person. Saving my son, killing the Paatin Queen and keeping my identity secret will give you everything your heart says is good, Samuel, and I know, somehow, that you will accomplish all three.’

‘How do you know all that? Celios?’

‘No, not this time. As I told you, Samuel. I know people. You will do this because it is who you are.’

Samuel took a long time to summon his next reply, while the reborn Emperor watched on intently. ‘I believe you, but I have one more question.’

‘What is it?’ asked Sir Ferse keenly.

‘If it is,indeed,true that you were the Emperor, and that people can be reborn into new bodies, it raises an interesting possibility.’ And he looked over his shoulder towards the now-sleeping Koian god. ‘Perhaps, what they have been telling us about her all along is actually true.’

Morning arrived and with it came the driving wind and rain. It was a miserable start to the day and they clambered slowly along the paths in their stiff,goat-hide raincoats. Thegarmentswere coarse and uncomfortable, but at least they kept them dry and the hoodsprotectedtheir faces from the biting wind. Daneel had produced a long sled and they had bundled their packs on top of it. They had been planning how to best manage towing it along, when Horse had stepped in and had simply begun dragging it behind him. He looked no more bothered by its weight than he had carrying his enormous pack.

‘The man is incredible,’ the embodiment of Edmond Calais said, looking towards the tireless Koian warrior.

Samuel could only agree. ‘He uses magic in a way I have never seen. It is in his muscles and fibres and very essence of being. It is very subtle. I only saw it myself when he was fighting. It fused with his movements, giving him strength and speed beyond normal men.’

‘They train them from birth.’ It was Ambassador Canyon. He had stalked up beside them in the rain and overheard them talking; and although he could not understand the Turian language, their inference towards the Koian male was clear. ‘They are warriors, bornand bredto die for the royal line.’

‘How do they learn such magic?’ Samuel asked, slipping into the Old Tongue.

‘Magic? I know nothing of magic. As I said, we do not welcome magicians in Koia. They are cursed at birth for the trouble they bring.’

Samuel ignored the stinging comment. ‘Why did you not tell us about these warriors before, Ambassador Canyon?’ Samuel asked him. ‘You made out they were only simple servants.’

‘Empress Moon ordered them to protect our god. They do that best when their purpose is secret. I only told you they were servants and that is all anyone needed to know. They are servants and protectors of our god,the highest honour for any of their kind. I told you the truth.’

‘You are a true diplomat, Ambassador Canyon,’ Sir Ferse told him. ‘You reveal nothing you must not, and contort what you must-sophistry at its best.’

Samuel gave the reborn Emperor beside him a deliberate and steady look, although it must have been lost through the howling and gusty rain. In speaking, he had to raise his voice to be heard. ‘You speak the Old Tongue, now Sir Ferse?’

The man seemed not to follow. ‘What’s that?’ he replied, reverting to Turian once more.

‘I said you seem to understand the Old Tongue now, Sir Ferse,’ Samuel said, using the Old Tongue to prove his point. ‘Is this another of your secrets?’

‘Of course not,’ the man with an emperor inside him responded, as factually as could be.

‘That’s very strange, Sir Ferse,’ Ambassador Canyon called across, ‘because this is the only language I speak. You mean to say you cannot understand me?’

Sir Ferse walkedinsilencefor a few paces and there were glimpses of a worried expression on his face. ‘I had better speak to Master Celios about this,’ he said and hurried ahead to catch up with the Seer of Cintar.

‘I have one more thing to ask you, Ambassador,’ Samuel said to thedripping Koian leader, still beside him. Canyon, in return, turned his head to look at Samuel and the rain poured over his hood. ‘Lady River died in the fortress of Ghant, but it was no Paatin blade that slew her. Someone broke her neck with a single blow.’

‘My men would not do that, if that is what you are suggesting, Samuel. Why would we kill our own? She was just a girl. I’m sure it was the Paatin who found her in her room.’

‘She told me your god has fearsome powers. She told me to kill her before something terrible could happen.’ Canyon did not respond immediately and was quiet and brooding in the rain. ‘Well?’ Samuel prompted him.

‘I cannot argue or support what I do not know. Perhaps Stone had discovered her treachery. I would not have guessed, for she was just a tiny slip of a girl. Even in our culture, there are those with their own crooked ambitions.’ Now it was Samuel’s turn to think silently in the rain, before Canyon interrupted his dark thoughts. ‘So? Why did you not believe her?’

‘Who said I didn’t? I have just not yet made up my mind what to do about it.’

The rain did not cease for several days, but one mid-morning it simply stopped,leaving their coats dripping and glistening. Soon, they were unlacing them and peeling them off to throw on the sled, for they were all sweating under the heavy bulk of the things. While they were resting on a flat plateau strewn with pale rocks, Balten took it upon himself to finally reveal the stash of tobacco that he had been keeping up his sleeve and Ambassador Canyon, Horse and Sir Ferse all hurried over to sample it. They each took puffs and the men were soon happily chatting and taking turns to blow smoke into the chill air. The Order magicians avoided such things if they could, while the god-woman wandered carefully atop the misshapen stones, peering up at the crags above them.

‘I notice Sir Ferse has developed a cunning grip of the Old Tongue, Master Celios,’ Samuel mentioned and the old man looked at him with surprise.

‘Eh?’ he said, and he crooked his neck to have his ear towards the men. ‘Why, so he does. Incredible.’

‘He never mentioned it before. How would he learn such a thing?’

Master Celios assessed Samuel suspiciously and then cast his eye to Eric. ‘I couldn’t say. Even I don’t know everything about the man.’

‘Are commoners even allowed to learn the Old Tongue?’ Eric asked.

‘I don’t see why not,’ the twitchy magician replied. ‘Won’t do them any good if they can’t use magic. Personally,I don’t like commoners learning the Old Tongue because we can talk about them freely if they don’t. And it gives us another reason to be better than them.’

Daneelwent ahead,scouting their path,and came galloping down from the next rise when he saw the smoke rings rising. He whooped with joy and pulled the pipe from Balten’s hands to havea puffat it; the surly magician furrowed his brow with annoyance.

‘Samuel,’ Master Celios said. ‘Go and see what that foolish girl is doing, before she hurts herself or falls off a precipice.’

Samuel did as he was told and went to approach the Koian girl. It was difficult to tell, but she had seemed sullen since Lady Wind had been left behind.

‘What are you doing there?’ he asked her, but the girl ignored him and squatted down on her haunches to rest. Samuel walked around her and tried to observe her face, but she kept her nose down and turned away from him. ‘What a stubborn creature you are. Is it so difficult being a god?’

She would not be bullied into a conversation and so Samuel squatted downbeside her. It was actually good to squat for a momentandhe could feel the stiffness of climbing easing out of his legs. He caught a glimpse of Ambassador Canyon looking their way, but the man seemed unconcerned, or perhaps he was more focussed on his tobacco.

‘I am guessing it would be lonely having everyone treat you like that and wearing those strange clothes. We magicians are also outcasts in many ways.’

‘You know nothing about it, Magician,’ she said, looking at him,revealing a hint of her angled eyes in the shadows beneath her hood. ‘I am not lonely. I am a god. I am not taunted or teased like an outcast. We have nothing in common. Magicians in our land are thrown from the cliffs at birth.’

‘So Ihaveheard,’ Samuel replied. He took a moment to think of another tactic, for he was intent on making her speak to see if he could find any cracks in her hard exterior, or any traces of humanity. ‘Do you feel strange without your costumes?’

‘Do you?’ she asked him curtly.

Samuel looked at his robes. ‘We choose to wear these clothes, as a symbol of our abilities and responsibilities. I’m as used to them now as my own skin.’

‘Then how would youfeel without your skin?’ she said, pointedly. ‘My rituals are based on traditions older than these mountains. Your Order is just a pebble rolling down a hill. Tomorrow it will be gone and forgotten.’ And she flicked a stone with her nail, sending it clacking awaydown the mountain, as if to demonstrate.

‘But you must feel liberated to be out of those strange clothes? I used to enjoy putting on common clothes and sneaking out into the streets of Cintar as someone unknown. I must admit, it’s been a long time since I did that, but I still remember the joy of such freedom.’

The girl tilted her head at this, but he still could not see into her hood. She stood up and stretched her arms wide and Samuel tookthis ashis cue to stand also. She turned towards him, and then the sun shone in the perfect position to illuminate her face. She was looking up to the clouds and Samuel took the opportunity to observe her features before she noticed him.

‘I did that,too, Magician-a long time ago when I was a girl. I sneaked from my temple and ran through the streets. It was interesting to watch the people doing their things and hear them talking together.’

‘So you were not born a god?’ he asked her.

‘I have always been a god!’ she said and she glowered at him before turning away once more. It seemed she had two states of being: neutral and annoyed. He had to admit he was intrigued by the woman, for her strange life, preciously guarded away from the world and constantly engaged in bizarre customs and rituals,had left her ignorant of many simple things in the world and devoid of social engagement. He felt pity for her in a way and he wondered if he could find ameansto open her up to human contact.

‘I didn’t mean to offend you. I meant you were a little girl then. Not always…like this.’

‘I am born and reborn through an endless cycle. The body I inhabit grows from child to woman, of course, but I am a woman in appearances alone. I do not succumb to common sickness or injury, and I am not cursed with the womanly blight of bearing children. Eventually, I will leave this casing of flesh and begin a new life, as does a butterfly.’

He was about to correct her on her mistaken biology, but stopped himself,deciding it was not worth complicating the discussion. ‘Do you remember these lives?’ he asked her.

‘My memories live in the ninety-nine blessed texts and the forty-nine most holy scriptures. My past lives are recorded in these and my glories will be appended to them at my death.’

‘But you say you are a god, so how can you die?’

‘Open your ears, Magician. This body will die as all things must-the birds and the flowers and the water oxen and the cats and the other such things. I will live on-eternally and forever.’

‘And what do you do, as a god? You must be kept busy, doing all kinds of godly things.’ He was not actually trying to be facetious, but the subject matter allowed him such little leeway.

‘Men have been carved into tiny strips for even speaking to me, Magician, yet you continue to insult me with your idiocy. I am not the question-answerer of a cursed magician,’ and she spat by her feet. ‘My powers are boundless. I keep the heavens from falling and the earth from turning to salt. I keep the children from crying and the elderly from stumbling. I gather the woes and the worries of my people and,in turn,I give them my love. You think I am so terrible, yet you cannot understand my misery. Far from my people, in this forsaken land, I am empty and without purpose. The voices are silent and I cannot hear my people.’

‘You can usually hear them?’

‘I hear their voices, their thoughts, their woes and their desires each night in my dreams. I pass their concerns to Empress Moon and she,in turn,acts upon them. In this way, our society remains perfect and peaceful. Without me, the people are lost. But now the voices are quiet. I fear my people have all been killed, and that is a loneliness I cannot bear; far worse than anything you can experience, Magician.’

He was almost feeling sorry for her, when her final statement raised his anger. ‘You have the audacity, woman, to assume you know about me? You know nothing about me or what has happened to me. My parents, my friends and everyone I have ever loved have all been killed! I have suffered more than a spoilt girl like you will ever know.’

The god-woman’s eyes opened wide,glowering with fury in the shadow of her hood. ‘Good!’ she hissed and stormed off towards her countrymen, who had already begunpreparingthe sled.

Ambassador Canyon looked at Samuel with concern, while Horse’s gaze was stony andlacking inemotion. Only Daneel watched on with open mirth as he began signalling for them to make ready. Samuel stalked over to the sled and reluctantly began helping Canyon and Horse to finish loading it.

‘She is not used to speaking openly,’ Canyon said. ‘She is easy to misunderstand and she misunderstands others.’

‘You’re not going to berate me for upsetting her?’

‘No,’ Canyon said. ‘It would be good for her to learn to speak civilly. The world she knows has already ended and will never return. She should get used to things being different.’

It was a surprising statement from the man.

‘Horse,’ Samuel said, changing the topic. ‘Would you teach me how you fight?’

‘Why would you want him to do that?’ Canyon asked.

‘Magic can be unreliable at times. Fists can serve better in many circumstances. I was in quite a number of scraps in my youth and,at one time,I could hold my own, but it’s been a while. What do you say?’

‘No,’ Horse said, matter-of-factly, continuing at his work.

‘Why not?’ Samuel asked, hoping to detect if the man was taking any subtle suggestions from Canyon.

Horse stopped and looked at Samuel levelly. ‘I cannot teach you to fight. I have seen you move and you already have all the pieces you need. You just need to put them together in the right way and that is something you must learn for yourself.’

‘It’s a far cry from moving to fighting. Would you say the same to an acrobat or a dancer? I’m sure they move even better than me.’

‘Perhaps, but if you ask me-and it seems you are-moving and fighting are exactly the same. It is only the choice of movements that happen to collide into another man’s face that changes them to fighting. Very well. If you want some simple advice, I will just tell you this: as with your spells, to deliver a solid blow you must use your full self to gather energy and direct it into the final point of contact at the precise moment of impact-a large effort into a small space and moment. As you know, a large enough hammer and a small enough nail can penetrate anything, as long as the force can be passed between them and the nail can survive the blow. That is the key. That is all you need to know. I’ve seen you move and I’ve seen your Turian magic at work. I cannot teach you anything more.’

‘You could teach me many things, I am sure.’

Horse stopped his work. ‘Come then.’ He stood away from the sled and motioned for Samuel to follow him. They moved to a small spot, with Canyon looking on with mirth.

Horse bent and picked up a small pebble. ‘Very well. I will show you something even more useful than how to throw a fist. Most battles are won or lost before the first punch can be thrown. Opponents must be assessed and strategies made before the onset. We will bypass all this and go straight to the most important lesson for any battle. Take this rock,’ and he offered the tiny stone to Samuel, who plucked it from his palm with interest. ‘I will take this stone from you three times using no force. There is nothing you can do to stop me, but you should try your best. Once I do this, I hope you can see what I am trying to teach you. Then, you will begin to understand something about fighting.’

Samuel was intrigued. ‘So I should try to prevent you?’

‘Of course.’

‘How will you do it?’ Samuel asked, to which Horse laughed.

‘That’s the whole point of this exercise. Let us begin now. Are you ready?’ and he dropped into a ready position, poised as if to attack.

Samuel nodded, not sure what would happen, but Horse shook his head and stood straight once more. ‘No, that will never do. If you stand like that,I will easily win. Perhaps I will give you an example. Give me the stone and I will show you how to properly protect it.’

At this Samuel offered the stone and Horse took it back. ‘That’s one,’ Horse stated and smiled with satisfaction. ‘Two more times and I win.’

‘Damn!’ Samuel said. ‘You tricked me! That’s not fair.’

‘I did not state any rules and I clearly told you we had begun. It was fair. Perhaps you didn’t hear me. Let’s try again. You must be alert,’ and he handed the pebble back to Samuel.

Samuel pushed the pebble firmly into a pocket on his left side, away from the ring. He held his hands out defensively and pulled up the hem of his robes,dropping into the same dramatic stance that Horse had previously assumed. ‘You will have to fight me if you want to get it.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Horse and opened his palm, revealing a small rock. ‘I have won already. The rock I gave you was a different one. That’s two.’

‘That’s cheating!’ Samuel said, growing annoyed.

‘There is no cheating,’ Horse said. ‘I have your rock, so I am the winner.’

Samuel grumbled to himself and poked his own pebble from out of his pocket with a finger. He examined it closer. ‘But this looks just like the rock you gave me.’

‘That is not the rock. I had changed them already.’ He stepped closer. ‘Let me show you.’

But Samuel held his pebble away defensively. ‘I’m not going to give it to you.’

‘You’re getting the idea, but I have already won, magician. There is no point in you denying it. Let me show you. If we put both stones together you can see which is the first one. Very well, I see you are cautious-which is good. If you don’t believe me, let’s stop the game here. Let us see which rock is the true one.’

At which point, Samuel passed the stone back to Horse. He held the pebbles together for both of them to see. ‘Oh,’ Horse said, feigning disappointment. ‘You were correct. Yours was the correct one after all. I was mistaken. But now I have your rock, so I win.’

‘What!’ Samuel said with disbelief. ‘But you said we had stopped the game.’

‘There are no rules. I did not state anything more than I had to get your rock. Everything else is your own assumption. The game continues until I win.’ He had a cheeky smile beaming on his face and it was the first time since Ghant that Samuel could remember the solemn warrior looking amused. ‘Only one more time. I hope you can do a little better or you won’t learn anything.’

He handed the pebble back to Samuel, who shoved it directly back into his pocket, somewhat unhappy that he had already been tricked twice. ‘Cheating foreigner!’ he grumbled to himself, but Horse only laughed all the more.

‘I will give you some time to prepare your defences. The first two times were much too easy. You will never learn anything at this rate.’

The Koian warrior went back to finish his work on the sled, where Canyon was laughing merrily to himself at Samuel’s ordeal.

They climbed over increasingly rough terrain,over slabs of stone and broken earth. The rain stayed clear in the days after that but,by late afternoonone day,flecks of ice had begun to fall on them, freezing their already suffering cheeks and fingers. The other magicians had obviously spelled themselves to warmness, but Samuel had no such luxury. Any attempt to warm himself with the Argum Stone would probably turn him into a flaming mess.

Increasingly, they found themselves clambering over clumps of snow, until,finally,the slopes around them were entirely white and the only brown to be seen was the track they had scoured with their passing, snaking back behind them.

Daneel led them to an empty hut made of many layers of bound sticks and grasses. They abandoned the sled and rushed in, stamping their boots and shaking their clothes free of snow.

Balten needed no invitation and sent a spell into the already prepared bundle of sticks in the hearth. That and the chimney were the sole stone constructions in the place. The fire seemed to give little heat, but eventually as it blazed hotter and hotter,the cold in the room was finally dispelled. Amazingly, the little hut was free of draughts and kept the heat in quite efficiently, so they were soon peeling off layer after layer of clothing until they were all in their thinnest shirts. The Koian woman took some coaxing from Ambassador Canyon and Horse before she would remove even a scarf in front of them, and she looked terrified at one point, but finally she agreed and took off the thickest leathers and coat.

‘Tomorrow we will reach an impassable tract,’ Daneel told them. ‘The magicians will need to cater for us there.’

‘How will we do that?’ Master Celios asked.

‘By getting us across,’ Daneel said, affronted at the question.

‘It will not be a problem,’ Balten stated confidently. ‘Whatever the obstacle we meet, we will overcome it.’

‘I like your enthusiasm,’ Daneel said. ‘I like your tobacco better, but your enthusiasm is not so bad, either. Speaking of tobacco?’ and he looked at Balten eagerly,promptingthe Circle magiciantopull the last scraps of his Fiskian best from his pocket. The men were all soon smoking from his shared pipe, filling the hut with their pungent smoke.

‘Master Celios,’ Samuel said a little later, slipping in beside the oldSeer. The others wereoccupied withthe cooking and the smells of their dinner were finally starting to overcome the dreadful Fiskian odour that had saturated the air. ‘I want to ask you about our friend, Sir Ferse.’

‘Ah, so you know our little secret then, do you?’ the man said, looking somewhat calmer than usual.

‘I do. He is the Emperor of Turia, somehow reborn into the body of another.’

‘No one knows but you and me. He made me swear never to reveal the truth and I will not…and neither should you.’ And he tapped Samuel roughlyon the chest with the tip of his bony finger.

‘Of course, but I need to know…howdid you do it?’

The old Master nodded smugly, looking very pleased with himself. ‘I cannot rightly say. My visions were strong and insistent at that time. I followed them, almost bereft of my senses, gathering ointments and spells and lotions.’

‘Black magic?’ Samuel asked hesitantly.

‘Hells bells, no!’ Celios declared with disgust at the mention. ‘The ointments were to prepare and preserve the new body. I had to keep the host alive but immobile while I readied everything. Poor Sir Ferse. He didn’t suffer, but I don’t think he would have found the experience comfortable at all. The spells I used were nothing special, just some simple magics to calm his mind and keep him comfortable. I can’t say I did anything particularly special. I think it was all the little things together that lured the Emperor’s spirit at just the right time. Oh, and I had to surround the host with personal effects and clippings from the Emperor-his hair, some nail clippings, flecks of skin. I had no idea if it would work, or even if it did work-for when the spells had endedandI finally unbound Sir Ferse,he awoke ranting and furious. He ran off to call the guards and I cowered in my room-but he didn’t return for several days. He seemed confused and irrational at that point, and so I explained to him what had happened. As the weeks passed, more and more of the Emperor’s characteristics became apparent andthose ofSir Ferse receded.’

‘But can you do it again? Can anyone be reborn like that?’

‘Oh, no! I sincerely doubt it. I feel something very special about the Emperor, something unusual in his spirit. I have never felt it in anyone else. You are special, too, Samuel, or should I sayunusual, but your spirit is black and a mystery to me. You have served your purpose, for you did kill the Emperor as you were destined, and now he has been reborn for a greater purpose. The man he was before was great above all, but now he has returned from death, he has renewed his fate. I don’t know what he will do after this point, but I feel it will be great.’

‘You have had a vision?’

‘Not about this, no, but I don’t need visions to dictate my feelings.’

‘Do you believe that the Koian woman was also reborn?’

‘She is an enigma, like you, Samuel. But I doubt it. I think rather the Koians are a primitive people, steeped in superstitions. Sensing she was different from the common folk, they picked her out from the crowds, but she is merely a girl, made savage by a life of absurd practices and isolation.’

‘Yes. She is strange, stubborn and bad-tempered. I don’t know how they put up with her.’

‘Good. Good,’ he said, musing. ‘I would like you to find out even more about her.’

‘Do you think there may be something she is hiding?’

‘I doubt she knows anything useful at all, the poor dumb creature.’

‘She said she could hear the voices of her people.’

‘More likely she has been driven to paranoia. Still, I would like you to learn what you can. Speak to her more. Try to break through to her.’

‘Very well,’ Samuel said, and he crept off to lie by the wall, hoping to sleep as deeply as he could before the next gruelling day.

The precipice was a long,jagged scar in the snow that dropped down into the rocky depths, where a tempestuous river frothed and surged, full of ice. It was thirty paces wide at least andspannedthe narrow valley entirely, leaving no alternative than to cross it or begin climbing the sheer,black stone faces on either side.

‘How do you usually cross this way?’ Ambassador Canyon asked.

‘No one crosses in this season and no one has had any reason to for many years-not since the pass at Ghant was opened up,’ Daneel replied. ‘There was once a narrow bridge, but it had already fallen into disrepair before I was born. I am guessing it now lies down there.’ And he pointed down the treacherous gap.

‘If you haven’t ever been this way, how do you know where we are going?’ Sir Ferse asked.

‘The old folk described the way to me. We have good memories for such things.’

‘So how will we pass?’ Eric asked.

‘I will leave that up to you. Whatever you decide, you must be quick,’ Daneel told them. ‘We cannot stand idle in this weather and we have far to go before nightfall. If we are caught out in a storm, it may be our last mistake.’ He had lost all his merriment and seemed to be eyeing the blustering winds with concern.

Samuel looked at Eric expectantly.

‘Why look at me?’ Eric asked indignantly.

‘My power is difficult to control. I can’t do anything.’

‘What good is a magic that you can’t control?’

‘Hush!’ Samuel declared, for the last thing he wanted was for everyone to know his weakness, but Eric scowled back at him darkly.

The group was quiet, sensing thefrictionbetween the two of them.

A burst of magic then caused Samuel to turn about, just as a thunderous crack sounded from the mountain walls above, and the rest of the group in turn looked around. Balten had cast a spell up against the cliff face and it was clawing into the rock with ferocious vigour. The stone cracked and boomed as his spell laboured, echoing all through the valley.

‘Is that safe?’ Sir Ferse asked, as pebbles and fragments came bouncing down not far from their feet, but everyone was too fixated on the heights to answer.

Balten kept one hand held up, fine-tuning his spell with delicate gestures of his fingers, locked in fine concentration as he read and adjusted his magic. With one last sudden bang, a slab of black rock peeled itself from the cliff face. Several of the onlookers gasped.It looked for a moment like the great mass of stone was falling, but Balten was in control all the while. Only a few pebbles and slivers of stone came bouncing down the rock face, while the slab hovered in the air, carried by magic. He lowered the stone, which was as thick as he was tall, and slowly laid it gently across the precipice. When he was done, the solid length of rock spanned the gap comfortably, with sufficient length to spare at each end. The whole party could have walked across abreast, but the stone did look smooth and slippery, so Samuel thought just sneaking across the middle one at a time would be a much more sensible alternative.

Balten skipped up onto the makeshift bridge and walked across quite leisurely. He hopped off at the other side and waited with his arms folded as well as he could in his bulky leather coat.

The others look to each other for assurance and it was Eric who crossed next. One by one, they went over.

When it was Samuel’s turn to cross, he did find the stone was as slippery as he suspected and he kept his knees slightly bent. Snow had already begun to pile up upon it, making it all the worse. Sir Ferse hadtaken a peep over the side as he crossed, intrigued by the rushing river below, but Samuel had no wish to see such things. Horse crossed last, dragging the sled up onto the rock and pulling it over with barely a pause. He seemed to take every obstacle in his stride.

‘Should we leave it here?’ Eric asked. ‘The Paatin could use it to cross.’

‘I doubt they will find this way,’ Daneel responded, ‘and such desert-men would perish quickly in this cold-even quicker than all of you, I would guess. The weather will be getting much harsher yet and no army will be passing this way until the summer thaw. It is too early to speak yet, but I feel we have slipped through just in time.’

So they left the great slab lying across the chasm like a fallen obelisk and continued on their way along the pass.

Itwas a rare afternoon of clear sky. As they continued,the sun fellbehind the peaks. The temperature was dropping quickly, but Daneel seemed unsure of where they would be staying. He eyed the slopes and crags warily until ‘this way!’ he called and led them toa piece of level groundbeneatha tiny overhang.

‘We camp here,’ he stated and began unloading the sled before Horse had even pulled it to a halt.

The spot he had chosen was well away from the cliffs and seemed safe from any rock fall; itwas also sheltered from the wind. Horse andDaneeldug away at the snow with a couple of pot lids, until they reached the bare rocks and then laid out a length of thick canvas. Daneel drew some rods and ropes from the sled and wassoonconstructing a couple of tents, hammering great iron pegs into the stone and affixing the ropes as tightly as he could.

‘There is room enough for four of us in each. The magicians will need to take turns warming the air, however you can. Otherwise, sleep tightly together. Make sure you see to your toiletry needs now. If you have to get up in the night and you venture outside the tent, that will probably be the last we will see of you.’

They did as told and divided themselves into two groups. Balten went with the Koians into one tent while the Order magicians and Sir Ferse went into the other. It was bitterly cold and no one bothered to take off anything but their outermost coat.

Master Celios soon had their air warmed up, but the driving wind outside constantly worked to chill them again. The tent thrashed and flapped during the night as the wind picked up into a howling gale. It was a miserable night and Samuel only slept because he was so exhausted. The only decent thing about the whole night was their meal. It was only dried meats, warmed in their pans with magic, but Samuel was so hungry that each bite felt like the most delectable of feasts passing down his gullet.

Four more days and nights they continued like that, at times pushing through snow up to their hips. Daneel led them always onwards, shouting encouragement and making jokes when he could. He led them across the mountains on a zigzagging path that sometimes seemed to have them backtracking on themselves or spending hours just to move within a stone’s throw of where they had started, due to the rocks and drops and dangers in their way.

Balten regularly warmed the common folk, ensuring none of their fingers or toes succumbed to the frost, while the magicians took care of themselves. Only poor Samuel trudged on without aid, as he dared not risk using the Argum Stone. He felt miserable, freezing in his gloves and boots and he guessed it was only pure luck that his feet did not freeze solid and break off altogether. At the end of each day,he rubbed and counted his toes, blowing on them with his warm breath until some vestige of feeling returned.

It seemed as if the days had become a dream-a patchwork of unsteady steps and intermittent rests and huddling away from the elements-but the moment came when Samuel realised that the sun was warm upon his face, and a tiny gurgle beside him made him turn his head to see. The water was barely a trickle, running out from beneath the ice, but it had carried away the snow in places and bare dark earth was visible. He looked at the mountainsides around him and,in patches,the rocks and earth lay bare of ice and snow. He turned to Daneel and he felt his mouth quivering towards the purple-lipped guide. His face was too cold to move, as if frozen shut and he pulled his gloved hand from a deep pocket and shook a finger at the snowless patches.

‘Yes, Samuel,’ Daneel said. ‘We have come down far. We may even be having dinner indoors tonight if we make good time.’

The words were like heaven to him and Samuel shuffled forward with renewed vigour, wishing the others would hurry along.

They rounded a pinnacle-like monolith of stone andsawa valley of trees laid out below them, stretching far down the mountainside. A flat plateau lay below that, complete with a long,ear-shaped lake. Even though more snow-covered peaks and mountains surrounded the valley, just the sight of flat ground was cause for celebration. The party clambered down the side of a hillside made of slippery shale, each piece warm to the touch from the sun’s embrace. At first, they were worried that their steep descent would cause an avalanche of stones, but that was soon forgotten as they each gained speed and ended up running the final few metres into the treeline. Horse had left the sled behind at Daneel’s instruction, and he carried with him only the light bags that they would need from here. It was only the Koian woman who came cautiously down the slope, worried she might tumble.

They were immediately hit by a blanket of warm air that was locked amongst the trees and they began stripping off their coats and gloves with enthusiasm, abandoning them upon the ground.

Daneel soon led them to a stream than ran brisk and clean from the earthy soil, spilling down amongst the trees,and they refilled their water bags. ‘We haven’t quite followed the route I was intending, but we’ve reached the valley anyway.’

Samuel squatted down and cupped the water into his hands. It was freezing, but he lapped it up and gulped it down until his stomach was tingling with the cold. Standing, he rubbed his stubbled face with his sleeve. ‘I hope I never see a mountain again,’ he said.

‘I’ll wager you will regret those words once we have been in the desert for a week or two,’ Balten said.

Horse came and stood beside Samuel, putting his hand on his shoulder. ‘By the way,’ he said and a little pebble dropped from his palm to land with aplonkbeside Samuel’s foot. ‘That’s three.’

‘When did you get that?’ Samuel asked, quickly patting at his pockets, which all proved empty of any stones. ‘I had forgotten we were even still playing.’

‘The game continues until it is finished. I must say that was easy,’ Horse replied smugly. ‘I am a little disappointed.’

Samuel picked up the stone and examined it closely, scraping off the flecks of earth. It seemed to be the same little rock they had begun with, so he had to concede that the Koian warrior was the victor. ‘Very well. You win. But what was it I was supposed to learn?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Horse replied, ‘but it did give me some amusement and it shut you up for a while. That is reason enough.’

Samuel felt somewhat annoyed. ‘How about you have a turn?’

Horse nodded solemnly and took the pebble from Samuel’s upturned palm. ‘A good idea. But I know this game well. To win, you will only have to retrieve it once.’

Samuel had already begun thinking of ways to trick the slippery Koian. ‘I agree. Shall we begin?’

‘Yes,’ Horse said and immediately threw the stone as far as he could to land with a plop in the middle of the stream. ‘Good luck,’ he said to Samuel and began at once away.

Samuel was speechless, while the others were sniggering to themselves as they continued walking past him.

‘Cheer up!’ the Emperor said, and gave him a heavy slap on the back.

The lot of them looked as rough and dishevelled as city beggars. Horse stood straight and strong and still had some semblance of nobility, despite his bearded face,and the Koian woman was too well hidden in her hood and scarves to be seen, but they could all have done with a hot wash and some soap. Even the Emperor had lost much of his regal manner and appeared more of a woodsman that a monarch.

‘When can we expect to find a settlement?’ Balten then asked of their guide.

‘Down beside the lake. We will need to push hard, but we will make it after dark. The locals should be accommodating and I doubt the Paatin would have bothered to find their way here just yet. We are still deep within the mountains, although the way will be simpler from here. As long as we have some coin to spare, we should be able to get a roof over our heads tonight.’

The thought had them all powering on, striding ever downwards. Often they lost sight of the valley amongst the trees, oritdropped behind some rise while they rounded a forested bend, but finally they found themselves on flat ground that Samuel almost thought he would kiss.

The small village of Callerdum sat on the edge of Green Lake (which was actually quite clear, despite its name). There was a small Imperial presence in the town and they were quite nervous of any impending Paatin foray, especially since hearing the news that the towns in the lowlands had been overcome in the weeks before. They probably had little to worry about, for the time being at least, as the Paatin seemed only intent on taking settlements that fell between them and the heart of the Empire.

Still, the people were worried. Even here, they had heard the fate of some towns that had failed to surrender: they had been utterly destroyed. Vast numbers of villages and settlements had surrendered upon sight of any Paatin coming their way. Rumourhad itthat one small village had even surrendered themselves to what they thought was a Paatin emissary,butwho turned out to be only a travelling vagrant, filthy from his days on the road.

Once a settlement came under Paatin control, the desert people only had to leave a small group behind to oversee the local folk and,even then,they interfered little. As long as the inhabitants remained calm, there was nothing to fear and they knew the Paatin army would not be calledinto deal with them. Any Turian soldiers were allowed to remain to protect the townsfolk from brigands and so forth, on the condition that they lowered their Imperial colours. Being Turian, many had the notion to refuse, but here, so far from inner Turia and hope of reinforcement,thosewith the tiniest amount of sense knew they had little choice but to submit.

There was no pillaging or mistreatment of the common folk, and it did not seem at all like any kind of warfare that the people expected. The only other command from their Paatin occupiers was that sufficient food and resources be diverted into the supply trains that maintained their passing armies. Again, they did not take anything by force, but they simplydescribedwhat would happen if they suspected their commands were not being met. It seemed to be a successful tactic, for entire cities had fallen in this way, with barely a score of Paatin left behind to run the places.

Again, it was only rumour, but it was said that the Paatin were utterly intolerant to bribery. Several local lords near Kalid had attempted to bribe the Paatin into granting them favours in return for engineering a quick surrender of the towns, and these men had quickly found their heads on the tops of poles. It signalled that the Paatin were a people of honour and perhaps not quite so savage as they seemed; or perhaps it was merely a sign that they were intent on reaching Cintar as quickly as possible, and had little time for other distractions.

The party took time to bathe andscrapethe dirt from their bodies, eating their fill in the house of the local leader. They stayed a second night, under command of Daneel,for he was adamant their bodies would need further rest if they were to press on. No one was sure if he was sincere about this, or if it was only the rather high number of pretty girls that caused him to stay longer. Either way, they were tired and the rest did feel wellneeded.

Samuel found Horse on the second storey balcony of their lodging, which overlooked the lake. The sun was about to dip into the mountains they had just crossed and the daylight warmth was plummeting by the moment.

‘It’s a beautiful place,’ Samuel said, observing the tiny fishing boats dotted across the lake.

‘It reminds me of my home,’ Horse said serenely.

‘What kind of place is it?’

‘A small village-simple and carefree.’

‘Do you have a wife or family?’

‘Warriors have no interest in such things. It would be pointless. We cannot have children.’

‘Ah,’ Samuel said. ‘It is similar with magicians. Even though your fighting style imbues only small amounts of magic, it must be enough to bring about the change.’

‘We thought it was from the rigour of training. As you know, we have no knowledge of magic. If what you say is true, it has come about not from our own intention.’

‘Does everyone in your village train to be a warrior?’

‘Of course not. Then there would be none to bear children. Only the first-born of each family is offered to the weapon-masters. We know our family, but we are raised from childhoodin the Temple of Discipline. Genders are separated in the middle years, to avoid distraction.’

‘You teach your women to fight?’ Samuel asked with some surprise, and with more than a little interest.

‘Yes. We do not keep them banished into the homes and relegated to nursing children as you seem to here. They are a crucial part of our armies in Koia.’

‘But surely they cannot learn to fight the same as you. That would not be possible.’

‘As you say. You treat women strangely but in Koia, men and women are equal in every way. Do not underestimate any Koian woman, fighter or otherwise.’

‘Strange,’ Samuel said, musing over the matter. ‘Do you miss not having a normal life?’

‘This is my lot and I carry it with honour. It is a normal life to me. It does not seem too different from you being in your Order. Many times in history,we have saved our nation from marauders and the heroes of my bloodline are legend. I am sure that, even if Koia has fallen, my home still remains, high in the mountains and far from the worries of the lowlands. The spirit of my people is indomitable.’

‘Do you miss it?’

‘Of course, but I also understand that I will never return.’

‘How can you be so sure?’

Horse regarded him with all seriousness. ‘It is pointless to think of returning. Our fate has drawn us to this distant land and it is here we shall remain. You have noshipscapable of surviving the return journey to Koia and I feel that,even if you did, our path would follow a different route. Still, my home is what fills my dreams every night. It disturbs me to think that my body will fall here, far from my home, but that is also my lot. My fate is to protect She Who Has No Name. Now, I am the last of many, so the responsibility falls entirely on me. I cannot falter in this task.’

‘If you want to keep her alive for as long as possible, why don’t you just take her and hide somewhere. Why follow us when we are going to one of the most dangerous places in Amandia?’

‘Canyon is in charge. I have faith in his judgement. It is not only to protect her, but to allow her to be reborn at the correct time, in the correct conditions.’

‘And Canyon will decide that?’

‘He will.’

‘How can you invest so much faith in the man? Doesn’t it enter your mind that he could be misleading you?’

‘I am what I am. If I started to doubt his word, everything on which my life is built would tumble. It is unthinkable.’

‘Come then. You don’t need to be alone in protecting your god. We will help you. But I am still fascinated with your fighting skills. I have been thinking long about how I can follow in your footsteps, but I still don’t know where to begin. If you can show me even some of the simplest skills, it may be of value, should we need to defend ourselves.’

‘As I said, you already know enough to defeat the average foe. It seems pointless to start tutoring you from the beginning, and it would take more time than we have to even begin. Your nature is notto bea fighter. You are a magician and,if that is your way, you will only dilute yourself by trying to change.’

‘Magic is not as dependable as you think. There are many times when a magician must rely on his wits or simply run away, for lack of any other ability to defend himself. Come. Show me. Would this be effective?’ Samuel said, and demonstrated by stepping into Harvest Stance and thrusting his fist forwards. He felt foolish, but it was obvious he was not getting anywhere with talk alone.

Horse nodded his head. ‘Effective at breaking your own hand, yes. The principle is there, but if you strike like that,you will only hurt yourself. You must be firm to deliver the blow. Suppleness is for before the strike-to generate speed and to avoid being hit yourself. Often, the one who strikes first is the one who strikes last. Here, tighten your fist or the force will escape there and you will break it.’ He took the magician’s hand and pressed it into the correct shape. ‘Once you get stronger, you can reduce the point of contact to a single knuckle or fingertip-but do not try that yet. The result, if done properly, can be devastating to any foe,penetrating armour, breaking bones and internal organs. I have even seen some of the greater fighters miss their target and still cause fatalities, such was their talent.’

Samuel nodded. ‘You see? There is much you can teach me. Do you ever fight with swords? It seems a strange choice to fight against an armed opponent with only your hands.’

‘I can fight with weapons, but I find the human body to be the most versatile of weapons. A man who can only fight with a sword or spear is useless if disarmed. There is a time and a place for such things. I find too much value is placed on such weapons, even in my own country, when more merit should be bestowed upon the empty hand, which can ultimately prove the stronger. The greatest fighter uses all his skills, not just the ability to punch or jab a stick. Misdirection, confusion, sleight-of-hand-all have roles to play in every battle,not just in our words and actions, but in our movements and where we are looking. The angle of our toes and the shifting of our weight give opponents assumptions, that they do not even realise they are making, about our intentions. The true fighter uses these against the opponents, clouding their ability to think and react, filling their mind with conflicting information and subterfuge. Every attack must be a defence, each defence an attack. You step away to lead an opponent towards you, but escape is not the intention; it is to have them stepping forward where you can trap them. Human nature is one of the best weapons we have. Learn to know and judge others, better than they know themselves, and they can be defeated in an instant, before they have even raised their sword. What follows from that point is merely acting out the motions. Finally, a sword in your hand shouts out your intentions, while an empty hand can be mask any manner of deceit. I could go on all day.’

‘So was all this what you were trying to teach me with the pebble?’

‘Something like that,’ Horse admitted.

Samuel mulled over the thought. ‘Then what would you do if you came against a fighter equal to your own ability, butwho alsohad a weapon?’

‘If all the circumstances leading up to that point were equal, and the sword was of sufficient quality, I would probably die.’

‘Would you give up so easily?’

‘I did not say I would give up, or even that I would lose, Magician. There are many ways to die and still achieve victory.’

Samuel again took time to digest the words. ‘There is much more to fighting than I had assumed.’

There was a creak from the stairs and Horse’s eyes flickered towards them for the briefest moment.

‘There is. Now, I must go,’ he said and started away.

Samuel looked, but could see no one there. He sensed, however, the fading energies of Canyon as the man tiptoed down the stairs. It was perhaps wise that no one had informed the Koians that the magicians could feel their presence. It would be prudent, Samuel reminded himself, that they should keep as many of their secrets as they could away from the man. As Horse had suggested, secrets could be powerful weapons.

When morning came, Daneel announced that he would not be continuing on the journey with them.

‘Your path leads into the deserts and the sand,’ he said. ‘I don’t think I would enjoy such waterless places.’

‘But we are going to save the Empress,’ Eric said. ‘Won’t you help us with that?’

Daneel laughed. ‘I’m not fond of the Empire. I’m sure the Empress is a lovely sort, but I have other plans afoot. I have things to do here and I will eventually need to make my way back home. I am sure you will still beabsorbedin your adventure by then, but I will not be with you. The rest of the way is simple, and you have a week or more before this valley becomes cut off by the snow. The lowlands will be simple to find, if you simply follow the path for another few days. From there, it will not be hard to make your way to Kalid.’

And he wished them good luck and sent them on their way. Balten knew some of the territory on this side of the mountains and,once they found their way to the town of Kalid, he would be able to gain his bearings. The eight of them began on their way upon a string of sturdy ponies, with the Koian god-woman clutching desperately behind Ambassador Canyon. The mountains had not defeated them and their future challenges lay ahead.

INTERLUDE

An excerpt from the Book of Morgan (3:11:17)

Oh,the misery. Here I am, raised to godhood and possessing power I once could never have fathomed; able to reach across time and space with my will, yet chained and burdened more than ever-more than even most mortals. While once I could run across fields and feel the cool breeze on my brow, I am now a common conscript in an unending war and an abominable father who consumes his own young.

My own mortal father, who died so long ago thatthemeasure of years has little meaning, once told me that the end justifies the means. I have seen such terrible means that set me to weep, and the promised end is always one step ahead of me, so I find that axiom has longsinceworn thin. The unbearable alternative, however, is defeat. If I were to give up, or lay down my burden for just a heartbeat, my world would be set upon and devoured by beings much more callous and desperate than I, so I must continue my unholy duty and ready myself to go to war again.

I have long grown tired of this struggle and,as I return weary from the eternal battlefield, my thoughts once again return to simpler days, when I was young, foolish and unfettered. I made many,manymistakes in my mortal life and my only solace now is that I do not have the freedom of choice to make any more. Forever I must toil at my task,never averting my eyes from the horizon and never forsaking my people. Through my diligence, mankind itself will survive, but their sacrifice will be untold.

I weep each time my feet touch upon the soil of my world and I feel the beautiful earth beneath my toes. It should be a time of joy, but I cannot put the unbearable cost of my task from my mind and so I set to work like a man possessed. Each scream and plea for mercy is torture to my soul, but I cannot allow myself to be swayed. Each corpse set at my feet is like a skewer through my heart, but I cannot risk even a moment of compassion. One by one, each soul freed from its vessel will add to my strength,empowering me and fuelling me with vigour to go on. Only when I am sated from the flesh and life of my people can I return to the war with any hope of persevering.

Countless souls will be wiped from the earth and thrown into my jaws, but the few that survive may live on. There is suffering, I know, but the alternative is annihilation. Even this eternal cycle of life and death is better than an infinite emptiness. Whilst we exist, there is hope. I have longagolost the will to go on with all this-yet I must.

I accepted this burden willingly, but without any measure of what it would require. I only hope that when I am done, someone-anyone-can find the compassion to forgive me. Sometimes, my own grief is overwhelming and I will my existence to come to an end, but even the luxury of death isfarbehind me. A god cannot die so simply.

It has been a long time since I was a man and I now find it difficult to understand the workings of the creatures I once walked amongst and loved; yet tirelessly I forge on. Only in lucid moments such as these can I think as I once did and remember that I, too, was once human. Time passes altogether differently in this existence and sometimes the Ages seem to pass like sorrow-laden heartbeats.

I can feel the time is coming again. The eternal war goes on, but would soon falter without me and so I trust my vessel will be ready soon. I pray again that this time will be the last and that my servants will have done their duty, so I will not have so much bitter work to attend to myself. Yes, I can feel the gateway being readied,so I must stand ready to make my harvest.

I did not think being a god would be quite like this. I sometimes wonder what my people must think of me.

What is a ghost but a man with no body?

What is a man but a ghost in a skin?

Each envies the other on the Day of Mourning

when the widows start wailing and the old women sing.

— old Kabushy husbands’ saying

CHAPTER SIX

Sand and Stone

They dared not approach Kalid, for the town had a legion of Paatin encamped around it. They learned from the odd villager and huntsman they met on the road that even greater numbers of desert-men had recently returned unsuccessfully from the mountains and had departedagainimmediately. No one could say whether they had gone north or south or simply turned back to the east. The locals had no wish to ask them and the Paatin had no wish to tell.

Samuel and his companionsmadetheir wayalong the back roads and forest paths, heading east to towns that Balten knew well. These lands had once been the Earldoms of Glass, gathered under King Rike,a rich and fertile land high on the steppes of central Amandia, peaceful and quiet for centuries-until the Empire had crossed the mountains. Further east were the Eastern Reaches, which was a wide and barren land that led into the Paatin wastes proper.

It was surprisingly easy for them to make their way, for the Paatin had made no effort to set up roadblocks or checkpoints or other things that the Empire typically employed in times of war. Any settlements not in the direct path of the Paatin were untouched and many of the people they met had no idea their land was now occupied. As such, the party made good time and did not have nearly as much trouble as they feared.

They spent a couple of weeks crossing those lands, hiding on sight of Paatin troops, avoiding the main centres of population, but the time was otherwise uneventful. It was only when they reached Tosah on the very edge of the Earldoms that they saw the effect of the Paatin-for the town was gone,razed to the ground and demolished as if in effort to remove all hint of its existence. It had been the main hub of travel for merchants who had come from the desert and those who lived in the region, but now there was nothing at all but an expanse of flattened rubble. Rumour had it that the Imperial garrison had scoffed at the requests to surrender, and the Paatin host had shown them no mercy.

There was no sign of Lomar or where he could possibly be hiding and so after a half-day’s hiatus,they had no choice but to push on. Balten led them onwards, into the Eastern Reaches, where the trees were sparse and the riverbeds were dry and cracked. They only approached the odd,small settlement that he indicated would be friendly, for the people here were increasingly inhospitable. Some were obviously of mixed blood while others had the same dark skin as the Paatin invaders. It was still a long way to the Paatin capital, so Balten explained, but their influence extended even to these distant reaches of their territory.

Finally, after Samuel had lost count of the days, they found themselves surrounded by lands of baked rock and blowing sands. A few spiny shrubs existed and the occasional lizard scurried across their paths, but otherwise the earth was barren and devoid of life, open and featureless from horizon to horizon. Balten led them across a tiny strip of a stream, with withered sticks jutting up from its pitiful banks. One step and they were over it.

Balten stopped and took note of the landscape. ‘This is the start of the great wastes-the lands of the Paatin. From here,there is little else but rock and endless deserts.’

‘How many deserts are there?’ Ambassador Canyon asked.

Balten was set to answer, but Sir Ferse took his turn to speak and he reeled off his description as if reading from a cartographer’s report. ‘Countless deserts lie to the east, like seas of sand and stone. They stretch into the unknown and beyond, for no one,savethe desert people, has any desire to delve into such unforgiving places. The varieties of desert are as endless as their number: all manner of barren plains, windswept crags, sandy dunes and salty wastes. The most precious treasures of the deserts are the sparse wells and springs. The locations of these secret places are guarded fiercely by the desert folk: nomadic and secretive people, wary of those outside their tribe. Their skins have been made dark by lifetimes under the sun. Their women are rarely seen, but it is said they are treated well and even act as matriarchs in some families. The deserts are many and impenetrable, but their mysteries are even more so.’

Balten was impressed. ‘You surprise me, Sir Ferse, and you seem to have some mysteries of your own. I would not have guessed you knew so much of this land. But,yes, you are correct in your summary,although it is quite a rudimentary account. These lands are vast and dangerous. One small mistake here will see a man wandering and lost, gasping for water upon the scorched earth until the scavengers come to pick at his bones. I don’t know why anyone bothers to persist here.’

‘What do you know of this Desert Queen, then?’ Samuel asked of Balten.

‘Her people called herAlahativa, which means Wondrous One in the most common of Paatin tongues, for they have as many languages as they have tribes,each markedly different and distinct from one another. Nobody knows her full history-only that she came from the desert one day and forged a city in the heart of the Paatin. They sayof all the women upon the earth,she is of unequalled beauty. She is terrible and ruthless,and her people fear her as much as they love her. She is more of a legend than a person, for I first heard tales of her when I was just a boy and she was alreadyrenownedby then. I sometimes doubt that she may even be a single person, but is rather a legacy of queens. There is much we don’t know, but Idare saywe will find out more once we get there.’

‘Can she truly be a witch?’ Eric asked.

‘Again, tales of her powers are common in these parts-but we will be able to make that judgement soon enough.’

Balten led them to a tiny hut, hidden in the crevices of a set of low hills that hugged the side of the desert. He left them waiting outside upon their horses and, while it was evident there were people inside, there was no sound of any conversation. He emerged moments later with an armful of thin,brown cloaks.

‘Put these on, over your underclothes,’ he told them and threw the bundle to Eric. ‘In the desert, you do things in the way of the desert, or you perish.’

They did as they were told, with the magicians discarding their own robes of black for the thinner, brown cloths. Balten demonstrated how to wear them, for the clothes were of a simple cut and needed to be wound around the body and tied with laces and cords. Out of view,Canyon assisted his god to wrap herself in the fabri and,when she re-emerged, she had pulled the hood over her face as tightly as she could.

‘These are clothes of the hill-tribe people. We should not meet any others of such caste here, but they can be quickoftemper. Our disguises will grant us some safety, but it will be even safer to give any others we meet a wide berth.’

He then lifted the heavy lid from a large,flat barrel beside the door,replenished the water bags in their packs and ensured their mounts had drunk their fill. After that, they were quickly away.

They rode along the bleak landscape from landmark to landmark. Sometimes, it seemed Balten had lost his way,but then he would find some tiny feature on the horizon that had them changing direction and setting off again. Nights were spent in the open, and they gathered sticks from the dry scrub that scattered the land to make their fire, eating from their supplies.

Every second or third day, they would spy another encampment or party of travelling desert-men. Sometimes they would change their path to avoid the others entirely and sometimes Balten would speak with them and return with more supplies-the frequency of which seemed impossible to foretell. They only did as they were told, and pulled their hoods up over their heads when he instructed, riding slowlyandwithstraightbacksto avoid attention.

Local food consistedof a high volume of roots and bitter berries, but goat seemed to be the domestic animal of choice and they had that meat as often as they liked, for it was not in short supply. Samuel suspected that some of the flesh they were given was actually horse, for many of the tiny settlements they met had a pen of small strong ponies beside it, with legs and hocks of the preserved meat stored in the shade. He was not bothered after long, for they had little choice in what they ate, and he actually found the tender meat was to his liking,very similar to beef.

‘How do you know these lands so well?’ Eric asked of Balten, as they made for the shadows of a lone cluster of boulders.

‘I come here everyyear orso,’ was the mysterious answer.

‘What business do you have in the desert?’ Sir Ferse asked.

‘The Circle has interest in all the affairs of the world. I go where I am sent,’ was his reply.

It had been weeks since they had entered the wastes and everyone had begun to think the journey would have no end. Each day they rose earlier and slept later. Before noon,they would find whatever shade they could and rest for several hours. In this way, the daytime heat became somewhat more tolerable.

They were leading their horses down a crumbling, red-stoned hill when Samuel felt magic ahead. At the same moment, Balten looked up with alarm and raised his hand for them to stop. He peered down towards the flat land, where dark clots of men were massing like ants, climbing from hidden cracks and crevices. Somewhere down there, magic was being readied.

‘What is it?’ Master Celios asked.

A spell crackled from far away and Samuel suddenly became aware of men on either side. They came chargingat the small group, leaping over the rocks and howling, holding their curved swords above their heads.

Horse was the first to react and he leapt from his horse and ran to meet the men, empty-handed. His strides were like bounds and he covered the distance in a heartbeat, slamming his fists into the first of the men and sending them flying. Others surged around him, but Horse was a blur of fists, ducking their blades and shattering their bones with lightning-fast strokes imbued by his innate magic.

More desert-men were inbound from their right and Eric saw to those with a series of curt spells, thrown from his saddle. In moments, the Paatin on either side had been dispatched, but many more were already scalingthe hilltowards them from below.

‘Leave the horses,’ Balten told them. ‘We run. Back for the top of the hill. We can hold them if we have the high ground.’

He abandoned his mount, then tucked his long,desert-style cloak into his trousers for ease, and began back up the rocky hill as fast as he could. The others did likewise and followed him, dropping from their saddles and scrambling to keep up. Horse climbed faster than everyone. He reached the crest first and stood eyeing the far side with concern. When Samuel finally arrived, panting for breath beside the Koian warrior, it was evident they had been surrounded, for a throng of pale-cloaked Paatin were already halfway up the far side of the rise, some clambering on all fours to come straight up at them, others following the zigzagging path that had been worn into the hill.

‘They are coming from all sides!’ Eric blurted outinalarm.

‘We can hold them,’ Balten said coolly. ‘Just keep the others in the middle to protect them.’ And he turned a grave eye to Samuel. ‘This is no time to hold back, Samuel. We need your strength.’

Master Celios was the first to send out his spells and,although he was not as powerful as the others, he began well by sending showers of loose stones down upon the desert-men, so that they had to cower behind rocks and shield themselves from the bombardment. Eric followed, joining the old Master and lifting great boulders. He sent them bouncing and crashing down the hill, crushing scores of Paatin beneath their weight. Balten faced the other side of the hill, where they had left their horses, and stood calmly holding a Morning Stance while he summoned his power. Samuel took the chance to slip on his ring and he shuddered as the power took hold of him, already smelling the caustic scent of magic in his nostrils. Canyon and Sir Ferse stood warily beside the god-woman, while Horse waited calmly for the attackers to draw nearer.

Balten had finished gathering his power and sent the first of his spells rolling down the hillside. Explosions rattled the slope, sending desert-men and their severedlimbsflying into the air. Their horses fled, frightened by the noise and went galloping awaydownthe steepdecline with their ears pulled back. Samuel joined Eric, tapping the Argum Stone as little as he could. He did not want to tire himself too quickly for,judging by the volume of men that surrounded them, the battle would not be over quickly. He sent waves of fire rolling down the hill that set their attackers rolling and thrashing and slapping at themselves. As they lost their footing,they went toppling down the hill, forming wailing pinwheels that tumbled and bounced and left their fellows diving out of the way. Thisinitial defence seemed successful, but a feeling tugging at his mind had Samuel worried for,on the far side of the hill, below where Balten was defending, Paatin magic was hard at work.

‘Where are they all coming from?’ he heard Eric shout from beside him.

‘They must have been following us for some time,’ Master Celios called back, ‘waiting for an opportune time to attack.’

‘We would have felt so many tracking us,’ Eric responded.

‘They can use our footsteps and subtle signs of the desert to follow us,’ Balten called back, following the conversation as he threw down more bolts of power. ‘Skilled trackers can know our every move from well beyond the horizon, once they have caught our trail.’

‘What is that?’ Canyon then cried, sounding shrill and pointing to Balten’s side of the hill.

Samuel turned his gaze and saw specks of desert-men leaping up the hillside towards them, bounding like fleas.

‘Paatin wizard-work!’ Balten called. He began aiming at the leaping figures with his spells, but the men leapt erratically, bounding over their countrymen and scaling the hill by the drove.

Samuel stood beside him and pointed his fist down the hillside. He called forth the energy of the ether and a screeching gale of magic swept out from within him. It washed down the hill and the first lines of Paatin it met grew incandescent, glowed red and then blew to dust as the spell burnt them to cinders. Leaping desert-men, caught in mid-air, shrieked and vanished as they were caught in the spell.

Balten nodded his approval, but Samuel had no time to savour the victory. A clot of fire was stuck in his chest and he laboured for breath against the pain. He felt a flood of magic building up within him, forcing its way through the passage he had opened, but he refused to be overcome. Inch by inch, he swallowed the magic down and forced closed his connection with the ring. Finally, he could breathe again and he turned away from the others and pulled the Argum Stone from his finger with desperation.

‘You will need to pace yourself, Samuel,’ Balten said. ‘The battle is only just begun.’

Looking down the hill,Samuel saw thatthe effect of his spell had vanished and the leaping desert-men he had defeated had only been replaced by hordes of more such men. Some were getting near and Samuel could see enormous,black, taloned legs jutting out frombeneaththeir pale cloaks, driving them into the air with each leap. They held no swords, but they had no need for,in place of hands,they had razor-sharp,chitinous claws. The men had saucer-likeeyes and came at them without emotion, stinking with the vile magic that had recently transformed them.

‘We need help here!’ Eric called and Samuel lurched around to find that waves of Paatin had nearly reached them from that side of the hill.

There were no bug-menhere, but with swords they were just as dangerous, shouting and trilling as they came, howling for blood. Some had scaled the rise further along and now came charging along the crest. Samuel considering putting his ring on again, but he quivered with hesitation. The thing was intensely painful to use and he needed time before subjecting himself to its punishment once again.

The first Paatin drew near and was coming straight for him, but the ring stayed inches from Samuel’s finger, held tightly in his other hand. He wanted to put it on, but somehow he could not do it,for even the memory of the pain was enough to make him recoil. As the curved sword came down upon him, he finally thought to run, too late-but the blow did not arrive. Horse had flown past him and had shoved a pointed finger into the desert-man’s throat, felling him instantly.

‘What’s wrong,Magician?’ Horse asked him in his cumbersome Old Tongue. ‘If you cannot use your magic, you must find other weapons to defend yourselfwith.’

Other Paatin came howling in and Horse danced around their blades. All the while, with each turn and opportunity, he kept one eye towards his god. The Koian warrior would protect Samuel while he could but,if even one Paatin came nearer to her, Samuel knew he would be left to fend for himself. Horse moved deftly and had three tan-cloaked men dead at his feet as more came rushing in upon him. He leapt high, vaulting from the small mound of bodies and into the pack of surprised desert-men, killing the first two while they still had their mouths open wide at the sight of him. Others continued past and made for Samuel and he wasagainleft wondering whether heshould resumewearing his ring or if he should run. This time Horse was busy, for blades surrounded him like a cage of swords and the man was working hard to defend himself.

Whenthe two first Paatin reached him, Samuel was alone. He pushed the ring deep into his pocket and waited. He was not entirely sure he knew what he was doing, but he could not spell and he could not run. There was only one choice left. Stand and fight.

The two blades cameat himalmost together and Samuel bobbed down and stepped in, just as with a Harvest Stance, and found himself squatting at the men’s feet. They only had time to show their surprise for,in the next instant,he turned and leapt back, throwing his back against the men and sending them sprawling. They snarled and regained their feet, enraged at the weaponless magician, and they came at him again, hurling insults in their tongue. Samuel darted in, squeezing between them. The Paatin followed him with their blades, but they could not finish their movements lest they slice each other in two.

Samuel stepped even closer and slipped behind one of the men, grabbing him by the seat of his pants and spinning him around full circle. He then pushed the fellow away towardsanother, leavingbothdesert-man stumbling and disoriented. The two came at him once again and Samuel now realised these men were not seasoned warriors. Anyone with a sword was dangerous, but their steps were awkward and their movements were untrained. He was no longer afraid of them, for he knew he could defeat them,even unarmed as he was. He could sense their actions from the shifting of their weight and their footsteps pointed out their intent like painted arrows. It seemed a simple task to predict their steps.

Now confident, his movements became easier. Unless the Paatin could catch him, they could not harm him. All he had to do was wait for an opening and an opportunity to strike back.

He skipped away lightly as they came leaping and slashing the air with their swords. Samuel watched their steps carefully and took his chance, dancing in and throwing his fist into one of their chins. The pain that exploded in his wrist was terrible and he howled aloud as he shuffled back away from the Paatin pair. He rubbed his tender joint gingerly and scolded himself for forgetting Horse’s advice, for he had struck with a loose hand. The two Paatin followed after him and Samuel vaulted in. Their second step had barely touched the ground before he collided into them. A solid kick to both sent them toppling head over heels down the hill and he doubted from the way their bodies flopped about that they would be coming up again anytime soon.

Horse had finished off his own cluster of men and came trotting back to Samuel. ‘You hit like a nursemaid, Magician, but you did well in the end. I willlet you spar with my nephew sometime. He is seven, but he is a fair fighter. He would give you a sporting chance.’

Samuel nodded, with little time to return the banter, and Horse boundedoff to return to his god. The desert-men were still coming in swarms up both sides of the hill and Eric was now looking tired, trembling with sweat.

‘We need to do something now,’ Eric shouted. ‘I can’t keep this up much longer.’

Balten heard the call and ceased his spells. He drew something from under his cloak and held it to his lips. All at once, he began to pull more magic from the ether, gathering a cloud of power around himself.

‘What’s he doing?’ Eric asked, looking back with wild eyes.

Samuel stepped to Balten’s side, but he dared not disturb the man, for he was drawing magic around himself in terrible gulps, until he was encased in a brilliant white aura to Samuel’s giftedsight. The object in his hands was a tiny ring and Samuel’s eyes opened wide when he saw it. At first, he thought it was another such relic as the Argum Stone, but it emanated a power that marked it as something entirely different.

Balten opened his eyes and, as if awaking from a dream, he took a moment to recover his senses. He found the ring at his lips and blew upon it, simultaneously sending his entire pool of magic cascading into it. The world swooned around Samuel, as it did when his senses were overcome by great power, but just as quickly the sensation was over. Balten now had the ring balanced on the nail of his middle finger and Samuel was about to ask what the man was intending, when Balten simply flicked it away.

The ring flew-down towards the throng of bug-men and, in mid-flight, the spell took effect. It bounced once, springing high from the hard stone it had struck-higher than one would have expected and it seemed to be gathering momentum, rather than slowing down. It may have been a trick of Samuel’s eye, but the ring also seemed larger. As it bounced again, he realised it was,indeed,growinglarger atevery moment. It was now as wide as a hoop and as thick as his wrist. It sailed high and bounced for the third time and Samuel felt the rocks shudder beneath his feet.

‘Hold well!’ Balten called and shifted his legs apart for stability.

Samuel did the same, for the ring continued growing. It was now as big as a house and the rocks boomed as it struck and bounced once more. End over end it turned and it was only growing larger with each second, swelling to enormous proportions. It struck the Paatin horde and continued through them unabated. Bug-men scrambled to be out of its way, but the enormous ring came crashing down upon them all like an avalanche of ringed steel, shaking the hill with its fury.

‘What is that?’ Samuel asked, struggling to hold his legs as the ground shuddered violently. ‘One of the ancient relics?’

‘Not at all,’ Balten shouted back. ‘It is a simple trinket. It is my spell that is special.’

‘It’s missing most of them!’ Canyon declared, forthoughthe great ring was creating a path of destruction down the hill,those on either side of it went unscathed and climbed back to their feet only a moment after it had passed. Many of the leaping bug-men, caught mid-air, managed to pass through its tumbling centre entirely, remaining unharmed.

‘Have patience,’ said Balten. ‘I’m not interested in them. This is a present for their wizard.’

And Samuel could see his intent for,far below at the base of the hill,was a cluster of tan cloaks, where the Paatin were pushing inwards towards its black core, fighting to be changed into bug-men. The Paatin magic vanished as the ring fell upon them. The cluster of tan scattered and Balten released his spell.

‘Get down,’ hecommanded. Quickly, but carefully, he lowered himself to the ground and put his hands over his head.

The ring exploded and the base of the hill vanished in a cloud of fire. A shimmering wind raced up the slope and Samuel dropped to his chest as the shock wave hit him, striking like a hammer to his ears. The boom passed and echoed amongst the other low hills in the distance and,as the fiery cloud boiled up into the sky, itspewedembers and ash upon everything below it. Streaks of flaming debris flew high from the blast and began to rain down all around. Slowly, the magicians and their party climbed to their feet, cowering from the hot motes that also wafted down.

The bug-men on the near side of the hill were scattered across the rocks, lying still in yellow pools of their own sickly fluid, while the ground at the foot of the hill was veiled behind a thick cloud of dust. On the far side, the Paatin had gathered their wits and had begun to climb again. They had no way to see what had happened, but it had not stopped them from leaping to their bellies and taking cover at the sound of the explosion.

‘Now we will have to take care of this side,’ Balten said. ‘That should not be such a problem.’ Something caught his eye and he had only just turned his head to see when a great shadow crashed into him and sent him sprawling.

To his credit, Balten flung himself away from the great black thing as it thrashed to hang onto him. It rattled about on the stones before it found its legs and raised itself to face them, adjusting its smoking cloak into place. It was swathed in black cloth and shadow, for its features were hidden, but there was no doubt that this was Om-rah, the Paatin arch-wizard. He rose like a column before them, taller than two men, and laboured to breathe, his massive chest expanding and contracting in time to the rattling in his throat. He was a hulking beast of a creature and,as he raised his arm, a claw slipped out from his long black sleeve and pointed towards Balten with a dagger-like finger.

‘Balten!’ it said, in a grinding, unsettling voice. Whether he had been a man once, Samuel did not know, but the thing called Om-rah seemed far from human.

‘So you finally crawl from your lair to face me, Wizard!’ Balten cried out towards the cowled thing. ‘I have crushed your brood upon the rocks. At last we can settle our score.’

Samuel realised his words were true, for the arch-wizard stank of perverted magic andonly hecould have been the source of the bug-men.

Om-rah grunted and spoke again in the guttural tongue of the Paatin. He finished with a mocking laughter that scraped up and out of his throat. Samuel wastensed and readyto move but,before anyone could react, the creature shot forward on chitinous wings and carried Balten away with it. Samuel and Ericgasped and followed the wizard with their gaze, but the pair disappeared into the smoke-ridden sky amongst flashes of tumultuous power and bolts of magic.

‘What do we do?’ Eric cried in alarm.

‘Don’t lose your head, boy,’ Master Celios replied. ‘We have to rid ourselves of these blasted desert-men! Balten will have to take care of himself. We need to save our own skins first!’

It was true;they had no time to worry about Balten as cloaked and snarling desert-men came clambering over the rise.

‘This way!’ Celios called and they beganscramblingdown the hill, following the ruinous path that Balten’s ring had laid behind it.

The Paatin followed them in a roar and cascaded down the mountain behind them. The occasional disoriented bug-man clambered towards them, but they dispatched those with barely a pause and continued down into the cloud of smoke and dust that now enshrouded the foot of the hill.

‘Which way?’ Eric asked, but Master Celiosappeared confused.

‘We cannot outrun them,’ the Emperor stated. ‘We need to stand and face them. Can you magicians not use your powers once again?’

‘We need to rest,’ Eric said.

‘Then we should run,’ the Koian ambassador suggested.

Theyclimbeddown the final length of the hill, with Horse pulling his god-woman by the hand. Smoke and haze consumed the air, and fires still marked the ground here and there-burning shrubs and bodies alike.

‘Take her, Samuel,’ Horse said, passing over the hand of his god. ‘I will guard our escape.’

The girl’s eyes looked out from her hood with fear, but she clutched onto Samuel’s hand for dear life. He nodded to the Koian warrior, who then vanished back into the miasma around them.

They had only justresumed their flightwhen a roar sounded in front of them and something enormous loomed. Dust and smoke swirled around and sand poured from the thing’s domed back as it arose and turned to face them.

‘What is that?’ the Emperor called out, but no one had the capacity to make an answer.

‘Don’t stand their gawking,’ Master Celios called, for once being the only one to keep his senses. ‘Run!’

Heshuffledawayas quickly as he couldand the othershastenedafter him. The beast swivelled, heaving itself in place and bellowing as it followed them with its stalked eyes. Samuel caught sight of crab-like claws extending from it body and could not imagine how any creature could grow to such proportions. Itstartedafter them, but the dust and smoke returned, obscuring the beast from sight as they left it behind.

They ran on blindly, always with the sound of their pursuer just behind. They coughed and struggled in the thick air, with no idea of where they were going or what lay ahead of them. Their only intention was to run.

A figure came bounding towards them but, thankfully,it was only Horse. He ran past them and began picking off the nearest Paatin, striking with sudden deadly blows, appearing and disappearing like a phantom. Samuel pulled the girl on by the hand, both of them barely able to stay on their feet.

‘Samuel!’ Eric spluttered. ‘We can’t go on. Send the others ahead. We have to stop and slow them as much as we can.’

Samuel stopped beside his friend. ‘No, Eric. You go on. I can do it alone.’ He pushed the girl towards him. ‘I haven’t used all my power yet. Keep going. Get as clear as you can.’

Eric took a moment to assess his words. ‘I’ll see you soon.’ With that, he dragged the girl away with him.

She watched Samuel as she was pulled away into the fog,hereyes open wide with alarm. Adozen stepslater andthe pair of them was swallowed into the thick blanket of dust and smoke.

Samuel stood alone,enveloped by the haze. He could hear the impending tide of Paatin soldiers approaching. A first set of feet sounded near and he readied to fight, but it was Horse who came galloping through the haze, bounding like a deer. He looked at Samuel for a moment, but sped on past, following his god.

Samuel again drew the Argum Stone from his pocket and prepared himself. He stood his ground, waiting for the impending multitudes to be upon him. Swallowing hard, he wiped the dust from his eyes, and plunged his finger into the ring. The sudden presence of thundering magic nearly overwhelmed him, but again he managed to swallow it down before it made him altogether giddy. The men were nearly upon him and he was sure he could killmostof them before they overpowered him, but he wanted to draw them all in; somehow guarantee thatEric andthe others would be free to escape. Withthat thought, he realised he was accepting his own death. It was not how he imagined himself meeting his end, but he supposed it could have been worse.

Opening his mind, he gathered the power of the ring and began his work, forging layers of shielding and protection upon himself, cocooning himself in unbreakable bands of magic, crafting the spells as he remembered themwhen theytoresuch impenetrable equivalents from the Emperor three or more years before. The spells fell into place and locked tightly around him.Content with their making, he actually looked forward to creating as much mayhem as he could.

When the first of the Paatin came running out of the haze, Samuel was ready for them and he yelled with fury as they fell upon him. He had first meant to evade as many blows as possible to save his power, but it was impossible, for it was like jumping into a river and trying to avoid the water. Twenty blades came chopping in upon him, then thirty, but they all bounced off his protective spells without effect. The Paatin took no notice and seemed whipped into a frenzy, for they continued chopping at him furiously. At first, he worried they might eventually get through to him, for their very weight had knocked him to the earth, but his spells were empowered by the limitless strength of the Argum Stone and it would take much more than the tapping of steel to worry him.

When the desert-men realised they could dohimno harm, some of themmoved past him, set to pursue the others, and Samuel knew it was time to act. It took only a thought and a pulse of magic blewincineratedthe Paatin around him. Others came running in and Samuel regained his feet and sent up mage-lights and bursts of mage-fire to attract their attention all the more. A hundred came and Samuel dropped them dead with his spells, and a hundred more followed. He felled them by the score with arcs of hissing magic that cut and burned and boiled the men as they ran. It was only when he felt the contents of his stomach rising did he realise he was pushing himself too quickly. He paused from sending out such spells and set about defeating the Paatin by hand.

He leapt forward and struck the incoming men with his balled fists. He remembered more of Horse’s advice and focussed his magic into the tips of his knuckles at the very moment of impact. Paatin screamed and died as he struck them one after another, breaking their bones in two with his blows and sending flesh exploding from their bodies with each strike. The men howled with anger and continued to fall in upon him, chopping and stabbing in vain hope that his magic might fail.

The endless torrent of Paatin angered him,and the endless violence and blood and gore infuriated him. He realised he was screaming and shaking, for the pain was incredible, but it also kept him squarely focussed on his task. He bellowed as he struck them again and again, killing onemanafter the other. Finally, as he dispatched one final foe, he realised he was alone. A carpet of corpses surrounded himand their compatriotshad retreated,fading off into the gloom to be away from him.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ Samuel roared at them, between heaving breaths. ‘Come and face me! Come and die!’ But no one returned to meet his challenge. ‘Come back!’ Samuel screamed at them, feeling blood in his mouth. ‘Come back and die!’

The men were away in the cloud of dust, but Samuel could still see the energy of their life,could still sense them flowing around him, just out of view. He was too exhausted to move and the thought of the Paatin escaping him and reaching the others made him lose all grip of his sanity. ‘No! You can’t get away!’ he babbled, and he began laughing hysterically.

He dropped his shields and gathered the magic back to be used again. He balled his gore-ridden hands together and started pumpingoldand fresh magic between them furiously. He made a tiny point within his hands and pressed his energy into it with glee. He remembered the spell that Goodfellow had released, and he would beat that effort ten, no-a hundred-fold. He would consume the desert with his power and none of the Paatin would survive.

He could smell his flesh burning and his fingers blistering, but he would not be slowed. He fed power into the spell as fast as he could unfurl it from the ring, and it seemed to come to him in endless volumes. He had never used such power and he had neither care nor forethought for the effect on his body, for he had become a conduit of power and the magic fell through him as fast as he could call it, tearing at his flesh as it passed.

The monstrous spell sizzled in his hands and it seemed as if the world was bending in towards him, marking him at the centre of a deepening pit down which the ether itself was warping and draining. A wind sprang up and twisted the smoke and haze into a series of twirling vortices that stretched up into the heavens. Dry lightning shimmered in the dust, flickering and crackling as if with a life of its own.

‘No, Samuel!’ came a voice from behind him. It was Balten and the man was then at his side, somehow contorted and wavering, distorted by the pressing field of magic. He was bloodied, and his clothes were nearly torn from him. ‘This is too much. You will not escape the destruction. Neither will the others. This spell cannot be unleashed.’

Samuel then noticed the thing that he had created, flickering brightly between his hands, and he seemed torecover somesense at Balten’s words. ‘It has already been summoned. I cannot return it.’

‘You can, Samuel. The magic can be returned to the ether. Slowly, carefully; calm yourself.’

Balten clamped his hands onto Samuel’s shoulders and immediately some of the fatigue and pain he felt was replaced with a reassuring warmth. His vision cleared and he suddenly realised the madness of what he had been doing. He thought to dispel the magic, but there was far too much. The ring struggled against his wish to quell it, fighting to push more magic into him, but he now trembled, struggling to stop the spell from releasing altogether. ‘I cannot do it!’

‘Then give it to me,’ Balten told him. ‘I will return the spell.’

‘How can you?’

‘I can do it, Samuel. Have faith in my abilities. If I can defeat the Paatin arch-wizard I can disarm this little treat you have prepared for me.’

‘You killed him?’

‘Unfortunately, no. He fled again. I’m sure he can feel what you are doing and he will be doing his best to be away from here as fast as he can. Now, give it to me.’

Balten clamped a spell of his own around Samuel’s, and it bore incredible strength. Samuel felt the magician’s energies surround him, and allowed his spell to pass over, until Balten was now in possession of the terrible coagulum of power. Despite his earlier assurances, Balten seemed to struggle with the thing as soon as he received it.

‘I must admit, this is much more than I was expecting, Samuel. You are quite the magician, as I have always said. I only wish I was discovering it on better terms.’

‘Can you return it?’ he asked, but Balten shook his head. ‘So what will you do?’

‘Reach into my pocket,’ Balten said and Samuel reached in as indicated and drew out a shiny silver cylinder. There was only a slight feel of magic to it, but its very construction marked it as being remarkable.

‘What is it?’

‘Thisis a relic of the Ancients, Samuel,’ the trembling magician explained. ‘It was to deal with you, if you ever got out of control, but thankfully I have never needed to use it. This seems to be a perfect time to trial it.’

‘What can it do?’ Samuel said, turning the thing over in his hands.

‘It can swallow magic, large amounts of it-although I don’t believe it has ever been tested to quite this extent.’

‘It destroys power?’

‘No. It stores it. The magic can be retrieved later, although I should not think anyone would wish to openitonce your spell is safely inside.’

‘Like a trigger spell?’

‘Something like that, yes.’

‘What do I do?’ Samuel asked.

Balten was now shaking wildly, his hands quivering on either side of the brilliant hissing spell as he struggled to contain it. ‘Drop it gently into the spell. It will do the rest.’

Samuel did as he was told, holding the cylinder above Balten’s hands. It felt like it was made of solid gold, for he struggled to lift it with both hands, despite its small dimensions; although, it could have been his overtired muscles that were to blame.

He looked to the other magician for reassurance and then let go. The thing fell between them and thumped onto the sandy ground, gulping up Samuel’s tremendous spell as it passed, leaving the air between Balten’s hands empty and quiet. The wind and vortices and shimmering lightning around them fell away almost at once and the world seemed deathly silent. Only the dust remained to cloud the air, and it, too, had begun to slowly settle.

Balten sighed and bent, and pickeduphis relic from the sand. It had no more feeling of power to it than before.

‘By the gods!’ Samuel declared.

‘Almost,’ Balten replied, wiping his brow and tucking the cylinder back into his shirt. ‘Now I just have to be careful not to release this thing unexpectedly. The most I have ever put into it was the odd mage-light and Lifting spell. This falls firmly into the category of the unknown.’

‘How does such a relic possibly work?’ Samuel asked.

‘I have no idea. It being a relic of the Ancients, I know almost nothing about it. Let’s hope it can hold your spell indefinitely. It could be a nasty surprise if anyone stumbled upon it. I will have to dispose of it safely when the chance arises. Now, let’s goandfind the others. We will need to keep moving.’

Samuel followed as Balten marched off into the haze and he slipped the ring from his finger as he went and dropped it into his pocket. He noticed the blisters on his hands had healed and the fatigue he should have felt after struggling with so much power was absent. He could only come to the conclusion that Balten had saved him just in time, supplanting him with energy and healing his body before the damage had become irreversible. The man was quite incredible and Samuel wondered how many other surprises Balten had hidden up his sleeves.

They carried on for several more days without incident orany furthersign of the Paatin. Travelling on foot was cruel and slowgoing, but they had little choice, given that their horses had been lost in the battle. Walking became even more difficult when the hard stones of the desert gave way to expanses of soft,white sand. Trudging up and down the great slipping hillsof sandwas exhausting, and they clambered over them for several more days, until some hard earth appeared under their feet once more. Finally, they saw some rock formations in the distance and Balten steered them towards the features, across the shimmering heat haze of the arid waste.

It was only when they nearedthe formationsthat they could see these were enormous pillars of pale stone, jutting from the ground. There was first one here and there, then more, then many-pressing in together-until the party was walking amongst a forest of towering,stone columns. It almost seemed as if a path led between them and some of the stones had markings or engravings on their sides, although they had been weathered away so as to be indiscernible.

They met an even greater surprise when the dense pillars abruptly ceased and the party found themselves in a vast,walled canyon, hidden away from the outside world.

‘What is this place?’ Eric asked, looking around with awe.

Balten replied without emotion, eyeing the high,natural walls around them, all formed of pale,weathered stone. ‘This is not our destination, but I wanted to stop here and show you something. I think you will find it very enlightening.’

They sauntered across the open bowlof the canyon, keeping close to the northern-most edge. Mounds of squared stone blocks were littered about here and there, but most of them had been weathered to the point of crumbling. It seemed that although the valley was natural, it had also been highly quarried, with sporadic cuttings marking the walls all over.

They continued on, following the walls of stone and they soon passed another mound of broken stones. Although this one was only about waist high, it was more than fifty paces wide at the base, as if a platform had been constructed in the middle of nowhere. And,in the distance,was another such construction.

It took them ten minutes to reach the next site but,when they did, they found it had been a building at one time, several storeys high in places, but now weathered away to almost nothing. Following that, they found another such ruin-little more than a mass of fallen pillars and dirt that had been blown in by the wind. These constructions seemed evenlyspaced and each one seemed slightly grander-or perhaps merely more intact-than the last. Some were vast, still standing five or six storeys high, but all were broken in some way; worn down by the Ages.

‘What are these buildings?’ Samuel asked their guide.

‘This is the Valley of the Ancients,’ Balten replied, but he would say no more and led them on in eerie silence.

It took them nearly an hour before they reached a point where the buildings looked less decrepit. They rose up like a series of towers that looked out over the canyon walls and into the desert. Samuel imagined that from the desert these constructions would appear to be only small piles of rock.

A number of black-skinned desert-men were ahead and seemed to be working on one of the structures. It was taller even than the rest and built up in layers, each layer smaller than the other and tapered together so that the top ended in a narrow point. Its design certainly seemed sturdier than the others, forming a square pyramid, with eachleveltaller than a man.

The top of the building bore a great carving of an eye, open and staring, looking to the centre of the valley and surrounding the building witha sphere of shimmering magic. Inside was something or someone immensely powerful,powerful enough to encase the entire structure in magic.

‘They are putting the finishing touches to this temple,’ Balten explained. ‘It has beenunderconstruction for over a hundred years. At times,there were tens of thousands of workerslabouringon it, and towns built all around to house and support them. Now, only these last few artisans are left, finishing their carvings, making the final adjustments.’

‘But why would anyone build such a thing out here?’ Eric asked, but again Balten was silent.

Some dark-skinned boys ran to the tall magician’s side, wearing sandals and short skirts,and they jabbered to Balten excitedly, and he replied to them in their own tongue. Thepartystopped under a canvas at the base of the temple and they all drank from gourds of water that were brought by the Paatin women.

‘Follow me,’ Balten said, after they had each drunk their fill, and he started up the stairs that had been cut directly into the side of the great stone slabs.

The othersfiledafter him, following him into a shadowed opening and into the side of the temple.

Their footsteps echoed in the stone halls. Every inch of wall space was carved with figures: gods and demons battling,people cowering from wild beasts,crops and rivers and symbols of harvest. Passages were written in Old Tongue, with letters hewn large and deep into the stone, but Samuel couldnotread more than a handful of words before Balten’s voice sounded back, hurrying him along.

‘Why do you think they call this the Valley of the Ancients?’ Eric whispered to Samuel.

‘I’m not sure,’ Samuel replied, somewhat louder, for he was trying to resist the strange temptation to whisper. ‘I think we are about to find out.’

They climbed a further set of square stairs that led up into the heart of the temple, passing the odd craftsmansittinghere and there in the dim light, chiselling or hammering at their work. Statues lined the chambers they passed, but the figures they represented were unknownto them. They passed several enormous rooms, several of which were filled with shelves of books and papers. They caught a glimpse of figures standing in the aisles: not the local desert-men, but fair-skinned westerners. Some of them were common folk, but others had the unmistakable aura of magicians.

Balten waited ahead at an open doorway and motioned for them to go in. ‘Please go in and everything will be explained.’

Samuel did as he was told and passed the man by. ‘Who is in there?’ he asked, for the magic that surrounded the pyramid seemed to emanate from within that room, flowing out the door in regular, rhythmical pulses that were immense and stifling.

‘Go in,’ said Balten, ‘and meet my teacher. Don’t worry. He will speak with you and then you will be free to leave.’

Samuel stepped wide-eyed into the room, for not only was it dense with magic, butalsowith precious artefacts: vases, jewels, paintings and sculptures of gold, piled and stacked against the walls and to the ceiling. A small space had been left bare at the centre of the room.Itconsistedof only acircleof padded chairs, crammed amongst the teetering treasures and each facing inwards.

The others had already sat themselves before their host, who had been waiting quietly in his seat. Samuel had to subdue his magician’ssight, for the aura around the man was blinding, as if the blazing sun had fallen across his shoulders andwasfused around his body. Whoever he was, their host had access to unspeakable power and Samuel was eager to see what such a man had to say.

He made his way to the last vacant chair and sat beside Sir Ferse. It was only at this point that he realised Master Celios was now missing, but looking to the rest of the group,he realisedthey had either not noticed or were unworried by the fact.

Their host waited patiently, smiling as they settled themselves. He wore robes of brown, tied with a simple white cord at his waist.Hisbarefeetwereflat on the floor and his hands restedlightly upon his thighs. He was a bald and bony man, brown of skin,although it looked like he had gained his colour from wandering under the sun, rather than from birth. His age was undefinable, for he was smooth and without wrinkles, but his nose was bulbous and his earlobes drooped almost to his shoulders. His bones were knobbly beneath his flesh, yet the knots of his musclesstood outlike clumps of iron.

Samuel knew he should feel worried, but there seemed to be an air of calm in the room that had everyone enthralled. Samuel, too, felt compelled to sit quietly and await the address from their host, although he could not explain the feeling. Only Horse looked unsettled; he had a bead of sweat on his brow and was holding onto his armrests tightly.

After a moment, the old man sitting before them spoke and his voice was composed and welcoming. He oozed compassion, but it was also an uncomfortable feeling, as if it was being impressed upon them without their consent.

‘Welcome to the Valley of the Ancients,’ said the host. ‘This is my home and you now find yourselves in the heart of my Temple of Shadows. I know your journey has been long and you all have much yet to do, but I am glad to see you finally here. I had instructed my student, Balten, to assist in this as required and,once again,he has not disappointed me. You may notice that Master Celios is not present. I have arranged for him to be taken to his room to rest. I will be requiring his unique skills almost immediately, so he will not be continuing with you on your quest.

‘I see before me two young magicians of great fame: Master Pot and Lord Samuel-the Saviour of Cintar, no less.’ Then he looked at the Koians sitting on his left. ‘And here we have some guests from the distant Koian Empire,a very mixed and intriguing group. I am pleased to finally meet one of the fabled Koian warriors. In all the Ages, few cultures have reached such a high order of physical and mental discipline. I am honoured.’ And he gave a small, yet humble,bow of his head, closing his eyes solemnly as he did so. ‘The denizens of Amandia call this language the Old Tongue, for lack of a better name, and it is only practised by magicians and those who wish to cultivate its power, but you have kept this language alive and in everyday use. You should be applauded, for your culture excels in preserving its traditions, while other people have perished altogether or given up their old ways many times over. The Old Tongue, as many of you are aware, is a language of great importance. It is the language of our history and of our forefathers and it has been inscribedupon the walls of this temple to preserve the fruits of our knowledge for future generations.’

Then he turned to the Koian god-woman and gave her a smile that looked truly disturbing. It seemed he was making an attempt to be welcoming, but it did not suit him. His teeth seemed sharpened and feral,and his cordial air was rapidly evaporating. ‘It’s not often that I can welcome a god into my temple, so I am very honoured to be in your presence,ONamelessOne. You will not be staying long, but I hope my hospitality is befitting of one such as you, who has lived a host of remarkable lives.’

‘How do you know of us?’ It was the Emperor who spoke, and he addressed their mysterious host with suspicion.

‘I know many things,’ the gnarled,old man replied. ‘I have many reliable people under my command,a network of the most trusted and powerful men and women that spansevery continent of this world. I have been on this earth for longer than all your natural years combined and, by any measure, I am perhaps the most powerful man in the world. I build empires,then devour them; I raise kings,then destroy them. I control everything of importance that has, and will be-to a point. There is not much upon this world left to interest me, but I must say that such a collection of individuals comes close,’ and he moved his eyes across them all. ‘I doubt that such a feat has been accomplished since the New Ages began. I have been watching and following the progress of each of you for most of your lives. I am Cang, and I am the leader of the Circle of Eyes. Welcome to my humble home.’

Everyone was quiet and Samuel and Eric looked at each other, unsure of their predicament. Nobody seemed willing to break the silence and Cang continued looking at them with his strangely bared teeth, like a cat about to devour a mouse.

‘So what does this have to do with the current state of affairs?’ the Emperor asked, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the room. ‘Why are we wasting our time here when we could be on our way?’

Cang clasped his hands before him,and he had great,gnarled clumps of hands. He looked like he could tear knots out of tree trunks. ‘This has everything to do with the current state of affairs, especially with your Empress. Patience, Edmond.’ The Emperor however was not worried and did not flinch in the slightest at the sound of his name. ‘I organised for the Empress and her boy to be taken. I even arranged for the Paatin to invade your lands although,admittedly, it would have happened soon enough anyway. I have engineered almost all of the events of all your lives for one ultimate goal. I did all this because I had to, for we have reached a point in time that can no longer be avoided.’

‘What you say is ridiculous,’ the Emperor responded. ‘Such machinations are beyond any one man. How do you expect us to take you seriously?’

It was then that Samuel went to shift his legs and found that he was locked stiff in his seat. The room was so saturated with magic and he had subdued his senses almost to nothing. As such, he had not noticed any Holding spell take effect. They were all stuck fast, until such time as their host decided otherwise. He could not even wriggle his hand into his pocket.

‘Always so self-assured. Then please allow me to illustrate. It was a trivial matter to bring you, in particular, here. You would never have come willingly, being the stubborn goat that youare.So Master Celios, long your faithful friend, planted the notion of an assassination amongst the Order-in the form of a prophecy. This false hope-of a dead emperor and a pliableEmpire-started the self-assured fools out to achieve what they otherwise would never have dared. Finally, through luck and perhaps determination, they succeeded and the Emperor was indeed slain. You certainly proved yourself useful, good Sir Ferse, in those days following the assassination. Master Celios strung you along with his advice and his visions and you never seemed to realise that, most of the time, his wordsveiledmine. From there, I only had to lay some bait to bring you to my door.Stealing away the heir of the Empire was a simple matter. I had the feeling you would come running after him-and I was right.’

The Emperor sat stiffly, as if too angry to even move. It seemed incredible that Cang knew everything about the man. It seemed strange, too, that he curled his words to preserve the Emperor’s true identify, but Samuel was far too enraged to dwell on that. ‘How could you do such a thing?’ he spat out.

With that, Cang’s beady attention shifted over towards him. ‘You, Samuel, were not so simple to procure, but some patience and perseverance haveseen the job done well. From the time my witch hunters found you and had you sent to Cintar, you have been under my control. Did you think you had anything akin to free will? Quite the contrary. Bringing you here was as trivial as asking that it be so, and my servants set to work until the task was complete. I have special plans for you, Samuel. Do not despair. I will need your power in the coming days.’

‘What are you saying?’ Samuel said angrily, ‘-that you have somehow fooled or manipulated us into coming here? That’s nonsense!’

‘It is rare to find a magician with such unique abilities as you, Samuel. One of my closest assistants found you when you were just a child and my witch hunters did the rest. Each step of your path has been carefully crafted-from your uncle to Mr Joshua and Master Kelvin and even your kindly Master Glim. Everyone has served me in one way or another, whether they knew it or not. I know all about Master Ash, of course. He was the catalyst I needed to develop your power beyond anything those Order fools could manage-but even the Order played its role well. Their task was not to make you powerful-they could never manage that-but to make you pliable, and they did achieve that with remarkable success. The result was much better than if I had attempted to force you under my wing. Here you are, exactly as planned.

‘Directing your fate was no more difficult than influencing those around you, and there youwere, dancing at the end of your strings.’ Cang seemed to be revelling in the telling of his tale and he gestured with his handstomimic a dancing puppet, bobbing with his shoulders left and right. It was truly disturbing to witness the jolly look on his face as heenactedhis pantomime. ‘Ash killed your family, didn’t he? He was quite a nasty piece of work. He drove quite a splinter under your nails and I must say I applauded his efforts at the time. How youspurredyourself on just to catch him! It was wonderful how you killed him in the end, and he deserved it, every bit. I thought that was a splendid effort on your part. He was never one for following instructions and he had gotten quite out of hand by that stage. I was glad to be rid of the upstart and you saved me the effort of sending in my agents. You have become exactly the kind of magician that I require: wonderfully powerful and superbly naive-a perfect tool.’

Samuel writhed in his chair furiously. ‘Let me free so I can tear your head off!’

‘Come now. I am only being honest with you, Samuel. No secrets from this point on. This is the promised moment when you willeither join me or die, so please take the moment to consider the decision. You can’t say I have not given you due warning and I’m sure you didn’t think I was only joking. I have a very limited sense of humour, as you may have perceived.’

Cang then shifted his attention towards Eric. ‘Now, Master Pot, I am very glad to see you here andto observewhat potential you also have. It disappoints me that your friend Master Goodfellow did not make it. He could have been useful in the coming days, but it’s true he was little more than a crutch that was holding you back. He was the voice of reason to temper the fire in your bellies, but perhaps he outlived even that usefulness. I would not have thought the two of you would have sacrificed him so easily, but seeingthatyou did, I can only surmise you had realised the same. Even I thought it was a little callous of you to lose your friend for the sake of destroying Ghant, but I can’t say I blame you. Yes, yes. All of you shall have something to offer me.’

Eric was also red-faced with anger, enraged by the comments of their host. ‘Why would you do such a thing? Why are you saying this to us?’

Cang’s gaze shifted back to Eric without any change in his visage. ‘What’s this? Still a little fight left in you, Master Pot? That won’t last much longer, I’m sure. Why did I do all this? To save the world, of course. You have all been made aware of the impending end of this Age, yet all of you chose to ignore my call. The time has come for us to shore up our defences and ready for the return of the demons of legend. Yet, they are not legend,they are real and they will be here very soon to devour the world and everything you find precious. I could not make you believe me, and so I have brought each of you here to see for yourselves what will happen if we do not take action.’

‘Here? To this god-forsaken corner of the world?’ the Emperor said with disdain. ‘Why bring us all the way here to tell us this?’

‘To let you see for yourself. To let you believe. I can conspire and contort your fates all I like, but I can never force you to believe what I have to say. You must make that choice for yourselves. And the things that will decide your minds are here, in this temple and in this valley. You have already seen some of them.

‘The desert itself is the result of the demon’s birth, so many years ago,as all deserts are the results of man’s foolishness, in one way or another. Once rich with forest and pasture, this land has been made inhospitable since that first day when hell was literally unleashed. This valley was the birthplace of the Demon King, Lin, himself, and the violence of his making formed this sunken canyon. With your help, we plan to lure him back here. Those first few moments when he returns to our worldareour only chance to strike. Only then is he vulnerable. Only then can we destroy him. Only then can we be free of this infernal cycle of decimation.’

‘You think that between us we can destroy a god?’ Samuel asked.

‘No. I am not so imbecilic, but I have a plan to destroy him. He must be lured here and we must have our weapons ready. Your roles are to assist with this.’

‘Why should we help you? Why should we even believe you?’ Eric asked.

Cang cocked his neck from left to right, andhisbones played a crescendo of cracks each time. He took his time and seemed more comfortable when it was done. When he was ready, he continued with his explanation. ‘Did you see those temples as you entered the valley, each crumbling and fallen into dust? In each Age since the demon was born,a temple has been built, of varying shapes and design-all built to weather the years, but similar in contents. In each temple is the recorded history and wisdom of mankind. When theDemonKingreturns, almost the entire population of this world will perish, but the temple remains-its knowledge carved into stone, waiting to be found. In this way, the wisdom of the Circle of Eyes is passed along and the Circle can remain unbroken. This is our only hope, that one day the Demon King can be destroyed. Each Age, a new temple is built with the contents of the last painstakingly copied across, and the results of the current Age appended. This temple is now complete and contains all the knowledge of the past Ages and this. The time has come and our hope is preserved. If we fail, we will all die and be consumed, but this temple and the unbroken and ever watchful Circle will be our continuing legacy of hope.’

‘Do you mean to say that those ruins out there were once like this?’ the Emperor asked.

‘Oh, yes. Each temple was once new and complete. Around the circumference of this valley, there is room for twelve such buildings, and this temple you are sitting in is built on the ruins of one before it.’

‘Thirteen thousand years?’ the Emperor said with disbelief, calculating the sum of each building.

‘I presume it is actually much longer, for some Ages are much longer than others. We really have no idea how long this dreaded cycle has been repeatingitself. It is possible that the temples have been built upon each other many times over. We have no way to know with any certainty for,although the knowledge we passonis immense, some is always lost. We only know that some three thousand years ago, the then members of the Circle came up with a plan-or perhaps they,in turn,had found it from somewhere else, we will never know-to kill the Demon King. For that plan to work, we had to find two unique relics that had been created in the time of the Ancients,two sources of power that, when coupled together, act to call the Demon King into being. My servant, Ash, was responsible for finding the first such item.’

Samuel’s thoughts immediately turned to the ring in his pocket. ‘Is that why Ash was sent to Tindal?’ Samuel asked.

‘Partly, yes,’ the bony magician replied knowingly, ‘but he almost destroyed the relic in the process. Luckily, despite Ash’s treachery, we now possess the first precious thing we need.’ And he gestured towards Samuel.

Samuel was horrified that his secret had been given away, but there was little he could do about it now.

‘What is he talking about, Samuel?’ Eric asked.

Desperately, Samuel struggled against his magical bindings, until he finally managed to get his hand into his pocket. On contact with the cold metal of the ring, the spell around his arm seemed to slip free. He gently drew the Argum Stone out of his pocket and held it up for all to see, to which Cang only smiled smugly.

‘So you have found one of the objects then. What of the other?’ the Emperor asked.

‘I know where the second relic now sits, but I am not capable of taming such a force. Despite my knowledge, I am not capable of putting the two together. The secret of such things is beyond me and is something we have yet to discover. This is not just a matter of brute force. If it were, I could have dealt with the matter myself long ago, or summoned the Lions to see to the task.’

‘You’re suggesting the Lions were also involved in your schemes?’ the Emperor asked, incredulously. ‘Ridiculous!’

‘Not directly, my good friend, but they served me just as well as they served you, in one way or another. Very few are actually ever in the knowledge that they are serving the Circle. As you have seen, I have the ways and means to set people to my needs, despite their own intents.

‘Now, the final part of my plan is not far from realisation. Once you arrive at the heart of the desert, you will surely find the second relic in the hands of the Desert Queen herself. I charge you to go there and face her. Then, you must return the two devices back to me in readiness for my plan. Accomplish this, and the people of the world will live. Fail, and everyone will die. This is the only possible way.

‘We magicians do not father young, but we have a very different burden to bear-the very well-being of humanity. The lost souls of the Ages before this have been calling for this moment and now we, for the first time, have the chance to accomplish the impossible. I know you have all been brought here under false pretences, and no doubt you all have grudges to bear, against me and my servants, but there are no choices from this point on. We must act, or perish.’

‘But what about my ring?’ Samuel asked with concern. ‘Are you allowing me to keep it?’

‘Of course. You will need to keep it. I cannot send you out defenceless and you seem to have become rather dependent on the thing.’

The Emperor had been listening intently, but now spoke up. ‘But you said we are supposed to keep these infernal relics apart at all costs. If we go there with the very thing we are supposed to keep separated, won’t we be risking the return of the demons ourselves?’

‘The relics must be put together in a special way. They cannot be forced or coerced so easily. I doubt even the Paatin Queen couldcompel them together, and she is an expert in such convoluted and difficult tasks of trickery. No, it is a subtle secret that requires time and great care. You must go before her and face the trials of her city. Then, before you can return to me, you must wrest her prize from her grip and return with the two devices safe and sound.’

‘We should just destroy the thing now,’ Eric stated. ‘Why take such a risk? If we destroy one relic then the other is useless. How could they possibly be put together then?’

‘The Demon King is much more cunning than that, Master Pot. His aeons of planning are much more capable than your one poorly devised suggestion for,if one is destroyed, the other becomes undone at the same moment-but they will be spontaneously remade again somewhere upon the earth. Perhaps that would gain us some time, but we are here, now, and we are ready. Seeking and destroying the relics has not succeeded in any Age before and it will not save us now. Wewantto bring the relics together. Wewantto open the demon gate, in this, the time and place of our choosing. Then, and only then can we kill the abomination that is Lin.’

‘Then what is my role in this?’ the Emperor asked. ‘And theirs?’ he added, pointing to the Koians.

‘We all have roles to play, my dear friend. I cannot say more, for the very nature of your being will foretell what role that is and,in the telling, I could spoil that precious but fragile potential.’

The Emperor rubbed at his chin. ‘And what will you do while we are busy enacting your master plan?’

‘I mustpreparethe other components. The moment you return here, we will act. Timing is vital and I must have the spells ready for exactly the right moment-vast spells that have taken years of preparation and require many months more.’

‘When is that right moment?’ Eric asked.

‘When you return.’

‘Howwillyou know when we will return?’ he persisted.

‘Because you will arrive,’ Cang answered without humour.

Eric scowled, for the man spoke in the same riddles as Master Celios, but Samuel took the opportunity to speak. ‘So, Master Celios was complicit in your plan all along. Obviously, Balten also knew what was going on. Does the deceit end there? Who else amongst us has been aiding you? If we must help from our own free will, I don’t want any more secrets.’ In that, he looked directly at Canyon, and he was not disappointed in Cang’s reply.

‘Are you looking for someone on which to focus your frustrations, Samuel? Very well, then that serves a purpose, too. Ambassador Canyon is worthy of your attention in that regard,’ said the devious Cang, twirling his intertwined thumbs around each other. ‘Or why else do you suppose he is being so silent? Even now, the events that led up to today are running feverishly through his mind as he desperately thinks of ways to explain his involvement. He had all the little pieces of his plan worked out, but never did he think he would be put on the spot quite like this. Am I right, Ambassador? See how his pulse races and his skinreddens, despite his efforts to keep himself calm. It seems he is not the master of deception that he imagines. Almost, but not quite. He thought he was first in line for infinite riches and power or something of the kind, I presume, for why else would he be complicit in the destruction of his entire nation,of betraying his own god,of bringing her halfway across the world in effort to satisfy his own greed? Perhaps he even thought to gain favours from the Devil King as reward for helping with his return?’ At this, Canyon, shook his head desperately with denial. ‘Even I am not guilty of so much cruelty. I must admit Ambassador, that you are the only one here who has actually met the end of his usefulness. If the others chose to beat you to a bloody pulp with their bare hands, I would not interrupt them.’ Canyon looked broken and began to sob into his hands. The sight was pitiful, and Samuel had never seen the man so disturbed. ‘If you want to lie down and die,I am sure no one will object. Perhaps, your god will assist you to end your life?’

‘But the Circle promised me everything!’ Canyon blurted out. ‘The Circle promised me power!’

‘Of course I did, you fool, and you believed me. And power would have been yours, but I said nothing about murder and treachery and all the terrible things you have done. I said nothing about genocide,about the rampant destruction of your own people and culture. That was all your own vile nature at work. In truth, I regret that you were even recruited, for you have caused more suffering than I can stomach. I am saddened that my envoys in Koia chose so poorly, but at least the final result has been as required. You are here now, and you have done all that you were asked.’

‘That’s enough!’ the Emperor roared. ‘It’s one thing to deceive us and use us like this, but why torture us all the while? You act as if to befriend us, then you set us against each other. You kidnap and kill our loved ones as if their lives meant nothing. We wouldhave helped you if you had been truthful to us. All you needed to do was ask. You are an animal!’

But Cang only smiled dispassionately and shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘No, that is not the way that people behave-not at all. You would never have believed me, and you know it. None of you would. Indeed, with many of you Ihadtried already and Ihaveasked, but you each ignored my beckoning.’

‘Damn you, Cang,’ Samuel cursed. ‘We will get your damned relic. Just let us out of here so we can see to our work!’ Samuel hoped the others would agree with him, if only so they could leave the room.,He wasfilledwith disgust, but the one who spoke next surprised everyone in the room.

‘Magician Cang,’ said the Koian woman for,so far, she had been silent and still in her usual way.But now she pinned the knotty magician with an icy gaze that shone out from beneath her hood. ‘It seems we have been manoeuvred into a place of yourchoice, at a cost beyond description, but I have heard and considered all that you have said. I do not know your full intent, but we will do as you say.

‘Since coming to this land, you have all insisted that I am not a god and perhaps that is even so, but let me just say that Ambassador Canyon is mine to do with as I wish. He will come with us and not die until the time of my choosing. His punishment for his actions willalsobe of my choosing. We will return your trinkets for whatever you intend, and we may even help you destroy this demon that you speak of, but know this-when we are finished, whether we are successful or not, you will die, too.’

Cang actually appeared entertained by her remarks and he clapped his hands with a look of glee. ‘Well done, my girl! I see there are the makings of a woman inside that heartless shell, after all. I accept your terms, but all of you know this in return. Of all the people in the world, I am the only one who can fit the pieces of this plan together. Once we are done and the world is safe, I will be happy to die, for my life will have no meaning once that goal has been achieved. Still, to give you some motivation, there will be a reward waiting for each of you upon your return. I am the only one who can give each of you what you most desire. Each of you has a secret craving,a meaning that you have been seeking your entire lives. When you come back, I will give it to each of you.’

‘There is nothing you have that I would want,’ she spat out with unbridled disgust.

‘That’s not what I have been led to understand, my fine young puppet. I have heard of something you want most beyond anything else in the world. Would you not like to have it back-that thing which you have lost-your name?’

At that, the Koian woman froze. ‘You lie,’ she said. ‘I have no name. I am a god.’

The brown-robed magician sitting before them only sneered. ‘You are not a god, you are a pathetic tool for Canyon and his likes, used to exploit your people and keep them under your ruler’s thumb. You do have a name and not even Canyon had forethought enough to discover it. But I did. You were taken from your mother while she was shouting and screaming,and she called your name for years to come, until she went mad with despair. My ears and eyes are everywhere and I know your name well. Before I die, I may even tell you, but you are charged to complete your task first.’

She looked at her ambassador. Her hard exterior now looked brittle and she was trembling upon her seat. ‘Is it true?’

‘You may have been given a name-I don’t know. You were brought to the temple when you were only a babe. We never asked. It never mattered. Our god has no need of names.’

The woman composed herself and returned her glare to Cang, but he ignored her completely. Instead, he put his back to her and looked at Eric. ‘Master Pot, I know what you desire. Return successfully and it shall be yours.’

‘I want nothing of yours,’ Eric retorted with disgust.

‘As you say, but I know what lies in your heart. Please me, and it is yours. Samuel, yours is the most obvious and easiest of desires to grant, for I know exactly the one who killed your mother.’

‘I have already slain that demon, Cang,’ Samuel stated. ‘I killed Ash long ago.’

‘Of course,Ash was in command that day, and I know you feel you have avenged yourself with his death, but it was not Ash who did all the frightful stabbing on that fateful eve. There is one last living member of Ash’s witch hunters, for all the others have now perished. You slew Bardick, his accomplice, and the others in that band have met their own fates in different ways over the years. I have your mother’s killer squirrelled away safely for you. Only I know his hiding place. Complete your task and I shall give him to you.’

‘You lie,’ Samuel said.

‘Again, believe as you wish. His name is Cadin. He has a particular way with words and a nasty habit of chewing Fiskian tobacco that has since cost him most of his teeth. He was a magician of sorts, with a talent in scrying for magic, but he abandoned that life years ago to pursue a career in petty thuggery.’

Flashes of that evening came back to Samuel,when his family had been killed,when he had witnessed the two men standing over his mother. Samuel had absorbed Bardick’s memories just before he had killed the man, and he knew Cang’s words were true. Cadin,indeed,was the man’s name and somehow his face shone in Samuel’s memory as if he were standing now in the room, standing over the body of Samuel’s mother and drenched in silver moonlight.

‘Suit yourself,’ Cang said upon Samuel’s silence. ‘I am sure he is not enjoying my attention and perhaps he will even be grateful for a quick end at your hands. Whatever you decide, I will keep him safely for your return.’

Despite his attempts to think otherwise, Samuel could not help but relish the idea.

Cang looked at them one by one, as if waiting for any of them to say more. ‘If no one has anything to add, then I shall assume the matter is settled. Balten will continue with you to Hol, the Paatin city. He will assist you however he can. Do not blame him for any ill feelings you may have for me. He is only a humble servant and knows little of my plans-for practical purposes. Master Celios will stay with me and I will use him to keep track of your progress.’

With that, the spell around them dropped away and Samuel found he could move his legs freely.

‘Horse!’ the Koian woman commanded and the warrior exploded from his seat, unleashed like an arrow. Cang made no attempt to move or cast a spell, for he had no need to. The Koian warrior’s fate was sealed as soon as he left his seat-he fell dead at Cang’s feet with his clenched fist still held out before him.

The god-woman hurried up and stood over her fallen protector. Her emotions were hidden within her hood, and she hoveredabove himmotionless.

‘Such foolishness. You see?’ Cang told them as he stoodup, ignoring the ruined corpse. ‘Everyone in this room has a purpose. His was to demonstrate how you should choose carefully from this point on, and not take any rash actions. His life would have been better served in the Desert Queen’s city, but now you will have to make do without him. It would be wise for you to remember your wits whilst within her realm, for she has great power and a short temper. Go now. Return when you are victorious.’

The door opened once again and Balten could be seen, waiting obediently on the other side.

‘Let’s go,’ Eric said and led the way out.

‘Come,’ Samuel said, stopping beside the god-woman. He placed one hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged away from his touch. She stood as if frozen above Horse, staring down at his body as if it could somehow bring him back to life. ‘Suit yourself,’ he said and went on without her.

Not even Cang noticed the tiny,wet drops that had fallen onto the dead warrior’s cheek.

There was little else they could do but continue on their way, riding on a string of horses provided by the temple workers. Although it was apparent they had all been tricked onto their current path, their goal remained the same. If they could retrieve the second relic while saving the Empress and her son, then so be it.

‘Why do you follow him?’ Samuel asked of Balten, as theytraversedacross the waste. ‘I have never met such a repulsive man.’

‘To save the world,’ wasBalten’sresponse.

‘Do you really believe he means for that? He seems more like a heartless devil himself.’

‘Sometimes it takes a devil to beat one, Samuel.’

‘Yes, I think I’ve heard something like that before.’

‘I know, in his own way, Cang still has some form of compassion for us. It’s just that he has walked so long upon the earth that he finds it difficult to remember being human. Every mote of his existence has been directed at freeing us from our fate, so I cannot blame him for being the creature he has become. He sees people in terms of lifetimes and events,and finds relating to us as individuals difficult. In the end, we shall be grateful.’

‘He seems to have forgotten that people dislike being used. If he had really known us so well, we would all be following him willingly, not tricked into submission.’

‘Yet here you are, Samuel. I see little difference.’

‘Then perhaps that is the difference between us,’ Samuel replied. He looked up momentarily and noted the comet was still present in the clear evening sky, grown in brilliance since the last time he remembered examining it. ‘Perhaps this is an omen of what is to come,’ he noted. ‘The comet follows us into the desert.’

Balten barely raised his gaze for a moment. ‘Perhaps-but there are both good omens and bad; we shall see which this turns out to be.’

‘What about him?’ Samuel asked, gesturing back towards Canyon, with his god holdingontightly behind him, her arms wrapped around his belly. ‘What need do we have of him now?’

‘Perhaps, none-I don’t know. I spoke to the woman and she didn’t want him left behind. And I know something about Canyon-if there is one thing he is terrified of, it is that girl. Since his plans have been revealed, he is living in fear. I think that is how she likes it.’

‘So be it,’ said Samuel. ‘He deserves whatever he gets.’

And they rode on in silence after that, into the dark desert night.

The rocks and flats turned back to sand soon after that, and they traded their horses for camels at a small Paatin trading post. Once again, the owner knew Balten and there was no need for payment.

The tall animals handled the uneven terrain with ease, but the ride was lurching and turbulent. Every motion from the beasts had their riders holding on for dear life. Only Balten seemed at ease upon them and he kept his eyes to the horizon. They travelled for many nights, sheltering by day in huts and hovels that marked the way. When the scorching sun went down,they headed due east, lighting their way with mage-lights when required, each throwingitsghoulish light upon the dunes around them. When the sun rose, they sought shelter once again. They measured their travels by flasks of water and the hours until they could next quench their thirsts.

‘I don’t think it’s rained here in a thousand years,’ Eric noted.

Samuel observed the skies. There was not a drop of moisture to be felt and he wondered if he could change the weather here, even with the power of his ring. He doubted it.

The desert soon became great waves and hills of sand, utterly devoid of life. They rode the crests of these dunes when they could, and dipped down into them when required, mindful of all the warnings that Balten recited for them on each occasion.

‘Do you remember what I told you in the mountains, Samuel,’ Balten remarked, ‘that we would miss the cold of the mountains once we entered the desert?’

Samuel smacked his parched lips. ‘Unfortunately, I do and,unfortunately, you were right.’ He rodeonin silence before posing a difficult question to the man riding beside him. ‘How long have you known that I have no power-that I am dependent on the ring?’

‘I am not blind, Samuel. When you first told me the Argum Stone had been destroyed in the battle with Ash, I had no reason to disbelieve you, but I am also not a fool. I can sense the ring in your pocket and I can see it on your finger when you cast your spells. It is not such a feat to work out what is happening.’

‘Then perhaps there are others who know about this?’

‘Perhaps, Samuel, but I would not worry about it if I were you.’

‘Oh?’

‘You are amongst friends here-mostly-and after,our task has been completed,the ring will be destroyed. Perhaps you will have no power when that is done, butultimately,you will have little choice in the matter. We cannot let you keep your power if it costs the lives of the world.’

Samuel knew the words were true, but still they worried him. He could not imagine living without his magic and found himself contemplating his actions if that moment truly arrived. He was not sure that he could face living as a common man. If he was calleduponto destroy his ring for the sake of humanity, he only hoped he would have thecourageto do it.

They passed the days without anyuntowardevent or sign of another soul, until one morning at dawn, as they were just preparing to find shelter, a dark wave began to approach from the east. Balten held his hand over his eyes and peered into the distance. He pulled his scarves tightly around his face and the others mirrored him, ensuring their features were hidden.

‘What shall we do?’ Eric asked.

‘Ride straight past them,’ Balten commanded. ‘Do nothing. They have no wizard.’

The host of black-robed men, all on foot,approached.They marched thirty abreast and five hundred deep. They did not waste energy marching in the regulated manner of the Empire, but sauntered casually beside each other, walking lightly on the shifting sands. True to his word, the entire host of men passed them by as if they did not exist.

Looking back at them, Canyon asked, ‘Are they magicians?’

‘No,’ Balten replied. ‘Black is the colour of the Aalatan,one of the larger tribes. The desert people’s only weakness is that their tribes have always been enemies. But their queen has united them now, and they have reluctantly banded together in vast numbers. They all fight for her.’

‘Where do all these people come from?’ the Emperor asked. ‘How can a land so empty produce so many soldiers?’

‘There are clusters of settlements here and there, but this desert is bigger than ten empires. Moreover, the Paatin are fanatical towards their queen, even more so than the Koians and their god.’

‘And what of their magicians…these wizards. Is all their magic so tainted and strange?’

‘Not at all,’ Balten returned. ‘Their wizards have always had magic akin to our own, but it is Om-rah who has tainted them of late. He has delved into magic of transformation and changed himself piece by piece until he is little more than a monster. I suspect he has found some snippets of the Ancient Lick, for his spells stink of such perversion. He hascreatedspells that change men into abominations of nature-granting them the aspects of other creatures-but the toll on them is high. They only live for minutes once the spell has done its work;then they die. Unfortunately, with the Paatin being more than willing to sacrifice themselves for their queen, he hasunlimitedsubjects willing to give themselves for his rank experiments.’

Samuel nodded in understanding and,as he rode on the back of the heaving animal, he considered ways to combat such a fiend. Slowly, they trod their way across the sands, leaving nothing but footsteps to mark their passing.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The Lair of the Desert Queen

Far ahead, they saw something glittering between the dunes. At first, they thought it was just another mirage but,as they came closer,it became evident that, almost unbelievably, there was watervisibleamongst the sands.

‘Well,look at that!’ the Emperor exclaimed and,as they neared,they could see that it was,indeed,a lake in the middle of the desert.

It was only ankle-deep, but they could scarcely see the other side, and they ran and splashed in its shallows, enjoying the coolness on their skin. Even the Koian woman trod in and pumped her feet up and down in the mud, looking intrigued at the feeling of it between her toes.

The water seemed to pool into a great basin here, running in from the northwest. All around it,the hot sands blew and the dunes clung to its banks.

‘Incredible,’ Canyon said with awe, breaking his long silence. ‘Here, the desert swallows everything. Even rivers disappear into its infinite belly.’

‘You are correct,’ Balten responded. ‘As the rocks are porous, the river drains underground here, and does not emerge until far to the south, nearer Kabush.’

They began following it upstream, letting their feet splash along its edge and,with each step,the river grew deeper and narrower, until they could actually see the water in motion, flowing down towards the vast flat where it spread out and sank into the earth. At the same time, the dunes around it grew firmer and flatter, with the odd clump of yellow reed nestled along the banks.

‘What is this?’ Samuel asked.

‘This is the River Edij,’ Balten revealed. ‘They say the Desert Queen summoned the waters from the barren stone of Mount Karthma and her city was built upon its source. In reality, I doubt the story is true, for it seems the river has been here for all time. She simply may have organised some proper farming and constructed some dams further upstream so that the flow could be managed. It allowed the population to multiply a thousandfold and settle in one place. Still, the river is prone to drought and has been dwindling in recent years. The people are worried that this is the time of Ajaspah, when the sands return to engulf the city.’

‘You seem to know a lot about the Queen’s affairs,’ the Emperor noted.

‘Cang keeps his eye on everyone and everything, especially here, so near to his home. He has often sent me to scout these parts and that is when I first encountered Om-rah, her servant. I suspect Cang may even have had a hand in spinning the rumours of Ajaspah, sowing the seeds of discontent amongst her people to fuel her war. And that blasted comet does not help. It does nothing but further the idea.’

‘Perhaps she is right. It does seem quite a coincidence,’ Canyon said, but Balten only scowled back in response, for he was anything but superstitious.

Wondrously, they soon spied green fields: crops of corn, wheat and vegetables, growing on both sides the river. Workers in wide-brimmed,woven,reed hats-Paatin men with their chests bare and women in rolled-high skirts-were tending them. Others were standinginflat-bottomed boats and scooping into the river with long-handled nets. They passed pastures of grazing animals: goats, cows, pigs,clusters of ducks, chickens and all manner of fowls. Peacocks wandered and called freely, flying up and gathering on the many small pavilions dotting the landscape,which seemed to mark rest areas to escape from the sun.

The river stretched on, with irrigation strips leading off from its sides until the greenerywasspread in every direction for as far as the eye could see and there was no sign of the desert or its blasted sands. There were even orchards and vineyards, row after row, and clumps of tall,wide-leafed trees, sporting strange,enormous fruits.

They followed the river for hours, until Balten led them to a jetty on the riverside. He chatted with the boatmen there and they were soonsailingupstream on a flat-bottomed vessel, leaving their dusty camels behind.

Ahead, a range of great stone hills came into view and,clumped at its base andbuiltall over its sides was a city, large enough to rival any of the great metropolises of the Empire, bar Cintar itself.

‘Hol,’ Balten remarked. ‘City of the Desert Queen.’

The river ran straight on into the city, seemingly devoured by the buildings that crowded out on either side of it. Space was obviously a precious commodity, for the houses were tightly packed and builtuponeach other in a way that seemedat oncehaphazardandyet appealing to the eye. The white-walled houses at the edge of the city gave way tolargerdomed buildings, each coloured blue or green, each one more majestic and more opulent than the last. Sails of coloured cloth and lines of flags hung between every possible building and they undulated slowly in the hot desert breeze. Peacocks sat perched on the rooftops even here, calling out and fanning their feathers, while flocks of tiny birds darted about in erratic clouds. Aqueducts, fountains and cascading water features criss-crossed the streets and there was no lack of greenery, with potted plants and trees sprouting from everypossiblebalcony and rooftop and vacant space. If the intent had been to create an oasis city, it had truly been successful.

The sight was breathtaking. Every mote of space seemed built upon and crafted in a way so as to be aesthetically pleasing. The waterways themselves seemed a part of the architecture, with bridges and crossings spanning them like bangles on the wrists of a many-armed dancer. Finally, crowning the head of the mount around which the city was huddled, was a vast palace, equally as splendid as the city itself, with enormous statues erected around it,chiselled into the stone of the mountain. Columns and towers rose all around the white-walled buildings, wrapped in vines and bristling with vegetation. It was a stark contrast to the naked,red stone of the mounton which they stood.

‘So this is where they come from,’ Eric noted.

‘Only a small number,’ Balten revealed. ‘Most come from the deep desert, but the city acts to unify them into one people of many colours. They come and offer themselves to be trained in war. The city is proof that their queen can perform miracles. While it remains, her position as their god is without question.’

‘Another god?’ Eric groaned.

‘Not in your sense of the word. They know she is flesh and blood, but they respect her power. They still worship a pantheon of old gods, based on the stars and beasts of nature.’

The barge reached the side of the river and they disembarked, continuing into the city on foot. They passed the workers and villagers without incident, tightly wrapped in their desert clothes. Each passer-by nodded to them and clacked at them in their guttural tongue, and Balten replied in the same. The people were varied in the colour of their skin, from lightly tanned to coal-black, and there were not only men, but women and children, all moving about according to their wants; from hurrying labourers to idling merchants and scampering children about their feet.

One of the robed men called out and started towards them. He had a cloth wrapped around his face, but his arms and legs, down to his sandals, were bare. His skin was moderate in tone compared to many of the others around him. He called back to a group of others that he had left standing, and they darted off quickly.

Balten called to the man as he neared, but the fellow would not cease his excited chattering, and he continued motioning for them to come nearer. They did so and he finally pulled his veil aside to reveal his face, and he gave a great broad smile.

‘Thank goodness. I thought they would never leave,’ he said.

Samuel knew the man well. ‘Lomar!’ he said with hushed excitement. ‘I can’t believe we have found you.’

‘Well, more accurately, you have merely arrived, and I have found you. Now come. I sent those agents of the Queen away to fetch us some water and I don’t want to be here when they return and find you are not sons of the leader of the Purple Beetle Tribe.’

He began away and they followed him away through the streets.

‘Don’t speak,’ he whispered to them,’ and keep your faces covered until we get indoors.’

He led them for what seemed like an hour, crossing the frantic squares and streets. Merchants from the far east had never been treated well in Cintar and here, surrounded by so many of the desert people and in constant fear of having their skin colour or habits give them away, the irony was tangible.

Finally, theyslippedindoors into a rather large and surprisingly cool dwelling. The walls were clean, covered with mottled orange clay, while the windows were slatted and drawn shut to keep out the heat of the day. Lomar gave them water in large,glazed mugs and they drew down their veils and pulled off their headscarves before collapsingonto a mound of firm cushions that had been piled on the floor. There was no sign of any chairs in the room at all and it seemed not to be the Paatin custom to use such things.

‘Samuel, I am astounded to see you here,’ Lomar said, smiling with gladness. ‘And Eric, too. What a wonderful moment. I have been waiting here all this time, desperately wondering how I was going to cope all by myself. Who are these others? Where is Master Goodfellow?’

‘Heis dead,’ Samuel explained, at which point Lomar immediately made one of his ritualistic gestures against evil. ‘Grand Master Tudor also. They accompanied us from Cintar, but we have had some terrible setbacks. Many of our starting party did not make it here. Do you know Balten?’ Lomar only shook his head. ‘He is a member of the Circle.’

Lomar eyed the man suspiciously. ‘I have heard rumour of them,Samuel, but I do not think this is such good company to keep.’

Balten only sipped at his cup and ignored the remark.

‘I am not so keen on his company either, but he has proved to be of assistance. We can talk of it later but,as you will learn, we are not really in the position to pick and choose our allies at this point. Master Celios also accompanied us from Cintar, but he stayed behind nearby. Whether by choice or not, he seems to be helping the Circle to keep watch on us.’ To this, Lomar nodded thoughtfully. ‘This is Sir Ferse. He came as an aide for Master Celios, but now is going to help us retrieve the Empress.’ At this, Lomar raised a quizzical eyebrow. ‘Finally, we have some representatives from the nation of Koia: Ambassador Canyon and his god.’ They each nodded their heads on introduction.’

‘I am short of words. What an intriguing assortment to find before me. I am sorry to meet you allundersuch circumstances, but,as much as it is worth, Ibid youwelcome.’

The Emperor in Sir Ferse nodded solemnly, but there was no response from Canyon and the woman, who did not understand his Turian tongue.

‘What news of the Empress? Have you found her?’ the Emperor asked.

‘I believe I know where she is,’ Lomar explained, ‘but she is unreachable. There is a network of tunnels beneath the mountain that holds all the Queen’s captives. The entrances are guarded by soldiers at all times, and Paatin wizards keep constant watch around the palace with a mesh of spells. Worst of all, the stone of the mountain itself is magic resistant. The nearest I have been is within sight of the entrance and I could already feel the magic-quelling power of the stone at work. I cannot think of any way to get in.’

‘You’ve been here all this time and that is all you have come up with? Getting into the dungeons is actually very simple,’ Balten said with a smug smile.

‘How is that?’ Lomar asked him.

‘Surrender, of course. The Queen is only keeping her hostages in hope of luring the Saviour of Cintar to their rescue. Here he is,’ he added, gesturing to the magicians. ‘She asked for him to be sent and he has been delivered. What better way into the palace?’

‘That is madness,’ Lomar responded nervously. ‘The Queen is renowned for torturing and testing her captors. The local people say it is better to die than be dragged into her cells. She pits her prisoners against each other for her general amusement. I think it better to avoid the dungeons at all cost.’

‘It’s true, getting out may be more of a challenge, but this is why we have come, after all. I will take Samuel to hand himself over and ensure that the guards know who he is. The others can wait here, in hiding, and come to our rescue when required. It may take some time, but once Samuel can retrieve the relic, I’m sure we can think of some way to escape the city and makeour wayback to the Valley of the Ancients.’

‘We also need to save the Empress and her son, and then slay the witch,’ Eric said. ‘We will need to tread carefully until we can free them. We cannot risk them getting harmed.’

‘True,’ Baltenagreed. ‘At present, the Queen possesses the greater advantage, but I think we will have littleopportunityto do much from outside the palace. As Lomar has said, sneaking in or out would be nearly impossible, and he is the only one who can move comfortably outside. We would be in constant danger of beingdiscoveredbecause of our looks andourinability to speak their tongue. In truth, I think we have little choice but to begin our task from the inside.’

‘I agree,’ Lomar said. ‘It will be dangerous. But here, everything is dangerous.’

‘Why just take Samuel?’ Eric asked.

‘Firstly, because he is the one she actually wants and,secondly, he also has the uncanny ability to remain completely invisible from magical detection. He can sneak about the palace to his heart’s desire once he is inside. The more of you that go with him, the more danger there is. I can escape at any time once the task has been completed, but I do not want anyone nearby at the time. It would be very dangerous for them.’

‘And what are we to do?’ the Emperor asked. ‘Just wait here?’

‘Yes,’ Balten replied. ‘Keep as quiet as you can and stay out of trouble. Let Lord Lomar take care of you and,whatever you do, never leave this refuge.’

Samuel considered the plan carefully. As long as he had his ring,he would not be worried and,with Balten beside him, the two of them would be more than a match for any witch. ‘Very well. I agree.’

They talked more until the cool evening came andthenthey ate cross-legged on the floor,devouringthe flat bread and tender,seasoned meat that Lomar fetched for them from outside. As darkness fell over the city, coloured lanterns were raised along the streets and music played from all corners-horns and flutes and stringed instruments, all playing their individual melodies, somehow in harmony. Male and female singers alike crooned and warbled aloud until late, when the sounds dimmed and the crowds began returning to their homes. One by one, the rescuers retired to bed, until Samuel was left alone with Lomar, standing atop the roof of their hideaway and looking over the sleeping city.

‘It will not be easy, achieving what we have set out to do,’ Lomar stated.

‘I did not think it would be, but we have little choice,’ Samuel replied.

‘You have always had a choice, Samuel, we all do, yet you have striven on, always doing what you felt as right. I had little idea when I first met you that you would become such a hero.’

‘I have never been a hero. I’ve only ever done what I had to. Few choices I have made have been for valiant reasons.’

‘Ah, but perhaps that’s what makes you stand out, Samuel. You feel you have made no choices, but it is your noble nature that drives you. A coward will always run from the difficult choices, but it is in your heart to run towards them.’

‘You give me too much credit, Lomar. Many others have done as much asI haveand more. In fact, many of those have sacrificed themselves so I can stand here today. All I have that has kept me alive until now is luck-and I hope it stays with me a little longer.’

‘Some would say luck, Samuel; others would say fortuneor fate, or perhaps even destiny.’

‘Don’t start on that,’ Samuel told him. ‘I’m not superstitious.’

Lomar only laughed. ‘Yes, I remember. Still, we all do what we can, don’t we? The mountain and the sky do not notice the affairs of men and to them our lives pass in the blink of an eye. Yet, occasionally, a man comes who can blot out the sky-who can move the very mountains that ignored him.’

‘What are you saying?’

‘We all sometimes do what we must, or avoid doing what we know we should do, but we cannot escape out destinies, Samuel. That is all I am saying. When I saw you becoming the great magician I had always hoped for, I was worried, for in every man is the seed of good and evil. I am glad you have turned out like this, but even a good man can be forced into making bad decisions. I just want to tell you this, because we have few true friends in life and you have become one of the bestin mine. We magicians know that well, always being buried in our studies and duties as we are. I don’t know what will happen in the coming days, but I am glad we met, Samuel. The world will become a better place because of our friendship. That is all I mean to say.’

‘Thank you, Lomar. I feel the same. Do you sense something bad in the air?’

‘Onthe contrary, Samuel. I feel something wonderful. I know that all this will turn out for the best. It is only the enactment that will be difficult for us. If we can get through that, I am sure happy days will be waiting for us. I have been thinking of that moment for a long time and I’m glad our struggle is nearly over.’

‘True. I can’t wait to put all this behind us. Everything has been too complicated for far too long and Icrave for a simple life.’

‘We are like trees, Samuel. We start off small, yet grow into great and splendid things. We can accomplish much in our lives, but even we magicians are still only made of wood. We grow our branches as full as we can, but the fire of our magic consumes them. We must keep growing if we want to feed that fire, but what a terrible equation it is. If our branches grow too heavy, we will crack; if the fire grows too great, we will be consumed. What a sorry life it is to be made of wood.’

‘What are you saying now?’

‘Only that I am tired, Samuel. Our obsession with magic consumes us,andone day, if we are not careful, it will burn us to our core. For once, I would like the chance to sit still and rest,and forget that I am a magician. Our duty has laden us with so many burdens, I feel my boughs are about to break.’

‘You surprise me, Lomar. I never thought I would hear such words from you, although I do not disagree with you. I am not sure if we can give up our ways. Magic is in our nature. It would be hard to separate the fire from the wood once it has begun to burn.’

‘But I feel the day is coming when this particular tree will be shedding its leaves andgettingready for winter. That will be a wonderfully dull time indeed. Our lives as magicians are set. We have access to all manner of powers and abilities, yet we can never share in some of the most precious experiences that the common folk enjoy every day.We cannever enjoy having a babe in our arms and having it look up at us with trusting, loving eyes. We can never experience that child growingupand fulfilling, even exceeding,our hopes. Nay, being a magician is a curse and we are denied the most sacred human act of creating young and prolonging our species. We are just drones to support the nest-watching, not being. What a curse it is.’

‘Your heart weighs heavy tonight, Lomar.’

‘It’s true, Samuel. I have been waiting in this city too long and I’m afraid my spiritisnotitsusual self. I can’t say how glad I am to see you. I don’t look forward to seeing you in danger, but I am ashamed to admit I am glad you are here.’

‘This business will all be done soon. Come-let us rest. Tomorrow will be a busy day.’

Lomar agreed and they returned inside to find their beds.

Morning came and Balten led Samuel through the crowded streets, climbing steadily until they neared the foot of the palace, built into the side of Mount Karthma. Just as Balten had warned, as soon as they nearedthe entrance, the guards came running with their spears lowered, and Balten had to jabber at them feverishly until they believed him. He had to draw off his headscarf to prove his point and desperately motioned for Samuel to do the same. The men seemed hesitant and looked as if they would skewer the pair anyway, but another quick burst of gibberish from Balten had them leading the two magicians into the open maw of the great palace entrance.

‘Well, it looks like your plan has worked,’ Samuel said.

Balten replied hesitantly. ‘So far. Let’s see what happens after this.’

Their escorts marched them into the cavernous palace. Thebuildingwas open and airy, filled with water features and decorations;rich tapestries and translucent,billowing curtains. At first, it seemed as if they were heading upwards and Samuel thought they may be going to have their audience with the Queen already, but they took an abrupt turn into a corridor that led them through a layer of spells and into the side of the mountain. Dark tunnels led away from the main passage and each looked ancient and foreboding, dark and uninviting. Already, Samuel could feel the magic-muting properties of the mountain at work around him. The sensationwas dim, but seemed to grow stronger with each stephe tookalong the corridor.

‘I can feel the stones at work already,’ Samuel said.

‘This mountain is where they sourced the stones for your School of Magic,’ Balten stated, ‘and the stones of the Mage Cell in the palace.’

‘All the way from here? How did the mountain possibly get such power?’

‘No one knows-not even Cang. These rocks are older than anything else upon the earth. Their creation is a mystery.’ He was then quiet as he listened to the guards’ banter. ‘It looks like we will not be meeting the Queen just yet,’ Balten muttered.

The guards argued somewhat as they escorted the two and Balten only had a moment’s notice to warn Samuel, before the two were split up.

‘It sounds like they were expecting us. The Queen is going to test our mettle. She could make us wait quite some time down here. Don’t do anything foolish.’

‘I won’t.’

‘And one more thing. Give me your ring.’

‘What? Of course not.’

‘If you don’t, they will take it anyway and everything will be lost. Give it to me and I will return it when I can. Quickly!’

Samuel had no choice but to obey the insistent magician for,either way,he would lose it. He secreted the thing to Balten and the man tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it with a gulp.

‘What are you doing?’Samuelasked Balten with alarm.

‘Don’t worry,’ Balten appeased him. ‘I can get it back later. I’ve swallowed much larger things before. Your ring will be a simple matter to retrieve.’

‘I’m not sure I will want it back,’ he said, but Balten was too busy to reply.

The guards him gave him a rough jab with the points of their spears and Samuel was parted from Balten; the guardsturnedhimaway and into a dim side path.

Another group of guards was waiting at a branch and the first lot handed Samuel over to them. These guards were shirtless and brutish-looking,as if they had spent years under the earth. They were lucky if they had five teeth between them, and they gawked at Samuel with bloodshot, puffy eyes. They lacked spears, but each held a jagged-toothed dagger with loosely veiled desire to use it. One of them grabbed a length of rope and bound Samuel roughly around the wrists and turned his pockets inside out, searching him roughly. They pulled him through a further series of dank passages. It was cold and damp here and already the stifling sense of the mountain above had Samuel feeling halfsuffocated. He could feel the effect of the mountain, but that did not worry him so much as he had feared; he had long grown accustomed to being separated from his magic. It was more the enclosed space that had him worrying and the terrible feeling of an empty pocket without something jiggling within it.

Eventually, they came to a length of rough-hewn passage that had four iron doors along one side. One of the escorts rushed ahead and, throwing his lantern aside, drew three great sets of locks open on one door and laboured topullit open. They pulled Samuel towards the gaping doorway and he only had a moment to see that there was pitchblack awaiting inside, before they pushed him in and through, slamming the door shut behind him. Three rattling clanks sounded as they bolted the door behind him. They left him in complete darkness, chattering awhile amongst themselves, before he heard them sidle back away along the passageway from whence they had come.

Samuel stood perfectly still for the first few moments, controlling his breath and scouring the darkness with his magician’s senses. Anyone else would have been completely blind, but as hissightsprung into clarity, he could make out the faint energy that seeped from the very stone. It took some time to make out his surroundingsandfound that he was in a small and empty cell that had been hacked from the bare stone without precision, leaving the sides rough and uneven. The ceiling was a cluster of smooth stalactites that hung to various lengths. Slowly, as he focussed his senses around the cell part by part, he gained a greater idea of the walls surrounding him. There were some torn rags strewn on the floor and so Samuel collected these together then sat himself upon them, opposite the door,to wait.

He had no idea how much time had passed before the door opened again, except that he had waited many hours, then slept, and then waited again. And he had repeated that cycle at least twenty times without interruption. In that time, he had eaten nothing and had drunk only the drops that formed on the tips of the stalactites above him. He could only reach two of the spikes flat-footed, and one more by standing on his tiptoes and reaching up as far as he could with his tongue. In this way, he had persisted. Without such sustenance, he had no idea how he was supposed to have survived.

He had sensed figures come creeping down the corridor at times, stopping outside his door in complete silence before padding away hurriedly. He had sat still and ignored them all. He supposed it must have perplexed them that he made no sound, but not enough to have them open his door to see what had become of him.

When the door did open, it was with a bright and blinding light. He stood and shielded his eyes but,as something came bounding in upon him, howling and snarling, he leapt aside, almost cracking his skull against the wall. The door shut again, leaving him once more in darkness, but with something angry and growling sharing the cell with him. He could not tell immediately what it was, but its life shone brightly in the cavern against the dull stones. As he made out its shape from the pattern around it, he realised it was a dog of some kind, and it stood in the dark, growling savagely. It could smell him and probably hear him, despite how hard he tried to stand perfectly still. With a snarl,it leapt and Samuel stepped aside, grabbing it around the neck with one deft movement. He was weakened from lack of food, but it was not a large animal and he dropped his weight upon it and drove the beast into the ground. With a yelp, it was dead. He felt little remorse, for he had been allowednochoice but to defend himself.

Moving his hands over its body, he found it to be,indeed,some manner of muscled and ferocious dog, but it had been wounded and tortured only recently to make it all the more savage. Looking closer, he sensed it to be full of slow-acting poisons. Curious, he thought, for the poison had not had time to affect the animal. Then perhaps it was a test for him: starve him, test him, give him meat-and if he ate it,he would perish in turn. It seemed his captors were playing games with him and he started to wonder if the Desert Queen even knew he was here.

Time crawled by and Samuel began to wonder if he should take action to free himself. Balten had told him to have patience, but howlongwould he need to wait? Then again, without his ring he had no idea how he could possibly do anything at all. Instead, he practised all his old lessons from his days in the School of Magic: the mantras and words of power, the stances of summoning and expending power (as much as the space would allow) and the complex hand matrices-all designed to align him as closely as possible with the weaves and flows of the infinite pattern of existence.

Still, that felt hollow and so he turned his time towards other pursuits. He practised squeezing his fists at the end of his stances, transforming the movements of summoning and casting into strikes and evasions, just as he imagined Horse doing them. With each repetition, he felt satisfaction,for he could feel his blows developing-becomingtighter, faster, more efficient. He could hear his sleeves rippling and whipping in the darkness as he locked his attacks into place and,as the noise became sharper and more violent, he knew he was improving.

He experimented with kicking, based on what he had seen the Koian do, but these felt somehow awkward and he was not sure if they would be effective at all. Still, he had little else tooccupyhis time and he continued practising whatever he could, moving around his tiny chamber in the blackness until he knew its every inch by heart.

When the physical practice exhausted him, he would sit and focus his mind. He sent his senses deep into the stone and found only more stone all around. Looking further, he detected some narrow passages far away and other living things-perhaps other captives-deep within the rock. Occasionally, his visitors would come and check on him, and occasionally, spells would be sent to search for him-powerful spells originating from far outside the mountain-but little else happened in his timeless world of dark and quiet.

Footsteps pounding along the passageway alerted Samuel long before they arrived, and Samuel had time to stand and ready himself when the guards next opened his door. They held torches and called to him,gesturingfor him to come out,and he did so warily, eyeing their daggers with concern, ready to leap aside if required.

Once again, the men bound his wrists and dragged him through an unendinglabyrinthof passageways and tunnels. Quite suddenly, he found himself in sunlit halls, passing women and servants, all of whom seemed revolted by him and did their best to keep their distance. He was not at all surprised and guessed that he must have looked and smelled quite terrible after his stint in captivity. The rotting dog carcass beside him had not helped, as all he could do at the time was wrap it in the rags that had been his bed and stuff it in the corner.

His escort led him down a short flight of stairs and thenopened a large set of double doors. They cut his ropes and pushed him through and it was there that Samuel found himselfinsidea great arena, with perhaps tens of thousands gathered in the seats around him. The sand was stained with several patches of dark blood and so Samuel trod slowly to the centre of the area, still wincing at the brightness of the sun and looking at the crowd all around himinconfusion. The wait seemed painfully long, but it was obvious what would happen next. Surely enough, another door opened and out came trotting six masked and armed desert-men, each bearing a different form of weapon.

He was without his power, and suffering from lack of decent food and sleep, but he hoped he would be able to manage these men with his physical skills alone. The isolation of his cell seemed to have protected him from the thought of having no magic, but now, out in the open and requiring spells, he began to panic. He patted his pockets desperately, hoping for his ring to reappear, but it was a vain hope.

He just had time to thank the fact that he had been practising his attacks in his cell, when another door burst open and a huge lizard came bounding in. It was the same kind of creature that had attacked them outside of Rampeny, but he could see this one clearly and it was enormous. It locked its eyes upon him and came scampering toward him at full speed.

He flexed and tested his muscles andmentally prepared himselfas the thing bore down on him-he had no idea if he was capable of defending himself at all. It hissed, flapping its blue tongue, and snapped at him. Samuel moved aside, surprising himself at how much distance he covered in one spry step, but the thing continued after him like fluid lightning. He leapt high-higher than he intended-but the lizard was also agile and arched its head up, snapping after him. He cleared its mouth by inches and scampered down its scaly back and behind it.

The armed men were waiting and he dashed amongst them, hoping to confuse the great lizard. It had already turned and was after him in a frenzy, and the men fled from its path. Samuel ran at them, for they seemed equally disturbed by the presence of such a monstrosity. They scrambled to be away, but he slid into theshin of theclosest man and kicked up into the front of his knee. The man cried out as his leg bent backwards and Samuel leapt over him, crushing his throat as he passed.

The ease of doing so was a surprise to him, for in his mind he had superimposed the movements of Horse upon himself, and he seemed to be able to match them almost perfectly. He had the man’s spear in his hand and threw it at the furthest fighter, where it buried itself deep into his chest. The desert-man only gasped and fell to his knees, propped up by the shaft of the weapon with his lifeblood gushing out onto the sand. The heavy hammer in his hand dropped to the sand beside him.

The lizard was again upon him and the other four men had scuttled out of its way, so Samuelfound himselfback-stepping to be away from it. He danced behind the speared man and the lizard trampled over the corpse togat at him. He ran for the wall and the thing followed, hissing closely behind with rancid breath. He reachedthe wall and took two steps up it, vaulting back as the lizard crashed into the stone below him, cracking the great stones. Again, he raced down its back and was away while the thing writhed in pain.

The fighters had spread out and Samuel raced past the pulverised and speared body, scooping up the heavy hammer as he passed. The nearest fighter had a spiked shield and net and he threw the latter at Samuel as he approached, hoping to ensnare him. Samuelnowthrew his hammer with his full force, swinging it by the end of the handle for momentum; it carried the net back with it, crashing into the man’s shield and toppling him backwards. Samuel stepped on the shield and kicked the man in the teeth as hard as he could. Three desert fighters remained.

Samuel was off again, pulling the shield with him, feeling his heart now thudding wildly in his chest and labouring for breath, but he could not stop until they were all dead, or it would be his end. The lizard had recovered and was again galloping for him, so Samuel bolted towards the next warrior and manoeuvred behind the man. It took a moment for the desert-man to realise what was happening, but too late for,as he watched Samuel scoot past him, it was already too late for him to run from the thundering lizard’s path. He disappeared beneath it and Samuel was off again, towards the next fighter.

This man held two swords and he stood carefully, keeping Samuel between himself and the creature. Samuel raised his shield andsprangupon the man. One sword bit into the shield and the other swept at Samuel’s legs, but Samuel was airborne and fell upon the warrior with his full weight, spearing him to the ground with the sharpened tips of the shield.

One fighter remained and Samuel picked up both swords from themanhe had just defeated. Thislast fighterwas wielding a heavy axe and Samuel knew he would have no trouble dispatching the man, so he returned his attention to the lizard.

It boundedtoward him and Samuel speared one sword into its eye at the last instant, rolling aside to be out of its path. The thing squirmed and kicked its front legs as it tried to scratch out the deep sword. Samuel darted around and deftly buried the second weapon in its other eye, right up to the hilt. The lizard thrashed and threw Samuel aside with a flick of its head.

He damned himself for being caught, for the blow was solid and left him breathless on the sand. The remaining warrior took his opportunity and came rushing over with his weapon raised high. He brought it down, burying his axe head into the sand as Samuel evadedthe blow. The man was still struggling to recover his weapon as Samuel rolled and regained his feet, and this seemed too much for the axeman. He took one look at Samuelstandingbefore him and gave up, dropping his weapon and fleeing. Samuel considered chasing him, but the masked fighter was no threat and made to the nearest door, thumping on it desperately with his fists.

It seemed as if the doors were going to open and let the man escape, but a long spear darted out from between the slats and punctured his body three times in rapid succession. The axeman dropped back, dead.

The crowd was roaring with appreciation by this stage and,although the lizard was not dead, it was incapacitated and continued writhing in pain as it scratched at its eyes with its forelimbs. A team of sandalled spear-men came trotting out of one of the doors and began stabbing the thing from all sides, while it thrashed in agony.

Samuel sat on his haunches to regain his breath while one well-muscled man, dressed in flowing,white desert robes, came over to him and gestured with his finger to follow.

Samuel struggled back to his feet, for he felt utterly drained, and followed the man. There did not seem to be any choice.

Thankfully, they did notmake thetrek back the same way to the dungeons, but insteadwentup some stairs to a windowed room where a bath had been prepared. A table next to the window was covered in breads and fruits and meats, and Samuel’s stomach almost had a fit at the sight.

‘Alahativa will meet you soon,’ his guide announced. ‘Wash and prepare. Enjoy some food. Be thankful that you have been deemed worthy of embracing her presence.’

‘You speak Turian?’ Samuel asked, for hearing one of the men speaking in his own language was certainly surprising.

‘I have spent some time in the west,’ he explained. ‘But I have not spoken Turian aloud for some time, so please excuse me if I make some mistakes. It is not intentional and I do not intend to offend you. I know the language and the ways of your people and,for this reason,I have been asked to serve you. I am Utik’cah, humble servant of our Queen. She has asked me to provide for you as best I can, and what Alahativa asks of me, I do. Now, I will leave you for a time to rest.’ And with a solemn nod he backed out the door and left Samuel to his food and bath.

Champing enthusiastically upon his meal, but careful not to overload his shrivelled belly, Samuel peered out the window. He was several storeys above a courtyard, overlooking the palace grounds, with the city of Hol spread out below. Without his magic, it was much too high to risk jumping and he leaned out the window to see if there were any ledges or railing that he could shimmy along if required. Disappointed, he resigned himself to enjoying his food and newfound freedom and he pulled off the rags that now seemed part of his body and sank into his steaming bath.

He scrubbed at his skin until it was almost raw, for the blotches and grime that he found were stubborn to remove, and he washed his scalp until his hair felt as clean as he could make it. A razor left nearby allowed him to trim the stubble that had appeared on his chin and he wondered how long he had been a captive, for his beard was notoriouslyslow-growing, as with all magicians, yet he had the beginnings of a hairy face well under way.

It was well into evening before Samuel was called for, and the same man, Utik’cah, summoned him to meet the Queen. Samuel had done his best to dress in the thin white clothes left for him, although Utik’cah shook his head at the results and pulled the cloth into various positions until he was happy that Samuel was fit tobepresented.

The Queen was seated at the end of a long,columned hall, hung with bright and glittering cloths. Male and female attendants lounged on either side,anda row of muscled guards stoodfiercely behind them with their arms folded above their curved swords. There were no wizards to be seen, but Samuel could feel spells at hand, ready to leap into play.

The Queen was waiting upon a raised platformthat had severalsteps leading up to it. She sat reclined on a long cane chair,which wascovered with cushions and,with the casualness of a cat watching a mouse come scampering across the floor, she watched him approach. Samuel was given an enormous pillow on which to sit and did so,cross-legged. He waited for the Queen to address him, while Utik’cahstoodattentively to the side. The Queen turned to observe Samuel and, as she looked down on him, he knew at once that everything he had heard about her was true.

She was utterly beautiful, golden of skin, with her long,dark hair combed carefully back, braided and adorned with a jewelled hairpiece that was magnificent, yet subtle enough not to distract attention from her face. She was dressed in several layers of palegarments,greens and yellows, but it was immediately apparent that the look was crafted to give the onlooker a clear view of her figure, outlined like a shadow beneath the fabric. It was entirely unlike any dress that aWestern queen-or anyWestern woman for that matter-would consider tasteful. Her age wasindefinable, but her expression spoke of experience and maturity. Beyond all this, however, was the inescapable feeling that she lacked all compassion, for she looked upon Samuel as if he were an ant that had been caught wandering across her blanket.

She had no aura beyond that of any commoner, but there was something about her that felt unusual. She reminded him greatly of the Emperor-or perhaps that was just her upright posture and her regal demeanour.

‘Samuel,’ she said, speaking perfect Turian,and her lips crept into a smile that was not so much welcoming as self-satisfied. ‘I’m so glad to finally meet you. I must say I was underwhelmed by your appearance at first, but you have proven hardier than I would have guessed. You survived the little test in my dungeon and then you were victorious in my arena. The crowd was greatly amused by such frivolous antics. Perhaps you will live up to the stories I have heard, after all.’

‘How is it that everyone in this land speaks the Emperor’s tongue?’ he asked her.

‘My, you do jump to conclusions, don’t you? I am not used to answering the demands of my guests, but I will grant you the boonon this occasion-as a welcoming gesture. Utik’cah may already have explained that he was a spy for me in his youth, sent to theWest to learn the ways of war. Long before that, before I had taken my place as queen of this land, I also lived in theWest. That story, however, is too long and tiresome,and I will not bore you with its details just yet. Needless to say, I can speak Turian at least as well, if not better, than you.’

She unclasped her hands and Samuel’s mouth nearly dropped open upon sight of her finger, for a familiar ring glinted upon it. For a moment, he thought that Balten must have given her his ring, but then he realised it was a twin: the Queen’s own Argum Stone.

In that instant, and taking her commoner’s aura into account, he realised she was not truly a witch as the Order had feared, but was as much dependent on the ring for magic as he.

‘What’s this?’ she said and held her hand out for him to inspect. ‘You’ve only been here a moment and already you gawk at my finger like a lustful thief. From this, I must presume you know the secrets of my ring already. You’re not a very good spy at all, Samuel, if that is what you are supposed to be.’

‘I’m no spy and,yes, I know about your ring. It grants you magic abilities,’ he stated. ‘Without it, you cannot use any magic at all.’

She hesitated, then smiled again and sat up, leaning forward and putting her elbows on her knees to speak with him. ‘So you know more than I would have guessed. Perhaps I should have had you killed before you can cause any mischief. Tell me, Samuel-Saviour of Cintar-why have you come here to my city? What brings you across the great continent to meet me?’

‘You demanded it in a letter. I have come in exchange for two people: a woman and a child, stolen and brought here to your city. One is the Empress of Turia,the other is her son, Emperor-to-be Leopold Calais.’

‘Oh,’ she said with disappointment. ‘No games? No lies? No misdirection? What kind of magician are you? If you keep this up, you will ruin the reputation of your kind.’

‘You know why I am here. Why would I pretend any different?’

She laughed at this. ‘You would be surprised, Samuel. Perhaps this will be interesting after all.’

‘So?’ he prompted her.

‘So?’ she repeated. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘Will you release them to me?’

Again she laughed, but it was a hollow and mean-spirited laugh meant to demean him. ‘Oh no, not yet;notby any measure. They were gifted to me and I know nothing about the letter of which you speak. What I do know is that if I let them go, how would I keep you here? No, I have much planned for you yet and my war with theWest is yet to be won. Nowthatmy plans are known, Turia has rallied its defences, but it is only a matter of time before I take Cintar. The cities of theWest shall fall one by one until its capital becomes mine.’

‘Why have you attacked us?’

‘It was not my decision, Samuel. It is the time of Ajaspah, when the desert people return to the fertile lands beyond the desert to retake their homelands.’

‘Turia was never their homeland,’ he said adamantly.

‘Perhaps not,’ shereturnedwith a knowing smile, ‘but that is what my people believe and they expect me to lead them to victory. The heavens have spoken. The Star of Osirah has marked our destiny and grows brighter with each of our triumphs.’ She noticed his doubtful look. ‘Have you not seen it? I thought you magicians were scholars? My astronomers found it many years ago when it was only the faintest of dots in the night sky, and it has since carved a path across Rom’s Belt as they foretold. Now, it has settled in the eye of Rah, where it will remain until it fills the entire night sky. At that time,we will have our victory. These things were spoken of in texts more ancient than time. Our victory is assured. We will burn the infidelsintheir homes and pour from the desert into theWest, as countless as the grains of sand.’

‘I am not sure I can allow that,’ he told her plainly, but she remained cool despite his efforts to test her.

‘You are in no position to make such bold statements, Magician. Perhaps I will play with you some more to test your resilience and then we shall see if I cannot dampen some of that fiery spirit. I was personally quite disappointed with your effort in the arena today. I hope next time you will display some of your fabled magic, rather than running around like a witless fool. Your friends have put on a much better show than you.’

‘What do you mean?’ he asked with concern.

She smiled as if she had just eaten a gloriously delicious sweet. ‘Your other friends from theWest, Samuel of Cintar. You didn’t think I would let them sit idle in my city did you? They have been entertaining my people much more splendidly than you, although they have started to look a little worse for wear.’

‘Where are they?’

‘Would you like to see them? Very well. I will arrange it. Go now and leave me be.’

She looked at her attendants and a trio of bare-chested guards stepped from the shadows with their curved swords at the ready and escorted Samuel back to his new room.

He slept uneasily and woke when the unusual presence of sunlight came streaming in through his window. After spending so long in his prison, the diurnal cycle of light and dark felt entirely foreign to him, but it was a welcome sight nonetheless.

Dressing himself in his Paatin robes as best he could, he readied himself for what the day would bring.

Utik’cah brought him a set of magicians’ robes shortly after breakfast and explained that he would be expected to perform in the arena once more. The clothes were expertly made and seemed more than just a copy. He suspected they had been stolen from the Order and brought all the way from Turia, appearing to be authentic in make and brand new.

‘How many will I be expected to kill today?’ he asked the man. After having some decent meals and a good night’s rest,he felt a different man to yesterday.

‘I do not know and cannot say,’ was Utik’cah’s reply.

‘I will kill as many more of your people as you set against me.’

Utik’cah gave a hint of a smile, not out of cruelty, but of one who has received an unusual surprise. ‘They were not desert people that you killed, Lord Samuel. They were captives, like yourself,from the land of Avalia. We would not make our own kind fight for amusement. We are not animals. In fact, we had assumed you would ally yourself with the Avalians for your first battle, weakened as you were, but you seemed intent on killing them. I was surprised by your ferocity.’

Samuel had no reply, for he was taken aback by the revelation. At that point, he wished he had some tiny mote of his power, for it seemed that Utik’cah was one of the Paatin Queen’s most trusted servants. If he could reach inside the man’s mind he could learn everything he wished to know about her and her war, or perhaps even force the man to be more open to suggestion.

Frustrated, he had only a question for the Paatin. ‘What was that creature I fought? Will there be more of them?’

‘That was ajidanti-a lizard of the desert. I cannot say what you will face today.’

‘I can’t imagine such beasts are natural. They could not grow to such dimensions without magical intervention.’

‘As you presume, Lord Samuel, our wizards have gained great insight into many aspects of nature.’

‘And in the desert I saw another large creature. I could not see it clearly, but it had a great hardened shell upon its back.’

‘Sitt’i,’ Utik’cah stated. ‘A powerful creature, but unreasonably slow. They are immeasurably strong and resilient. They can demolish the strongest of fortifications quite easily. I am not fond of such beasts, but they have their uses.’

‘Are these what you have in mind for Cintar?’ Samuel asked, but Utik’cah replied with a look that meant there would be no response to a question such as that.

‘Let us go,’ he stated instead and waved his hand towards the door.

Samuel followed the Queen’s loyal servant towards the arena, and this time he had regained his senses enough to memorise much of the route and what he saw around him.

Reaching the same double doors, Utik’cah merely stepped aside and waited as the guards open the portals wide and shunted Samuel through.

The blazing sun and the noise of the crowd fell upon him at once and he took a few shuffling steps into the open. Standing in the middle of the arena was another black-robed magician and Samuel immediately recognised the energies of Eric.

‘Eric!’ he called, and scampered over as quicklyas he could, feeling the hot sand getting into his sandals and between his toes. As he arrived beside his friend, he was shockedatthe sight of him. Eric was gaunt and haggard, and his aura was thin and wan, but he smiled as well as he could when he saw it was Samuel approaching him.

‘Samuel. Where have you been? I thought you were dead.’

‘No. Not quite yet. What happened? Why are you here?’

‘The Queen caught us as soon as you left. She took us to her dungeons and they have been making me fight here ever since.’

‘Where are the others?’

‘I haven’t seen anyone since they caught us. They beat me and starved me and then brought me out to duel in this barbaric spectacle. Only Lomar escaped, for he was out in the city when they came for us.’

‘And the Koians?’

Eric shook his head. ‘I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone. They could all be dead for all I know.’

The crowd hushed and the two of them readied themselves.One of the many doors that marked the arenawallsopened and figurescould be seen moving about within.

‘No matter who or what comes out, Samuel, we must kill them,’ Eric said determinedly. ‘If we don’t, they will kill us all. They don’t allow surrender.’

Samuel peered up into the crowd, hoping to find the seat of the Queen. There were many lavish viewing boxes around the arena, most adorned with feathers and curtains and such, and he could not see into most of them at all.

Movement caught his eye and their opponents entered the arena.

‘I have no magic,’ Samuel stated.

‘What!’ Eric said with disbelief. ‘Where is your ring?’

‘Balten has it.’

‘Why does Balten have it? Where is he?’

‘He is hiding it for me or the Paatin would have it.I don’t know where he is. I need to find him before I can do anything.’

Two magicians came out opposite them, wearing thick furs and armoured helms.

‘Gartens!’ Eric said.

‘Why are they dressed in furs here in the desert? Not even the Gartens are so foolish.’

‘It’s part of the entertainment,’ Eric said. ‘They want us to look the part.’ And he gestured to the black Order robes he, too, had been given.

‘We can’t kill them.’

‘We must! I’ve seen what happens to those who try to parley.’

‘They are fresh, Eric. I cannot call my magic and you look about ready to fall over. It’s foolish to fight.’

‘It is them or us.’

Samuel nodded finally. ‘If they have just arrived, they will not know the rules of the arena. Then let me take care of them. Stay here.’

He started off towards the other pair, who stood ready as he approached, gathering their magic. They were not overly powerful mages, but powerful enough to beat Eric and Samuel in their current decrepit states.

Samuel raised his hands and showed them his empty palms.

‘Parley!’ he called over in the Old Tongue, but the two remained defensive.

‘Tay panna!’ Eric called from behind.

‘Tay panna, tay panna,’ Samuel called, moving in closer.

‘Hold there, Turian,’ one of theNorth-men replied in the language of magicians. He was a portly and elderly man with a red,scruffy beard. ‘No need to go butchering our language. We understand the Old Tongue as well as you. What do you want? Quickly, before you die.’

‘A truce,’ Samuel called, edging closer.

‘Hold there!’ the magician’s mate called, summoning an inferno of magic around himself, and Samuel stopped dead in his tracks. ‘We can make no truce. It’s clear these desert pigs want us to kill each other. And we’re not going back into those accursed cells.’

‘We can bargain with them,’ Samuel continued. ‘The four of us against ten of their warriors. They expect entertainment, but if my friend and I fight you two, it will be a slaughter. We are clearly outclassed. He is a poor magician to begin with and I am no magician at all, as you can surely tell. If we cannot entertain them, they will simply increase the odds until we are dead.’

‘That’s your trouble. The sooner we kill you the sooner we can be free.’

Samuel saunteredcloser tothem, looking as helpless as he could. ‘They will never free you. We have been here many weeks and they expect us to fight until we are dead. However, if we can take on greater odds and give them a good show,we have the chance of freedom.’

The two seemed hesitant. ‘I don’t trust you, Turian.’

The crowd was unsettled and taunts began to fly. A row of spear-men stood from their seats at the top of the wall, and three hundred sharpened missiles came to the ready, bristling towards them like a row of spines along the wall. The spear-men began to draw back their arms. Somewhere from up above came the smell of magic. Wizards were also preparing their spells.

‘Do you at least want to ask them or not? There is nothing lost, but make your mind up before they spear us all.’

‘How will you speak with them?’ the red-bearded man asked.

Samuel was almost close enough-just about three steps away. Their power was at hand, but they had prepared themselves for the magic-to-magic warfare of magicians, not for close-ranged physical attacks from a man with no power. His goal was not to convince them of anything, but just to keep them occupied while he closed the gap. He hoped to position himself so that, when it was time to act, he could have Red Beard between himself and the other one who had readied his spells-and he had done nicely. ‘We can talk to that one, up there,’ he said and pointed high up into the stands. The position of his arm was just right, so that his elbow was aimed directly into Red Beard’s face. Their heads turned to follow his finger and,in that instant,Samuel leapt.

He shot out with his elbow, springing across the final distance between them and he put his body into the blow with everything he could. The point of his elbow struck the North-man square to the cheek. Red Beard’s head spun like a top, almost to the rear,before his body gained the sense to begin spinning and follow it. As his fellow returned his gaze from the crowd and had just begun to open his mouth with surprise, Samuel turned about and brought his other elbow over and down onto the nape of his neck, driving down with all his force. The second Garten’s eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled like a swooning lady. His magic vanished as he dropped, but the firstNorth-man was still gasping and staggering about.

Samuel swept the man from his feet with a kick across the back of his knees and finished with a kick to his ribs that left the man gasping for air like a fish out of water. The Gartens were still very much alive, but in no state to do anything but writhe in pain.

Some in the crowd continued jeering, but a few did stand to their feet to cheer and whoop. Slowly, the spear-men lowered their weapons and sat backontheir seats. The threat of magic receded.

Samuel turned from the pair ofNorth-men and started back towards Eric. He heard the nearest door behind him open up and the sound of feet on sand, as Paatin spear-men trotted out and circled the defeated Gartens. He tried not to listen as he heard them thrusting their spears into theNorth-men over and over. He had hoped it would not come to that, butwhat wasdone was done; there was nothing he could doto save themnow.

‘We live another day,’ Eric stated flatly.

‘We do,’ Samuel said.

‘But it’s only a matter of time until we meet our end here, Samuel. I am sure.’

‘I will think of something. The Queen wants a show of magic. We cannot give it to her if we are dead.’

Eric was quickly dragged away, but Samuel was again taken before the Paatin Queen.

‘Are you actually trying to disappoint me, Samuel?’ she asked forlornly. ‘How can I believe all the wonderful things I have heard about you if all you do is brawl like a street-thug? You act more like a drunkard than a magician,and I have any number of those to throw to their deaths. Unless you are of some worth to me, Samuel, I think you know what will happen to you.’

‘Give me some time,’ Samuel said. ‘If you let my friendsoutfrom the dungeons and give them time to recover their strength, we will fight together and give you a spectacle the likesof whichyou have never seen before.’

‘A spectacle? I did hear that the destruction of Ghant was a marvel to behold,terrible and beautiful. None of my wizards could achieve such utter devastation, yet I would not like something like that happening in my city. I am not altogether foolish, my dear. Your friends will stay in their cells. I will keep them safe and wellcaredfor and under watch in my dungeons-away from harm’s way. Do not think you can do anything, Samuel. My Paatin wizards are ever close at hand and here in my city, I am akin to a god.’

‘Then I will need something else if I am to give you a show.’

‘Something else?’ she enquired with a smile. It seemed as though she actually enjoyed his brazenness. ‘What is it?’

‘Your ring.’ He folded his arms and waited patiently, noting the moment of comprehension on her face that followed.

‘So this is why you refuse to use your powers, Samuel? Why,you don’t have any! How delicious. The Saviour of Cintar is no magician at all, but a common man, stealing his power from the gods.’

‘Oh, I am a magician,’ he corrected, ‘but my power was lost. Lend me your ring, and I will show you what can be done with it.’

She looked truly amused by his suggestion. ‘I am not so foolish, Samuel. This ring never leaves my finger. You will have to find your power or die. I will grantyou three days.’

She gave a flick of her wrist and turned her bare back to him, leaving Samuel to be escorted back to his room.

Three days to find a plan or die. Three days to free the others, steal the ring, kill the Queen and escape to freedom. It seemed quite a challenge. If he did not meet it, he would be forced into the arena again, and he doubted his luck could hold for anotherchallenge.

Samuel stalked about his room, eating from the bowl of apples and drinking water from his porcelain jug, knowing that the others were still starving in their cells, buried under a mountain of stone. Lomar was their only hope, for he was still free and in the city, yet he had no idea if the man even knew they were alive. With his magic, Samuel was sure he could accomplish anything, but that damned Balten had taken his ring and,without it, he was helpless. He spent the morning feeling skittish and lost, desperate for some solution to pop into his head.

‘Need to stretch your legs?’ came a voice from the door and Samuel turned about, startled. It was Utik’cah, standing in the open doorway.

‘You surprised me,’ Samuel said. Then he had time to absorb the desert-man’s words. ‘What do you mean? I can leave?’

‘Of course,’ the dark man returned solemnly, bowing his head. ‘Alahativa grants you her courtesy. You may roam the palace and grounds to your leisure.’

‘Do you trust me?’

‘That is not important, Lord Samuel. We have been commanded not to stop you, but we will keep your friends. You know the consequences if you do not return to your room.’

Samuel understood. ‘Very well. It will do me good to get out of this room and clear my head. Will you walk with me?’

The Paatin man seemed genuinely surprised by Samuel’s offer, but it took him only a moment to return to his sober state. ‘If you wish.’

Samuel stepped out past him, half-expecting a hoard of bare-chested warriors to fall upon him with their swords, but the corridor was empty and welcoming. ‘Lead me then. Take me somewhere you would go in my place.’

Utik’cah smiled somewhat. ‘I am not in your place, but I understand. Follow me.’

The white-robed Paatin led Samuel through the halls of the splendid palace. Every mote of space was somehow lavish, beyond even the splendid decor of the palace in Cintar.

‘How did the Queen assemble such riches?’ Samuel asked of his guide. ‘I have never seen such wealth in one place.’

‘What you see around the palace are gifts from her people and the wealthy leaders of the clans. Everything she receives belongs to the people, so she has no need ofcoffersor troves in which to secret away her gold. Everything is laid out to be seen and appreciated.’

‘Isn’t she worried the servants will steal something?’

‘Why would they steal what is already theirs?’ Utik’cah replied,with genuine curiosity.

They came shortly to an open courtyard. There were several young ladies sitting around a pond that wasteemingwith golden fish but,when they saw the two men approach,they deftly shuffled away, keeping their eyes to the ground.

Utik’cah settled himself on a stone banister and pulled one booted foot up beside his rump to be comfortable, so he was hugging his knee. ‘So what do you want to ask me, Lord Samuel of Cintar?’

Samuel sat on the same length of stone, curved around the pond. ‘I am curious more than anything, about your Queen. Did she really create this city?’

‘So they say. No one alive now was alive then to see it, save for her.’

‘How can it be that she is so old? She looks only several years younger than you.’

‘I do not question such things, Lord Samuel. This is one of the mysteries that we do not question. We are only thankful to have her.’

‘But she seems to relish the misery of others? How can your people love her when she is such a tyrant?’

‘Strong leaders are appreciated in the desert. If she were any less, she would never have survived; she would never have the respect of the people. She rules with an iron fist but she also has infinite compassion. Perhaps it is because she is a woman that you question her actions? I have heard your Emperor was an ever greater tyrant and his slaughter knew no bounds.’

‘Perhaps that is true,’ Samuel mused. ‘Then I killed him.’

‘You seem a reckless people. We are much more resilient than you.’

‘Perhaps that is so. I want to ask you one more thing. Do you know where the Queen found her ring?’

‘I do not,’ came the answer. ‘She has many jewels and trinkets and I am not interested in such things.’

‘Have you ever seen her use her magic?’

‘Her magic is vast and wonderful, but I think we delve into questions I would rather not answer, Lord Samuel. Alahativa has not told me to hide anything from you, but I fear my answers would not be the ones you seek. I will go now. I have our armies to tend to. Enjoy your walk. I will arrange for your meals to be brought to your room.’

With that, he stood and strode away around past the pond. Samuel sat in silence for several minutes, before calling out to the magician hiding in the shadows. ‘Come out. I am alone.’

A tall figure, draped in black, stepped from amongst the leafy plants in the corner of the courtyard. He came over briskly and pulled the cloth from his hidden face. Spells of concealment dropped away as he came.

‘Samuel,’ he greeted, for it was Lomar who had been hiding amongst the bushes, ‘how did you know it was me? Oh, I forget. How foolish of me to underestimate you.’

‘Should we go somewhere else?’ Samuel asked, looking nervously to the arched entrances around them.

‘Not necessary. In these clothes, with my face partially covered, I look just like one of them. I can get past the odd servant or two. It is only if we meet any wizards that I will need to scurry. I have found a hole in their defences, so I was able to enter the palace this time. I am not sure how long it will remain, for the wizards keep watch on the walls and sentry-towers around the palace day and night.’

‘We need to find the others and free them, but I must find Balten first. He has my ring.’

‘I know where he will be, but that will not help much. You are a curiosity to the Queen, but I doubt they will risk anything with him. They will have Balten in the deepest,darkest part of the mountain they can find. I’ve heard he is well-known to the Paatin and they will not risk letting him escape. The problem is, once inside the mountain no spells can be cast. If we want to go in, we will need to cast our spells first and carry them in with us. Then, we will need to makeitpast the guards and search for him. Rumour has it the mountain is riddled with holes;it isa maze of endless tunnels, all designed to lose any strangers to its depths. It could take a long time to find him.’

‘So what can we do?’

‘Delveinto the mountain and search for him. I will leave now, before I give myself away. If they find me once, they will hunt for me relentlessly and you will lose any privileges you seem to have acquired. You may be able to sneak into the catacombs for a short time each day and search for him. I have heard there are many smaller hidden entrances. You will need to find the others, as well. We cannot act until they are free, or we risk having them executed.’

‘But I have no spells.’

‘You don’t need them, Samuel. Remember, none of the wizards can sense you. You are as good as invisible to them. There are also spells of detection that cover the entrances. Only you can slip through them unnoticed. Now, I must go. I don’t know when I can return again. Find the others. Find Balten.’

‘I will do my best.’

‘Samuel, there is one more thing. I don’t know if it is worth raising, but perhaps it is worth you knowing.’

‘What is it?’

‘They say there is something that lives under the mountain.’

‘What kind of something?’ Samuel asked.

‘I don’t know, but all the Paatin are terrified of it. No one has seen it, but they all fear it. Some think it is a ghost,others a beast. They only find the remains of its victims. They say it patrols the deepest and darkest of tunnels and that it takes anyone it stumbles across who is alone. The guards are afraid, but they have found a way to make use of the thing. Any prisoner they wish to remove, they just extinguish the lights, and when they come back, there is not much left.’

‘Are you trying to scare me?’

‘No, but I just advise you to take care. Whatever haunts those tunnels, keeps the Paatin who know about it terrified. You may even be able to use that fear against them.’

‘Very well.’

With that, he dashed away and darted over the wall in a single,lithe motion. It was only a few moments later that Samuel felt a Paatin spell slipping over him, scanning the courtyard. Perhaps the wizards had felt something unusual and had come to investigate, for the spell continued intensely. When it was done, and without finding anything, the spell moved away, leaving Samuel with nothing to do but return to his room.

As the sun melted into the west, casting shadows across the distant pasture lands, Utik’cah once again came to Samuel’s door.

‘Alahativa has reconsidered your request to release your friends.’ At this, Samuel’s heart leapt. ‘As a measure of her goodwill to you, and in hope that you will do your best to entertain her in the arena, she has released one of them. You will find your friend next door. If you like, your dinners can be served together. I will arrange for both meals to be brought there.’

Samuel agreed and,as soon as Utik’cah was gone,he stepped out into the corridor and turned to his right. There was only one other door in this stretch of hall and so he hurried over to it expectantly. He could hear the excited voices of Paatin women inside and wondered what could be happening. Opening the door, he hoped to find Eric or Balten or perhaps even the Emperor waiting inside, but when he saw it was the Koian woman who had been released, he could not help but feel bitterly disappointed.

She was wrapped in a thick blanket and she held it about her tightly. Three dark-skinned Paatin women stood around her and she was swatting at them as they laughed and tried to pluck the blanket from her shoulders. They wore thin, revealing clothes of pink, blue and violet and seemed to be enjoying whatever game they were playing with their guest.

‘You scared me!’ the Koian woman called out on noticing Samuel hovering in the doorway. ‘What are you doing in here, Magician? No one has called for you.’

He tried to hide his dashed hopes and walked nearer, causing the attendant girls to scatter aside. ‘I see you are well. It’s good the Queen has released you.’

‘Released! How is this released? Even my cell was preferable to this. At least there, I was dark and invisible. Now I am in the open for all to stare at and ridicule.’ She briefly opened her blanket, revealing her clothes underneath, a red version of the same scanty apparel as her attendants, baring more skin than Samuel had ever seen from the irate woman. ‘How can I go out like this? I am not some whore for these filthy brutes to ogle! I demanded appropriate clothes, but these fiends only laugh at me! I will kill them!’

‘You will get used to it,’ Samuel said, trying to placate her.

‘I don’twantto get used to it! I am a god!’

Samuel was fed up with her pretentious attitude already. ‘Then perhaps it’s time you realised that you are not a god. Gods do not exist. This is a world of logic and reason. Even magicians are governed by such laws. You are nothing but a spoilt and unreasonable child.’

The three girls, each gloriously beautiful, lowered their faces at the tone of his voice and the Koian woman stood stunned. He thought she would shout or retort, but she did not. She hopped down from the bed and started for the door, gripping her blanket around her tightly. When Samuel realised she was heading for the exit,he dashed in front of her to bar her way.

‘Where are you going?’ he demanded. Again, she would not answer. She reached out one arm and attempted to pull him away, but he shrugged off her efforts easily. She tried several times, becoming more and more infuriated.

‘Get out of my way!’ she commanded, but Samuel stood resolute.

‘Whether you like it or not, you are here to stay until we find the others. It was your decision to come with us, so until we all leave together, none of us leave.’

‘I willnotstay here,’ she stated.

‘If you leave, they will kill the others.’

‘That’s not my concern. Turians and Paatin all deserve to die. I hate everyone in this stupid land.’

‘You really are a heartless witch,’ Samuel told her.

‘And your mother was a whore!’ she said, spitting the words into his face.

Samuel’s hand had struck out before the words had finished leaving her lips and she crumpled to the floor. Samuel could feel his hot blood in his cheeks. It had felt wonderful to hit her and he momentarily visualised blasting her to dust with one of his spells-if only he had magic to use. The three attendants stood like statues, refusing to look at the scene.

The Koian woman sat still, with her hair fallen around her face. It would have been some satisfaction for Samuel if she had started whimpering, but her emotionless voice returned, breaking into crackles of the old hag she had been once before.

‘My land is lost and broken,all my people are dead and I have been dragged to this hellish place by a traitor; yet, of all people,he is the only thing I have left of my home. What a sorry life this is. I will be glad when this Demon King returns and turns this whole world to ashes. Then…I will be laughing at you all.’

The malignantsound of her voice made his hair stand up on the back of his neck, and Samuel could not remain in the room with her lest he lost his temper once again. He slammed the door shut behind him and swore aloud. He hoped shewouldnot leave the palace, but he had no way to prevent it. If he was lucky, perhaps the guards would spear her on sight.

‘Utik’cah!’ he yelled along the empty hall, stomping up and down impatiently. ‘Bring me Utik’cah!’

He only had to wait a few minutes, until the white-robed man came hurrying along towards him.

‘Take me to the Queen,’ Samuel commanded, and Utik’cah took notice of Samuel’s enraged expression.

‘Follow me,’ he stated and led the way, while Samuel stalked behind.

The Desert Queen was reclined in her cushioned chair as usual, and beckoned for Samuel to come nearer after he had swept into her room. He refused her request to sit at the base of her stairs and instead stood with arms folded.

‘Why did you release that Koian woman?’ he demanded from her, but her lips only curved into a precious smile.

She continued toreclineandevenarched her back as if stretching, recently awoken. Even in his enraged state, he had to admit to himself that the Paatin woman was incredibly beguiling. He had never seen or even imagined such a seductive beauty. Her flesh was visible through the material of her flimsy clothes as she stretched her arms and pointed her toes. When she was done, she rolled her head to face him and granted him an alluring smile.

‘How intriguing. I have never seen a magician so upset. My wizards certainly cannot muster the effort. What has you in such a state, Samuel of Cintar? You asked me to release your companions and I have done it-as much as I can allow. Why does this now disturb you so?’

‘This woman is intolerable. She does not care about anything. She is probably on her way out of the palace already and we should not be held accountable for her foolishness.’

The Paatin Queen lost her capricious smile and regarded Samuel grimly. ‘I am not interested in your arguments, boy.’ And,with the words, Samuel’s rage fell away, for he could feelheryears of experience bearing down on him. ‘Your companions are your own business. I am a Queen with anEmpire to rule. My orders stand. If any one of your party leaves the palace, the others will be punished. I will not capitulate or make concessions. I understand this nameless woman claims to be a god, so let her help you if she can; although, I have looked upon her and I find her attributes…lacking. She is plain in every way. Now, I think my patience in this matter has been considerable, but I recommend you leave before it is tested any further.’

With that, her tempestuous look dropped away and she sighed and looked up to the ceiling. A great fan waswaftingto and fro, maintained by her servants beside the wall, and it drenched her in a cooling breeze.

Samuel had no choice but to concede, backing away from her with his tail between his legs.

On the way back to his room, Utik’cah spoke softly. ‘A word of warning, Lord Samuel. I have served my Queen all my life and I like to think, of all our people, I know her idiosyncrasies well. While you amuse her, she will continue to tolerate you, but she loses interest in small things quickly. The next time you demand to be taken to her, or the next time you stand in her presence in anger or even speak impolitely, or for any reason at all, you may find yourself lacking your head.’ Samuel threw the desert-man a questioning look. ‘This is only to warn you. I have no interest in whether you live or die at all, but I would not like to see anyone suffer from their own foolishness.’

Shouts and screams from the Koian woman’s room had Samuel running ahead of his escort and he entered her room to find her standing defiantly on her bed, clutching a jug and a bowl. At first, he thought she may have somehow come through with her promise to kill her attendants, but he saw she was the only one doing the screaming. A floor of broken, scattered debris lay between her and the other side of the room, where the three Paatin women were hiding behind three straight-backed chairs.

She looked at Samuel with rage and sent the jug flying towards him, crashing into the wall beside him. She had lost her blanket and was standing in her revealing Paatin clothes, spread-legged with her toes dug into the bed to keep her balance, making her look ridiculous.

‘They won’t leave me!’ she screamed. ‘How can I make them go?’

‘They don’t understand your language,’ he told her. ‘Calm now and I will ask Utik’cah to instruct them for you.’

Utik’cah came in, gawking timorously at the mess, but no matter how Samuel asked him,he would not tell the women to leave. ‘She must have her attendants,’ he informed Samuel. ‘It is not acceptable for a guest to be without them.’

Samuel thought for a moment. ‘You never offered me servants like this,’ he stated.

‘You are a magician, Lord Samuel. We would not insult your dignity with the presence of such women. I have studied the ways of magicians well, and I know that such things are not of interest to you.’

Samuel sighed. ‘Perhaps in this case, she can also be allowed to remain alone,’ Samuel told the man.

But Utik’cah only shrugged. ‘She is our guest now and must be cared for as is fit. A lady of merit will not sleep in her room alone. It would be an insult to us andtoher. That is our way.’

The man was adamant and Samuel could only try to explain to the Koian woman as best he could.

‘Tell them to get out!’ she screeched, hoarse of voice, but Samuel’s explanations only fuelled her anger. He thought he would have been glad to see her shed her emotionless shell and show some feeling, but he now realised that he much preferred her subdued self to this.

‘Just calm down,’ Samuel told her, in an effort to placate.

She leapt past him, down from the bed and to the window. ‘To hell with you all!’ she cursed at them. ‘Let’s see how well these savages treat me when I am dead,’ and,without a pause,she leaned her waist out the window and toppled over the handrail. The trio of Paatin women screamed in unison and ran from their hiding spot to stop her. Even the level-headed Utik’cah made a sudden,lurching attempt to reach her, vaulting from his place with his hands outstretched; but Samuel, closest to her of all, was left dumbfounded and flat-footed as she disappeared out the window.

Finally, shaken from his stupor, he pushed his way to the front as one of the attendants sobbed and turned away from the scene. Looking down,he sawthe Koian god-woman sprawled outon the stony courtyard far below, with scarlet rivulets running out from beneath her, each following the tessellated tracts between the paving stones. One arm and one leg were twisted into unnatural positions and her hair was a mattedandbloody mess.

‘I did not expect that,’ Samuel stated, as Utik’cah stepped away from the window and back into the room.

The Paatin’s face had drained pale white. ‘My Queen will be very disappointed,’ he said, taking hollow steps towards the bed. ‘I have never failed her like this. She was not supposed to die.’

A shout of excitement brought their attention, and one of the attendant women started calling excitedly for Utik’cah, pointing down towards the fallen woman. Utik’cah rushed over and Samuel again pressed his head out to see. He was astounded, for one of the Koian woman’s legs was moving, flopping from side to side as if it was trying to plop itself back into place.

‘How can she be alive?’ Samuel asked, but Utik’cah was too busy calling out from the window to reply. White-clothed guards came bounding into the courtyard below and they in turn began calling others in their desert tongue, on sight of the broken woman. Some knelt at her side and one shouted up towards the expectant Utik’cah.

‘She is alive!’ Utik’cah said exuberantly.

‘But how?’ Samuel asked. ‘No one could survive such a fall.’

‘Just luck, my friend. I have called for the healers. If she lives, it will save all our heads.’ And the hopeful man turned once more from the window and began hurrying out the door. It was the first time Samuel had seen his Paatin host so animated, and he boundedafter the man, struggling to keep up.

The god-woman’s body had been turned over and her limbs put into place, by the time Samuel and Utik’cah arrived. A cushion had been placed under her head, but her face was an unrecognisable red mess. Samuel had no way to tell if she was alive or dead, for she had no energy at all for him to perceive; although he noted her chest rising in rapid, although shallow movements, and,when she coughed several times, sending up sprays of blood, he knew she was truly alive.

‘The heavens bless us!’ Utik’cah stated.

Three brown-cloaked figures came scampering in and set immediately to work with their spells. They were magicians of a sort, and their healing spells were wellformed. They chattered back and forth to Utik’cah as they worked, each looking worried.

Unbelievably, one of them seemed to be a woman and Samuel’s eyes widened with dismay as she summoned and cast magic to match her fellows.

‘They are having difficulty,’ Utik’cah stated, mistaking Samuel’s expression. ‘For some reason they cannot feel the woman’s life and must work unguided.’

Samuel recovered his wits and nodded dumbly. ‘She is a rarity. She has no magical presence for your magicians to focus upon. All things have an energy that can be seen, or felt by other magicians, but occasionally, for some reason we cannot fathom, some are born without it. It will be difficult work for your wizards.’ And Samuel could imagine what it had been like for Grand Master Anthem and the others when they had been trying to heal him in the past. They could delve their senses into the meat and bone, but actual life energies were vital signs as to the nature and seriousness of any injury.

Utik’cah shook his head. ‘These are not wizards. They are only healers. They only learn the ways of healing and complement their spells with herbs and medicines. Our wizards deal with warexclusively.’

Samuel gestured towards the female healer. ‘And that one, the woman-is she normal?’

‘What do you mean? She is a healer, like the others.’

‘I cannot understand it. Women cannot use magic. At least, that is what we have believed until now. But I am seeing this with my own eyes. I would be interested to learn how your people have accomplished this. It seems beyond belief.’

‘I have no knowledge of such things, Lord Samuel. As far as I know, wizards and healers can be of either gender. Traditionally, they are sterilised once they begin studying their art and that has long been a custom of the Paatin; although, I understand you are not.’

Samuel found the thought disturbing. ‘We are not.’

The Koian woman coughed and then she made a gurgling scream and Samuel and Utik’cah leapt back in surprise as the healers rushed about her. She dug at the stones beneath her and hammered out with her hands as the healers attempted to hold her down. The female healer then cast a calming spell and the Koian fell limp again and did not move any more. After some time, the healers slowed their work and spoke again to Utik’cah.

‘She can be moved,’ Utik’cah revealed. ‘We will take her to her room. The healers believe she will live, although why she did such a thing, I cannot guess. Such madness! I will arrange for the window to be closed and a guard put on the door for now.’

They carried her on a stretcher held between four of the stout guards and Samuel followed them back to her room. He left them to their work, frustrated that he could do nothing to help without his magic, and returned to his room to rest and deliberateonthe day’s events.

Late into the night, one of the healers came knocking at his door, gesturing that he was needed.

The Koian woman had now been cleaned and was awake when he came to her side, but her face was black and swollen almost beyond recognition. She was in pain, and could barely move her eyes to look at him, peering out from her puffy sockets.

‘Damn you, Magician,’ she croaked. She was not so much using her hag voice as struggling to speak.

He had come prepared to forgive her for her outrageous actions, but even now she was intolerable. ‘Don’t blame me for your failed effort,’ he told her grimly.

She looked away. ‘That’s not what I meant. I damn you for not even trying. Why didn’t you stop me?’

‘How could I? You leapt away so quickly.’

She turned her bloodfilled eyes back towards him. ‘Are you not a magician? Are you not even a man? What kind of fool allows a woman to fall to her death?’

Samuel did not answer. He could not begin to fathom how she could dive from such a height and then dare to blame him for it. Instead, he turned to view the room, where the three Paatin women were just finishing re-arranging the pots and furniture. Everything broken had been cleaned and replaced.

‘You nearly died,’ he told her. ‘I’ve never seen such a stupid act. Haven’t you been paying attention? Without my ring I don’t have any magic.’

‘How was I to know? I don’t listen to your tired conversations and no one tells me anything. Anyway, I told you, Magician,I am not easily killed. It was a much further drop than I thought, but it would take more than that to kill me. I am a god, remember?’

That only incensed him more. ‘You did this on purpose? For what? To gain our sympathy? I really cannot understand you. Here we are, trying to save our friends and the very world, and you are only concerned with yourself. I’ve never met such a selfish soul.’

‘This is what I am,’ she responded. Then she turned her eyes to the attendants as best she could. ‘One of them can understand us,’ she said. The thought had never entered his mind, but he looked at the women, moving things ever so slightly and adjusting the wall hangings and decorations, and he supposed it was not a surprise. ‘I am used to being watched,’ she added.

‘That is not our concern for now. I have to fight in the arena very soon and I will very likely be killed. The last thing I need is you to worry about.’

It was impossible to read her expressions with her face so ruined, but her tone was clearly irritable. ‘Do not waste your precious time worrying about me. I will be much better without your help. Go out now. Get out. I want to rest.’

Samuelhumphed. ‘I’m glad you have faith in their healers. God or not, it’s going to take you a long time to recover from this. I hope they can fix your manners while they’re at it.’

And with that he stalked away.

He awoke late in the morning with Utik’cah tapping on the end of his bed with a look of concern.

‘What’s the matter?’ Samuel asked the man, shaking the sleep from his mind.

‘It’s your companion,’ he stated and Samuel swung himself out of bed and began to draw on his magician’s clothes.

‘Is there something wrong?’

‘Precisely the opposite,’ the desert-man said, observing Samuel with his dark, solemn face. ‘That is why I am worried. Come see.’

They edged open the door to the god-woman’s door, where they could see her sitting up in her bed, looking out through the window. She turned towards them momentarily and gave a contented smile, before returning her gaze to the blue sky outside. Samuel could see that her battered face had regained its shape and the black and purple bruises and gashes were now almost gone.

‘She is much better,’ Utik’cah stated. ‘Surprisingly so.’

‘So what is the problem?’ Samuel asked him.

‘The healers stated that even with their spells and potions, it would be several days before they knew if she would even live for certain, so horrendous were her injuries. Then, it would take several weeks for her bones to heal and perhaps several months for her to walk well-even with the aid of their magic to help her all the while. She has healed much faster than I was led to believe was even possible. Also, there is one other problem. The three attendants were left to watch over her while the healers went to rest. When the healers returned, the attendants had vanished. We cannot find them.’

‘Where have they gone?’ Samuel asked the man, as they edged back out of her room together and Utik’cah pulled shut the door.

‘I was hoping you could tell me. No one leaves the palace without being seen, and servants of Alahativa do not simply leave their tasks without good reason. Still, they are gone.’

‘I’m sorry,’ was all Samuel could say, ‘but I have no idea where they are.’

Utik’cah regarded Samuel soberly, as if waiting for any more information to reveal itself. When he was content that Samuel would say no more,he nodded and turned away in silence, leaving Samuel to return to his room and his breakfast.

The Paatin healers had little else to do for the Koian god-woman, as a few days rest and a few minor spells would cure the remainder of her ailments. An older, more matronly Paatin woman, quite modestly dressed, was allotted to care for her and the two of them seemed to get along much better, as the old woman had no qualms about allowing her to dress to the Paatin equivalence of an old maid. Shara was her name, and the Koian god-woman seemed happy enough with the arrangement, and did not attempt to assault the old woman with any of the furniture.

That day, Samuel spent every hour attempting to muster his power. He sat on the end of his bed and called for magic. As usual, nothing came in response. He tried again several times but to no avail. He shifted and fidgeted and tried every trick inthebook to calm himself and reach his power but,every time he tried, he felt himself wishing to have his ring and was unable to focus himself.

It was his turn to be surprised when he heard a cough and opened his eyes to find the Koian woman standing in his doorway, observing him.

‘A magician without magic is like a cow without udders, Magician. What good are you now?’

Samuel grunted, irritated that she could sneak up on him so easily. He damned her for lacking all magical presence and damned her again for even existing. It annoyed him to no end that he was no longer unique in that way. ‘What good are you, woman? One day, I will restore my magic, but you will always be you.’

‘Perhaps instead of insulting me,you could ask for my opinion?’ she said smugly from the doorway.

‘I think there is no need for that. You seem to give it without hesitation. And besides, what would you-a woman-know about magic?’

She walked in and stood facing him with her arms folded. It was amazing that she now stood, when hours before she had been on the edge of death.

‘I don’t see that you have anything to lose by trying,’ she told him. ‘And I know many things you cannot begin to guess.’

Samuel considered a number of responses that seemed suitable, but he managed to bite his lip, imagining the retaliatory onslaught of abuse he would then have to persevere.

She carried on despite his scowling glances. ‘If you ask me-and I know you won’t-I’d say you seem to be trying too hard. If you approach any task as a chore, how can you possibly find success?’

‘Don’t you think I’ve tried!’ he shouted out, as he lost his temper. She jumped at the sound of his voice and he felt guilty at the sight. As much as he disliked her, he felt ashamed for being so short-tempered. He stood from his bed and turned away. ‘I’ve tried everything,’ he said, calming himself, but he would not turn back to face her.

‘Then I don’t know how to help you,’ she said flatly, behind him.

He heard her move towards the door, and he turned back tofaceher. ‘Wait,’ he called and she stopped short of the entrance, turning her face towards him. He had thought he would find some emotion on her face, but she looked unnerved by his temper. ‘I want to ask you about what happened after your fall. What happened to those women? How is it that you have healed so quickly?’

‘Why should I answer, Magician, when you have judged me already?’

‘What did you do to them?’

‘What do you think I did? You are ever so quick to point the finger of accusation towards me,OSaviour of Cintar, but we are more alike than you would care to guess.’

‘I am nothing like you,’ he said, again annoyed. She seemed ever intent on infuriating him-and it was working.

She turned her back to him without any hint of response and left, shutting the door softly. If only she had slammed the door, he would have felt better.

Attempting to clear his mind was pointless after that and he spent the following hours pacing nervously. Utik’cah was soon calling at his door, which meant it was time for the battle and Samuel followed the man in abject silence.

‘You will need to meet Alahativa’s expectations this time, Lord Samuel,’ he said as they waited at the arena gates. ‘She has organised a rare event: Paatin wizards to face you. She has ordered your death and they will try their best tofulfilher command.’

‘I thought she didn’t kill her own people?’

‘These wizards have disappointed our Queen and have asked for the chance to redeem themselves. The decision was theirs.’

The gates swung wide and the light was momentarily blinding. As his eyes adjusted to the glare, Samuel stepped out into the arena. Again, he spied Eric waiting in his Order blacks at the centre of the ring and he padded over as quickly as he could to meet his friend.

Eric seemed in good health,well fed and refreshed.

‘You look better,’ Samuel stated.

‘I think they want a better show this time. My cell is not nearly so dismal any more. I even have a bucket. What about you? Have you found the Empress?’

‘No, but I am learning more, slowly.’

‘We cannot wait forever, Samuel. We need to act.’

There was a commotion from the crowd as two Paatin wizards emerged from the opposing gates. The crowd did not cheer, but a murmur ran amongst them. These wizards donned grey,wrap-around cloaks of light material, in the Paatin-style. They seemed powerful and the two of them immediately began gathering power from the pattern around them.

‘Trouble,’ Eric noted.

‘I still don’t have my ring, Eric. Can you handle them?’

Eric was worried, but he made his best attempt to hide the fact. ‘Without a doubt,’ he lied, and he, too, began filling himself with magic.

Samuel felt his heart racing and forced his eyes shut, even reducing his magician’s senses to nothing in attempt to shut out the presence of the two readying wizards. His lips trembled as he recited his mantras of centring. He tried all the mind-calming exercises he knew, but still his power was distant and feeble,too pathetic to even reach.

‘Samuel,’ he heard Eric say beside him, but he did his best to ignore his friend. ‘Samuel!’ Eric called again, with more urgency. ‘I hope you’re ready. They’re coming!’

Samuel opening his eyes to see the two wizards working at their spells. They had already made their shields and were now readying their offensive magic, moving their arms in gestures of casting.

‘Are you ready, Samuel?’ Eric said, having thrown his defences in place.

Two blasts of magic shot out towards them and Samuel dived for cover. The Paatin magic thundered into Eric’s shields. Both spells were heavy, but Eric skilfully deflected each of them aside.

‘No, I’m not ready!’ Samuel called out, quickly picking himself up from the sand.

‘Then leave it to me,’ Eric said. ‘I will try to end this quickly, before they have a chance to learn our weakness.’

Eric gathered magic from his own pool and worked it into a spell. The two Paatin stood patiently and awaited its completion, hoping to measure his strength in return.

‘Make it count, Eric. We don’t want to give them a chance to retaliate.’

With that, Eric unleashed his magic and the spell shot forth with fury. It was a beam of fire wrapped in lightning, and it surged from his hands teeming with wrath. It careened wildly into the ground like a writhing serpent and sent up a great spray of sand as Eric struggled to direct it. It struck the Paatin defences with a roar and the wizards reacted in turn. Their shields squealed, but the brunt of Eric’s spell was turned aside, churning up more sand and scorching the walls.

Stray fragments of magic flew towards the crowds, but the Paatin observers were not caught unprepared. Wizards were sitting in the front row of the crowd and they already had a net of spells in place to protect the audience.

‘You need to do better than that,’ Samuel said, but Eric was not deterred.

‘I’m not finished yet,’ he said and released a second knot of magic that he had readied behind the first.

The beam of fire bloomed to twice its size and beat at the Paatin shield with twice its vigour. The two wizards were barely visible amongst the sparks and fire, but Samuel could see that they were standing calmly as they defended themselves, unfazed by Eric’s effort.

He was disappointed, but Eric was still not finished. With determination,he unleashed another spell, low in power but complex in crafting. It shot out laterally, striking the arena wall at their side and then raced around like a scampering monkey upon the wall, following it towards the wizards. When itwasbehind the men, it sprang out towards their backs, ready to grip hold of them.

‘Yes!’ Samuel declared, a moment too soon, for they had been ready for just such an attack. With a flick of his wrist, one of the wizards easily dispelled Eric’s attempt to catch them unawares.

Eric ceased his efforts and the roar and noise of his spells immediately ceased. ‘I think we’re in trouble,’ he noted. His forehead was glistening with sweat. ‘These two are strong.’

The two wizards left the spot where they had made their stand, and moved in opposite directions. They circled around the wall of the arena, sidestepping and keeping their dark faces to the two magicians.

‘What now?’ Eric asked.

‘They’re flanking us. Let them. Eric, gather more power. You must do all the offensive work while I try to distract their attention.’

‘How are you planning to do that?’

‘Just do it, Eric. I will take care of my part and you take care of yours. I know you still have much more power inside you. This is no time to be coy. We need it now, or we’re dead.’

Eric nodded solemnly and set himself to the task, dropping into Fathoming Stance with his fingers to his temples. The sand shuddered as he pooled more power, but the Paatin wizards leapt into action before he could complete his work. Spells shot out from both of them and Samuel’sheartwas in his mouth. Eric was busy and he knew it was up to him to defend themboth. He heard himself scream with effort as he spread out his arms to each side and called for a spell. The Paatin magic fell upon them from both sides and, incredibly, was stopped short by a barrier of magic. Samuel was astounded and was wondering why his magic had chosen that moment to return, when he realised it had not,for it was Eric who had saved them.

Eric had broken from hisSummoning stance to save them and was now standing defensively, surrounding them in protective barriers.

‘Damn it, Samuel!’ he swore. ‘Do I have to do everything?’

Samuel brought his empty hands back before his chest and looked into them. His magic had failed again. He had hoped that sheer need and desperation would be enough to lure his power from its slumber, but he was not so fortunate.

More spells shot out from the Paatin wizards: quick probing spells that harassed Eric’s shields and tested them for openings. One Paatin then eased back, saving his power,while the other continued to attack them, hoping to wear the Imperial magicians down.

‘Very well,’ Samuel said. ‘Perhaps I can do something else that may be of some use.’

He vaulted past Eric and left their bubble of protection. He began sprinting towards the wizard who had eased his spells, running at the man full pace. The wizard was surprised and cast out his magic, but Samuel had already turned aside and began darting away with the spells at his heels. He heard the wizard curse after him and he only hoped that Eric would act quickly. He had only scant moments left before the Paatin wizard would second-guess his evasive movements and then his luck would run out.

The second wizard ceased his attacks upon Eric and he, too, took up the opportunity to attack Samuel. It was a critical mistake for them and a stroke of luck for the Order magicians for,in the time it took for the man to redirect his spells, Eric had sprung into action.

As the Paatin magic raced out towards Samuel, Eric pulled down his shields and tossed all his power at the distracted wizard. The spell shattered the man’s defences and slammed into him. The impact threw the wizard against the arena wall and left him hanging at the centre of a deep depression on its cracked face. The force of the spell must have been considerable, for a length of seating above that spot fell in and the audience scrambled as their chairs caved into the hole beneath them.

As the force of the spell subsided, the Paatin wizard fell from the wall and crashed limply onto the sand, perished.

Samuel continued his frantic steps until he realised that the other wizard’s spells had ceased behind him. The remaining wizard was now directing his spells at Eric, whom he took to be the greater threat, and who now had no shields in place. Eric saw it coming, but he had precious little time to assemble more defences. His first hastily rebuilt shields tumbled beneath the wizard’s onslaught.

‘Eric!’ Samuel called in alarm. He was powerless to help, so he did all he could do, and began running at the Paatin wizard with all the strength and speed he could muster.

Eric’s spells collapsed before Samuel could get anywhere near the wizard and Eric disappeared amidst a fountain of sand as the Paatin spell exploded in upon him. Samuel continued running, painfully aware that his steps were just too slow and the distance was just too great to do him any good.

The wizard turned towards him and their gazes locked. The Paatin pushed his fists forwards toward Samuel and the same offensive spell burst forth. Samuel had little choice but to maintain his current path and he met the attack at full stride.

Strangely enough, and luckily enough, his magic chose that moment to return and it sprang from him almost instinctively, sounding a familiar click in his head as it erupted from his skin. Magical weaves intercepted the Paatin spell, shunting it aside. The floor to his right, where the wayward spell struck, gushed upwards like a geyser and Samuel had to raise his hand to keep the sand from his eyes.

The world seemedto havegreater detail-not the time-slowing effect that he had sometimes felt in moments of true affinity with his magic-but,as his magic saturated his senses, he could feel everything around him with more clarity and in greater detail. He could see the tiny,irregular spikes on individual grains of sand as they each rained back down to earth. He could see the pock-marked and sweat-beaded skin on the Paatin wizard’s face fold and gather together as the man narrowed his eyes, looking to Samuel with discontent. As individual droplets were brought together, rivuletsrandown his face.

Another spell of sparks and fire came from the wizard and Samuel skidded to a halt. The torrent enveloped him, but his own magic was now at hand, and he grasped the Paatin spell and took it for his own. The flames and lightning encircled him furiously, roaring and flashing, and Samuel turned the spell around and sent it back from where it had come, peeling it from his body and sending it towards the Paatin. The wizard, in turn, strengthened his protective spells to take the blow and disappeared amongst the maelstrom as it surrounded him.

Samuel began summoning some power for his own offence, and it came to him without delay, naturally and vibrantly. It seemed as if all was going well and he was confident of destroying the man before him, when a pop sounded in his ear and his connection with the ether vanished, taking all the magic he had gathered with it. As quick as the moment had come, it had gone,and Samuel was once again left standing powerless.

Not content to hope his luck would return, Samuel leapt into action and boundedforwards once more. The Paatin spell had ended andwith his hand,the man was swatting away the smoke that hugged him. When he saw Samuel closing in, he summoned another spell; but Samuel was now only four strides away and already leaping with all his might.

They collided at full speed, knocking the wind out of them both. The wizard fell beneath him and Samuel recovered first, landing blows to the desert-man’s face as hard as he could. He could now hear Eric yelling out in pain behind him, but Samuel continued pummelling the man beneath him, slamming his fists into the bloodied face over and over. He clawed his fingers around the man’s neck and squeezed tightly, until the wizard’s face turned blue and his tongue came lolling out of his frothing mouth. Only when he was sure the man was dead, did Samuel get up and stumble back towards his stricken friend.

Eric lay alive, but bloodied and half-buried in sand.

‘Here we are again, Samuel,’ Eric groaned. ‘Me, down and injured, and you winning the day. I’m really getting tired of this.’

‘I didn’t win the day, Eric. You did. You evened the odds and all I did was take the honours. I wouldn’t have stood a chance by myself.’

Many of Eric’s bones were broken and the internal damage was terrible. Samuel knelt beside his friend and tried to call more power, desperate for spells of healing, but once again his magic had subsided and would not come.

‘Well?’ Samuel yelled up to the crowd, where he assumed the Desert Queen would be, lurking amongst the sea of on-lookers. ‘Were you entertained? We won! Now get down here and save him!’

He was surprised when a flurry of magic arced down from the stands and Alahativa sailed down beside him, supported on a bed of spells. The crowd began singing and calling out her praises. It was the first time he had seen her use her power and he could see the magic springing from the ring on her finger and flooding within her. Unlike his own experiences, the magic was well regulated and she obviously was having no difficulty in summoning exactly the amount of power she desired.

‘Very well, Samuel,’ she said, looking pleased. ‘You have earned a stay of execution for now. I am disappointed that you still defy my will to see your full power, but you have met my request to see some magic, so I must admit that you havesatisfiedour agreement. Perhaps it is my fault for not arranging a suitable challenge. Still, you will live. Don’t worry about your friend. We will care for him,’ and she threw a spell onto Eric that immediately eased his pain. Already, healers-male and female-had burst from the doors and hustled over to carry him away.

With that, Alahativa sailed back up to her seat on effortless spells, leaving Samuel alone, looking towards the beckoning figure of Utik’cah in the distant doorway. Eric was injured, but he would live. It was not so bad, for he believed the Queen’s healers would care for Eric as she had promised and that meant he was free of participating in these accursed tests for now. Also, Samuel had watched the witch’s spells and he smiled as he recited them back in his mind, heading for the dim doorway beneath the crowds. In its stubborn way, his magic had returned, and that was enough to complete his feeling of victory. If it could be done once, it could be done again.

Samuel was left to rest after the battle, but late in the afternoon Utik’cah arrived, bearing news that he had again been summoned into the presence of his Queen. Wordlessly, he led Samuel through the palace, but this time they followed a new route that lead down through the peacock-inhabited and meticulously pruned gardens.

‘Where are we going?’ Samuel asked.

‘I will show you,’ was the response.

Wishing to test his recovered powers, Samuel hoped he would be able to enter the man’s mind and glean some indication of Utik’cah’s intentions, but it seemed his magic was still being evasive. As he followed his dark-skinned Paatin guide, he found his mind unsettled, more focussed on their destination and he was forced to give up, admitting to himself that he had already achieved enough of a milestone for today.

Skipping down a long set of steep, white-stone, squared stairs, they made their way down to where the river coursed down from the mountain. A large barge lay waiting there, docked beside an ornate stone jetty.Serving girls waited, throwing petals as they arrived, and burly guards stood watching, with their mighty blades hefted upon their shoulders. The barge itself was more like a floating room from the palace than a ship, covered in rugs and furnishings and with attentive servantsclustering around.

Alahativa sat inside the raised pavilion and she beckoned for Samuel to sit in a chair beside her. He did so reluctantly, for their seats were arranged side by side, as equals, and he knew the decision to place the seating like this had been purposeful. It was an intimidating proposal, but he took it willingly, keen to see what kind of invitation she would extend to him.

She smiled at him welcomingly as her servants pushed the vessel away from the dock and began driving the barge forward with synchronised strokes of their long,dipping oars.

‘I still don’t quite know what to think of you, Samuel,’ Alahativa said as they passed through her city. Throngs of her people rushed to the raised riversides and packed onto the bridges at her approach, dropping their bundles and throwing themselves onto their knees in worship. She seemed oblivious to the spectacle and continued chatting to Samuel as they passed. ‘I see your magic was not as elusive as you thought. Your reputation tells of a great magician yet,even when faced with the possible death of your closest friend, you use just a trifling power and kill your enemy with your bare hands. None of my wizards would behave like this. You use the strangest methods, Samuel. Is this, perhaps, what is responsible for your string of successes? Is it possible that you are not the strongest,but insteadthe most cunning,the most resourceful…the most unusual? Tell me your secret, Samuel.’

Samuel listened to her words, but his eyes were now on her finger and the ring upon it. ‘Strength alone will never succeed,’ he said, hoping to throw her off with any words that would distract her.

‘Oh? Then what will? Speed? Cunning? Determination? Which do you consider to be the most vital trait of the victor? Tell me, Samuel,I am curious to have some insight into your inner workings.’

‘There is no single characteristicthat isbest all situations,’ he told her. ‘Likewise, there is no single answer to your question.’

‘Surely you can choose one thing over another? What is it? What does your wisdom tell you?’

‘Is it really an answer you seek, or is it only the way I answer that interests you?’ he asked her levelly.

She smiled knowingly. ‘Aren’t they one and the same, Samuel? Come-entertain me with your wit.’

‘Intent,’ Samuel replied after a moment’s deliberation. ‘An opponent can have every overwhelming advantage, but if they have no desire to win, they are useless.’

‘Intent?’ the woman said with disbelief. ‘How can you choose such a lowly thing? My scholars and philosophisers would laugh. More harm is done in the name of good intent than good.’

‘All the other attributes you care to mention can be made redundant by another. With ultimate speed or strength or another such physical attribute, one could perhaps be the victor, but what would be achieved withoutthewisdom to direct such power? With ultimate wisdom or knowledge alone, one would never act, for suchattributesare useless without direction. Victory is meaningless to true scholars and they would not bother with such hollow pursuits, knowing its pointlessness over time.

‘Intent is pure,for it is without magnitude. There is no greater or lesser intent, only intent in some particular act and,if one can truly perform in unity with his intent, then anything can be accomplished, even with a little of those other traits.’

‘But what if that intent is wrong or simply misplaced?’

‘What is right or wrong, Your Highness? A desire can be a blessing for one and a curse for another, but it can still be achieved by both.’

‘So you say that my war against theWest is wellfounded, even if my armies slaughter your own?’

‘If your intent is pure, then it is wellfounded for you, Your Majesty. Is it really your intent to create a paradise for your people in theWest?’

‘Of course,’ she said.

‘Then if you know your own mind so clearly, you are already halfway to victory.’

‘You magicians speak in the same riddles and nonsense as my confounded wizards. Tell me then, Samuel, what is your intent?’

‘I have already told you, Your Highness. I have come to save a child.’

‘Such a pure ambition! Then one more question for you, Magician. If you believe our reasons are so important, what about those great things we achieve via mishap or circumstance? How do these things fit into your plan?’

‘Don’t you know?’ Samuel said with feigned exaggeration. ‘Nothing happens by accident. Victories such as these are the intent of the gods.’

‘Now I know you are fooling me, Samuel. We both know gods are only the dreams of common people.’

‘I beg to differ,’ said Samuel with a mischievous smile. ‘Common people are only the dreams of gods.’

‘So you invest your values in intent, meaning and reason, Samuel, over other things. It shows you are a man of morals over outcomes-an idealist-and such people can be unpredictable and dangerous. I must say, I cannot agree with your philosophy. We have very different ideas.’

‘Perhaps that is why you are the Queen and I am the prisoner.’

She smiled at this, and he marvelled at the perfect dimensions of her features. Men would probably throw themselves to their deaths just to catch a glimpse of such beauty.

‘You know, Samuel, the war is as good as over. Your quest to return the Empress and her child are pointless. Even if I released them to you now, the Empire would already be fallen by the time you return. Nearly every one of the Turian cities has surrendered in peace. Only Cintar stubbornly remains, bristling with weapons to defy me, and my soldiers will wipe that city from the earth within months. Your little success at Ghant delayed my forces, but they will reach your city eventually. It cannot be any other way.’

‘Even if Cintar falls, the Empire will live through the young Emperor.’

‘Of course. Then I see you realise I can never allowhimto live.’

‘I do,’ Samuel told her.

‘So why, then, do you continue your infernal charade to have me releasehim and his mother?’

‘Because I live in hope. If I can convince you to give up on this war, you will have no reason to kill them and I will have no reason to kill you.’

The Paatin Queen laughed aloud. ‘Oh, you are amusing, Samuel. Am I really forging such a place in your heart that you can speak so openly? Is it love or hate that drives your words? I sometimes get the two confused. But you really are naive, Samuel, and perhaps that’s why I find you so intriguing. Why do you think I would want to end this war when I already have it won? Soon, there will be no Empire to remember and everyone in Amandia will be nurtured beneath my bosom. After a few generations, there will be no memories of the Empire and no one will be interested in the descendants of a long dead Emperor.’

‘True,’ Samuel admitted. ‘But I still cannot condone the death of an innocent woman and child when I have vowed to return them to safety.’

‘Then I will keep them safely, Samuel. How does that sound? I will let them live out their days in luxury in my city and they will not suffer or miss their old lives. The war is over and I have won. Taking Cintar is only a matter of time. I have heard much about the virtues of your Order and I know your duty as a magician is to all the people of Amandia, Samuel, no matter which flag or banner may be raised at the time.’

‘Are you suggesting that I abandon my ties to the Empire and serve you?’

‘I will not command you, Samuel, for I respect your individuality and your value for life. It is something that few of my wizards possess. I only hope you will serve the good of the land. You know much about magic and I know you are much stronger than you have yet shown. My spies have reports on you more detailed than you could imagine. A magician of your unique properties can do wondrous things. I can give you your own Order, free to direct as you choose.’

‘And you would free the Empress and her son, and give them homes in your city?’

‘They are already free, although restricted by walls as you are restricted to the palace. They will be as royalty and never want of anything, I promise, but I can never allow them total freedom. Given the choice, I am sure they will not mind choosing a limited freedom to death.’

Samuel considered the proposition. ‘Then I agree. I will stay and assist you however I can. I only have one condition.’

‘What is it?’

‘I need you to free the rest of my friends.’

‘I would like to grant your wish, but I cannot risk having rogue magicians roaming my palace. Om-rah would tear my city apart if he even suspected that I was keeping Balten hidden away from him. That infernal man has an unfortunate history with my people, so I’m afraid he will need to stay where he is for a while longer-at least until he learns his lesson-and he may die before that. I’m actually surprised that he dared to come back here, knowing full well what awaited him. Your injured friend, too, will need to have patience. He is faring much better than poor Balten, but I need him kept where he can’t get up to any mischief. He has been quite vocal in his cell and he is too powerful to be released until he becomes a little more…manageable. Don’t worry, my healers are taking care of him and he is not suffering. The others, however, will be freed as you desire. The one called Ferse and the Koian, Canyon, will be released and restricted to the palace, on similar termsasyou and the Koian woman. I expect you to speak to them and care for them as Utik’cah has for you. I can’t expect him to spend all his time chasing after you all. He has my armies to command and much other business to attend to.’

‘Very well. But if you don’t want magicians causing trouble, why do you let me roam free? Aren’t you afraid of what I might do?’

‘Oh, Samuel,’ she said, amused by his comments, and she leaned over andpattedhis cheek, much to his chagrin. ‘You look so cute when you say such silly things.’

Their barge had now cleared the city and was idling along in the middle of the river at the beckand callof the current. The oarsmen had ceased rowing and stood stiffly in their places, awaiting further command. At this point, the river had grown wide and shallow, so that Samuel could see the bottom not far beneath their vessel.

‘Follow me,’ Alahativa said and stood, offering her hand to Samuel. He took it and she led him to the side of the barge, where she leaned upon the handrail with her slender fingers and looked out upon her fields.

‘This was once a barren land. I brought the river from the stones andmadefields from the sand. I made life where there was none, and from this spring of life came my people, almost as if from my own womb. I have never had children of my own, but I love each and every one of my people, and they love me. How do you think that feels, Samuel, to be the mother of so many? I must care for them always,beeternally worried for them,remainever mindful of their every suffering. I did not go to war wantonly. The desert sands have begun to devour my pastures and there is no force that can prevent that from happening. I have built this Empire from nothing but sand and I will not see it return to that. I sought a treaty with your Emperor long ago, but he treated my diplomats with contempt and refused, instead sending spies into my deserts to find me-but find me he did not. I did not choose war, but it has been forced upon me. Ajaspah is coming and the Star of Osirah has helped fortify my resolve. My people will fight with the strength of lions and only when the lands of theWest are theirs, will they rest. I have only killed when required and there have been many more battles won without a drop of blood being spilt than those that have required a violent resolution. I have never heard of your Empire holdingoutsuch care for life.’

‘Any bloodshed is unacceptable.’

‘That does not reflect reality, Samuel, and you know it. I know that you harboured a desire to ruin the Empire. I would have thought you could share some of my vision. But perhaps you would enjoy proving yourself useful? My warriors are already fierce and loyal and Utik’cah trains them well, but my wizards lack the strength that you and your friends possess.’

She looked at him expectantly and Samuel took the suggestion willingly. ‘Perhaps I can instruct them further. But what of your arch-wizard-Om-rah?’

‘He has become much too focussed on his own experiments and has let the education of the others suffer. I will speak to him about this and see if we cannot find a way to introduce you without upsetting him too much.’

Samuel raised an eyebrow. ‘I didn’t think any of your servants could deny any request you made? Is Om-rah not afraid of your axemen?’

Alahativa feigned offence. ‘Oh, Samuel. What a terrible thing to say. Everyone in myEmpire can speak openly.’

He forced a thoughtful nod of agreement. ‘Forgive me. I have obviously assumed in error.’

She shouted out a command in the Paatin tongue and her oarsmen snapped into life, half-digging their oars in deep while the others reversed their strokes, setting the barge to spin until they were facing back upstream.

‘You know, Samuel, I think your answer to my question was not entirely honest. Perhaps you sought to judge from my reaction?’

‘Oh?’ Samuel responded. ‘What do you mean?’

‘We both know which characteristic you value most. It is inherent in you-as much a part of yourself as your flesh and bones.’

‘And what is that?’

‘Tenacity. The true victor never gives uponanything he begins. I see that in you, Samuel, as I see it in myself. That is what has brought us together.’

‘Perhaps you are right,’ Samuel told her. ‘While others begin what they believe in, it is only the stubborn who persevere long enough to reach their goal.’

The Paatin Queen smiled and nodded in agreement. She stepped lightly back to her chair and Samuel followed as the vessel crawled back towards the city of Hol. She had given him a clear message: she would not trust him just yet and she knew he would not give up on his mission quite so easily.

‘What happened?’ the Koian woman asked, waiting impatiently in his room for his return.

‘We have more time,’ he told her. ‘And I know where the Empress is being kept. At least, I know where she is not. I’m sure she is not in the dungeons, and I feel she is not in the city but perhaps in another place nearby. The Queen would not risk me stumbling upon her-not yet.’

‘So what will you do?’

‘I need to find out more about where she could be. But,even so, I can’t go yet. I still need to find a way to get the ring from Alahativa’s finger.’

‘If that ring is truly the source of her power, I can’t imagine her ever taking it off.’

‘We shall see.’

‘Do you have a plan?’ she asked him.

‘Not yet, but I am thinking of something.’

‘You say that a lot, Magician,’ she said sourly, then after a moment she piped up quite suddenly. ‘I spoke to her a few days ago.’

‘To whom?’

‘That witch-the Paatin Queen.’

‘What did she say?’

‘She didn’t say anything. She asked me some questions and I answered them-but that wasn’t what she wanted.’

‘Oh?’

‘She wanted to see me-compare me to herself. That is how she thinks. She is vain. She walked around me and examined me, like a wolf encircling a sheep. It made me shiver, but,as she spoke,I learned something important about her.’

‘What is that?’

‘Everything she says is a lie. Even when she believes she is speaking the truth, she is only deceiving herself. Her only ambition is to retain her position as their leader,of being adored. Everything she does is to reinforce her own image and to gain even greater power. She is selfish in every way.’

‘Then this may surprise you. She agreed to let Sir Ferse and Ambassador Canyon free.’

At this, the Koian stamped her foot. ‘I don’t want that fiend anywhere near me!’

‘I thought you wanted to kill him?’

‘I do, but not now-when I am ready. He has a way of telling me things and I always end up believing him.’

‘Then just don’t,’ Samuel said.

‘I wish it were that easy, but I cannot help it.’

‘Then suit yourself,’ he told her.

With that, she stormed out from his room and slammed the door behind her once more. He heard her stomp into her own room and slam that door too, before noisily throwing around the furniture, amid wails of dismay from Shara, her old attendant. Samuel smiled at this, for he felt satisfaction at raising the girl’s ire. Every time he broke through her hard exterior and forced her to show some emotion, it felt like a small victory.

The others were freed as promised and Utik’cah described to Samuel where the Emperor and Ambassador Canyon would be roomed. It was one floor above their own, in asuiteof rooms that matched Samuel’s own in size and design. He made his way upstairs and found the two of them standing confounded in the ambassador’s room, with a set of Paatin beauties standing idly nearby, waiting to be told what to do.

‘Samuel!’ the Emperor declared on sight of him. ‘How wonderful to see you! You look as if you’ve been treated well. I see our hosts have taken care of you much better thanthey did of me.’

‘So to speak,’ Samuel replied. ‘You both look well, considering.’

‘I must say the room and meals left much to be desired, but see what enough complaining has brought me? Now we’ve been given the best suites in the palace!’

‘Where did they keep you? In the caverns?’

‘Unfortunately, yes, but we were treated relatively well. I heard several poor sods being tortured and the likes. I can only be thankful we did not receive the same treatment.’

‘Samuel,’ Ambassador Canyon said anxiously. ‘Where is my god? Have you seen her?’

‘She is well; living just below you in fact, in the room beside mine. She is doing well, despite a small mishap.’

‘What happened?’ he asked, sounding panic-stricken.

‘Oh, nothing of great importance. She took a fall and needed a morning in bed. She got over it very quickly.’

The Koian manbreatheda sigh of relief at this. ‘I have been terrified this entire time-not for me, but for her. What a relief to learn she is safe.’

Samuel was not inclined to believe him at all.

‘So what do we do now?’ the Emperor asked. ‘What are we expected to do?’

‘Nothing. Just sit and wait. You can roam the palace as much as you want, but if you attempt to leave,they will probably kill you. The gardens are as far as you can venture.’

‘We’re free to go outside?’ Canyon asked.

‘Yes. The Queen has granted you her hospitality. Just don’t do anything foolish.’

‘What did you have to do to seal that bargain?’ Canyon asked suspiciously.

‘Nothing,’ Samuel replied. ‘Yet.’

‘Have you found the Empress?’ the Emperor asked.

‘Not yet, but I am nearly there. I just need a little more time to narrow down the search.’

Canyon asked to meet his god after that and Samuel became their guide in the palace. He took them to the Koian woman, who showed no emotion on seeing her countryman and he left them alone to talk, hinting to the girl that he would be next door if she needed him, but she only scowled at him and flicked her finger at him to go.

Samuel called for Utik’cah and the man seemed unhappy that he had been summoned, as if he had been dragged from some important task

‘Alahativa has told me you are free now to do as you please. There is no need to call for me any longer. You know your way around the palace and any of the palace servants will see to your needs, if you can make your intent known.’

‘I would like to see your Queen.’

‘As I have mentioned before, Lord Samuel, one can only go before Alahativa when one is summoned, unless it is truly important.’

‘Then take me to her. It is important.’

Utik’cah sighed and led Samuel away, but this time they climbed into a higher section of the palace that they had not visited before. They passed through a series of narrow, rounded passageways, each decorated with translucent curtains of varying colours that they had to push aside.

‘How many cities are there hidden in the desert?’ Samuel asked as they walked.

‘Nothing is hidden. We all know where our settlements lie. It is only that you don’t. But,to answer your question,this is the only city. Alahativa allows this place to exist, but the desert will not normally support such great populations. We have a few small towns, but most Paatin are wanderers.’

‘I understand there is onesmall townnearby.’

‘Yes-Yi’sit. That is perhaps the next largest settlement after Hol, but it is minuscule in comparison. Its life springs from a small well.’

‘I have not seen many wizards here. Is that where they all live and study?’

‘You are perceptive, Lord Samuel.’

‘And what else is there?’

‘I think it is better you ask Alahativa such questions.’

At that, Samuel smiled, for he was getting to know his Paatin mentor well, and they hadapproacheda topic that the man could notdiscuss. It bode well, from Samuel’s point of view.

Veiled serving girls drew back lush,velvet curtains as they neared their destination. Utik’cah stopped with Samuel at the entrance, and left him to continue in on his own.

Some of the servants had apparently made the Paatin Queen aware of his presence, as she presently called for him from the rear of the room. Samuel ventured in, under the long-lashed gazes of the many waiting girls and women. He had no idea what all of them could possibly be busying themselves with, for their only duties seemed to involve their presence, but he had little time to continue such thoughts.

‘Come, Samuel,’ called the Desert Queen.

Samuel hesitated before another curtained section of the room, but one of the servants whispered to him in the Paatin tongue and motioned for him to continue, so he found the point where the curtains overlapped, and he slipped inside.

He found himself in a small area of cushions, surrounded with candles on stands. Alahativa was sitting amongst the rugs and pillows.

‘Come, sit beside me,’ she urged and Samuel again found himself feeling uncomfortable beneath her hungry gaze.

He went to tread on her cushions but she raised a warning finger and pointed to his sandals, which he deftly slipped off before sitting beside her.

‘I am glad you have come, Samuel,’ she said. ‘I was only just thinking of you. I have something to ask.’

‘Tell me. What is it?’

‘I was not going to demand this of you so quickly, but your appearance tonight is fortuitous, for I have received worrying news. I hear your friends are enjoying my hospitality. Now I have something to ask of you. You are familiar with my arch-wizard-Om-rah?’

‘Yes. Of course.’

‘Then you know that he has become something unnatural. He was once a man, but he has delved too deep into his magics, and they have changed him. Until now, I looked upon him as a resource and a blessing. He has always been loyal to me, but his mind is becoming less and less rational. He is becoming a danger to me and to those around him.’

‘And now that you have me, he is no longer required.’

‘That it perhaps an interesting way of wording it, but yes. As I said, Samuel, the war is all but won. Beasts like him will not be required in my new world. He has grown so powerful that I am not sure I could stop him if I wished. Can you do it? If you live, you will be my new arch-wizard-if that is what interests you.’ She leaned forward and stroked his stubbled chin with her finger. ‘But I forget; you are not compelled by such propositions of power. Be that as it may, you can take the title or not. It will be yours if you choose, but Om-rah is a threat to me. Will you kill him for me? Can you do it?’

Samuel let himself appear thoughtful for a few moments. ‘I can. I will. But as you know, my full power has not yet returned. I will need your help.’

‘I will not assist you in this, Samuel. I am a Queen and I cannot be seen to oppose him-not after all I have done to raise him to the state of a demigod. And he is immune to the poisons and potions I could normally use for this kind of purpose. A scuffle with Om-rah could become quite messy if not ended quickly. And I know what you are about to ask. My ring never leaves my finger, Samuel. I will not let you use it, even for this.’

‘Then it poses quite a problem. I’m not sure if I can do it. He is very powerful.’

‘Then let me think about it, also. In the meantime, there are other matters which we can discuss.’ She leaned even closer and whispered in his ear. ‘I know you are unlike my wizards, Samuel. You have not been“ unmanned”and you still possess the spark of youth, unlike your fellow magicians. Magic has not sapped your strength and I must admit this has been one of the things that has intrigued me most about you.’ Samuel leaned away, but she smiled demurely and sat up beside him. As the fabric of her gown slid, he realised it was altogether transparent, revealing her perfect body underneath. He turned his head instinctively, but she grasped his chin and pulled him back towards her, stifling her amusement at his embarrassment.

‘Why do you laugh at me?’ he asked.

‘For a young man, you are so prudish, Samuel. I don’t mean to offend you, but you are such a source of entertainment to me. I lay myself before you and you sit tightly, as if we were discussing trade or politics or something equally bland.’

‘I am a magician.’

At the word,she began to scoff, but stopped herself short upon noticing his further annoyance. ‘You are a man, Samuel, and I am a woman. It is no more complicated than that. Every day we play our roles and wear our costumes and disguises, but that has little to do with who we truly are. We coat ourselves in the things we wish others to see, one upon another, layer upon layer,burying ourselves like fragile caterpillars within cocoons of deception. We spend our lives building up these facades and decorating them, pretending they are what we want to be but,in truth,they only serve as paper barriers to protect us from fears we have not dared to face. The more of these lies we can discard, the more we can find our true selves underneath. But such a thing is not easy, is it? To face our fears? To lay ourselves bare andbevulnerable? I have always believed that our true strengths lie within our skins, not upon them. I lie before you naked, Samuel-nothing more than what you see. I am offering you myself, and nothing else, wrapped only in truth.’

She smiled-an open and honest smile-and,for the first time, Samuel caught a glimpse of a woman looking back at him, rather than a queen or a witch or a captor.

‘I know my body attracts you, Samuel. I will grant you such pleasures, and in the morning,you need say nothing of it. It is my gift to you,’ and her breath was hot against his neck. Slowly, she began placing her lips against his skin and planting hot kisses. ‘Will you lie with me, Samuel?’ she whispered, kissing him softly. He could hear her breath in his ear and feel it on his skin. ‘Will you serve me?’ He resisted, but his mind started offering him an assortment of reasons as to why this could help to further his purposes. ‘Stay with me, Samuel. I will keep you warm, this cold desert night.’

‘Very well,’ he stammered foolishly in reply,his head buzzing and light.

‘Do you want me, Samuel?’ she said into his ear.

‘Yes,’ he heard himself say and she pulled him down with her amongst the soft rugs and pillows.

When he returned to his room in the morning, the Koian woman was awaiting him, arms folded and looking tempestuous. The old Paatin woman, Shara, was standing patiently, just out of striking distance from the girl.

‘Now I see what has been affecting all your plans!’ she declared. ‘What business with the Paatin witch has kept you with her all night?’

Samuel began to think of excuses, before realising he should not need to defend himself from her. He lashed out with his response. ‘That has nothing to do with anything. Our plans are still the same.’

‘Oh really? First,you come to kill her and now you sleep with her. It sounds like things have changed a great deal. What kind of assassin are you?’

‘I’m not any kind of assassin,’ he said in his defence.

‘Obviously! You seem to be doing it all wrong!’

‘Quieten down,’ he told her. ‘It’s all part of the plan.’

‘Oh? Perhaps you could enlighten me, or is this one of your secrets? Are you even trying to save your Empress any more?’

‘I was trying to get her to give me her ring, but that now seems impossible. She never takes it off.’

‘I’m surethatwas the only thingyou wanted!’

‘She wants me to kill her arch-wizard.’

The Koian stopped at that, and considered the implications. ‘Will you?’

‘I can’t. Not now. I wouldn’t stand a chance. My magic is too unreliable. I need to find Balten. I need to return to the catacombs and retrieve the Argum Stone.’

This seemed to interest her greatly. ‘When will you go?’

He had not really thought of it until that point. ‘Now.’

‘I will come with you.’

‘No, you will not,’ Samuel stated definitively. The suggestion was ridiculous. ‘You can’t go anywhere without your attendant following and you would get us caught the moment you opened your mouth and said something stupid.’

‘I would not!’ she declared, insulted. ‘I can lose that old woman easily and I am used to sneaking around. Any chance I could get, I would sneak out of my temple and slip out into the city to learn what it was that the people did all day.’

‘And look how much that helped you.’

‘Damn you!’ she said and spat on the floor beside his boots. Once again, she stormed out of the room, leaving the little,old woman padding softly behind her.

Samuel waited a few minutes until the shouting next door had receded and he then left his room. He walked casually, heading in the direction he knew the dungeons to be. He had spoken with the Emperor and Canyon about their time in the dungeon, but they were of no assistance with directions.

He made for one of the hallway entrances, hoping they would be less guarded than the main cavern opening. Guards were there and Samuel waited just out of view with his back hard up against the wall.

A spell!he thought to himself and began desperately trying to clear his mind. He fumbled desperately within himself for a spell of sleeping. That would require the least energy and he did not want to kill anyone or cause any alarm that would see him locked in his room. He thought he heard someone approaching and that broke his concentration, but then, calming himself again, he fell into the required state of mind and felt a tingle of energy quivering delectably before him. He caught onto it and slowly began drawing the power into himself, channelling it and melding it, finally casting it out as magic-thin and ungainly as it was.

When he felt the spell had been given time enough to do its work, he peeped out carefully from his hiding spot along the corridor. Three slumped guards upon the floor signalled that he had been successful and he stepped from his hiding spot, almost dancing up to the sleeping trio with glee. Regaining his composure, he noted that there was a Paatin spell set across the entrance, designed to detect the passage of magicians. Fortunately, he had no need to fear it, for his lack of magical presence meant such spells were useless towards him.

Slipping through the magical barrier without event, he peered into the darker, rougher corridor that signalled the start of the mountain and beganto movecautiously inside.

He wandered around fruitlessly for some time and was soon damning himself for forgetting the way, for the catacombs were labyrinthine in complexity. He had to double back on himself many times to regain his bearings, ever worried that he would lose his way and become stuck in the caves. The oppressive sense of the mountain weighed down on him in the darkness and he was thankful for his magician’ssightto guide his way. Several times a sense of panic almost overcame him, and he would hurry back to the closest point of light to recover his wits. There was the odd lantern set here and there, but most of the passages were kept in darkness.

It took him some time to realise that most of the main passages that joined different sections of the subterranean chambers were the lit ones, while the dark tunnels tended to curl around and lead back onto themselves, or finish in drops or dead ends. He doubted the guards ever used them and he suspected that many of them would be unknown, even to the guards, for they would have no reason to venture down such useless passages.

Tiptoeing around, he thought he heard footsteps echoing along the passage behind him. Standing utterly still, he sent his senses back from where he had come, but no one was there. Several times,he needed to dart away from patrols of muscled Paatin guards, but it seemed now his imagination had the better of him. For a moment,he considered the story that Lomar had told him, of something that lurked in the tunnels, devouring those who strayed too far from the lit paths, and he had to shake the disturbing thought from his mind.

He found several doors roughly hewn into the stone during his travels, but he could sense they did not contain Balten. Eventually, he judged he had been gone for long enough and decided it would be wise to go back and return another time, before he was missed. He turned about and made to retrace his steps when he bumped into something in the darkness and it squealed loudly, echoing all through the caverns, with refractions of the noise bouncing back at him from several directions.

After the moment of panic had subsided and he realised noghoul was about to devour him, hescanned the passage with his magicalsight. Strangely, it seemed thathe was alone. Even so,a footstepsounded frombeside him and so he snapped out with his hand,latchingonto a thin arm.

‘What are you doing here!’ he hissed.

‘I was trying to follow you,’ the Koian woman responded, sounding sheepish in the dark.

‘What a stupid thing to do! You’ll give us away. Quickly, let’s go!’

He kept hold of her hand and started dragging her roughly along with him.

‘It’s not my fault,’ she complained. ‘I didn’t realise you would be so hard to follow. Why were you running about so much, back and forth? It looked like you’d lost your way.’

‘Shut up!’ he told her.

‘You’re going the wrong way,’ she said from behind him. ‘It’s that way.’

It was utterly dark and he could not tell to which direction she was referring, but stopping, he scanned the branching passageway with hissight. Finally, he had to admit to himself that she was right.

‘I know where I’m going,’ he said.

‘Then I’ll just shut up and let you get us lost,’ she responded.

‘Good!’

He pulled her all the way back to the main lit corridor, where she broke from his grip and followed him with her arms folded crossly. They tiptoed to the point where they could see the three guards standing outside the narrow palace entrance: each looking nervous and peering into the tunnel towards them, into the impenetrable darkness.

‘Damn. They’re awake. How did you get past them?’ Samuel asked.

‘They were asleep before. It was easy.’

Samuel nodded to himself. ‘Then how do we get out? I can’t use any magic in here.’

‘So you have some magic now? That’s some good news, at least. You’re not as useless as I thought.’

Samuel ignored her remark.

‘I’ll show you how I did it before,’ she said.

‘Before?’ Samuel asked.

‘Of course. I’ve been in here many times now, trying to find the others while you were doing who-knows-what. I would have thought they would have started catching onto me by now, but those three seem impressively stupid-even for men.’

She cupped her hands to her mouth to shout.

‘No! Don’t-’ Samuel began, but she moaned out something to them in the Paatin tongue, using a long and wilting voice. At once, the three men glared into the tunnel with fear and fled.

She chuckled softly and started at once down the passage towards them, with Samuel now following behind.

‘What did you say?’ he asked her.

‘I’ve been coaxing a few words out of Shara. It took some imagination, but I finally got the word forghostout of her. At least, I think it’s something like that. It doesn’t really matter. The effect is the same. Those three must be so afraid of the dungeons now; I’m surprised they still come back. Having you send them to sleep must have really put the fear into them. Also, I know the guards are afraid of the dungeons. They think something lives in here.’

‘And how would you know that?’

‘I’m clever,’ she told him smugly.

‘I have heard that something does live in here.’

‘You are as bad as them, Magician, but perhaps that would explain the body I found-half a body, at least.’

‘What!’ Samuel stated in disbelief, but she started away before he could question her further.

Samuel was trying to slow her down, but she marched straight out into the light of the palace, smiling happily at theabsenceof anyonewho might be waiting tocatch them. He almost choked in fear as she stepped straight through the magical membrane that covered the entrance, but she, too, passed through it without effect.

‘Quickly,’ she said. ‘Let’s go before they get the nerve to return. It’s almost time for them to be replaced, so they will have to come back or lose their heads if they are found absent.’

‘How do you know so much about all this?’ he asked her as they hurried back towards the main corridors of the palace.

‘I’m a god. I told you. My dreams are the hopes and fears of those around me. I may not speak their language, and even their thoughts are unintelligible to me, but I see the activities of this palace played out before me every night in my dreams.’

‘Are you telling me the truth? You must see some interesting things.’

She gave him a knowing smile. ‘Oh, I do! Unfortunately, I have no control over what I see, or whose thoughts they are, or I would have learnt much more.’

They had now reached the populated halls, and the palace staff each stopped their duties and bowed their heads as the two passed. A call of joy sounded far behind and Shara came rushing up to them with relief painted on her face. She had obviously been looking for them all this time and now seemed happy to follow along quietly as she regained her breath.

Finally reaching their rooms, Samuel stopped at the Koian woman’s door and faced her.

‘I don’t want you going in there any more. I will do any searching that needs to be done.’

‘As you wish,’ she told him and promptly disappeared inside, followed by her Paatin shadow. Somehow, Samuel doubted she would listen to him.

‘Don’t you ever send your servants out so you can be alone?’ Samuel asked of the Paatin Queen, for he was ever mindful of the array of guards and servants standing just on the other side of the thin veils that surrounded her bed.

‘What are you afraid they might hear, Samuel? I’m sure they know what we are doing here. There is nothing to be ashamed of.’

‘It just seems a little strange to me.’

‘I thought magicians embraced the strange? Is that not what you do?’

‘Not like this.’ He ran a finger down her smooth back and she wiggled in his arms.

‘They, too, find you interesting, Samuel. I hear my servants giggle and talk about you, but I don’t mind. I like to hear what they say.’

‘What do they say?’ he asked, alarmed by the prospect.

‘They talk about your skin, mostly. None of the Paatin are as pale as you. They find it amusing.’

‘What about you? You are very light in comparison to most Paatin.’

‘My parents were of mixed blood, Samuel. I was born in the lands you called the Eastern Reaches, long ago when the world was quite different. It makes an attractive blend, don’t you think?’ He had to admit she was right, and smiled in agreement. ‘Normally the Paatin despise those who result from mixed parentage, but they do not consider mein that light. I am their queen, worshipped as a god, and nothing else matters, except that I care for them.’

‘I’ve never seen people so dedicated to what they believe. Before this, I thought the Turians wereobsessive, but,as stubborn as they are, few Turians would have sacrificed themselvesneedlesslyfor the Emperor.’

‘It is one of the necessities of their harsh life, Samuel. They are accustomed to doing everything in extremes.’

Another bout of giggling sounded from outside before the serving girls hushed themselves up.

‘What are they talking about now?’

‘They are wondering why I have invited you into my chamber so many times. I rarely welcome any man into my bed more than once. They are making suggestions about your abilities.’ Samuel went red. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Does that embarrass you? I can have them executed if you like.’

‘No!’ Samuel said with a start.

‘Did you think I would do it? How terrible of you. I was only playing. My servants have the sense to know when to giggle and when to be silent. They know me wellenough.’

‘Then tell me, why have you invited me here so many times?’

‘I want your child, Samuel,’ she told him and he immediately drew away from her. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘That’s quite a surprise. You haven’t mentioned that until now.’

Again, she looked as if he should know these things. ‘Why else would we do this, Samuel? Men and woman lie together for love, or pleasure, or to make children. Did you think something else?’

He was not sure what to say. ‘I am quite…surprised.’

‘You are not like other magicians, so I am curious to know if you can sire children or not. Until now, I have not been able to find a man who can father my child. I am hoping that you possess something that the others did not.’

‘I cannot father any children,’ Samuel told her. ‘Magicians cannot. Even if I am different in other ways, I am the same in that. I had a lover for some time and we never had children. I am sure it is not possible.’

‘What about that Koian woman? Have you bedded her?’

‘Of course not!’ Samuel said, insulted by the mention.

Alahativa laughed. ‘You sound so indignant. Are you not attracted to her?’

‘No. She is a childish and spoilt brat. I have never seen anyone so intolerable and rude.’

‘Shehasobviously worked her way under your skin.How intriguing. It is strange that the woman seemsto have no name at all-don’t you think? She claims to have many titles, as would a king or queen, yet she lacks all the civilities and mannerisms of a ruler. And she is such a strange-looking thing-as is her kinsman-yet she is not unattractive in her own way.’

‘Must you continue to talk about her?’ Samuel said quite irritably.

‘There,there. No need to get into a fluster,’ Alahativa responded. She still smiled,as if Samuel’s every reaction was to her delight. ‘We Paatin are much more open about these things than your people are. I have never understood why you of theWest are so guarded about such natural things.’

‘It is just our manner, I suppose. It does not seem right to talk about such things. Still, I am sure I am not capable of fathering young.’

‘Then you should have nothing to fear,’ she told him.

She could sense his reluctance, and she began to stroke his neck gently with her finger and returned to kissing his ear. ‘Then one more time, Samuel. Let me see if you can give me a gift worthy of a queen.’

She entwined herself with him and he quickly forgot whatever they had been discussing, seduced entirely by her embrace. They kissed each other and Samuel was thankful for the large fans that moved back and forwards on the roof, manned day and night by Alahativa’s tireless manservants, moving cool air onto their hot skin. She touched him in ways that had colours exploding in his mind and,each time she stopped, he begged her to continue. She seemed to like that most and she teased him constantly, making him want her all the more.

‘Tell me what you want, Samuel?’ she whispered into his ear.

‘I want you,’ he replied.

‘Is that so?’ she said and he could feel that she was doing something behind his back.

He could not see what she was doing, but when she brought her top arm before him, she was holding her magical ring between her fingers. She placed it onto one of the pillows not far from him and then returned her arms around his neck. ‘There. The ring is yours if you want it. It is within your reach, if you were just to release me and take it. You can have it…or me. The choice is yours to make, my darling.’

Samuel looked at the ring-a band of glinting silver on her pillow-but somehow it was hard to ignore what she was doing to him. His body reacted so much to her touch it was difficult to keep his mind on anything else. He closed his eyes as a wave of pleasure overwhelmed him but then opened them again as she paused and prised herself away so a tiny space appeared between them, letting cool air rush in and between their heated bodies.

‘What is your intent now, Magician? Do you really want me?’

A tiny voice of reason called out to him that he should grab the ring and kill the Paatin Queen as quickly as he could, but it was a soft and feeble sound, so dim and far away that he could barely hear it. All he had to do was listen to it and their mission would be accomplished.

The warmth of her svelte body radiated upon him and she looked at him hungrily and with total confidence that she was irresistible. And she was right.

‘Yes,’ he said. He pulled her back against him and they locked tightly together.

The little voice damned him and he knew it was right, but it was quickly pushed aside and forgotten. As they rolled about on her expanse of cushions and sheets, she smiled to herself knowingly, like the cat thathad wonthe cream.

He awoke with bright sunlight streaming in, for the veils had been drawn aside and Alahativa wasbeingwashedin the great,steaming bath that was set into the floor of the room. Her servants were washing her as she stood waist-deep in the soapy, petal-strewn water.

‘I have a gift for you, Samuel,’ she called to him, ‘to thank you for your efforts.’ Samuel sat up and looked out at the blazing,blue sky outside. ‘I will send you to meet your Empress,’ she told him and he looked at her with interest. ‘Go now. I have business to attend to after my bath. Utik’cah will arrange for everything.’

With that, Samuel clambereddownfrom the bed and drew on the Paatin-style clothes that had been left for him. Somehow, he did not notice or care that he was naked, as he dressed in front of a score or more of Alahativa’s servants. Eager to be away, he rushed from her chambers, intent on telling the others.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The Well of Tears

The procession of laden camels wound out from the splendid city of Hol and passed across the fertile pasture lands. They reached the edge of the desert, where the pale dunes had begun creeping in and smothering the crops, and they started up the sliding sands without a pause.

Samuel was unhappy with being burdened by the Koian woman behind him, as she clung onto him with white knuckles,crushing him tighter with every loping step of the animal. Utik’cah had refused to let her ride behind another Paatin and so Samuel had been left with no choice but to put up with her.

She had seemed equally unhappy with the situation and complained long and loud before even the patience ofUtik’cah began to wear thin andhestarted using terse language. Her arms gripped aroundSamuel’swaist tightly, but he could feel the stiffness in her body as she fought to keep herself separated from him. The arms of Alahativa had snaked around his torso with warm caresses, but the Koian woman’s embrace was clammy and stiff. It was a mystery as to why Utik’cah had insisted that she come, yet the Emperor, who had been overjoyed at the news of his wife’s presence, had been forbidden. Samuel had argued long and loud with Utik’cah about this, but the Desert Queen’s servant was adamant about what could and what could not be done.

The Emperor, too, had hurled abuse at the apologetic Paatin, but it seemed pointless to argue. Utik’cah was bound by his orders, and they could not risk alerting the man to the fact that the one they called Sir Ferse was, in fact, the Empress’ very husband. Reluctantly, the Emperor had asked Samuel to pass his love and best wishes to his wife and child, and to give them the news that he was alive and nearby, waiting for them.

After half the day had passed, a tower became visible, rising from amidst the sands and,as they crested the final dune, they found a walled settlement built around a tiny sprig of green oasis. White-stoned walls surrounded the tiny town and the dunes had blown up against them on one side, forming a ramp against the lip of the wall. Scores of dark-skinned workers were in the midst of clearing the sand awaywith scoops. Laboriously, they filled the woven baskets that had been affixed to the sides of sitting camels; each waiting idly and chewing with their great,bucked teeth. Inside the walls, small clusters of trees and neatlyprunedshrubs struck out vibrantly from the bland surrounds. Several domed towers overlooked the sands. Most obvious of all, the place was saturated with the scent of Paatin magic.

Paatin wizards, dressed in all the numerous ways of the desert people, sat about in the shade. They sheltered from the heat of the day, fanning themselves as they watched the strangers shamble along the boiling street. There were dozens of them sitting in clusters, smoking from chambered,multi-piped implements. Some played or gambled with wooden pellets that they slapped down loudly upon their tables. There must have been several hundred of them just sitting around, and who knows how many inside the buildings.

Most surprising of all was the number of women. They sat beside the menfolk, dressed modestly,quite unlike their promiscuous city-dwelling sisters. Samuel was shocked, for they had the nerve to sit in full view, unashamed of the shimmering fields of magic that surrounded them. Aseach one that gawked at him, he stared back in utter amazement. If only the Lords of the Order could have seen-they would have had fits!

‘They have witches!’ Samuel said to the Koian women behind him, for lack of anyone else to tell. ‘I was just getting used to their healers, but I did not think it would be as bad as this.’

‘You make it sound so terrible. What is wrong with women using magic anyway?’

‘It is forbidden; that is enough. It is against the very nature of magic.’

‘Then someone forgot to tell the Paatin. Perhaps it is your Order that is mistaken.’

‘You don’t know what you are talking about, woman. In your country, all magicians are forbidden.’

‘In my country, we recognise the strengths of men and women both. To us-and to the Paatin,it seems-the sexes are equal in manyrespects. It seems to be your people who are the ignorant ones.’

Samuel gave up arguing with her, as she would not listen to reason. Apart from that one problem, there was also no doubting Om-rah’s effect on the place, for the odour of the magic was tainted and sickly. Nearly every one of his underlings was also streaked with the same repugnant, corrosive stain.

‘This is Yi’sit,the Well of Tears,’ Utik’cah called back as they reached a central square.

‘Abut! Abut!’called the camel wranglers, and the animals began settling down onto their bellies, forelegs followed by rear legs.

Cool,fresh water was pulled up from the depths of the well in wooden buckets and Samuel and the Koian woman quenched their thirst. Samuel let the water spill down his chest and emptied the last portion onto his head to cool himself down. After he had drunk again and wiped his chin dry, Utik’cah motioned for them to follow him.

‘The Empress spends little time out of her room, although she has the freedom of the village,’ the desert-man explained. ‘She does not seem very contented here.’

Samuel surveyed the bare,stone walls. Everything was purely functional, with very little to tempt anyone out of their shady refuges and into the sun. ‘I can’t imagine why,’ he responded.

Utik’cah led them into one the towers and they climbed the curling stairs that hugged the inside wall. They stopped on a small internal balcony, just beforeasingle door. ‘I will leave you alone,’ he said, quietly slipping away.

Samuel knocked tentatively and called within, ‘Empress Lillith. It is Samuel, of the Order.’

He heard feet padding towards them from the other side and the door swung in, revealing the wide-eyed Empress, safe and well.

‘Samuel!’ she declared. ‘What are you doing here? I hope you have come to rescue me. Although…well, Iwill leave it to youto tell me about it. Come in, come in.’

Samuel went in past her, with the Koian following closely. The door was quite small and they had to duck their heads, but the room was spacious inside, darkenedto protect itfrom the outside heat and surprisingly cool. Young Leopold was sitting on a pile of cushions, drawing on some papers. The floor surrounding him was covered in similar scribble-covered leaves.

‘Come, sit,’ the Empress said, directing the pair to aset ofthatched chairs. ‘I must admit,I am surprised to see you here, but I must assume from the lack of excitement that this is not quite the rescue I was hoping for. And who is this young lady accompanying you?’ She peered directly at the strange features of the Koian woman and ran her eyesover herfrom heel to head in the deliberate manner of evaluation.

‘This is an emissary from the Koian nation,’ Samuel explained. ‘She is their god.’

‘A god?’ the Empress repeated sceptically, before realising her manners. ‘Then I am pleased to meet you. Please, call me Lillith. What is your name?’

The Koian woman shied, castingher eyes aside.

‘She doesn’t actually have one,’ Samuel explained. ‘She also does not understand Turian, but it would be pointless to translate for you.’

‘Of course she has a-’ the Empress began, but Samuel cut her off.

‘Actually, she doesn’t. She has all manner of titles, but it’s probably better we just ignore her. She’s more trouble than she’s worth.’

‘Samuel! You should be ashamed!’ Empress Lillith scolded. She then curtsied formally and graciously before the Koian woman, still looking indignant at Samuel’s comments, before retaking her seat and addressing the Koian with a welcoming smile. ‘I’m most honoured to meet you. Please, make yourself as comfortable as you can.’

Still, the Koian woman was silent and straight-faced, staring back at the Empress as if in a stupor.

Samuel gave the Empress a briefI told you solook, before rotating in his seat and putting his back to the Koian woman. ‘Please, let us speak quickly. I am not sure how much time we will be given.’

‘Are you captives? How goes the war?’ the Empress asked.

Samuel took a moment to scan the room with his senses. No spells ofListening seemed present, and there was no one within earshot that he could detect. ‘Our plan to free you is not quite going as well as we first hoped, but we are working on a way to return you to Cintar. I have heard no word of the war since we left, except what the Paatin Queen has told me. I’m not keen to believe what she says, but I would guess that the war continues as expected. I must assume more towns have been lost, but I cannot imagine the stubborn Turians giving in, or that Cintar would easily fall.’

‘I agree with you in both of those assumptions.’

‘I have news for you that may be of a surprise, however. Your husband is alive, and he is with us in the Paatin Queen’s city.’

‘My husband?’ the Empress said with confusion. ‘Edmond? What do you mean, Samuel? The Emperor is dead.’

‘No. He is alive.’

‘What trickery is this?’ she said, suddenly looking pale. Her hand went to her chest and then she looked back to Samuel withdesperatehope. ‘Some kind of magic?’

‘So I believe, but not any magic I know or understand. It seemed Master Celios was expecting your husband’s demise. He preserved his essence and distilled it into the body of another. He is alive, but he is not quite the same man you knew-that any of us knew.’

‘For goodness sake, Samuel. Explain yourself. Whatever do you mean?’

‘He lives on in the body of another: a nobleman called Sir Ferse-’

‘Sir Ferse? I know him well. His wife and I are quite familiar with each other.’

‘Sir Ferse no longer exists, Your Majesty. At least, not as anyone knew him. He and your husband are now one. No one knows about this, as far as I know, except Master Celios and me. He has come here to save you-’ and he looked over to where Leopold was still playing, ‘-and your son. He sends you both his love and hopes he can be with you soon.’

‘This is a shock, Samuel,’ she said, standing and pacing the floor. ‘Magic is a strange and alarming thing. I had no idea such feats were possible.’

‘Neither did I, Your Majesty. Suffice to say,I have talked to your husband at length and I am sure it is true. I wanted to tell you, so you can prepare to meet him. But please be warned: he is not the same man he once was. While Edmond Calais still exists, he is also partially Andor Ferse. They are merged as one, but your husband is by far the dominant spirit. I must say, it has changed him in many ways.’

The Empress retook her seat and looked deep within her thoughts. Samuel let her sit quietly, until she looked up once again.

‘What will we do?’

‘We have come to save you, but we cannot act just yet. The Paatin Queen is strong and she has you stashed within a nest of her wizards. As soon as I find a way, I will come for you.’

‘Who else is with you?’

‘There are only a few of us,and we are internedwithin her palace. Only Lord Lomar is still free.’

At the sound of his name, the Empress looked up, full of hope. ‘Lomar? He is with you?’

‘Yes, although I have not been able to reach him since I was captured. He followed your captors all the way from Cintar in an attempt to free you.’

‘That is good. I must warn you,there were magicians amongst those that captured me.’

‘It would have been the Paatin wizards. Did you see any of them?’

‘Not at all. I was overcome quickly. They used spells and tonics to keep us subdued. I remember only sparse moments-we were confined tightly, secreted away in some tiny space, I believe. It was not until we reached the desert city itself that we were allowed to regain our senses. We spoke with that wretched witch, but,since then,I have not been able to make a single one of these barbarians understand me.’

Samuel then sensed the familiar presence of Utik’cah climbing the stairs towards them. ‘It’s a relief to see that you and the young Emperor have been welltreated. Our guide returns, so it seems our time is already over.’

The Empress nodded knowingly and they waited patiently for Utik’cah to reappear at the door.

‘Apologies, Your Highness,Lord Samuel. It appears out visit will be cut short. A storm is approaching and Alahativa instructed that I return you both before evening, so we must hurry.’

Samuel nodded and stood and the Koian woman shadowed him. ‘It has been a pleasure to see you, Your Majesty. Until we meet again.’

‘Thank you, Samuel,’ Empress Lillith returned, and threw a dark scowl towards the desert-man in her door.

Utik’cah almost boundeddown the stairs and Samuel could not help but follow suit, sensing the urgency in his actions. They had barely reached the tethered line of camels, all sitting and chewing with their jutting,yellow teeth, when Utik’cah was shouting at his team to depart. His men scurried about and began ordering the stubborn animals to their feet.

Samuel had no sooner mounted with the Koian woman clinging behind him, than the desert-men began shouting and starting out the gates. Samuel held on fiercely to the sun-warmed saddle. Already, he could sense the energies of the desert in turmoil. Looking over his shoulder, he could feel the storm approaching-a great tyrant of power rampaging in the distance.

They were only about halfway back to Hol when the desert-men began looking even more anxious. All of a sudden, they began shouting and pulling their camels aside and desperately pulling the bundles from the animals’ backs. Samuel was left not knowing what to do, until Utik’cah came scrambling towards them.

‘Get down! Get down!’ he called.

Samuel slipped from the high saddle and landed spryly on the golden sand, but he had forgotten about the Koian woman latched onto him, and she came sprawling down behind him, head first. He ignored her curses and splutterings as he interrogated Utik’cah.

‘What’s going on?’ he asked with concern.

‘The storm is upon us. It is greater and faster than we expected. We should not have left Yi’sit, but it is too late to go back now. We musttake shelter at once!’

The men had already thrown down some leathers and canvases and had started constructing a number of small, rounded, sturdy-looking tents. Utik’cah grabbed Samuel and the Koian woman roughly and dragged them to the first one that was readied.

‘No matter what happens, wait inside,’ he told them. ‘Sit still and we will come for you when we can.’

Samuel was about to ask what he meant, when a shrill scream sounded and something obscured the sun. Day became dusk as Samuel turned and saw a wall of darkness falling upon them,a storm-front of wind and sand that blocked out the very sun. Utik’cah gave them a shove and they were both insidewhenthe shadow struck. It was a sudden transition from the clamour and panic of the desert-men outside, to an unspeakable howling of wind and shaking of their tent, as if maddened banshees had descended upon them. Their refuge was tiny and Samuel was pressed against one side with the Koian against him. The struts and framework that kept the structure intact rattled and shook violently. The windward side of the tent began to bend in and Samuel could feel the soft sand pushing in upon them.

‘What’s happening?’ the woman beside him asked, but Samuel only hushed her impatiently.

There was no sound of the men outside; indeed,there was no sound other than the overpowering roaring of the wind and,after only a few minutes,a dark line had begun tracing its way up the tent as the sand piled up around them.

As timewore on, Samuel grew increasingly worried, for the line continued to rise and the light dimmed with each moment. Finally, as the creeping line reached the top of their shelter, they were left in utter blackness. Their only solace was that the noise of the storm was now muffled so as to be bearable.

‘Magician?’ came a muted whimper from beside him. ‘I’m afraid.’

‘Just be quiet,’ he told her. ‘We will wait for the storm to subside. Then Utik’cah will come to find us.’

She bumped against him as she struggled to be comfortable.

‘Sit still!’ he told her, for the tent was already deformed under the weight of the sand, and he did not relish the thought of their shelter collapsing beneath itand suffocating them.

‘I need air!’ she hissed back at him, and he could sense that she had sat up.

He did the same and his head bumped into the roof-such a thin barrier to maintain their tiny bubble of sanctuary within the sand. He sat quietly, listening for the others, but all he could hear was her breathing,faster and more urgent.

‘Breath slowly,’ he told her. ‘If you keep that up you will use all of our air.’

‘It is my air to use!’ she barked back at him, but he had no reply for such a statement.

They sat long in the darkness, waiting for some sign of rescue. It was hot and Samuel could feet condensation on the inside material when he brushed against it. Distantly, the storm continued to murmur, whispering its secrets in some timeless,unintelligible tongue.

‘Why did you lie to your Queen, Magician?’ she said after some time, breaking the silence.

‘Empress Lillith? What do you mean? I did not lie to her. What do you know? You cannot even understand when we speak.’

‘I don’t understand the words but I understand your tone and the expressions on your face. The word forPaatinis the same in any tongue, and I have heard you call me a witch enough times to know that sound. You spoke as if you disliked the Paatin witch, yet you have bedded her and continue to do so.’

‘Only to get what we need. It is not something the Empress needed to know.’

‘I think you lie to yourself, also,’ she told him. ‘It is not something you were forced to do. You choseto doso willingly.’

A moment of silence.

‘It helps our cause,’ said Samuel.

‘She is responsible for countless deaths,for killing your friend and my countrymen.’

‘Why do you sound so insulted? Have I done anything to you?’

‘I was stolen from my family, raised as a god and used as a puppet. Even now,I am a toy for Canyon and the likes of you. My life was stolen and I know nothing about common people or their lives. All I see are the ghosts of their fears and ambitions, played out in their colourless dreams. I can see the lives of those around me, butInever participate, because I don’t know how. I have spent every moment in some temple or hidden away, practising pointless rituals. Why should I not be insulted? All I want is for someone-anyone-to be honest with me. You were the last person in the world that I had any faith in. Is it so much to ask?’

Samuel had no comforting words for her and he lay back down as best he could, with his knees bent up to keep his feet from pressing against the wall of the tent. It was much later before she did the same, wordlessly shifting down beside him. After several hours, the hum of the storm still sounded, but Samuel guessed it was now night time above them.

‘Can you not even make a light for us?’ she asked, but Samuel did not even try. Everything she said seemed designed toirritate him.

He awoke many hours later and listened for the storm. It was very dim, but he could hear it just on the edge of his perception, droning far away. Her steady breath sounded beside him and he guessed she was asleep. There was a weight across his chest and it took him a moment to realise it was her arm. His own arm was leaden and bristling with pins and needles, for she had rolled upon it. He tried to pull it out from beneath her, but it caused her to stir and she rolled even closer,with her nose against his shoulder.

He could smell scented soap in her hair and he was wondering if he should just ask her to move, when she sidled against him and kissed his cheek. Again, he was not sure if she was awake, so he froze still. Again she kissed him and he felt her fingers crawl up to his chin, where she pulled his mouth against her own. The warmth of her lips was welcoming and he began to kiss her in response. She hugged him properly and he then knew she was no longer asleep. Wordlessly, they lay together, embraced in darkness.

Voices and rough scratching against the outside of the tent roused Samuel and a brilliant slit of sunlight fell in upon him.

‘Samuel!’ came the voice of Utik’cah. ‘I-’ but the voice stopped and the opening was shut again as quickly as it had opened, leaving Samuel blinking at the dim light that found its way through the coarse material. ‘I will give you a moment.’

Samuel realised he was still intertwined with the Koian woman. Her eyes were wide open, and she was looking at him-horrified. She squirmedaway fromhim and he found his clothes scrunched up behind him against the wall of the tent. It was difficult, but he managed to wriggle his way into his robes while she held her own clothes across herself, watching him all the while.

He scrambled out of the tent and almost tripped over the lip of the incision that Utik’cah had made, crawling along the short tunnel that had been burrowed through the sand. Outside, it appeared as if he had emerged from the side of a dune, and the desert had moved completely from its place before the storm, leaving them at the base of an enormous wall of white sand, rising almost vertically above them. It seemed remarkably lucky that their tent had only been buried a short distance from the edge.

It was early morning, but already the sun was gaining inheat, punishinganything caught beneath it. The other desert-men all seemed accounted for, but the camels were nowhere to be seen.

‘It isgoodthat you survived,’ Utik’cah noted. ‘These sudden storms can be ferocious and deadly.’

‘Did everyone survive?’

‘Yes. We know the ways of the desert well. I was only afraid for you. I thought you mightdo something foolish and bring your roof down upon your head. I trust you found a way to pass the time.’

Samuel ignored the remark, peering out at the other men as they continued to pull their belongings from beneath the sands. ‘What of the camels?’

‘We set them loose. They also know how to weather these storms and will eventually make their way back to the city. Unfortunately, this means we must continue the rest of the way on foot. It will not be comfortable but,now that the storm has passed, we are safe.’

A grunting sound followed and the Koian woman came stumbling out from the tent, as if ejected from the side of the dune. She adjusted her clothes, looking indignant. Noticing Samuel and Utik’cah looking at her, she threw them an evil glare.

‘Avert your eyes!’ she hissed and they both did so, before her temper waselevatedany further.

‘No mentioned of this, please,’ Samuel whispered to the man beside him as the Koian woman strutted away in no particular direction.

‘There is nothing to mention,’ Utik’cah responded.

There was no doubt the Koian woman avoided him in the days after thatepisode in the tentand Samuel was glad for it. Upon arriving at the palace, he had told the Emperor of his visit with the Empress,and the man had been elated to learn that his wife and child were well. Samuel returned to visit the Queen on subsequent nights and she was attentive but,for some reason, shehad lost much of her passion and attended to him without the spark that had first enticed him. Either that, or perhaps he had lost his interest in her-he could not be entirely sure.

It had been some time since he had ventured into the catacombs and earlyonemorning hecreptaway stealthily, knowing full well that the Koian woman next door would not be awake at such an hour.

He had found an abandoned room in the palace where the floor had fallen in and, as luck would have it, the hole led into the tunnels beneath the palace. This entrance, too, had been covered with a spell of detection, tuned to catch the passing of any living creature but,of course,it slipped over him as if he did not exist. He could enter and exit this way asoftenas he pleased, and he did not have to bother finding ways around the fearful guards. It wasaless direct route, for he first had to navigate a twisting spiral of cobwebbed tunnels beneath the palace before he could enter the mountain proper, but he was in no particular hurry.

He kept a map of his explorations in his head and,on this occasion,he delved further and deeper into the mountain than he had ever beenbefore, but still without any sign of Balten. With each trip,he hoped to reduce the number of tunnels that he had not yet seen, but each trip only revealed more endless passages that required exploration.

He found all manner of cells,ranging from comfortable furnished rooms, to broken and abandoned holes in the floor. Some were filled with torturous devices or had been flooded with water and he guessed there were perhaps hundreds of prisoners held within those dungeons. He dared not free any of the poor souls he found, or even give away his presence, for he did not want to risk anything that would give his actions away. Only if he was eventually successful in finding Balten and in regaining his ring could his plans come to fruition.

After several hours, once again defeated, he returned to the surface and madeitback to his room.

He was surprised to find Utik’cah waiting for him there.

‘Out walking?’ the Paatin asked.

‘Yes,’ he replied plainly.

The desert-man accepted the answer at face value and continued, ‘Alahativa summons you. I would be quick, if I were you.’

That was all he needed to hear and Samuel started off at once to see why the Paatin Queen had called for him so early in the day.

On reaching her hall, it was immediately apparent that something was wrong. She was standing upon her dais, waiting angrily. The Emperor, who stood below, waited patiently,his hands clasped by his front.

‘What is happening?’ Samuel asked, coming to stand beside the embodied Emperor. ‘Why have you summoned Sir Ferse?’

‘Sir Ferse?’ she said calmly, although Samuel knew her expressions wellenough by now to know she was furious. ‘Interesting that you should use such a name. I know you and your party came here to kill me and retake your Empress, Samuel. That is no surprise. I had thought those who had accompanied you were of small interest, for I hadreceivedlimited reports on Sir Ferse: a court member of little importance. However, it seems you magicians are still capable of surprises. I did not expect-as I’m sure no one did-that the Emperor himself would somehow accompany you. While it is true that few in my city would recognise him, I am led to believe that his disguise is rather…convincing. But what comes as the greatestsurprise is that, from all accounts, he has been long dead.’ Samuel tried to withhold his own surprise, quite poorly. The Emperor, however, remained resilient and showed no emotion at all. ‘So please forgive my lack of courtesy, Your Majesty for,if I had known it was you, my hospitality would have been more fitting.’

‘Think nothing of it,’ said the Emperor. ‘I am glad that this charade can end.’

‘Of course I will have you moved to a more appropriate room, befitting a man of your standing.’

‘My room is fine. I have given up my station as Emperor and, if you don’t mind, I would rather as few people learned of this as possible.’

‘As you wish,’ she said,with a deliberate bow of her head.

They waited for her to say more, but she was silent.

‘Is that all?’ Samuel asked.

‘It is,’ she replied, with a fuming expression.

They turned together and left.

‘This is very bad,’ Samuel said to the Emperor as they hurried along the halls.

‘Why is that?’ Edmond said back to him.

‘She is very,verymad.’

‘I sensed that. What will she do?’

‘I don’t know, but when she gets angry, people die. We will have to wait and see.’

Samuel was glad that there was no summons to come to her chamber for the next few nights. Instead, he spent as much time as possible exploring the catacombs.

The Koian woman was still being evasive and so, when he was not delving beneath the mountain, he had little to do but chat with Canyon and the Emperor about their possible plans, all of which hinged on him regaining his ring.

Each day, he continued his attempts to recover his magic, with little result,savethe odd spark and the occasional trembling mage-sphere of glowing light. It seemed his power existed, which was some consolation, but it was still evasive and unreliable. At this rate, it would be years before he could reliably cast a worthy spell.

A servant waiting at his door one evening was a signal that Samuel had been summoned again by the Queen, and he hurried off. He was half-hoping that he would be led to her bedchamber but,instead,the servant once again guided him towards herreceptionhall.

‘Why have you summoned me, wondrous Alahativa?’ he said. He already knew that something was wrong, for the Paatin Queen was standing with her back to him, surveying her city through the misty veils on her balcony. Several men and a woman lay dead on the floor, crushed by magic, and Samuel did his best to ignore their grimacing corpses.

She turned and came back inside, brushing through the translucent cloth. It was the first time he had ever seen a worried expression on her face.

‘I have had worrying dreams these pastfewnights, Samuel,’ she said. ‘I have been counselled by my highest seers and astrologers, but their advice is worthless.’ As if to illustrate, she gestured to them, splayed out on the floor. ‘The Star of Osirah shines brighter, but it cannot burn the worries from my heart. I want to know if you, my darling, my most trusted magician, can helpeasemy burden?’

Samuel cleared his throat. ‘Tell me what is bothering you and I shall endeavour not to disappoint you.’

‘My dreams are troubled. I see days past and events long gone. I see loved ones and lost ones and people that I know well, yetwhomI have never metin this life. I am generations old but,in truth, my own childhood was told to me by our scholars, for it was so long ago that I cannot remember it. I always attributed such longevity to my beloved ring, but now I have witnessed these dreams, I am not so convinced.’ She ceased her stalking up and down and turned to face him directly. ‘Do you believe that I could have had other lives? I have never heard of such things, but these dreams are torturing me. They are so vivid,so real. They are more memories than dreams but,for this to be so, I would have to have lived another life that I have since forgotten; indeed,many lives for,in each, I am a different person,in a different place, in a different body.’

Samuel immediately thought of the Emperor. Before learning of his transfer into the body of Sir Ferse, he would never have thought such a thing was possible. The Paatin Queen’s words seemed eerily familiar.

‘I do not know what to say,’ he told her. ‘Perhaps they are merely dreams?’

‘They are not!’ she roared and one of the muscled menwholined her room actually bolted from his position in fear and fled through the door. Luckily for him, she failed to notice and continued stalking her dais. Magic had begun to boil from her finger and it surrounded her like a tumultuous liquid, curling and twisting around her. ‘I know dreams from truth, Magician. Don’t taunt me with such stupidity. I don’t know what it can mean. You are useless. Leave me be! Go, before I do something I may regret!’ she commanded and Samuel backed away from her as quickly as he dared. She continued muttering to herself as he left the room and he felt her magic lash out in furious,sporadic bursts. It did not bode well.

Another week passed and Samuel grew anxious about the uncustomary behaviour of the Queen. The Emperor had also begun acting strangely, looking distant and thoughtful at times, and losing his temper and having tantrums at Samuel, demanding he hurry up and find his ring.

The Koian woman was also behaving strangely, for she had surrounded her bed with all the furniture and blankets from her room, stringing and piling the sheets to form a makeshift shanty that she inhabited all day. Shara brought food and water to the woman, but she rarely ventured out, and ran back behind cover if Samuel or Canyon attempted to speak with her. She had covered her face with the make-up that had been provided to her, but in a hideous fashion, scribbled and smudged all about. When they beckoned to her, she only croaked at them from her hole and told them ‘Begone’.

Samuel ignored such behaviour and left the woman to her strange habits. He then had to resort to Canyon for the occasional civil conversation. The man was polite, but aloof,and so Samuel was left with nothing to do but venture beneath the mountain at every opportunity.

He had been hoping for Lomar to appear and miraculously save the day, but more wizards had been attracted to the palace by the Queen’s erratic behaviour and that made the prospect seem even more remote.

It was only as he was tiptoeing about beneath Mount Karthma, far down in the deeper reaches, that Samuel finally had a change of luck. Peering into a row of neat cells, he found that light was pouring from beneath the door of one and he was delighted when he sensed the familiar presence of Eric on the other side.

‘Eric!’ he hissed. ‘Is that you?’

‘Samuel!’ came the excited reply. ‘What took you so long? Let me out of here!’

‘I can’t. Not yet. There’s nowhere for you to hide and I can’t risk alerting the guards until I have found Balten.’

‘Then at least open the door for a moment. I can’t stand it in here.’

Samuel pulled back the heavy bolt that had been pushed into place, and it groaned as he eased it out of its rusty slot.

‘Thank goodness!’ Eric said and stepped out, stretching his arms wide as if to relieve his cramped muscles. ‘I thought I was going to be left in there forever.’

‘What of your wounds?’

‘Much better. The healers have been coming every day. They cannot use their spells down here, so they cover me in their vile ointments and make me drink some wretched concoctions. I must admitthough,they do seem to work quite well.’

Samuel peered into Eric’s cell. There was a small bed, a bucket of clean water and a bucket for waste. It looked as though Eric had spent a lot of time on his cot, for it was littered with papers and notes.

‘At least you’ve kept yourself occupied.’

‘If it can be called that. I’ll go mad if I’m in here much longer. I need to get out and feel some magic! How much longer will you be?’

‘I don’t know. Not long,I hope. A few more days. This passage marks the end of the southern portion of the catacombs. I only have the eastern section remaining and I am hoping to find Balten somewhere there.’

‘Well,I hope so. What news from above?’

‘Don’t ask. Everything is going awfully, but if I can just get my ring,we can finally get out of here. I know where the Empress is and I’m fairly sure I can lure the Paatin Queen away from her wizards and overpower her.’

Eric nodded. ‘Then don’t forget me. You may need all the help you can get.’

‘I’m certain of it.’

‘Well. What are you waiting for? Go,’ Eric said, strutting back into his cell. ‘Lock me in and go find Balten. The sooner you find him, the sooner you can get me out of here. Just don’t get caught! You’d better get going. The guards check on me quite often and they’re due back soon.’

‘All right then. I will see you soon,’ and with that he pushed the door shut and locked it tight.

‘Samuel!’ Eric called from within.

‘What is it?’

‘I heard something shuffling around out there before. There are strange sounds from the tunnels, and I also heard screaming. Have you seen anything strange?’

Samuel immediately thought of the rumoured ghoul of the catacombs, but decided against frightening his friend. ‘I’m sure it is only the guards. But keep your lamp welllit, just in case.’

He could already sense some guards approaching and just managed to dart aside as they came sauntering down the passage. He waited for them to pass and crept back out, guided by his memory and sense ofsight.

He made his way along the deep passages where few ever ventured and was about toheadback towards the main tunnels, when he heard something ahead. He stopped, silent, and felt a wizard approaching, so he slipped into a narrow crevice in the wall of the tunnel, opposite a set of bolted doors. Someone had been moving around in one of the cells he had just passed and so he had to be careful, moving with complete silence to keep his presence unknown.

The crevice was deep enough so that he could fit his whole body in and he wedged himself around a tight corner at the end so as not to be seen. Staying quiet, he poked his head out just a touch, enoughto see the telltale energies of the wizard approach, dangling like blue-green sparks in the air. Along with the normal points of energy, purple magic seethed and its stench burned into his nostrils. No natural light came to shine on the walls, so whoeverwas coming his waywas walking in perfect darkness. Either they knew these tunnels well, or they had some other means to find their way. He knew some of the Paatin had this traitbut,as the wizard approached, the vile energy grew denser until Samuel knew for sure who was coming.

‘Om-rah!’ he whispered softly.

Hulking footsteps clattered along the passageway as the arch-wizard neared and Samuel could hear his loud and forceful breathing. It sounded like a horse labouring for breath after a hard ride. A strange,guttural clacking followed and Samuel had no idea how the man could make such sounds.

He waited, perfectly still, and he could feel the enormous wizard’s steps reverberatingon the stone floor and hear his great bulk scuffing up against the narrow tunnel walls. The wizard had just reached Samuel’s hiding spotwhen, much to Samuel’s alarm,hestopped. Samuel could hear him standing there, still breathing heavily and shuffling about. There were some sniffing sounds, and he could hear the fiend moving around in front of the crevice.

Something sharp was pushed towards him and Samuel could hear it scratching around just on the other side of the protruding stones. He was safe behind his corner,if only the wizard could not reach too far.

He looked down, feeling a movement of air against his ankles, and noticed a hole in the wall by his feet. If it was deep enough he may just be able to push part of himself inside it. Still, he had no room to move and if Om-rah was looking intothecrevice, he would be seen as he manoeuvred himself into it.

A voice sounded from inside the cell and the scratching sound withdrew fromthecrevice. Om-rah turned about with a huff of air. It was a Paatin within the cell and he called out from his prison in a querying tone.

Samuel heard the bolt of the cell door clatter as Om-rah fumbled with it in the darkness. The prisoner continued to call out, more urgently, but the wizard did not reply. The bolt squeaked out of place and Samuel’s blood froze as he heard the great bulk of Om-rah hurry into the cell. The prisoner screamed, but his efforts were quickly cut short. Something wet slapped onto the floor and it was followed by a blood-curdling,crunching sound. Om-rah continued shifting about, slurping and munching frenetically, but the prisoner was ominously quiet.

Very slowly and very carefully,Samuel edged onto all fours. Painfully aware of every scuff and sound, he eased backwards on his knees and elbows into the hole as the arch-wizard continued his meal. He had seen something of the wizard before and he knew Om-rah was not entirely human, but this showed how much of a monster he had really become.

Thankfully, Samuel found that his hole actually continued deep behind him, forming a narrow tube that opened wide at the other end. Following it feet first, he found himself emerging from the hole, high up on a ledge that looked down on another twisting length of dark passage. Thanking his luck, he dropped down, leaving the horrendous sounds of Om-rah behind, and padded away to find his bearings. At least now he knew what had been killing people in the tunnels and would not have to waste any more time with thoughts of ghost stories.

It was another week later still when Samuel felt the Queen’s magic at work. He went investigating, as the bursts were becoming more powerful and frequent. The crashing sound of walls tumbling sounded after each flash of power and he was sure she was sending spells down upon her own palace.

Utik’cah was waiting outside her room, standing nervously,and Samuel hurried up to the anxious desert-man as carefully as he could. Already, he could hear Alahativa shouting and ranting inside.

‘What is she doing?’ Samuel whispered.

‘She is with your Emperor again,’ Utik’cah explained. ‘My Queen commanded that I bring him and she has been questioning him at length. So far, she has not killed him, but she has slain most others in the room. I don’t know what has affected her. She has killed most of her favourite servants. She is becoming more and more distressed with eachpassingday. I have the healers making potions to calm her, but today she will not take them.’

‘Let me see,’ Samuel suggested, but Utik’cah caught him by the shirt.

‘You risk death,’ he said grimly, but Samuel pulled away and strode inside.

More servants lay dead than still remained, and those still living were all splayed on their knees with their foreheads to the floor, praying or shivering or blubbering with fear. The Emperor was standing defiantly before the Queen and she was shouting at him furiously. Magic ran from Alahativa’s fingers and dripped sizzling to the floor.

‘Samuel!’ she roared oncatchingsight of him. ‘How dare you come before me unsummoned!’

The Emperor said something to placate her and Samuel managed to walk all the way tohisside without being struckdown by her spells.

‘The Queen and I have been having an insightful conversation,’ Edmond said.

Alahativa looked greatly disturbed and she shook Samuel by the shoulders, staring at him as if crazed. ‘I have solved my dreams, Samuel! I know what they mean and so does he!’ she said, gesturing to the embodied Emperor.

‘Actually, I don’t understand what she is talking about, but she refuses to let me leave.’

‘Lies!’ the Queen hissed. ‘He ever lies! He knows my dreams! He is in them. All of them! He knows who he is!’

‘Calm now, Your Majesty,’ Samuel pleaded. ‘Please help me to understand what is happening.’

‘Each day, my memories return. I should have known when I first learned that the Emperor had survived-not only survived, but in a body not of his own. He, too, knows what it is like to be cast into the body of another. In another time,inanother life, we were lovers, but he refuses to admit the truth!’

‘I don’t deny it,’ Edmond said. ‘I do not deny that past lives are possible, especially given my present state, but I have no recollection of any life with you and I simply don’t remember any of these things you are raving on about.’

‘Why are you doing this to me, Thann? Is it because of her? Can you possibly love yourEmpress more than me? Or is it the boy? That’s it, isn’t it? I could never bear you a son and she has given you what you always wanted.’ For the first time, the Emperor looked rattled by what she was saying. ‘Then damn you, and damn them, too! Om-rah!’ she wailed and a heartbeat later the hulking wizard had alighted on the balcony outside. If it had not been so sturdy, it would have been torn asunder, for the room shook as he landed.

It was amazing that Samuel had not felt the man’s presence until he had already alighted-but perhaps he had been too distracted by the Queen’s spells.

‘Go swiftly now to Yi’sit. Kill the Turian woman and her boy. Make sure this night is their last.’ No sooner had she spoken than the arch-wizard had vanished into the air with a snap of black cloth and a clatter of his wings. Alahativa turned about, her eyes wild with emotion. ‘You see? Perhaps when they are dead you will have reason to remember me?’

‘Don’t kill them! I beg you!’ the Emperor said and Samuel could see the genuine desperation in his eyes. He dropped to his knees. ‘Don’t do it! I implore you!’

‘It is done. Om-rah has gone to see to it and I could not recall him even if I wanted to. Get out of here, both of you!’ And she turned from them and returned outside onto her balcony, laughing hysterically as she overlooked her city.

The Emperor immediately grabbed Samuel by the arms and pulled him towards the exit from her room. ‘Quickly!’ he said.

‘What is wrong with her?’ Samuel asked as they rushed past the confused form of Utik’cah.

‘I have no time to explain, butmy wife and sonmust be saved. Please, do whatever you can. You must reach them first!’

‘I cannot,’ Samuel protested. ‘That winged beast will get there in a fraction of the time I could. Without my ring I am powerless.’

‘Then get your blasted ring!’ the Emperor roared out.

Samuel stood firm and looked the man level in the eye. ‘I have no way to get it or evenofknowing where it is unless I can find Balten. Of course I would gladly save the Empress, but there is nothing I can do! I can scour the last sections of the dungeons, but unless something miraculous happens it will just take too much time.’

‘Perhaps I can assist,’ came a third voice and both of them turned towards a hooded figure, shrouded in shadow and lurking outsidethe window.

‘Who is that?’ Samuel said, peering into the darkness,and the figure climbed in, into the light and threw back his hood. At first,Samuel thought it was one of the Paatin wizards for he was dark-skinned and surrounded with a veil of spells and magic of illusion. ‘Lomar. I should have known.’

‘I have been waiting nearby, but the Queen’s tantrum caught my attention and her wizards’ spells are in turmoil. The palace is in chaos and everyone is fleeing to be away from her, or else I would not have been able to enter at all. I have learnt where Balten is being kept. At least, I have obtained a set of directions. If you know the tunnels well, I can describe the way.’

‘Then let’s go,’ Samuel said. ‘Om-rah has the headstart.’

‘From what I understand, it is not far if you know the way, which fortunately, now I do. That Paatin beast can fly, but not quickly. He is fat and encumbered by his armour. If we move fast, we can still save her.’

The Emperor’s eyes lit up. ‘Then quickly-go! Go, Samuel, and I will be forever in your debt.’

Samuel turned to Lomar and nodded,and the two of them raced away, leaving the Emperor behind.

These floors were populated only by the occasional quivering servants, but they met several wizards and scores of armed Paatin soldiers as they rushed towards the catacombs. Lomar felled most of them without hesitation, his magic strikingout furiously.

Before the gaping main entrance, Lomar paused. ‘As soon as we break the barrier, they will know we are here,’ he said. ‘However, they will not know if we are breaking in or out, so we should still be able to avoid them for a time. I would guess few would ever have the desire to steal their way into such a place. It will only mean that we must make our escape quickly, before the tunnels are overrun with guards. There is no point in wizards coming in to find us as they would have no power while under the mountain. Unfortunately, we will also be powerless if we are found.’

‘Then let us be quick,’ Samuel responded.

Lomar threw some spells of concealment over the two of them and they ventured in, sneaking behind the dozen guards who stood before the great entrance at the ready. Samuel tiptoed across the threshold first but,as soon as Lomar attempted to follow, a great wailing sound began from high above.

The guards looked about in confusion as tothecause of the alarm, but no one came bounding out of the tunnel mouth towards them and they could not spy the two magicianspressedagainst the wall.

As more guards came streaming out of the dungeons to see what had caused the commotion, Samuel and Lomar slipped in behind them and beganto movehurriedly along the main tunnel. They stepped into the first side tunnel they met, just as another group of spear-bearing soldiers came running by.

Samuel moved confidently in the dark,andLomar trailed as best he could with his fingerstrailing alongthe wall. Occasionally, they caught sight of a guard station, where two or three of the brutish thugs stood waiting in the lamplight, alert for escaping prisoners. They could not move directly through these spaces and,instead,had to rush around to find alternative routes.

They seemed to walk for a long time, deeper and deeper into the mountain, following Lomar’s directions, but Samuel knew it was the way of the stone to make time seem to pass so slowly.

‘Wait!’ Samuel said as they passed a familiar branch in the passage. ‘We need to free Eric.’

‘Of course,’ Lomar agreed and they started along the way that Samuel had directed.

Luckily, they did not need to go far and they soon found the passage that held their friend. Eric stepped joyfully out of his cell, thankful he had finally been set free. They grabbed a lamp that hungnearbyand took it with them to guide their way. Samuel explained everything to Eric as they went, hurrying along as quickly as they dared.

They had passed many doors and passages of varying types, diving deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, when they arrived at a sloping passage at the core of the mountain. The tunnel was long and straight, so tight in places that they had to squeeze through, and they continued on until it seemed to come to a dead end. Stooping, Lomar prised open a trapdoor on the floor, first unlatching the multiple iron bars that had kept it sealed shut. At once, Samuel felt the spark of magic lingering inside. An awful stench of rot and filth also issued from the hole and it made the threeof themstep back to get their breaths.

‘We will be needing this,’ Lomar said, pulling a length of study rope from beneath his Paatin clothes.

A narrow shaft led down from the surface and Lomar attached one end of the rope to the trapdoor and dropped the other into the darkness.

‘Balten!’ Samuel called into the hole, but no one answered his call.

‘We will go down. Guard our escape,’ Lomar instructed Eric.

‘How?’ Eric said, looking around himself for some form of weapon, but the others had no answer for him.

Samuel started first and slid carefully down the rope, using hissightto guide him between the walls. Lomar followed with the lantern held firmly between his teeth. The shaft opened out after a short way and they found themselves descending into a widening pit.

As they hopped onto the stone floor, the lantern light illuminated the crumpled figure of Balten leaning against the wall as if mummified. He was alive, but barely.

‘Balten!’ Samuel hissed, squatting down and holding the man firmly by the shoulders. ‘Wake up! We’re here.’

They almost thought he was truly dead, when Balten’s eyes flickered open and he looked at Samuel serenely, as if waking from a pleasant dream.

‘Samuel?’ the withered magician asked. ‘It’s been quite a while. I was beginning to wonder about you.’ He moved one trembling hand, while the rest of his body remainedmotionless,as if pinned to the stone, and he dug into his shredded rags of clothes and drew out the Argum Stone. ‘I believe you have come for this.’

Samuel took the ring and tucked it safely away. ‘By the gods! What have they done to you?’ he asked.

‘Nothing. Nothing at all,’ Balten responded coughing. It seemed as if his life was slowly coming back to him, pulsing out from his core towards his extremities. ‘They left me here, perhaps hoping I would get bored and perish, but I really found it quite peaceful. Some more water would have been nice, but it turned out the stones were moist enough for my needs. I find it quite ironic that the mountain they sought to finish me with ended up sustaining me. I sometimes felt as if the stone itself had thought me worthy of survival and had granted me the blessing of its juices. It’s strange, what passes through one’s mind in times of such solitude.’

‘What have you been doing all this time?’ Lomar asked him.

‘I calmed myself and entered a deep state. It was the only way to survive. I knew you would come eventually and I supposed you would only want the ring, but I thought it would be better if you didn’t have to rummage around through my corpse to get it.’

‘Eric!’ Lomar called up and Eric’s face appeared way up at the top of the hole. ‘Fetch food and water. Go back to the last guard post, but be careful.’

Eric’s face disappeared.

‘You look terrible,’ Samuel stated to the man, who had now started rubbing his arms and moving his head as his blood begancirculatingwith more vigour.

‘It is not so bad. Discomfort can be enlightening. Suffering opens the window to discovery, Samuel. It is not something that can be enjoyed at the time, but the feeling afterwards is nothing short of rewarding. You should try it some time.’

‘I don’t think it sounds very enjoyable,’ was Samuel’s reply.

‘That’s the problem with you Order lot. Old Anthem has filled everyone’s heads with his vision of a perfect world, but it doesn’t exist, Samuel. Without anguish, people get bored. Without stimulation, people’s minds stagnate. A world without some form of chaos would only create a world of blandness. That’s what Anthem could never understand. A society without hardship is like a herd of sheep. They would be very easy to control. Do you think that’s what your teacher had in mind? Perhaps I wouldn’t dislike him so much if it were so.’

‘There’s no time for talk such as this,’ Samuel replied. ‘Come. If you are ready, we must hurry. Om-rah has gone to kill the Empress. We must stop him.’

‘Om-rah?’ Balten said, and the name seemed to rouse him fully. He rose to his feet and cracked his neck slowly from side to side. ‘Then I will come with you. I just need a moment to gather my strength. What else has happened? How long have I been down here?’

‘Quite some time,’ Lomar said. ‘We have had some delays in our plans, but the time is now right to forge ahead.’

Balten took a moment to digest the words. ‘Well,then. It’s good timing that you came and found me. I was thinking of breaking out of here eventually.’

‘Could you have done it?’ Samuel asked. ‘Magic cannot work in here.’

‘Magic works everywhere, Samuel. It is everywhere andineverything. It is a fire that cannot be quelled. This mountain merely seeks to quench our will and stop us from calling our magic to action. As a blacksmith’s forge harbours the air and fire, so too can we create a haven for our will and magic within ourselves. As with any fire, with too little air the flames will suffocate. With too much air, the fire will burn out of control, blundering about in the wind. Just the right balance will result in that sweet spot that all magicsmiths seek. In this state, the fire within us will shudder and roar. It will accelerate and begin to draw strength from within itself, burning white-hot while it consumes little of its fuel.’

‘Youhavebeen busy down here,’ Lomar noted, raising an eyebrow.

Eric whistled softly from above and he dropped some bread and a sealed water bag into their hands. Balten took a hesitant sip and then started pouring the water into his parched throat, until the entire bladder was emptied. Samuel was trying to slow him, but the man gulped it all down desperately. He then shoved as much bread as possible into his mouth and began munching on it,like a child with a gob full of sweets.

‘Right! That feels much better,’ he said,his wordsbarely intelligible. ‘We’d better hurry.’ He held the rest of the loaf in his mouth and grabbed hold of the rope, pulling himself up hand over hand.

‘Incredible,’ Lomar said, watching him ascend. ‘He has recovered much of his strength already.’

The two of them started up after him and,once they were at the top, the four of them began away with all haste.

‘There’s just one thing to be wary of, Samuel,’ Balten said as they hurried through the passageways.

‘What’s that?’

‘Do you remember that relic we used in the desert-the one that holds your Great Spell? Unfortunately, I had neglected to leave it behind. It was taken from me by the guards.’

‘What?’ Samuel said.

‘I forgot I had it and it was not so simple to hide as a little ring. It will only take a subtle twist at its middle for the spell to be released.’

‘What kind of spell was it?’ Lomar asked with concern.

‘A very bad one,’ Balten replied. ‘It was not one of Samuel’s better moments.’

Samuel spied a path he knew and led them along it, towards his hidden entrance in the palace. ‘This way!’

They emerged from the opening and the sensation of magic poured over each of them as they stepped out into the open. Again, the clamouring sound began as soon as they broke the magical skin that covered the hole, but they knew they would be away from there in moments. Samuel led them away, stealthily exiting the room and darting across the halls as guards ran in every direction.

He drew them out into a quiet courtyard, beneath the darkening sky. Day was now fading into twilight, with only a hint of brightness still marking the sky to the west.

‘Oh my!’ Balten said, closing his eyes. ‘This feels wonderful. I had forgotten what a cool breeze felt like.’

He cast a spell upon himself and his torn rags knitted themselves back whole,and the dirt and crud dropped away, leaving him standing in the neat Paatin clothesin whichhe had first surrendered. After a moment, he looked like a new man.

‘We need to hurry,’ Samuel said.

‘Where are they?’ Balten asked him in return.

‘To the north,’ Samuel said. ‘In Yi’sit.’

‘I should have known,’ Lomar said. ‘Taking the Empress from there will be no easy task. I will go for the others. Leaving them here once we have escaped isnothing more thana death sentence. With the alarm sounded, they may already be under guard.’

‘True,’ said Balten. ‘We will deal with Om-rah and meet you at the Temple of Shadows with the Empress in hand.’

‘So be it,’ Lomar said with a nod. ‘Samuel, be careful.’ And with that,hewalkedaway back into the palace.

As Balten and Ericeach called their power,Samuel slipped the grimy ring upon his finger. At once, its power filled him and he struggled to fight back the dizziness and force the world back into clarity as it warped and blurred before his eyes.

‘Let’s go,’ said Balten and he leaptaway with a great magical jump.

Eric followed in quick succession and Samuel came behind. They cleared the palace walls on their first leap and followed each other, leaping through the streets-to the alarm of the city folk beside whom they came bounding. In five more leaps,they were into the pastures and Samuel began to draw ahead. He filled his efforts with snippets of the Flying spell he had gleaned from the Paatin Queen, improving it with each attempt. It could not keep him completely airborne,as he had hoped, but he stayed aloft much longer than the others, surging ahead of them,with his cloak flapping wildly behind him. It tookonlymoments before they had left the rich lands beside the river and entered the simmering desert.

‘Samuel!’ Balten called out as he sprung upwards from the sandy dunes, leaving a puff and an indent behind. ‘We can’t keep up with you. Try to slow Om-rah down. We will not be far behind.’

Samuel nodded silently. He could feel the current burst of magic waning and, as he fell to earth, he reached into the ring for more magic. As he struck the desert sands, he released the next spell and the magic of the ring flared out, throwing him forward so that the air stung his face. Eric and Balten were quickly left far behind.

He judged that Om-rah would have easily reached the Well of Tears by now, but he could not give up. He drove himself desperately forward, the Argum Stone burning its magic into his marrow with each leap.

It had not been longbeforehe spied the lights of Yi’sit rising above the dunes. About halfway between him and the town, he noticed a magical glow upon the sand and he knew well the corrupt look of the magic.

‘Om-rah!’

He looked behind, but Eric and Balten were now too far behind to be seen.

The Paatin arch-wizard seemed to notice him approaching.Longbefore Samuel coulddrawnear, Om-rah had taken flight and risen above the dunes on his flitting wings, making a beeline directly for the settlement.

Samuel landed where the arch-wizard had been waiting and he saw what had delayed the man for so long. A camel lay dead,with most of its head missing,and the remains of two Paatin nomads lay beside it, amidst a flurry of blood splattered all over the sand.Mostof thenomads’ bodies wasmissing. It seemed that Om-rah’s penchant for fresh meat was fortunate, as he had stopped for a snack along the way.

With barely a pause to take all this in, Samuel boundedaway, leaving a cloud of sand erupting in his wake.

He gained quickly on the Paatin arch-wizard, for Om-rah was reliant on the beetle-like wings that extended from beneath his dark cloak and they could only carry him so quickly. It would only take another leap to reach him, but Samuel was already gritting his teeth with pain.

At the apex of his next leap, he sentouta Holding spell. He had hoped to bring the hulking wizard to ground, but Om-rah sensed the spell’s approach and deflected it easily. In response, he made a great trilling call that carried far and wide. It was a sound that no human throat should be able to make, yet Samuel sensed no magic in its utterance.

Almost at once, the lights of other Paatin wizards came flooding out from Yi’sit-first a few,and then more and more, as wizards swarmed from the town like angry wasps.

The final orangestreaksof the sun had now drowned into the west and night itself had fallen. To the east, the pale scar of the Star of Osirah was just climbing out of the sands, looking like a fiery white serpent flying atop the dunes.

Samuel landed and yelled with pain as he released his final jump. His magic felt as if it was tearing at his insides, but he could not stop now, so close to stopping the infernal wizard.

He aimed himself towards Om-rah as well as he could and he flew swiftly, crashing into the giant in mid-air. It felt as if he had struck a wall of granite and both of them tumbled from the sky, careening down onto the desert sands. Samuel managed to soften his fall with spells, but Om-rah dropped like a stone, sending up an explosion of sand where he struck.

Samuel hoped the wizard was dead, but he was taking no chances. He ran up the softside of thedune as quickly as he could,shields firmly in place. He had just reached the crest of the dune when a great black form loomed up at him and a claw snapped out. If not for hislightningreactions,it would have taken his head off, but the impact still threw Samuel tumbling back down from where he had come.

Scrambling back to his feet halfway down the dune and spitting sand from his mouth, Samuel spied the Paatin arch-wizard hobbling away as fast as his legs would carry him. He seemed quite inefficient at running, but it was a boon for Samuel to have damaged the tyrant’s wings.

Samuel scrambled around the side of the dune and beganto scrambleup and after Om-rah on the next. When he climbed to the top, however, what met his eyes made him stop in his tracks. To his magician’ssight, it seemed as if a thousand burning torches were flowing up and over the sands towards him. He knew what it meant-the wizards were coming to theaidof their leader, and more continued to stream from Yi’sit by the second. Whencethey had all come, he could not guess, but their numbers were overwhelming.

Om-rah used his wings to clear the next gap in the dunes, but Samuel could see he was having difficulty carrying his weight, with his black cape torn and trailing behind him. Looking down, Samuel was aware that the footsteps of the arch-wizard trailed ahead-but they were not the marks of feet or boots. Rather, the sand was patterned with the strides of great claws.

Spells began to whizz past him and Samuel called again to the ring-first putting up some initial defences, then rallying himself for an assault of his own. He could not let the arch-wizard get away from him.

Om-rah met the first of his underlings and continued through the sea of wizards without a pause, intent on reaching the settlement. There were too many wizards to deal with individually and so Samuel would need to find a way to deal with them all quickly.

Wizard-spellstingedandwhizzedfrom Samuel’s shields. The attacks were steadily growing in number and strength,and would soon start taking their toll upon his defences. He needed to find a way to disable as many of the wizards as quickly as possible, and so, unfettering his poised and readied power, he set the sands to tremble.

The Paatin spells ceased at once as the wizards sensed his magic approach. They felt the threat of his spell looming, and they readied themselves to meet it.

The dunes shuddered and the sands began to shift. Some wizards ran, while the stronger ones set their defences in place. A hissing sound began as the sands swept over them and the dunes began to waver. Up and down,the hills of sand began to heave, rolling like waves in the sea,and wizards screamed and fell as they lost their footing or were swallowed from sight entirely. Many of the wizards were more skilled than Samuel had expected, and they remained balanced, protected in shells of magic and safe from harm.

In response, Samuel called for his ring to give him even more.

The pain buckled his legs and he fell to one knee, but he could not relent yet. The spell was doing its work and,moment by moment,the dunes raged higher, crashing down upon each other with a thundering roar,accompanied by thescreamsof Paatin men and women.

Around Samuel, the sand shimmered and danced as the vibrations rattled it,andwhen he could take no more of the magic burning in his bones, he quenchedthe flowand the tempest before him immediately fell flat.

Almost at once, a dozen spells flew in all around him, and Samuel was aghast to see so many blazing spots of wizards still speckling the flattened sands. He struggled to re-open his channel to the Argum Stone and re-establish his defences. His head throbbed and his temples felt skewered by needles.

Struggling to his feet, he began casting out streams of lightning to the nearest of the Paatin wizards. Some fell, but others withstood his blows and responded with savage spells of their own. Striding forward, he began to pick them off one by one, but his bodycould not lastat this rate. This was far more than he could manage alone.

Two blazing balls of magic seemed to heed his call and they came crashing down beside him: Eric and Balten-charged with power and readied.

Eric released his magic first and a jet of desert sand erupted from beneath a nearby wizard. The man went flying and the spell continued away, forming an arch of churning sand that then dived upon another hapless wizard. The wizard had prepared a shield of magic, but the unstoppable weight of the sand drove down upon him and he disappeared beneath it. Moments later, the torrent of sand sprang up beneath the next wizard-and it continued like that, leaping from the desert like a serpent, picking out its prey and thundering down upon them.

Balten clenched his fist and streams of sand flew up from beside them, glowing hot and raining downin the form ofspears of glass upon the wizards. Dozens of Paatin went down, pierced and shattered by the missiles, yet so many still remained to bar them from reaching Yi’sit.

‘Rest a moment, Samuel,’ Balten called beside him. ‘Calm your spells. You are overspent.’

‘Heisnearly to the city!’ Samuel said, desperately trying to recover his breath. He quelled his defences and,at once,the cool night air felt refreshing on his skin. ‘We must stop him.’

‘These wizards are proving stubborn,’ Eric said, continuing to wreak havoc with his sinuous spell of magic and sand. ‘There are too many of them.’

Balten continued his work, but raised his eyes to the heavens. ‘Your spells have upset the elements,’ he said and Samuel followed his gaze a-high, for the stars had disappeared and the night sky had become impenetrable blackness.

‘What is it?’ Eric asked, but a shimmer of lightning answered his question.

‘Clouds? Here?’ Samuel asked.

‘The balance is broken,’ Balten told them. He sniffed the air and looked surprised. ‘I smell rain upon the wind.’

‘Is that possible?’ Samuel asked.

‘It does rain sometimes, even here, although the season is not correct. Our magic has drawn the storm.’

‘Somehow, I don’t think the Paatin will thank us,’ Eric said.

‘Not when they are all dead,’ Samuel said.

They then noticed the sand swelling up far away-four rising hills that came sweeping directly towards them from beside the town.

‘Jidanti!’ Balten said and he cursed in the Old Tongue. ‘They’re slow, but difficult to deal with. We must move quickly. Samuel, go! As fast as you can! We will cover you.’

Samuel went to spring away, but Balten stopped him before he could move. ‘Don’t leap! They are ready for that. Save your magic. I will provide you with some shields that should last long enough for you to get through to the town. You will need all your strength when you get there. Don’t use your ring until you need it, or I fear you will not be able to defeat Om-rah. He is very strong.’ And he set a wall of spells around Samuel as he had said.

Samuel nodded andstartedaway on foot as the other magicians renewed their efforts to defeat the Paatin. Eric sent his sand-serpent writhing along on one side of him,throwingthe wizards sprawling in sprays of sand, while Balten picked others off with his precisely-aimed spears of glass.

Still more Paatin stepped in to take their place and Samuel found himself evading spells left and right, bouncing them off his shields with screeching flashes of magic. The sand under his feet fell away and Samuel leapt as a massive claw came reaching out after him, dripping sand behind it. It clacked shut just below his knee and the great beast, as big as a three-storey house, heaved itself out of the sand after him. It slowly turned to follow him as the dunes spilled down from its shelled back.

A jet of Balten’s magic struck it from the far side and the beast gave a shrill cry of fury and began turning back towards him. Magic flicked along the rim of its shell and smoke gushed from the joints in its segmented legs, but otherwise it seemed unharmed.

Samuel carried on as fast as his legs would carry him, leaping over Paatin bodies and ducking under spells. I cannot fail! Faster! Faster! Or the Empress will die!he chimed over and over in his head and he felt each breath burning in his lungs. His legs carried him like the wind. All he could think of was saving the Empress and her boy. He could not bear the thought of finding their broken bodies-of losing those he cared about again.

Tiny sparks of magic shimmered along his muscles and he felt each step becoming lighter than the last. What’s happening?he thought, as the wind began to whistle past his face and he began passing wizards before they could even see him coming. His sandals padded softly on the sand, but energy saturated his body, driving him along with magic-empowered strides, faster than any Koian warrior.

Cold drops splashed against his cheeks and,a moment later,a wave of heavy rain fell like a thrown blanket, roaring and slamming itself down upon the thirsty sands. Lightning shattered the skies and thunder followed immediately with a hellish reverberating boom that petrified the wizards with fear.

Samuel did not slowhis paceand he continued past the terrified Paatin as fast as he could. In a few heartbeats, he had reached the yawning gates of Yi’sit and he continued through, by nowlittle more than a blur.

He did not quite know what was happening, but he had no time to question the fact. Whether the magic that now filled him was his ownor not, he could not tell,forthe ring seemed silent upon his finger. His body seemed to be gathering powerofits own accord, but he had no time to wonder how.

Water was already pouring off the roofs in rivers,and puddles had formed beside every wall. Common Paatin and the remaining old wizards were standing in the streets, looking upwards and around themselves agog and none of them even noticed Samuel splashing past them.

He reached the Empress’ tower and barrelled up the steps, following a trail of yellow ooze. Her doorway had already been broken in and,as Samuel hurried into her room, Om-rah turned to face him. The arch-wizard’s enormous form filled the centre of the room and Samuel had to grab hold of the door frame with all his might to stop himself from crashing into the man. Everything in the room had been broken into countless pieces but there was no sign of the Empress or young Leopold.

Om-rah raised his arm and pointed to Samuel with a jagged black claw and,as he swore at him in some Paatin tongue, his eyes blazed within the darkness of his hood. Samuel only had an instant to react as a spell burst out from the arch-wizard and shattered the doorway behind him. He dived aside, rolling beneath the wizard’s other claw as it came sweeping out to snare him. He dared not call to his ring without a moment to control it, for in the initial moments of receiving its power,he was always disoriented. Instead, he continued rolling, up and away from the enormous titan in the room. He saw his chance and vaulted out the window as another spell turned the rugs to flames behind him.

As he tumbledthrough the air, the heavy rain pounded down upon him. He called to the relic on his finger and the ground froze in place, now seeming to rise towards him like a gentle embrace. A moment later, the power of the ring had settled within him and the street flew up and hit him like a kick to the chin.

He shook his rattled head and regained his feet, turning back to look up to the Empress’ room. Om-rah was looking down at him, struggling to squeeze his massive form out the window. His gaze was locked onto Samuel with hatred and he shoved himself through the window, sending shattered stonespounding the streetbelow.

The hulking wizard leapt and splashed down beside Samuel. He made a sound of sheer malice as he raised himself to full height. His cloak had been singed and all but burnt from his body and Samuel could now see that there was very littlethat wasstill human about the man. He resembled more a burrowing grass beetle, for his skin was a jet-black carapace-little more than an armoured shell. His arms and legs were covered in bristles that looked like glistening blades and his hands were nothing more than cruel pincers. His head was that of an insect, utterly black with flat eyes that reflected the light like polished plates of ebony. His mouth was a razor-sharp set of mandibles and they clacked together as he bellowed, attempting to force the Paatin language out of his alien throat.

Despite his horror, Samuel did not hesitate and raised his arm, sending out a spray of incandescent flames that hissed in the rain. Om-rah stepped through the fire and steam unscathed and sent his own spell of lightning flashing into Samuel. It crackled and flickered around the magician’s defences, arcing and jumping between the puddles on the street, but Samuel also stood unharmed.

Enraged, the hulking juggernaut came forward, reaching at Samuel with razor-sharpclaws. Samuel instinctively leapt aside and the black talons ripped through his shields and caught his robes, tearing them and sending Samuel spinning away.

Om-rah turned after him and sprang,usinghis multi-jointed legs. Samuel also sprang away and he alighted high up on a nearby building as the wizard crashed down on the spot where he had just been. Om-rah leapt at once after him and, unable to halt the relentless creature’s approach, Samuel again vaulted away. The building he had just abandoned collapsed as the arch-wizard crashed down upon it, but it did not slow the man-beast at all. Itshook the debris fromitsshoulders and followed straight after Samuel, howling with guttural rage again and again asitpursueditsquarry from building to building along the street, summarily demolishing the town asitwent.

Samuel sent out jets of magic, trying every manner of spell he could recall, but Om-rah’s shell seemed impregnable to assault of every description. Every spell bounced off the slippery scale or caused little effect,and the Paatin arch-wizard kept after himsingle-mindedly.

He found himself wishing for some decent-sized rockswith whichto crush the bug for,every time he pulled down a wall or grasped something to throw at the wizard,the objectwould crumble into pieces on impact.

Samuel landed high atop another of the domed towers, several storeys above the street. He called to his ring and swept out towards the hulking giant with a spray of magic that sliced the buildings on either side of the street in two. As potent as the spell was, it did nothing butreboundagainst Om-rah’s shell armour. Each spell burned at Samuel’s core and he was achieving nothingexceptthe systematic destruction of the settlement. If he could not think of something to change the odds, he would wear out and Om-rah would inevitably catch him in his claws. He shivered as he imagined himself being pushed head first into the arch-wizard’s eager mouth.

Samuel looked to the dunes beyond the outskirts of the settlement, where the battle was still raging and magic was still flashing wildly. The rain was freezing on his skin, but he could barely feel it amidst the burning of his magic. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the rain stopped and the streets were left glistening, with rippling pools reflecting the pale lightning above and the yellow fires amongst the debris of the town. Om-rah’s head pivoted as he surveyed the scene around him, for he too waspuszzledby the weather, if only for a moment. He sent out another spell that cut Samuel’s dome perch from its foundations and sent it toppling down into the street,while Samuel bounded away.

Most of the remaining inhabitants had fled the town and made for the relative safety of the open desert, but the nearby wail of a child had Om-rah and Samuel both turning their heads to see. Down the next street, a woman ran for cover, cradling a boy in her arms.

There was a clack from below and Samuel turned back to see the tyrant wizard, but the beast had already gone. Samuel followed frantically, leaping after the armoured creature as he made for the defenceless pair. The Order magician crashed into Om-rah with all his might, but it was only enough to knock the arch-wizard slightly off course. They crashed into the middle of the street and Samuel rolled aside. Cruel,spiked arms lashed out towards him as Om-rah thrashed wildly about.

Empress Lillith was there, holding Leopold tightly,and she looked from Samuel to Om-rahinwide-eyed alarm. Her breath was a cloud of frost. She turned and fled into the doorway of the building, starting up some stairs and Om-rah climbed to his legs to be after them, ignoring Samuel altogether as he thrust himself through the narrow doorway, spraying shattered stone around him.

Samuel looked up and spied a balcony above. He jumped up, hoping to catch the woman before the insect could have them. He climbed over the side just as she came hurrying into the room, with the crashing sounds of Om-rah behind her.

‘This way!’ he called and she ran to him. ‘Hold onto me,’ he called and she didthebest she could, with the wailing boy clutching around her neck. Samuel grabbed her with both arms and jumped from the balcony. The woman was nearly pulled from his armsbythe force of the jump and they sprawled awkwardly onto the street.

‘Run!’ he shouted to her, for Om-rah was on the balcony and surveying them hungrily.

Empress Lillith did as she was told.Shescooped up Leopold andscurriedaway along the drenched street. Om-rah leapt directly for them and Samuel sent a wall flying into the beast, striking him mid-leap, but Om-rah carried on, unfolding the segments of his back and sweeping past the woman with a clatter of wings.

She fell just as Om-rah scooped past them and Samuel was racing to be beside her as the arch-wizard alighted on the next building. He thought the woman had been lucky but,as he helped her to her feet, she wailed and clutched at Samuel, for young Leopold was missing from her arms.

‘No!’ sheshrieked,as the terrible arch-wizard raised the screaming child to his excited mouth.

Samuel’s heart skipped, then a flash of magic and a spray of yellow fluid jetted up from between Om-rah’s shoulder plates. His beetle-like head plopped onto the rooftop and rolled down to where it fell on the street, chomping at nothing. Balten stepped out from behind the beast and pulled the crying child from its claws. Carefully, he scaled down to the street and came beside them. Lillith took the child from his arms and hugged the boy tightly, sobbing with joy. All four of them were sopping wet and the Empress was shivering. For the first time Samuel noticed how utterly freezing it had become.

‘Well,’ Balten said. ‘I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.’

‘Is he dead?’ Samuel asked, for Om-rah’s body was still clambering around on the roof, feeling about with its claws.

‘I’m afraid I don’t have much magic left in me. I wouldn’t put it past him to grow a new head, so can you do the honours? I’d be much happier knowing there was no chance he could slip away and crawl under some rock to rejuvenate. Aim between the joints. It’s the only place he is vulnerable.’

Samuel nodded and called to his power one last time. It felt like someone was dragging a razor up his arm, but he managed to send out a tight beam of fire that screeched off Om-rah’s chitinous armour before finding the narrow articulation on the side of his body.

He intensified the potency and the result was spectacular, as the spell pushed between his plates of armour and slipped inside. There was immediately a hissing noise from within and yellow custard came boiling out the top of the arch-wizard’s shell. When the creature finally fell forward, his steaming hulk began to smoulder and his shell peeled back to reveal a set of vile, smoking organs. Samuel let his spell subside and,finally, Om-rah was still.

‘That will take care of him,’ Balten said, brushing his hands together and Samuel noticed that the tall magician looked unsteady on his feet. Samuel took him under the cover of one of the nearby buildings and let the man rest his legs.

‘You’re injured,’ Samuel said.

‘Just a tad. Eric seems to be mopping up the last of those wizards, so I’m hoping I can have a bit of a rest. I’m afraid I haven’t quite recovered from my time in captivity.’

They heard a clattering sound and Samuel looked back out on the street. He thought it had begun to rain, but,as the downfall increased,he saw there were pieces bouncing onto the street, and he realisedthey weretiny balls of ice.

‘Hail?’ Balten said, raising his head. ‘This is interesting.’

The ice continued to fall in varying-sized balls, bouncing about and gathering in clumps until the street was glazed white. The sound grew louder; under it was almost deafening and chunks the size of fists fell, crashing onto the rooftops.

‘What is happening?’ Samuel asked.

‘This battle will become something of a legend, Samuel-that is, if any of the Paatin live to tell of it. We’ve managed to upset things quite a bit, but they should settle back to normal soon. The weather can sometimes be affected by great magic, and defeating a thousand Paatin wizards is no small task.’

‘Empress Lillith,’ Samuel said, talking to the woman as she rocked the sobbing boy in her arms. ‘Are you injured?’

‘No, Samuel, I am well,’ she said, still sniffing and snivelling. ‘Thank you so much for saving us. I thought that thing was going to eat him.’

‘You are safe now. We will get you away from here.’

‘Where is my husband?’ she asked him.

‘He should be safely with Cang about now.’

‘Your husband?’ Balten said and it surprised Samuel that the man did not know everything.

‘Sir Ferse is the Emperor. Surely you knew?’ Samuel asked him.

‘I did not, but I see that some of this now makes sense. As I have said, Cang only tells me what he thinks I need to know.’

‘So it seems,’ said Samuel, ‘but we are not finishedhereyet. I still need to return and kill the sand witch and take her ring.’

‘Samuel,’ Balten said. ‘You can’t. She will surely be expecting you.’

‘I know now I can do it. I feel my own magic is returning and with the ring I am more powerful than ever.’

‘You’re in no condition to do much of anything, Samuel. You need to rest or you will just be throwing your life away.’

‘I cannot wait. She could do anything. I need to get her before she has time to prepare her defences.’

‘I can warn you, but I cannot stop you,’ Balten said solemnly. ‘We will be waiting in the Temple of Shadows. I will keep them safe with me there until you return.’

Samuelbeganto leave, butthe merest movement madehis muscles feelemptied of strength. The thought of even using his ring again made him feel sick. Balten was right; he had no idea how he would even make it back to the palace, yet alone defeat Alahativa, but there was no way he was going to give up now.

‘Samuel,’ Lillith said and she turned to him. ‘Thank you. Thank you both. You have saved us from that hideous thing. We will be forever in your debt. Words fail me.’

‘There is nothing to thank me for, Your Highness. I am no hero for saving you, but I would be a coward if I had not. Go with Balten. He will take you to your husband.’

She seemed pleased by the news and hugged her boy closer to her. ‘Please, be careful, Samuel. I hope I will also see you soon.’

Hurried steps sounded from the street and Eric came scampering in, wet and frozen from the rain and hail. His hair was full of ice and his cheeks looked pink and frozen. He scurried in under the cover to join them.

‘Finished already?’ Balten said.

‘Almost,’ Eric replied. ‘A few were left, but they gave up the moment the sky started pouring ice onto them and they fled. I think they thought enough was enough. I don’t blame them. A few of those pieces almost cracked my skull in. I take it everyone’s fine then?’ he said, looking to the Empress and her child.

‘They are. Eric, I’m going back,’ Samuel told him.

‘Where? To Hol?’

‘Yes. I want you to help Balten. Take them back to Cang and take care of them. I will join you there soon.’

‘I will come with you,’ Eric stated, but Samuel shook his head gravely.

‘No. While I would appreciateit ifyouwerewith me, I can act more freely alone. I can control the power of the ring better now, but I cannot unleash its full power if I have to worry about others. If I have to, I will destroy the whole palace.’

‘Very well, but if you get into trouble I will bring the others to save you. I don’t want to go back to Cintar alone.’

‘Agreed,’ Samuel said.

Thankfully, the hail had eased to a soft drizzle that was almost like snowflakes and he started out into the street, striding away with as much vigour as he could summon-at least, until he was out of view of the others. Out of the town he went, with his toes kicking the ice away before him. The hard part was done; now all he had to do now was defeat that infernal woman.

The surreal hills and fields of ice ended not far from Yi’sit and Samuel was glad to have his feet out of the cold and back onto the warm desert sand. It still contained some residual heat from the day and some feelingreturned tohis toes.

It was a long walk back to the city of Hol and Samuel drove himself on for as long as he could. Eventually, he realised the foolishness of what he was doing and allowed himself to sleep. Still, he woke before an hour had passed and set off again in the direction of the city. That small rest seemed enough, and he could scarcely believe that he had just fought to his last skerrick of energy. Regaining the ring seemed to have granted him more power than ever. His senses were now finely tuned and could detect the masses of people in Hol, even from so far away.

A glow to the east told him that dawn was approaching and he had just entered the pasture lands as the sun peeked over the distant horizon, bright and blazing already in its first moments of the day. Paatin patrols were surging around on foot and horse and camel, and a group of themflashedtheir swords at Samuel and shouted commands at him in their tongue. He ignored them, for the ring on his finger protected him from their steel. They jabbed at him with their swords, but he was too tired to play such games. He dropped them all to the floor unconscious and climbed up onto one of the camels himself.

Lacking the skills to direct it as he wished, he sighed and sent a spell into the creature’s mind that had it lumbering back towards the city at a jostling trot.

Small clusters of guards came to harass him and, one by one, Samuel put them all to sleep, rather than waste his time in battle or argument. He had no wish for senseless violence, but he needed the men out of his way as quickly as possible. There were too many guards surrounding the palace and continuing such a tactic would only slow him down, so Samuelleaptup from his saddle and sprang up over the walls with a single bound. Another leap had him landing on a balcony that was very near the Paatin Queen’s chambers and,from there,it was a simple matter to gain access to her room.

Wizards and warriors lined the long room and they stepped back as he neared, holding their weapons bravely, but shivering in fear. It seemed he was expected.

Upon her dais, Alahativa waited with her arms folded as Samuel strode towards her. He was thinking of blasting her before she could speak a word, but,as he neared, his heart fell, for he saw the Emperor, Canyon and the Koian woman standing at her side with swords to their throats.

‘So you have returned,’ she said to him, ‘and intent on my murder. I am horrified it has come to this.’

Samuel halted at the base of her platform.

‘What has happened?’ he asked of the others and Edmond Calais answered.

‘After you left, there was a great battle throughout the palace. A magician was fighting, but we did not see him, for the Queen’s guards had gathered us up and brought us here. We thought it may have been you.’

‘It was Lomar,’ Samuel revealed. ‘It’s unfortunate he could nothelpyouescape. It would have made things much simpler. Do you know what happened to him?’

‘He did not die, if that is what you are asking,’ the Desert Queen responded, observing their conversation. ‘But neither did he escape unscathed. I have heard much of that Kabushy wizard. It is a shame I could not catch him. I wonder if he knows what happened to his kin?’

‘What do you mean?’ Samuel asked her, eyeing her suspiciously.

‘Have you not heard? My scouts brought word from the south only recently. There is no one left living in Kabush. Every soul has been murdered-slain by magic. Every village and hut and home has been wiped from the earth.’

‘Why would you do such a thing?’ he asked her with detestation.

‘Oh, it was nothing to do with me, I assure you. I had no interest in the marsh people. They were primitive and peaceful folk, but of no value to me. Still, if it serves to upset you and your friend, then I am thankful to whomever completed the deed.’

‘You are a cold-hearted woman,’ Samuel told her.

‘Yes. When it so pleases me-I am. You see, I am very unhappy about what you have done at Yi’sit. My remaining wizards have been arriving all night, telling tales of your terrible wrath. You have destroyed years of work, but at least you have shown your true powers in the end, Samuel. What a shame I was not there to witness it. I’m sure it would have been wonderful to behold. Tell me, did the woman and her child survive?’

‘They did,’ Samuel said. ‘They are safe and well.’

At that, the Emperor almost cried aloud with relief.

‘Then I must assume you also dispatched Om-rah for me. At least in that, Samuel, you have been obedient.’ Her customary reclining chair had been removed and a small square table had replaced it, with a straight-backed wooden chair at each end. The tablewas finely carved and inlaid with metal plates and braces, delicate filigree and fine stones. ‘I doubt I can stop my stolen prizes from returning to theWest. My army of wizards has been decimated and you have the help of that demon Cang. I’m sure they will be making for his valley, and it would be pointless for me to send my forces there. I will grant you victory in this, Samuel, but the rest of your plan has met its end. I will not die easily and,if you attempt any such foolishness, these four will be the first to perish.’

Samuel looked at the hostages, with curved swordsat their necks andwizardsby their sides,and with Utik’cah standing back behind them all, looking at Samuel flatly. It would be very difficult to save them all. He was not so fond of Canyon, but he could not risk letting the Emperor or the Koian woman be harmed. He damned himself for letting it come to this.

Then, something Alahativa had just said came back to him. ‘Three,’ he corrected her. ‘I see only three captives standing before you.’

At that, she again gave her most wonderfully satisfied smile. ‘Four, Samuel: the Koian man called Canyon, the one beside him that we shall call your Emperor, the nameless Koian female…and her child.’

Samuel looked at the Koian god-womaninconfusion and she turned her gaze aside.

‘That’s right, Samuel,’ Alahativa continued. ‘She has your child in her belly.’

‘You lie, Witch,’ he told her, not even tempted to believe her story.

‘So it’s witch now, is it? You would never have called me such things in my bed. How terribleit iswhen lovers turn to quarrelling.’ Her voice was full of unsubtle sarcasm. ‘I am sure it is true, Samuel. The woman has your child in her. It is true beyond a doubt.’

‘Impossible!’ he said, growing irritated.

‘So you say. Yet, it has happened. Tell him, woman.’ But the Koian girl would not raise her eyes from the floor. ‘You see? She knows it is so. Will you risk harming your unborn child, Samuel? It does seem quite remarkable that such a thing could happen. I am disappointed that you would not give me a child, yet you would resort to impregnating this…girl. Still, you are a magician so this may be the only chanceyou haveto bear young. I tell you, there must be something in the water these days. First, your Emperor receives a son when he could only have daughters and now you, a magician, grant a child to a witch, when the idea of eitherof youbearing young is simply imponderable. The scholars will certainly be waggling their tongues over this.’

‘What do you mean,“to a witch”?’ he asked her, perturbed.

‘She is not quite a god, but she does have powers, Samuel-or have you still not discovered that? Her skills are subtle, but she does have the potential to cast magic, somewhere deep inside her. You seem to have missed a great deal.’

‘Stop your prattling!’ he shouted at her and her painted eyes opened wide. He realised he was in an impossible position and the realisation that all was lost was almost too much to bear. With great difficulty, he forced his next words out as calmly as he could. ‘Tell me,then, what will you have me do?’

‘Very well,’ she said quite calmly, and she pulled back one of the chairs at her table and sat, sitting sideways to face him and crossing her legs at the ankles with her hands clasped on her lap. ‘I will tell you what will happen. You have won, Samuel. Take your woman and go. Take your Emperor, too. Whatever past we once shared, he has forsaken me. The other, Canyon, can do as he pleases. I will withdraw my armies from your lands and they shall return to the desert for all time. I am sorry this has not gone well, Samuel. My heart has been broken on all fronts and we Paatin shall reside here and accept whatever fate may come. I will tell my people that this is not Ajaspah-that the stars have been misread. We will await our fate quietly and face it as proudly as we can.’

Samuel eyedher courtierssuspiciously, but they gave no hint as to the Paatin Queen’s intentions. ‘Why would you do all this?’ he asked her. ‘You have already won. Why give up your victory?’

‘As I have said, Samuel, I have lost the will for vengeance. What point is there to continue onin the face ofall this bloodshed? I know you are powerful, more powerful than even I could have believed, for who else could destroy an army of my wizards and bring rain and snow to the desert. I have no wish to anger you further. Only more blood would be spilt and what good would it accomplish? I know I am not as noble a woman as I purport to be, but neither am I the monster you imagine. Come, I have prepared a treaty for you totake backto your people, as proof of my decision. Sit, sign it and I will send you home. My war is over.’

Samuel turned to the Emperor questioningly. ‘He would not sign it,’ Alahativa stated. ‘For whatever reason, he does not want his presence known to his people. You can make your mark in his stead. I’m sure your people will accept it, being the Saviour that you are.’

‘Is it true?’ Samuel asked and,with a nod from the Queen,the sword was moved ever so slightly from the Emperor’s throat.

‘I don’t know if her motivations are true, Samuel, but I would not sign it, as she said. Do so if you wish. I don’t know what value it holds, except to please the bureaucrats of Cintar. They do enjoy such things and it would do well to allay their fears of further invasion.’

‘Come,’ the Paatin Queen implored him and Samuel took three tentative steps up to the table and stood beside her.

A letter and a writing set were neatly laid out opposite her. Still, Samuel eyed the woman suspiciously. He kept his shields in place and his power at the ready.

‘Read it,’ she said. ‘They are merely words, but you will find no more powerful symbol of my sincerity.’

He stepped around to the other side of the table, keeping one eye on the Paatin Queen as he went, with his spells burning with readiness. She only turned and put her legs under the table, resting her hands gently upon the tabletop.

He did not sit as requested, but leaned over the chair to read. The note seemed genuine. Another glance to the Emperor had the man shrugging his shoulders. The Koian woman stood emotionlessly, eyes still to the floor, and Canyon was looking on with unrestrained expectation.

‘I will also give you something of a parting gift, Samuel. I know you want it, and perhaps it can serve to remind you of the tenderness we once shared.’ And with that, almost beyond belief, she wriggled her ring from her finger and set it down gently upon the table. ‘Here, take it. It is yours. Take whatever power it can give you and enjoy whatever happiness it may bring,’ and she slid it across to the middle of the table.

Samuel’s pulse raced and he had to hold himself from snatching the thing up. He weighed up the situation, for it seemed remarkable that his total loss had somehow become a victory.

He leaned forward expectantly and placed his finger on the second Argum Stone. He felt its cold surface throbbing with power against his skin and,at the same time,he noted a smile teetering on the edge of Alahativa’s lips. He did not trust her, but it was too late for her to change her mind. It really was the second relic beneath his finger and victory was now his. She was powerless and he now had everything.

At that thought, something brilliant flashed through the air between him and the ring and, with a mechanical clang, a long arm of steel slammed into place beside the table. Samuel staggered back, disoriented and in shock as he was suddenly cut off from his magic. There was a gasp from the Emperor and a shrill cry from the Koian woman, but,as Samuel looked towards them dumbly, Canyon seemed quite satisfied.

Looking back to the table, Alahativa had already snatched back her own magical ring and had slipped it back upon her finger. She was now prying a matching relic from a severed hand that lay limply upon the table, spilling blood from its elbow across the polished surface. A long,sharpened blade, slick with blood, lay exposed beside the table, sticking out from the wood where it had come to rest. A dark recess ran across the middle of the tabletop and it seemed it was from this that the device had exploded. Seeing the blade and the blood and the arm, Samuel slowly managed to put the meaning of the scene together, as his mind fumbled to make sense of things. He had been distracted in that final instant as the Queen had given him her ring, and his magic had waned enough for the blade to do its work. The Queen had judged him well.

Samuel staggered again and grabbed hold of the nearby chair, still trying to convince himself that the arm on the table belonged to him. He struggled to pick the thing up, then he realised that all he was achieving was waving around the stump of his right arm and spraying more blood.

‘How could you?’ the Emperor cried out, struggling against the guards that held him tight.

‘Take him,’ the Paatin Queen called and a team of her mengrabbedSamuel with rough hands.

Samuel was still looking about dumbly, when a white-hot spray of wild magic spat out and turned the men around him to ashes with a screaming flash. The Koian woman was free, her own guards erased from existence.

‘You cannot do this!’ she screamed,and again she lashed out, throwing her crudely cast spells blindly across the room and a wizard and more guards vanished with a hellish shriek. ‘Run! Run, you idiot!’ she called to Samuel and he lurched intoactionand began staggering down the stairs.

The Emperor and Canyon flailed to be away from the woman beside them as her spells shot out in all directions, blasting stone and chair and curtain, evaporating Paatin left and right as they tried to evade her wrath.

‘Kill him! Kill him!’ Canyon blurted out, pointing to Samuel. ‘Don’t let him get away!’

No sooner had he bellowed the words than the Koian woman had spun and locked her wild eyes upon him. ‘It was you!’ she said. ‘You told her everything!’ Untamed magic still poured from her in blazing, flailing tentacles, keeping the guards fleeing and the Paatin Queen ducked out of sight behind the table and a veil of protective spells. It seemed only luck that Samuel and the Emperor had not been blasted bythe Koian woman’suntempered fury.

Canyon realised his mistake and horror drained his face white. ‘No. No, I did nothing.’ he stammered, backing away, but the raging woman put her palms to his face and he screamed like a girl. ‘Please! Don’t!’

‘Why couldn’t you let me live! Why did you do this to me!’ she cried, and Canyon vanished with a rising wail. His fleshwas incineratedand his clothes fell empty to the floor. In his place was a knot of life energy that only Samuel could see and she called it into herself, pulling it in with her will. Her hair whipped about her as she swallowed his essence and the intensity of her magic doubled, surging about her like a storm of sparks and shattered embers. She turned back to Samuel with rage still in her eyes, but when she saw him still standing there,as if struckdumb, she shoutedindisbelief.

‘Go!’ she implored him.

Remembering himself, Samuel wobbled to be away, but fell on the final step, slipping in his own blood, for his vital fluidhad been pouringdown his legs all the while. Instinctively, he tried to take the fall with both hands, but with one entirely gone, he crashed roughly onto the floor.

Alahativa’s magic then bloomed behind him and the Koian woman’s magic ceased. Rough hands took hold of him andhauledhim back to his feet. As they dragged him away, he could see that the Koian woman was lying still on the floor and the Paatin Queen was standing over her, surrounded by a blaze of her own intense power.

‘Let him suffer!’ the Paatin Queen called after him. ‘A slow death for him! Nothing terrible should be spared!’

Everything after that was shades of grey, flashes of light and dark, and moments of silence and screaming. He felt his body being skewered by agony and he did his best to remove himself from all sensation. Heat and cold washed over his skin, fire drilled into his skull and ice into his bones, crushing pressure filled his joints until they felt fit to burst and his breath felt like molten lead in his lungs. His right arm was not wracked by torturous pain-amazingly-which made less sense than anything,for that was the very arm he had seen quivering on the Paatin Queen’s table.

He remembered being dragged and he remembered the smells of the catacombs. Rough hands pushed and shoved him and then he felt himself beingshovedinto a narrow hole. There was a moment of peace, and then a flash of lightning.

He felt the coldness of death enveloping him, forcing itself into his veins but,as his vision cleared, Samuel found himself lying in a stone courtyard, amidst a wild scuffle. He could see Turians fighting Paatin, but it seemed to make no sense. His arm had returned and he could see his fingers wriggling and flexing at the tip of his hand. Strangely, he could feel warm blood seeping from a wound in his chest, yet the pain of that wound was too distant to bother him.

Some of the Paatin that fought nearby had wings protruding from under their capes, and the Turians that faced them wore the colours of the Ghant defenders. Captain Ravenshood and Grand Master Tudor were there, struggling against their foe, and the battle seemed to begoingin the Paatin’s favour.

Only then did he realise that this was some kind of dream or memory from his past. ‘This has all happened before,’ Samuel thought to himself, ‘but why can’t I remember it?’ He tried to move, but found he was only an observer within his own dream. He had no way to affect what was going on,and so he resigned himself to the fact, sitting back within his own memory and letting it unfold around him.

Darkness crept in around his vision once more as the blood continued to drain from his middle, until he was blind and the sounds of the battle felt like echoes from far away. He knew the men were still tussling around him, for Turian and Paatin alike were visible to his magician’s senses, even though his eyes had lost their ability to focus. They moved like luminous ghosts cavorting all around, dancing around his dying form.

Grand Master Tudor, brighter than the others, seemed like a god amongst his followers, and the bolts of magic that bloomed out from him twirled in the air like ink in water, swirling and curling all around. Many others already lay dead around the courtyard, and Samuel could see their life energies creeping out around the courtyard like cautious tendrils trying to escape from the scene.

It was these he clasped onto, for the energy felt akin to his own-warm and inviting in the bleak coldness all around. He remembered when Master Glim had died and he remembered the thrill of life he had felt when he had absorbed that tiny mote of his teacher’s energy. So he grasped the dying embers of energy in the room and began calling them towards himself.

As they reached him, he swallowed them into his own presence and they became part of him. It was exciting, rejuvenating. He could taste the very nature of the peoplewhohad died here,feel their final terrified thoughts,see their final blood-curdling visions. It was frightening, yet somehow irresistible, for his only desperate thought was that of his own survival.

He beckoned for all the wasted power in the room to come to him, and obediently the streamers of life did come. Slowly, they crawled through the air towards him, and each one that entered him gave him back a tiny spark of life.

The effort seemed futile however-like raking leaves on a windy day-for,with every speck of energy he gathered into himself, more spilled from the gaping hole in his chest. He called and called, wishing he could scream out to the world and have it obey him, for everything was just happening far too slowly for it to make any difference. Soon, he would die.

Then he felt something cold upon his finger and with a sudden shock, all the lingering energy in the room seemed to rush in towards him. With the power of the Argum Stone to assist him, he could gather all the power he needed as simply as wishing for it. He gathered all that wayward life force into himself, healing himself, undoing the awful harm done unto his body.

The power of the ring was incredible, and with it he could call to everything-not just the fading spirits that wafted from their battered shells, but the more vital energies that hid within fleshy casings. As he called, more vibrant power came flooding into him.

The world around was still darkness to his blinded vision, but these clusters of life energy shone out to him irresistibly. He only had to direct his will towards them and they entered him one by one.

As he surveyed the courtyard, he spied a clot of shadow lingering near the doorway, clogged with blackness, and so he turned his attention away from that-for it was not worth considering. A cluster of brilliant power across the room was far more appealing and so he focussed upon that with vigour.

As he began to gather it, the spot blazed like a bonfire in a sudden wind. He turned his gaze away momentarily, for the brightness had dazzled him, but so,too,had it excited him. The more the energy blazed and struggled, the more it enticed him. The outer strips of life began unravelling and tumbling in towards him and he found that a deeper, sweeter power was hidden underneath. He drew that in as well, relishing in delight as he devoured it.

All he could think wasI can live! I can live!as he swallowed all the energy in the room.

He had forgotten the battle that had earlier waged around him and it seemed as if all the sounds of fighting had vanished,lost amongst the sound of power rushing in his ears. He knew he was still lying there on the hard stones, and that this was all some kind of fantasy that one felt just before death, but it seemed so strange and real.

A sound caught his ear and he returned his attention to that last bloom of light that had proven so nourishing. There was hardly anything of it remaining, yet it called out to him in a pained and pleading voice, calling his name and asking for him to stop. Its voice sounded familiar, but dreams had a way of making things seem confusing. After another moment, the room was silent and everything was again dark and cold and quiet, and he knew the dream had ended.

Tucked away in the darkness, Samuel felt a burning in his eyes, but for some reason he could not force himself to weep. All he wanted to do was wallow in his misery, for he now realised what he had done, and he knew what had become of Grand Master Tudor. He damned himself for being so weak and for giving in to the evil that lurked inside him. He damned himself, for it had felt so good.

‘Father!’ came the voice of a child. ‘Wake up! Get up!’

The image of a dead man, lying on a hard floor and staring-masked in blood-filled his mind. He refused to let the memories of that dark night come back to him and he pushed them from his mind as they struggled at the edge of his attention. Instead, a vast city came into view through the clouds of his dream. It wasset beside a glittering sea and surrounded by great pale walls that were beyond comparison. Cintar, it was called, and this city was the jewel of Amandia; perfect in every way and envied by every ruler who had ever come to behold it.

A seething host filled the lands around that city and they threw themselves against the walls without respite. In turn, swarms of gold and blue adorned men amassed on the walls and defended their city with arrows and stones and vats of boiling oil. Magic leapt from wall to ground and was returned in equal portion, but it seemed the battle was evenly matched. The city could not be taken, yet the invaders could not be dispelled.

Greatcarapacedbeasts lumbered across the pastures toheave themselvesat the walls, and the armies parted to make way for them. Enormousboulders flew at the beasts, but the beasts seemed resilient to everything. Then, the vision faded and the roar of the battle subsided.

‘Hello?’ came a voice and Samuel found himself standing in his room within the palace. At first, he could not tell if this was still a part of his dream or if he had actually awoken-somehow freed from his nightmares.

The Koian woman was leaning in the doorway, with guards visible at her back. She looked straight towards him, and he tried to answer back, but that image, too, faded and the Koian woman disappeared from view.

He caught flashes of her after that, standing in her room, or sitting idly in the gardens, or lying in her bed in the middle of the night. Each time, shewouldlook up, as if startled by his presence, before the scene would vanish and he would be left wandering in senseless dreams. He struggled to return to her, because for some reason he could not stop thinking about her and she was the only thing that made sense in this world of pain and anguish.

Whereat first she had confounded and annoyed him, he now found her intriguing and compelling. What he had considered to be her stubbornness and ignorance now seemed to be strength of will and innocence. Whereonce he had thought of her asalien and unsightly, he had grown to find her beautiful and fascinating.

More and more,he caught glimpses of her life in the palace and it seemed that the days were passing ever so quickly, for,every time he saw her,she was dressed differently, or the sun lay in different parts of the sky. Still, he strived as much as he could to stay by her side, for the alternative to being with her was unthinkable: the deep and silent void that lingered at the edge of his conscience, threatening to engulf him.

At times, she seemed to feel him, and she spoke as if to him, but the words were always muffled and unintelligible. He tried to speak back to her, but the sound caught in his throat. All he could do was hover at her side and follow her as she wandered forlornly down the halls, ever shadowed by Shara and a pair of watchful Paatin guards.

She visited the Emperor at times and Samuel saw them sitting and talking in muted tones. Although they often laughed and talked pleasantly, they both seemed distracted by a longing in their hearts. When she left the Emperor’s room, she was as quiet and lonely as before.

‘I miss you so,’ he heard her say, late one night as he hovered by her bed. It seemed incredible that he could hear her voice. ‘Oh,my Love. How foolish I have been.’

He tried to reply, but he had no mouth to speak. It seemed he was only a dream within a dream, and such things could never capture the wind to craft words from their throats.

He stayed with her intermittently throughout the days and nights. He could not control the duration or the frequency of such stays and,as soon as he started to feel he was gaining a hold on this existence, everything would fade away into the distance as he was drawn back into the darkness, forever infuriating him.

She talked to him in all her quiet moments and he could not ever imagine leaving her side. She spoke often of the baby growing in her swollenbelly, and he remembered their shared moment of tenderness. All he could do was damn himself for not realising his love for her sooner and he hoped that, perhaps, this dream would end and he would wake beside her, safe and well.

‘Have you forsaken me already?’ came another voice in his dream, and he imagined Leila looking at him with sadness. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said, regaining her strength and smiling once again. ‘I forgive you, Samuel. Our life together was wonderful, but all things must change eventually. Be with her…be happy. I could not wish anything but happiness for you. You know I will always love you, and I know, in your way, you will still always love me. That’s all I ever wanted. My life was short, but you made it wonderful.’

He imagined her turning softly and stepping away into the shadows,and he could feel whatseemedlike tears welling in his eyes, although they were hot and burned their way down his cheeks. Thoughts and dreams and reality had no boundaries any more, for without being able to wake, all such things had become as one.

Time seemed to pass like wandering aeons and,at times, Samuel broke from his dreams of the living and floundered more and more on the edge of waking. Less and less, he was able to visit the Koian woman and more often he found himself yelling in pain or caught in the nightmarishdeliriumof a fever. At one point, he realised he was screaming and the taste of blood was filling his throat. He scrambled to his feet and ran forward into the inky darkness only to strike his head on sheer stone, knocking himself straight back into unconsciousness. Another time, he thought he was free and escaping from the city,only to realise, as the blackness returned, that it wasbuta delusion-any images that came to him were now fantasy; only the blackness was truth.

At times, he thought he could hear a scraping, like some clawed creature pawing at him from beyond a wall, and a whispering sounded at the edge of his perception, sometimes forceful and insistent,at other times pleading and desperate. At one point, he felt that the wall around him had collapsed and that the whispering thing was now upon him, but it was all dreams and nightmares,fever and illusions. All he wanted was to return to his love, but the pain behind his face would not allow it.

He awoke more and more frequently, and it was only at these times that it was truly dark and quiet. He took such opportunities to explore his surrounds, crawling around on the hard stones and moaning for someone to help him. No one came to his aid and he could only collapse flat back onto some rags on the floor and wait for unconsciousness to takehold ofhim again. Each time, a tiny vestige of his strength returned, and soon he hoped to be able to hold onto his awareness long enough to discover what had happened to him.

He found himself surmising that he must beimmuredagain in the Queen’s catacombs, buried beneath Mount Karthma and,along with the thought,came a strange and sudden euphoria, for he realised he was fully awake.

He scrambled desperately to find the door, clawing away in all directions at the stone, only to realise that one hand was passing through air while the other met rock. Fumbling his fingers about his body, he discovered a wet stump just below his right elbow, and remembered what had happened.

Carefully, he raised his stump and explored the wound with his fingers. It had hardened and was dry in some places, but was seeping in others. Testing the extents of his prison, he felt around with his left hand held out before him, searching for the door. Eventually, he realised that he must have already made two or three circles around the chamber without finding anything. There was no door to find and the cell was scarcely large enough for him to lie in. Testing his suspicions, he ran his palm over the rocks, standing on the tips of his toes and reaching up. There was no ceiling above him that he could feel and the rocks seemed to lean in, as if narrowing inwards to form a chute.

It seemed that he was in the same cell that had been Balten’s home for so long, in the deepest recesses of the Paatin Queen’s catacombs. He was without an arm and without his ring and,even if he had either, he was separated from freedom by a mountain of magic-defying stone.

He was lucky that he had survived being thrown down into the cell in the first place, for the fall could easily have broken his neck, and lucky that he had not then bled to death as he had lain unconscious. If what had happened to Balten was any indication, he would be left without food and water until he rotted. Unless someone came to save him, he would be down here indefinitely-but all his friends had already fled the city.

The Emperor was a prisoner of the enraged Queen and the Koian woman, pregnant with his child, was in no condition to come to his aid. Was that one of his feverish delusions? Did he really love her? Now, awake and coming to terms with his predicament, he was not very sure of anything.

Realising his throat was crying out from thirst, Samuel stopped down low and licked around the base of the wall for tiny droplets of water. It was hard work, but he could feel the coolness on his tongue and it tempered his thirst to some degree. His stomach was aching for food, but there was simply nothing to eat. He patted around on the floor with his remaining hand for any scraps his captors may have thrown down, but there was nothing but hard stone and grit. Not even bugs ventured around the cell, and even his magician’ssighthad failed him, leaving him in such an inky blackness that he had never thought was possible.

It was curious that his rendered arm caused no pain, for he imagined the wound should be worse. The only feeling was a deep throbbing in his bone, but the weeping end gave no sensation at all. Often, he forgot about the injury and thought he could feel his fingers wiggling on the end of his hand in the darkness, but any attempt to clasp his hands together quickly taught him thetruthof the matter. His arm was gone and it would not be returning on its own any time soon.

He slept on the hard stone and awoke whenever he imagined he heard something, but,as he sat perfectly still, cocking one ear towards the trapdoor above, there was nothing to hear. He talked to himself and murmured away in the darkness to pass the time, singing songs and humming tunes. He guessed a few more days might have passed in the meantime and the terrible realisation kept coming home to him that very shortly he would starve to death.

He rememberedthat Balten had survived by enteringintoa catatonic state,and so Samuel began by sitting in a similar position andtrying tocalm his thoughts. It proved difficult, for he felt restless and jittery-an effect of his injury and starvation, he guessed. Many times, he leapt up in a fury and roared out loud, screaming and venting his wrath towards the hatch far above him, but it did no good. He threw himself at the walls and smashed his fist against the hard stones. Hisefforts were futile and he dropped to the floor, weeping in misery. Exhausted and parched, he laid himself out on the floor and peered up through the darkness to where he imagined the exitwas.

‘I’m sorry, Leila,’ he croaked to himself. ‘I thought I would do better for you. I wasn’t strong enough. I was never strong enough. I couldn’t save anyone.’

‘Don’t worry, Samuel,’ he almost imagined her saying. ‘You did your best. She needs you now. Rest yourself a-while and save your strength. I’m sure you will make good of everything.’

After that, nothing happened, except the dark remained dark and the quiet stayed quiet for what felt like a long,longtime.

Perhaps it was his uncanny ability to recover from injury, or perhaps it was merely his inability to admit defeat, but Samuel lived. In fact, he did much more than that-he became stronger.

In his comatose state upon the floor of his cell, his mind had a complete lack of stimuli and so it turned in upon itself and began to soar. The world outside his imagination had become dark, and he could no longer reach the Koian woman beyond the confines of his cell, and so he followed the only light he could find, that which was burrowed away inside his mind. He followed the channels and rivers of energy that ran with his thoughts, carried in all directions by a compound nest of vibrant and shimmering filaments. He explored the endless landscapes inside himself: rivers and mountains and oceans of power. He found his memories and delved himself inside them, exploring the years and moments of his life and reliving all the moments of joy and sadness, love and hate.

He was running with Leila in the meadows of Tindal, marvelling at the wonder of her beauty, as she spun amongst the daisies. He was standing on lonely hilltops, moving through his stances and dancing amidst the lightning. He was in the School of Magic, laughing and joking with the Ericsbesidehim, poking them in the ribs and receiving the same back twofold. He was studying in the Great Library and watching Master Glim dictate the secrets of magic, with the friendly old teacher peering back at him over thick spectacles. He felt a flash of exhilaration as he relived watching Master Ash blasted to ashes and he experienced the moment of triumph as he followed the sword that buried itself into the Emperor’s flesh.

Then he was young again, bound towards Cintar atop the shuddering wagon with Tulan Goodwin, hugging his knees and nervous at what would come. He relived the terror of that night as Master Ash’s witch hunters slew his family, and he saw again that incandescent vision of Ash standing in the doorway, directing the slaughter-but now Ash looked young and thin,as he would have truly been, not at all as frightening as he had been to Samuel, distorted by the memories of a child. He heard his mother’s sobs as she dragged Samuel from the house, and he saw his father’s blank expression as he lay dead upon the floor, staring at Samuelfromunder the table. Night flashed to day and he was in the markets, frolicking with Tom and the village boys, causing mischief and covered in soot from head to foot. Through the trees and valleys around his home he roamed, darting and prancing and waving his stick-sword,runningdown into Bear Valley, dipping his toes into the icy waters. Then he was playing on his mother’s rug,carried in her arms and nestled against her bosom.

Before that, everything was warm and dark and comfortable. He could still hear the voices of his mother and father nearby, along with the steady drumming beat of her heart-always present, always reassuring-a steady,rhythmic pounding that gathered his thoughts and set the rhythm by which he had set his life. Finally, it was dark and quiet again and he was racing towards some boundary, an incredible barrier of energy that required tremendous effort to penetrate. He was not afraid, for he was accompanied by a guiding spirit that would see him through, and there was a flash of light-and he was someone else.

He turned calmly to the woman beside him, for he was suddenly standing in a world that seemed entirely real. The wind was brisk on his skin, and the noise of a discontented crowd surrounded them, placed high on a stage as they were.

He knew that he knew her, but somehow her face was both strangely unknown yet entirely familiar. She was lily white of skin, and utterly beautiful, but it was not her appearance that he remembered well-it was the spirit he could feel inside her.

She was almost a part of him, having accompanied him across time and through so many lives,yet it seemed they were seldom long together. They were always desperately searching for each other, whether they knew it or not, and only on rare occasionsdid they actually reach one another and realise what had been missing all along. In those precious moments, they had lifetimes of separation to atone for.

He looked down and found that their fingers were interlocked, but the hand that poked out from the sleeve of his ruffled shirt was as black as coal.

They were standing on a wooden platform, with ropes slung around their necks.

‘I love you,’ he told her. ‘I have always loved you.’

She smiled back at him and he knew what she would say even before she had said it. ‘I will always love you, too.’ Her voice was pure and wonderful and he longed to hear more of it, yet he knew he would have to wait.

Neither of them was afraid because,in reality, death was nothing to fear. She was his soul-mate, his eternal companion and they were destined to be together. Her name was-

Before he could recall, there was a shout from below in a strange foreign tongue; a moment of falling; and a sudden jolting stop.

Samuel gasped and awoke. He smacked his dry lips and endeavoured to look about his surroundings. It was still black, but his senses told him he was lying face up upon the floor.

‘What does it mean?’ he whispered to himself. He crept onto his hands and feet, and lapped water from the base of the wall. The stump on his arm was dry now; hard and crusted. He sat back down in the middle of the room, folded his arms and crossed his legs, before readying himself once more to dive back into his dreams.

He was alive and he was far from finished.

CHAPTER NINE

The Thing Born to the Mountain

It seemed that another dream had begun, but this time Samuel found himself looking down at a thin and dishevelled body-a rake of a thing, draped in rags, mutilated and left lying as if at the bottom of a well. Up the shaft he flew, squeezing through the cracks in the lid of that funnel and into a network of tunnels. He raced alongeach passage, unheeding of form or limitations. His thoughts dictated his direction and he moved wherever he wished. He passed several guards as they marched warily along with their torches, but they wereobliviousto his presence. He passed through them without even causing a flicker of their flames. Up he flew-up and out of the mountain and into the palace of the Desert Queen.

Along the halls he went, carefree and exuberant at his new existence. He was not concerned if this was a dream or not, for he was out of his cell and free-in all meanings of the word. Zooming along, he felt a familiar presence and he slowed his pace, passing through a doorway to find the Emperor sitting glumly on the end of his bed. The man had his hands clasped and was rolling his thumbs around each other, deep in thought. He was the Emperor in Sir Ferse, but there was someone else in there as well-many ‘someones’. Strange energies surrounded the man, layered about him like the skins of an onion-lives upon lives-and a growing power was gathering about him. Samuel was tempted to delve into the man’s mind for,even now,he could almost hear his troubled thoughts aloud, but entering into such a tumultuous place would be a treacherous task. The Emperor was no magician, but he was certainly something-something complicated and ancient. Instead, he left the man with his worries and continuedalongthe floor.

The Koian woman was there, lying on her bed,with Shara and several Paatin ladies about her. She had a wet rag across her brow and was cooling herself with a decorated fan, for the air must have been hot and stifling, although he could not feel it. A bump rose like a watermelon atop her belly,which wascovered in the thin sheets.

‘It won’t be long,’ old Shara said to another reassuringly, speaking Paatin. ‘The babe and mother seem to be doing well.’

‘Alahativa has ordered us to take every precaution. Every healer must be ready, every complication prepared against.’

‘The baby must not die,’ said a third, younger one. ‘No matter the fate of the mother, we must save the child.’

Shara looked at the expectant mother with concern. ‘I am thankful she cannot understand our words. I would not like any mother to hear such things. What is so special about this babe?’ she asked.

‘It is an impossible child, born from a witch and a wizard.’

‘Impossible!’ another woman exclaimed, recoiling. ‘Those that use magic are barren. Even if they were not incapable, no such child should be allowed. Why would Alahativa permit such a thing?’

‘That is not for us to question!’ declared the youngest,and the oldest bit her lip.

‘She is a witch?’ Shara wondered, looking to the ignorant Koian woman.

‘So we are told. The poor thing. She looks so fragile. She knows nothing of the ways of this world.’

‘Then pray she does not survive this birth. Who knows what Alahativa would do to her if she is only interested in the child? The father was thrown to his death in the catacombs, so I heard. Left to rot in the darkness with the ghosts and the ghouls.’

‘This child must be a result of our fortune. Ajaspah is here. The Star of Osirah is high. Alahativa is blessing us once again. Even the western heathens have sent their greatest magician to bear witness. I’ve seen him-a bearded one with hair like snow.’

Anthem!Samuel heard himself say, speaking from cracked lips far away in the dark, and he rushed from the room.

It was as the women had said, for he could feel the old Grand Master’s presence in the Queen’s hall and up he went through the floors without a pause. Into the Queen’s hall he flew, past the ranks of servants and armed,black-skinned desert-men, to where Alahativa and the Grand Master sat opposite each other, sipping from ceramic chalices,atthe ornate table erected upon her dais. Samuel remembered the thing well, for it was the same accursed table that contained a hidden blade; the same maniacal device that had severed his arm with one jolting slice. It astounded him that the two were locked in conversation and not fierce combat, and he could not fathom why the Grand Master would be sitting and chatting with the vile witch in such a civil manner. Wanting to sate his curiosity, Samuel hovered nearer to the pair.

‘Your plan is nearly at its end, Magician,’ Alahativa was saying. ‘The child will be born this day.’

Anthem took a sip and scratched at his beard before responding. ‘It has been a trial for everyone, but the sacrifices we have all made now seem worthwhile. Thank goodness we are nearly at an end.’

‘Do you truly think he will be the king you have been seeking?’ the beautiful Queen asked him. Her ears and arms were adorned with matching golden circlets and her hair was tied up into an intricate twist, away from her shoulders. Her long, slender neck and upright posture made her appear all the more graceful and proud.

‘I can only hope so,’ the old man responded. ‘The world is falling to ruin and I hope this child can unite not only our nations, but the world itself. Every continent has fallen into chaos and the days have fallen into darkness.’

‘Ajaspah is here. The Star of Osirah will light our way. It may spell doom for Turia, but to my people it will only bring victory.’

Samuel turned his gaze outside, for his senses told him it should be night, but the city seemed bathed in a ghostly light. In his ethereal state, he could see beyond the stones and walls of the palace, and so he looked up towards the heavens, where a great blazing comet now covered the entire sky, obscuring the stars with its brilliance.

‘I don’t believe in such superstitions,’ Anthem told the seductive witch opposite him, ‘but the star you speak of is certainly a boon to us, at this, the time of the new king’s birth. It will be a symbol of his coming. The people will rally around him. Hope will return.’

‘Are you certain it will be a boy?’ she asked slyly. ‘Women can be regarded as great leaders, too, old man.’

‘Ofthat I do not doubt and,in truth,I don’t care if it is a girl or boy. Turians are stubborn and prefer male rulers but,if the child is powerful, they will accept a leader of either sex.’

‘Then you are in luck. My healers have confirmed the gender, and it is a boy you will receive. But what makes you so certain this child will have the powers you seek?’

‘The stories are told in legend and fable of a magician beyond all others and a woman to match him, both unusual in many ways. Scraps of knowledge we stole from the hidden libraries of the Circle and other parts of the story have been gathered from far and wide. Everything foretold has come to pass, and I can only believe this child will see us out of these dark times. I am sure of it. Any alternative is unthinkable.’ His eyes were pale and glassy, and the old man had never looked so frail.

‘You thought the Emperor’s death would do the same, but it did not. The warring only escalated.’

‘That was before I learnedthatour world wasengaged in a mightybattle, that every continent has been beset by war and that this is beyond the petty concerns of one stubbornEmpire. I cannot blame those infernal plotters of Cintar, as I do not blame you. You only act out of your belief to protect your people, but that does not excuse the bloodshed that results. These wars will continue until civilisation is ground to dust, unless an impossible child is born with the powers to bring it to an end. That is what the culmination of these texts refers to and I have seen the evidence for myself.’

‘I’m surprised you believe anything that comes from the Circle, stolen or otherwise. Cang is a demon at heart. You know how devious he can be.’

‘True,’ the old man nodded. ‘But even he cannot have plotted so well. These stories come from all corners of the world and are timeless beyond recall, written in stone that is thousands of years old, or whispered in tales that have been known forever. That is beyond any single man to fabricate.’

‘Then remember that once the star is in decline, my war will continue, child of prophecy or not. Your stories are amusing, but I am not interested in fairy tales. I have only entertained your request to suit my own ends.’

‘I never assumed any less,’ Anthem told her.

‘Will you keep to your end of the bargain, old man?’

‘I will. Cintar will be yours. A single city is a small price to pay for what we have gained.’

She seemed pleased with his answer. ‘What will you do with your king, without a kingdom for him to command?’

‘The world will be his kingdom. You will see.’

‘If he is as great as you say, I will throw myself at his feet, for even I would not be able to resist such a slayer of kings and empires. If he is not, he will die before my armies along with the rest.’

Anthem gave her his best knowing smile. ‘So be it.’

Just then, the Paatin Queen looked troubled. She dropped her cup, smashing it on the floor and clasped her face. Anthem stood as attendants came rushing up to her side. Samuel could see strange energy boiling around her, pouring from the ether and concentrating around her. It was the same troubled power that now surrounded the Emperor.

‘What is it?’ the old man asked with concern.

‘Get away from me!’ she spat, slapping at her attendants, and they fled back to their places. The magical force then seemed to calm and the pain left her face. ‘It’s finished. Bring me my potion,’ she said, resumingher seat, while one brave girl gathered up the broken pieces of her cup. Another maid replaced the vessel, filling it with a steaming brew, which the Queen gulped at thirstily. ‘As Ajaspah nears, so do these feelings-intense pain and craving. I have visions, of other places and peoples. I feel someone else inside me, other names across the aeons. They have been burning at me so long and,at times,I do not know who I am. My people have grown worried and only the strongest potions have kept me sane these past months. Now, even those are insufficient.’

‘I don’t know what could be the cause. The Star of Osirah is nothing more than a passing celestial body. It carries no power that can affect us. Perhaps it is coincidence.’

‘So many coincidences, old man. No, and it is happening to your Emperor as well-I know it, even though he denies it. I know him, and I know his true name; it is Thann. I remember him-in different bodies, different guises. I see him under countless skins across countless Ages, but it is always him. I have kept him here all this time, my prisoner, in hope that this mystery will be resolved. Alas, it only grows deeper.’

‘Iamcertainly surprised to hear that, but I will not have time to ask him. I must admit, I am eager to pass by the Temple of Shadows and see what Cang has been doing with my magicians all this time, but the timing is unfortunate. The child must take precedence, and I will certainly not risk taking a babe into his valley.’

‘I see him across time,’ the Paatin Queen went on. ‘He knows me by another name, but for the life of me I cannot recall it. They have called me Alahativa for so long, that I have forgotten the sound of my own name. How can it be? Who could forget their own existence? All I know of my distant pasthas beentold to me by my own historians. But now, the memories come back in frightful bursts. They are dangerous and violent. I feel another woman struggling within me, but I do not want to let her have control. She grows stronger every day and I don’t know how much longer I can contain her. I think you know, old man, that I am older than most, even by your standards, and I am not scared easily. These thoughts, however, keep me terrified and I weep every day from the confusion.’

‘Then why does he not remember?’ Anthem asked innocently.

‘He does!’ she said angrily, hitting her fists upon the table. ‘But he refuses to admit it. The Emperor within him has made him stubborn and he pines for that accursed woman and child. I could never bear him a son and he has held it against me for all time and kept me suffering. Somehow, that Turian wench has born him a male when hundreds before could not. Damn her and damn him! Damn them both!’

Anthem began to look worried as Alahativa grewevermore irritable. He stood and went to the balcony,and swept open the veiled curtains, revealing the great comet in all its glory, burning over the city. The streets were full of dancing and festivity, with music and coloured lights on every corner and rooftop. ‘Come. Enjoy Ajaspah,’ he called to her. ‘Witness your people dancing in the streets. Your city is celebrating.’

The Queen seemed calmed by that. ‘I have been craving this event for a hundred years, but,now it is here, I do not have the heart to witness it. My mind is troubled.’

Anthem returned sullenly from the balcony and retook his seat. ‘Then that brings me to our final piece of business. The Argum Stone.’

She must have retrieved it from a pocket at some stage, for she opened her palm and displayed the glittering ring set upon it. ‘This? Such a droll name for such a wonderful thing. You know, it was quite difficult getting dear Samuel to part with it.’

‘I can imagine. The poor boy. Such a burden weighs heavy upon me, but,in the end, it is only one of many I must bear. Now give it me.’

‘Wouldn’t you like me to put it on, next to this one, so I can show you what it can do?’ she ask, holding it beside her finger so that the two gleaming rings were side by side.

‘Gods, no, woman!’ he said, almost leaping from his seat, but she was only teasing him.

‘Calm now, Grand Master. You are not a young man any more. Such frights may rupture your heart. I am only playing. I have no need of two such things.’ With that,she pushed it towards him. It rolled its way across the polished surface, and then fell over, spinning in tight circles before rattling to a halt in the middle of the table. ‘There. It is yours. Take it.’

The old man took a moment to sum her up; then leaned forward, reaching for the glittering ring. Within the table, a host of tightened springs and mechanisms kept the diabolical blade hidden and readied to explode from its housing. Anthem reached over and put his palm upon the Argum Stone, looking the witch in the eye. It seemed he, too, suspected treachery, but as he withdrew his hand,the blade remained still and the Queen let him take the magical relic without so much as a fuss. Slowly, he sat back and dragged the ring back to his place, where he plopped it into his other hand and held it aloft. He gazed at the thing and,with his mouth agape,turned it over so that it caught the light.

‘Put it on,’ she suggested.

Anthem nodded dumbly and brought the ring down to his wrinkled old hand, with one finger extended, and readied himself to receive its power. His hands quivered with nervousness, and he licked his dry lips as he shut his eyes and prepared himself. Onto his finger he slid the thing and he waited for its effect to take hold of him.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again, bewildered.

‘Nothing!’ he declared, and pulled the ring off and scrutinised itindisbelief, even biting its edge to see if it was solid. He popped it onto another finger,and again there was no effect. ‘What is this? I thought this thing was full of power?’

‘Of course not, you old fool. There is no power within it at all. These kinds of magical relics are useless to anyone who already has attained their power. Their only effect is to remove the obstacles to allow the wearer to reach their own potential. It is a ring for beginners,that is all.’

‘I would never have believed it.’

‘For an apprentice or someone not schooled in magic, such as I, it is a blessing, but for an experienced magician such as you, this relic is as useless as spectacles for the well-sighted or a crutch for the able-bodied.’

‘But Samuel?’ the old man began.

‘Samuel was anxious and stubborn. He grew reliant on the ring and that was his downfall. Whatever was keeping him from his power was of his own making, butany magic he did wield was his.’

‘Then I have no use for the thing either.’

‘Don’t you want to keep it for your new king?’

But the old man only displayed contempt at the suggestion. ‘Pah! He won’t have need of such trinkets. If it is of no use to me, it is of no use to him.’

She reached across and took the ring back into the folds of her pale garments. ‘Then I will use it to tempt Thann. When he decides to join my side, it will be a symbol of our union. Are you not worried that I am keeping your Emperor?’

‘Not at all. I wanted him dead for a long time. As long as you keep him, I am not worried. Even if he were to return, the coming child would make hisclaim to theEmpire redundant. Now, all I have to do is wait for the birth. Perhaps I will go down and see what is holding them up. You said it wouldnot be long?’

‘I would not do that if I were you,’ Alahativa told him.

‘Oh?’

‘The young woman has a novel ability, so the good Ambassador Canyon revealed. He even experienced it firsthand, much to his dismay. She can absorb the energy of others, gaining from their strength at the cost of their lives. She can devour people, leaving nothingbehindbut the clothes they are wearing. If the labour is difficult, my healers and midwives are there to act as nourishment for her, but I would not recommendthatanyone else be in the room. I will ensure she lives until the child is born. At that point, my servants will go in and sever her head quickly and painlessly. It will assure she has a quick death and that she does not bother me any longer. I have persevered nine months of misery putting up with that woman.’

‘Fascinating. I never thought anyone else would learn of such a spell. I know a similar spell of Sapping, but she seems to have mastered the concept beyond what I thought possible.’

‘Poor Samuel thought so highly of you. It’s a wonder you could put him through all this. He really was a naive boy.’

‘I couldn’t. That’s why I sent Tudor on my behalf. It was his task to put the two together, but he did not quite succeed in that matter,hence the need for our bargain. Also, I had business in the north that has kept me busy until now. I must admit I am not happy with what happened to Samuel in the end, but it is just another sin I will need to atone for one day, along with all the rest.’

‘Don’t worry,’ she reassured the old magician. ‘His death was quick and painless. I did not want him to suffer, but I could not tolerate him after he destroyed my wizards-and,once the woman was with child, we had no need for him. Despite his faults, he was quite endearing. It’s no wonder the Koian woman loved him.’

‘I was told she was a heartless puppet, incapable of such feelings. How can you tell?’

‘Come now, Janus. I have been on this earth long enough to know such things; and, I am a woman. She is a tormented soul, trapped within herself by the foolish customs of her people, but she loved him-I have no doubt. She knew she was supposed to bed him from the start, but she would not, no matter how Canyon commanded her. But,somehow,that foolish boy won her over and she gave herself to him willingly. Come, I am tired of waiting. I shall have the healers hurry the birth andI will makeready my axeman.’

‘Wait,’ Anthem said, holding his hand up for silence. The noises of celebration from outside the window continued, but the old man stood slowly and surveyed the room, listening intently.

‘What is it?’ Alahativa asked, coming to stand beside him, with her shimmering gown flowing over her body.

‘I feel something. A strange sensation, but familiar-a magician-a spell of scrying. I have felt it before. It feels like…’ A look of realisation then came over him. ‘It is Samuel. He’s alive!’

‘What do you mean? He can’t be.’ A look of guilt and panic overwhelmed her.

‘I can feel his presence in this very room. He’s alive, he’s here and he’s heard everything we’ve said.’

‘What do you mean? It cannot be true,’ and she looked around to the corners of the room, while her guardsmen stepped from the shadows and drew their swords nervously. ‘We left him for dead.’

‘You foolish woman! What do you mean? Didn’t you see to it yourself?’

‘He couldn’t possibly have survived what we did to him. We tortured him and made him a cripple. He was left for the rats! Can he escape my dungeons? No one should be able to use magic beneath the mountain. It is just not possible!’

‘Who knows what he can do, woman? He could be capable of anything.’

‘Quickly! Get the child. Kill the woman. Get every wizard and warrior to the catacombs and stop him before he can escape. We must not allow him toescape fromthe tunnels. If he knows what we are doing, he will not be pleased. He will come for us both!’

With that, her commands began to beechoedalong the halls with a great panic.

In the deepest darkest cell of the Desert Queen’s dungeons, far beneath the twisting catacombs of Mount Karthma, Samuel awoke. Within his prison, it was utterly black and as quiet as a tomb.

‘Not again,’ came a whisper in the darkness. ‘I will not lose her.’

Magic bloomed within him-impossibly beautiful, like a many-petalled flower of blue and white, rising from the parched desert floor. It filled him with strength, growing and intensifying within the safety of his body, harboured from the nullifying effect of the mountain stone. Somehow, he had achieved what could not be done, gathering magic when his magic had been lost, summoning power in a place where it could not be reached.

Left for dead, his mind and body had healed over the long months. He had turned inwards, finding new paths to the light as he had fled from the dark. As Balten had told him, the suffering and the silence had taught him much. It had liberated him from the confines of himself and he had become something new entirely.

Still, the eternal presence of the mountain continued to weigh down upon him and the fire of magic within his belly could only grow so large. His body was broken and every mote of power he could summon went into sustaining his ruined form.

A heavy clank echoed down from above and, astonishingly, the cell trapdoor was opened. The yellow glow of lantern light shone down upon him like a beam from heaven and he waited, bathed in the light, while figures murmured above.

A rope dropped down and Samuel stood to his feet. His muscles felt like dried cords as they slid and pulled his withered limbs into place. He flexed the knuckles of his left hand and he could feel his blood as it began to stream through his veins with renewed vigour. His magic was doing its work, restoring him piece by tiny piece, but it was slowgoing. He would need to be free of the mountain’s embrace and then he would rebuild himself properly.

He grasped the rope and twisted it around and around,so as to knot his hand with it. He waited, and the slack was gathered up, until he stood with his arm held tightly above him. It felt as it his shoulder was going to tear from the joint, but more heaving from above had his toes lifting from the ground and he rose into the narrowed chute, dangling from the rope like an unsightly ornament. At any other time,such a thing would have been excruciating, but his arm was little more than a desiccated ribbon of flesh wrapped around bone-and he felt nothing of it.

As his hand broke the surface of the shaft, arms came down and grasped him, pulling him up and into the narrow tunnel above. Five bare-chested dungeon guards stood there, commanded by Utik’cah. The Paatin commander held a lamp before him, glaring at Samuel wide-eyed and with disbelief. The men looked as tough and burly as could be, but they stood back from Samuel at the sight of him and coughed and choked at his smell.

‘Holy gods of Rah! You live!’ Utik’cah said, staring as if he was watching the dead, now risen.

‘So I believe,’ Samuel returned, and the words felt strange and husky upon his dry tongue.

Utik’cah broke from his stupor,startled to life,andpulleda black bundle from under his arm. ‘Quickly, put these on. Your clothes are rags, Lord Samuel.’

Samuel barely had to touch his own clothesandthey fell from his body readily,threadbare and torn. Utik’cah drew the new Order robes over him and tied them fast at the waist, staring at Samuel with a blend of amazement and anxiety all the while.

‘Why did you save me?’ Samuel asked, looking across at the dark-skinned man.

‘The girl is in labour. Your child is almost born. You must be quick if you wish to save her. I no longer have any love for Alahativa. Her people now run on sight of her, terrified by what she might do. She has become obsessed by war and destruction. Her sole purpose was once the good of her people, but that has long become lost. Even if she takes Cintar, I know she will never stop. In these recent months,she has become a different person. She must be stopped before she drags our people into damnation along with her.’ He pulled something from inside his clothes-a silver rod-and held it to Samuel. ‘Perhaps this can be of some use to you? I know it contains powerful magic.’

‘Put it away and hide it,’ Samuel told him, for he immediately recognised it as the Ancient relic that had been taken from Balten. ‘No good can come of this. There is a spell inside that would kill any who opened it and everyone near. It is too dangerous to use. Not even I can open it safely.’

‘Could it kill our Queen?’ Utik’cah asked, observing the thing in his hands with awe.

‘It would, but it would also destroy the city and everyone in it. Unless she could be lured out into the open desert, it is of little use, and I do notbelievewe have time for things like that. I will take care of her. Do not fret. Put this accursed device away and never let it see the light of day.’

The Paatin seemed disappointed, and pushed the cylinder back inside his robes.

‘Let us hurry,’ Samuel added. ‘Once free from the mountain’s embrace,I will be stronger.’

Samuel went to start off, but the Paatin man grabbed him by the shoulder and Samuel stopped to see what the matter was.

‘Lord Samuel, how can you hope to fight anyone in your condition?’

Samuel looked at the empty sleeve that hung over his right stump and then to his grimy left hand. Even in his new Order robes, he must have looked little more than an animated corpse. ‘I have seen better days, but I can manage.’

‘But Lord Samuel,’ Utik’cah said again. ‘You have no eyes.’

Samuel hesitated, for the words had truly taken him by surprise. He raised his fingers and dabbed them upon his face, touching about where his eyes should have been. The sensation was disturbing, for he felt empty spaces where there should have been matter. He dipped his fingers inside the hollowed and scarred cavities on each side of his nose, exploring within with some reluctance. He could still see his hand, but as his fingers went inside his face,they vanished from his sight. He was rather alarmed, but he could not let such a thing stop him. He was without his eyes, but he could still see. Somehow, in his time in exile beneath the earth, his magician’ssighthad compensated for even such horrendous injuries as that.

‘What happened to me?’ he asked.

‘Alahativa ordered you maimed. I am sorry, but we had little choice. We broke your legs and pierced your ears. We burned out your eyes and cut out your tongue. We poured tubs of hungry rats downontop of you-and who knows what became of them? She wanted the most savage of deaths for you. I have no idea why, but she was very angry with you, Lord Samuel, and very afraid. It was only a few days ago that one of the guards came directly to me and reported that you had not rotted away as expected, and that your corpse had moved position from the last time he had looked. I did not believe him, but just moments ago Alahativa sent orders to stop you from leaving the dungeon, and I knew it must be true. I cannot believe my eyes. How is it that you still live after all this time? How is it that you can even see?’ and he waved his hands before Samuel’s face, marvelling again as Samuel followed his hands with subtle movements of his head.

‘I don’t know, but now is not the time to ponder such things. My son is about to be born. Let us hurry.’

They hurried along and Utik’cah sent his men racing in front, with their daggers drawn and holding their torches high, throwing their flickering shadows in every direction upon the jagged rocks. Out of view, the men began shouting and the screams of death and battle sounded ahead.

‘This way!’ Utik’cah said and drew Samuel into a side passage.

Along they raced, with Utik’cah’s lamp providing the only light, but Samuel could sense everything, seeing into the crevices and shadows with ease.

They came to an intersectionofthecorridors and Utik’cah darted across. They wove their way along the criss-crossing passages and followed the spiralling, twisting tunnels that filled the mountain. They were nearly to the surface when Utik’cah stopped abruptly, for a dozen Paatin guards filled the narrow way ahead.

‘Let me pass!’ Utik’cah commanded in the language of the Paatin and Samuel was surprised to find that he could now comprehend what was said.

‘The death of the magician has been ordered,’ replied the leader of the others. ‘Stand aside or join him in death. Alahativa commands it.’

Utik’cah drew his dagger and took a defiant step towards the men, but it was now Samuel’s turn to hold him back.

‘Let me deal with them,’ Samuel said, stepping past his guide.

‘Lord Samuel, you have no magic here and they will not reason.’

Samuel ignored him and continued forward. The guards readied their weapons, but Samuel covered the space between them and was amongst them as a blur of violence. He punched and kicked and smashed his head and elbow into them like a fighting demon and,in a moment,they all lay dead. He would have killed them quicker, but for his missing hand, for he had swung his right arm several times as if it still possessed a fist, letting it pass through the air harmlessly and setting him off balance.

When all the men were down or dead, Utik’cah came padding up behind him, aghast.

‘How did you do that, Lord Samuel? What magic is this that can make you move like the wind?’

‘My will is stronger than these decrepit stones,’ was Samuel’s reply, for even his current trickle of magic was enough to enhance his movements for a short time.

‘You are wounded!’ Utik’cah then said, for a steel blade was stuck in Samuel’s belly, pinning his robes to his skin.

Samuel grasped it with his hand and threw the curved knife to the floor. Blood like treacle slapped onto the stones, but he felt nothing.

‘Are you somehow now a god?’ the desert-man asked in awe.

‘I doubt it, but I am stronger than before. Something has happened to me that I do not yet understand. However, I do need to get out of this mountain quickly. It still draws at me and my body needs to be properly healed. To do that, I need my full strength.’

They hurried along, darting through more twisting and turning passages,and soon the great opening became visible ahead: a bright,white slash against the darkness of the caverns. Again,the pair was forced to stop, for a host of sword-bearing guards blocked the way, twenty deep and shoulder to shoulder across the stone hall. Wizards stood with them, silhouetted by brilliant cowls of magic.

‘What do we do now, Lord Samuel? Can you fight them all? We are not out of the mountain yet,’ Utik’cah said.

‘Near enough,’ was Samuel’s response for the exit was in sight and the stone had already lost much of its potency here. He called to the ether and a howling wind came rushing into the cavern, shunting the guards to their knees and blowing Samuel’s tattered hair behind him. Utik’cah sheltered behind himto avoid the furious gale.

Feeling the cool wind in his face, Samuel felt invigorated and he took a long,savouring breath of fresh air. Magic stirred inside him and he felt it fizzing in his blood, filling him with vitality.

As the Paatin guards and wizards climbed to their feet, a wave of fire burst out from the Order magician and they disappeared within it, dropping their weapons and covering their faces. The flames, squealing with white-hot fury, enveloped them and churned their flesh to ash.

‘This mountain can hold me no longer,’ Samuel spoke, revelling in the sweet taste of his magic.

As the fire and heat dissipated, Samuel strode between the smoking carcasses and out into the night air. Freefrom the mountain, he could feel the world around him and he delighted in its beauty, wallowing in the joy of his magic as it came filling his every pore, unrestricted by the accursed weight ofstone. His muscles filled with energy, and his blood surged with vigour. From the air and the ether,he gathered his power and felt reborn. He took a great breath and marvelled at the joy of such freedom.

Free to do as he wished, he set his magic to work. The wound in his torso sealed itself closed. The grime and grit fell from his skin and he could feel moisture in his cracked throat once again. Still, his muscles had wasted awayduringhis time in exile and, between that and his missing eyes and arm, he must have appeared something of a ghoul in his black robes.

‘I will need more time to recover, but time is what I do not have. I will leave you here, while I hurry ahead,’ he told his Paatin saviour and,before the man could make an utterance,Samuel had boundedup, leaping through the sky and onto the palace roof. It only took several quick skips and he was vaulting in through the Koian woman’s window.

The midwives and healers were gathered around her, dabbing her head with towels.They gasped and took a step back as he landed amongst them. Then theyscreamed and ran,leavingonly old Shara by the bed, holding the Koian woman’s hand defiantly.

Guards had beenassembledin the hall and they strove to make their way in as the women hurried out, but Samuel sent some drawers flyingin the direction ofthe door and wedged it shut tight. The men immediately began banging their fists against the wood, but theycould not break the door down easily.

‘What do you want here, Demon!’ Shara asked, trembling with fear upon sight of him.

The Koian woman looked to be in feverish pain. Her cheeks were red and her skin was wet with sweat. The bulge of her stomach was hidden beneath the sheets, for she had her knees up, readied for the birth. Only now, seeing her in the midst of childbirth, did Samuel truly realise he was about to be a father. He wanted to grab her and hold onto her as hard as he could, forthroughoutevery torturous moment of his dreams all he had wanted was to touch her, buthecould not. He kept the old woman between them, for if the Koian woman opened her eyes, she would surely be horrified by his horrendous state.

The thought then occurred to him that they may have been dreams after all. It was possible that all his moments with the woman had been only fantasy and that she felt nothing for him at all. He put the thoughts from his mind, berating himself forentertainingsuch selfishnotionsat such a time.

‘What are you doing to her, old woman?’ he asked.

‘Helping her bear her child, of course!’ Shara returned, and Samuel was surprised by her tenacity and impressed by her desire to protect the girl. ‘The mother is nearly ready, but the babe will only be born in nature’s own good time.’

‘It’s you!’ the Koian god-woman gasped, straining to see him, and the old woman had to restrain her from her attempts to sit up. ‘I knew you were not dead. That witch told me over and over that she had killed you. My dreams were always of you, but then you left me and I couldn’t find you. Where have you been?’

He kept his back to her and held his stump by his chest, so as to keep it from view.

‘I have been under the mountain,’ he said.

‘This is your child inside me,’ she said. ‘We shall have a son together.’

‘I know.’ He kept his gaze to the window. ‘How is this possible?’ he asked her. ‘I am a magician, and you told me yourself that you could not have children.’

‘I don’t know,’ she said, shaking her head upon her pillow. Then she yelped and her hands went to the sheets over her belly.

‘The pains are more frequent,’ the old woman said, ‘but there is still some way to go. I suspect this will not be easy.’

‘Then promise me, woman, that you will not abandon her.’

‘I will not,’ Shara responded, ‘but no birth is simple. You have frightened off everyone who could assist with the birth. I am not a healer or a midwife. I have only ever helped with such things before.’

‘They cannot come in,’ he told her. ‘Your Queen has evil plans. She will kill the mother and trade the child for a victory in her war. When she can be moved, I will take them away from here.’

At that, the midwife’s eyes opened insudden comprehension, and he knew that she believed him. ‘Something terrible has happened to our beloved Queen, to put our city beneath such a cloud of fear. Very well, I will do my best.’

‘What are you saying?’ the Koian asked, for she did not understand their Paatin talk.

He kept his back to her and huddled within his robes. ‘Why did you not tell me you are a witch?’ he asked her.

‘I am not a witch!’ she said, painedby his accusation.

‘Yes. I know it now, but you are something. I don’t know any other word for it.’

‘Then don’t call me anything.’

‘And you can see magic,’ he said. ‘That’s how you managed to navigate your way around the catacombs.’

Again, she nodded. ‘That was a long time ago.’

‘Not for me. Time passes strangely under the mountain. Hours and moments are interchangeable and the fevers I suffered made it all the worse. There, bound in my prison, I had a dream. I had returned to the fortress of Ghant and I was injured and dying upon the floor. I saw Grand Master Tudor struggling against the Paatin. Something happened to me and then I stole the life of everyone there. It saved my life, but I consumed theirs. Tudor died, and only you remained. Somehow, I know it was not a dream at all. You saw it all, but you didn’t say anything.’

The Koian woman took a breath. ‘I saw you and I was afraid-not because of what you could do, but because of what it meant. It frightened me because,for once, something that Canyon had told me had been true. He said that we were the same in nature, and we were supposed to have a child that would save our nation. I thought he was lying but,when I saw you consume those people,I knew he was telling the truth. It is not an evil power Samuel but,as with any power,it can be used in many ways.’

‘I will kill them for this,’ he said darkly. ‘We are not pawns to be pushed together and used for their whims.’

‘Do not say such things. There can be no goodto behad from these feelings. Let them do as they wish and let us do the same.’

‘I cannot help it. At times like this, my anger comes boiling up into my heart and I feel there is a dark and terrible thing lurking inside me. It makes me want to kill and rend and tear my opponents to pieces. It takes control of me and it uses me like a puppet-and I let it. Sometimes, I think I will become that thing altogether, and the man called Samuel will cease to exist. Perhaps it has happened already? Perhaps that is what happened to me in Ghant.’

‘Don’t speak like that. I have never seen anything in you but a good and true man. If anything, you are too honest and too pure,and a little more suspicion may have kept you out of this trouble. It is others who have taken advantage of you. Do not doubt yourself, for I will never doubt you. I hope that means something to you. Please…look at me. Why do you keep yourself turned away?’

A flare of magic caught his attention. It was Anthem, far above, rallying his magic and readying himself for battle. With a flick of his wrist and a loud crack,Samuel sent a spell that sealed the door for good, cracking and twisting the stone around it. The lintel warped, seizing the door in place. It would never open again.

‘My teacher is calling me. I must go to him and teach him something in return.’

The Koian woman was puffing quickly, holding onto her belly, but she held one hand out to Samuel as he stepped away. ‘Don’t leave me!’

He could not even turn back to look at her, lest she see his hideous face. Instead, he ignored her and went to the window, where he drew his magic and leapt.

Anthem’s location was as obvious as if a flaming beacon had been set above him.Samuel boundedalong the terraces and rooftops, leaping like a human flea towards the blaze of gathering magic. The Star of Osirah still burned far above them in the night sky, and the people of the citycontinued tocelebrate beneath it, ignorant of what was unfolding in the palace.

Grand Master Anthem was waiting in the hall of the Desert Queen, where Samuel had witnessed their treachery. He was wearing his Order blacks and stood defiantly, straight-backed, in the middle of the room, surrounded by power. Alahativa was waiting to the side, with the Emperor draped in chains beside her. The man looked infuriated, but it seemed he was helpless against her magic. No servants or guards lined the walls. All had fled or been told to leave lest they be consumed in the coming conflict.

‘Samuel,’ Anthem said in greeting, granting a welcoming smile. ‘We have much to discuss.’

‘I want nothing to do with you any more, old man,’ he replied and Anthem scowled back.

‘I see you’ve grown a bitter tongue, but it would pay you to hold it until you have learnt everything there is to tell. Would you not hear how Gallivan and I fared in Garteny?’

‘I have already heard all I need to hear and I am in no mood to listen to more lies and stories. And what would you expect? Look what she’s done to me-my hand, my eyes!’ and he pulled his sleeve up over his stump, to reveal the mottled, pink skin that bulged around his elbow. He raised his chin to let the light fall onto his ravaged face and even the Desert Queen looked disgusted.

But Anthem was resolute and went on. ‘Yet,even blind, you have learnt to compensate for such injuries. You are truly gifted, Samuel.’

Alahativa also spoke up. ‘I applaud you for surviving my dungeon, Samuel. It is a feat that no one has ever accomplished.’

‘Your dungeon is much overrated, witch. First, Balten escaped, and now, so have I. YourEmpire is decaying from within. Even your own people have turned against you. You have lost yourEmpire with your madness.’

She looked enraged by this, despite her best efforts to maintain self-control. After a moment of tussling with herself, she snapped back into her perfect,beguiling smile. ‘Please, give up this foolishness. We all know that without the ring on your finger, you are helpless. You are blind and crippled. This is foolishness.’

‘You are wrong. Without the ring, I am more than I was. I have thrown away that crutch and learned to walk on my own. Without my eyes,I have learnt to see more than ever before. My body is just a vessel. It can be broken, but it can be mended and made new again. With every moment free from your mountain,my strength returns. I wanted to show you, old man, what I have become. There is nothing you can teach me any more. Behold.’

With that,he opened himself up like never before and his own fresh, untainted magic surged into him. Wonderful power rippled within him and boiled around his form. It was boundless power, and it was his to control. He willed it tobeconcentratedin his withered eyes and shattered stump,and it glittered there like the sun glimmering on still waters. Anthem and the Desert Queenheld their arms up to shield their eyes, for the light blazing fromSamuel’swounds was blinding. The magic swelled inside his skull, grasping and mending the flesh, creating and stitching matter where there had been none. He called from his memory all the sensations that he knew should exist, and filled his spell with his intent that he should be made whole, and his magic went to work. The orbs of his eyes grew into place,like tiny buds blooming into maturity, and,when he felt the spell was complete-when he could feel his eyeballs pressing and sliding against the backs of his eyelids-he let the magic subside and he opened his eyes.

The world appeared before him as it had before, cast in shades of colour and light, marked by depth and dimension, yet enhanced by his superior magician’ssight. But he did not rest there. He steered his magic towards the stump of his arm and watched as the veins and flesh rippled forth from around the shattered bone, knitting themselves anew. Meat and tendons stretched themselves across the bone that grew out from the wound. A layer of skin spread about to envelope the flesh, pale and soft, before it browned to match the skin around it, and soft hairs and freckles grew in place, exactly as he remembered each of them. His forearm grew voraciously up to the wrist, and then spread out as his hand came into being. The hand divided and five fingers sprouted into place. Pink nails slid out from beneath the cuticles as the digits rounded themselves off and sealed themselves closed.

When he was done, Samuel let his magic dissipate and the blinding light he hadcastabout himself flickered from existence. He turned his hand over before him and flexed his fingers, forming a fist and relaxing it, marvelling at the muscles bunching under his skin.

‘I was but a shell of flesh,’ he said into the room, ‘but now I am something greater. The tree has become the fire.’

His new flesh felt and looked exactly as it had done before-before it had been so suddenly hacked from his body. His senses all throughout his being felt heightened and he could feel the tiny,individual pieces of himself at work, all doing their tasks and assisting each other: minuscule motes that toiled individually yet together, forming the flesh and matter that comprised his whole. He was not a creature of flesh, playing with magic-hewasthe magic, riding upon a vessel of bone and meat that it had crafted, and the more power he summoned,the greater he became.

He would have continued examining the marvel of himself, but Alahativa began wailing and she disturbed him from his task. ‘What kind of man are you? What demon has taken you? Anthem, what have you created?’

‘This is not my doing, woman!’ he told her gruffly. ‘I have never seen anything like this before.’

Samuel gathered his words and passed them from his throat, echoes riding the air. ‘No. I have made myself. I would like to rejoice at these discoveries, but that must wait. What I have learnt from your own mouths has deeply upset me. It seems, Grand Master, that you have kept secrets from me all this time. You have been tending to me all this while, hoping only to harvest my son. I am bitterly disappointed.’

‘It is not as simple as you make it seem, my boy. My goal has only ever been for peace for Amandia. We killed the Emperor and I believed our work to be done, but it seems that was only the start. The world is in peril, not by gods or demons as Celios had raved, but from man himself. We need to stop these infernal wars before civilisationitselfis destroyed. This madness has spread like a plague, leaving only death and suffering in its wake.’

‘Yet you have surrendered Cintar to the witch. She will not spare its occupants. She will kill every last soul within its walls. How does that end this madness you speak of?’

‘But millions more will be saved. I know the cost is high but,in return,she has given us your child-a babe that will grow into a king-a magician beyond all others, even beyond what you are now, who can quell armies with his will. No nation will dare affront another and magic will finally bring peace to everyone. Such a prize is beyond value! It is immeasurable! I had no intention to harm you, Samuel. I had no part in the kidnapping. I only sought to pair you together and see what would result. When I arrived here,I thought you were dead. I only wanted to make most of the situation. The arrival of the Koian woman seemed too good to be true. The answer to all our problems had been delivered to our very door!’

‘How can I believe anything you have to say? You forsook her without a second thought. You did not hesitate at the mention of this wretch’s axe.’

‘I’m sorry, Samuel. I have been blinded by my goal. I am so close to achieving the world I always imagined that I have sunk to such shallow methods. It is my life’s dream.’

‘And you will never see its realisation.’ He turned to the Paatin Queen. ‘Give me the rings.’

She glared at him. ‘Never!’

‘Then I will take them. I cannot allow them to be used by the likes of you. I will take them to Cang, so the world can be kept from harm.’

‘You have no say in the matter,’ she said defiantly. ‘These rings are not yours to demand.’

Samuel struck out, calling forth his newfound power, and sent a piercing beam of magic at the woman. She had her protection in place, rippling from her finger, before Samuel’s spell could reach her. His brilliant ray of death spat and hissed, stopping in the space directly before her eyes.

‘You need more power than that to harm me, Samuel,’ she said with a teasing smile.

‘As you wish,’ Samuel said and pressed his beam in towards her. She had the power of her Argum Stone at her command and her defences would otherwise have been considerable, but to Samuel it was not at all difficult to overwhelm the woman. He felt as if his power was limitless; that, should he call for it all at once, he could slice her head clean off.

Alahativa’s smile vanished as she shuffled backwards, but the beam followed her, digging in through her shields towards her.

‘Stop it, Samuel!’ she bawled. ‘How can you do this? We were lovers, once! Does that mean nothing to you?’

‘You are a vile witch, filled with evil and selfishness. Everything you have ever done has been for your own reward. I feel nothing for you.’

He felt satisfaction at the thought of her death, and he pressed his magic further upon her. The beam was inches from her face, when Anthem stepped in between them. Samuel’s spell was deflected as the old man thrust it aside and the magic arced away, carving a path of destruction along the palace walls and ceiling. Cushions and curtains turned to flame at its touch before Samuel could dispel it.

‘Come to your senses, boy!’ the old man commanded. ‘What you are doing is folly!’

‘I must take those rings and return them to the Circle,’ Samuel replied.

‘Are you bereft of your wits? Have you fallen to the wiles of them yet again? Their stories of disaster are nothing more than air and wind. We have real threats to face! I will not listen to talk of nonsense.’

‘Nevertheless, I will have the rings. It is obvious now that the Order and the Circle have little difference. If anything, the Circle is more to be believed, or did you not realise that women can use magic after all?’

‘Of course I knew, but it is forbidden. This is a law above all others. No woman can be allowed to use magic.’

‘And who is responsible for killing them, for no other reason than this? Is that what happened to my mother?’

‘That has never been part of my role, but it is possible. The Order is tasked with maintaining the old Laws,establishedlong before we even existed. We have kept a vigil upon the landto ensurethat no witches should come to power. I admit that some have been overzealous in their task, but the safety of society must outweigh the concerns of a few.’

‘To what end? How can such murder possibly be justified?’

‘See for yourself?’ and he gestured towards the Queen. ‘This one has raised an army and caused chaos upon the land. Women are not to be trusted with magic of any form.’

‘Then why do you now protect her? You should be pleased that I see to my duties, as a faithful member of my Order.’

‘Calm yourself, Samuel,’ Anthem told him. ‘Can you not see what is happening? Don’t be overwhelmed by your hate. Do you not remember what became of Master Ash?’

‘My hate is justified. I have every reason to despise you and what those of your kind have done. Ash was no Master. He was ignorant of the powers the Staff of Ancients had granted him. I have reached a stage of understanding that I doubt even you can comprehend, Grand Master,’ and he spat out the title with unbridled disdain.

‘Confounded fool! Have you not learned? All manner of dark forces wait to overcome a magician made silly by the power of his magic. Already I feel the taint of black magic within you. It has begun to corrupt you and it will continue until you are nothing more than its servant.’

Then Samuel felt something tickling at the edge of his perception. Looking down, he found a sliver of magic had been worked around his leg, sucking at his energy like a hungry leech and passing it back towards the old man. He blasted the thing apart with a thought and raised his gaze back to Anthem.

‘I know all your tricks, old man. Now, stand aside and let me at the witch.’

‘Calm down before you do yourself some harm!’

There was nothing but rage in Samuel’s heart. He had trusted the old magician-had loved him as a father figure-but now he wanted to force him into battle and defeat him as he had secretly desired since his early days in the School of Magic. He was not interested in the Paatin Queen. He could come back for her at any time and defeat her at his leisure, such was her insignificance.

He could feel a demonic smile creeping across his face as he called for more power.

‘No, Samuel!’ old Anthem cried, and sent forth a shower of spells of his own.

Vines and creepers exploded from the floor and snapped around Samuel’s legs and arms, encircling his body until he was a mummy of tightening growth, but the plants turned black and turned to cinders with the barest of efforts, and Samuel stepped free. A torrent of fire then billowed out from the old man and Samuel did not even bother to protect himself. He revelled in displaying his power to the old fool. As the flames surrounded him and ate at his body, his magic succoured him, replenishing the meat beneath his blackened flesh as quickly as it was burned away. His bones glowed red beneath his skin like logs at the core of a wildfire, but magic saturated and supported him. He could not be harmed.

It was a joyous feeling to have so much power, and Samuel raised a smoking finger at the astonished Grand Master as the fire spell ended. Anthem was aghast and ran to the balcony. He leapt out the window and vanished into the night air. It was obvious he hoped to draw Samuel outside, for Anthem could not act freely in the confines of the palace. Samuel was happy to comply, for it would be a much sweeter victory if his teacher could fight with all his potential.

He stepped to the balcony, with the wispy veiled curtains evaporating in fire as he brushed through them, and watched the old man hopping madly down towards the city. He took a moment to look back at Alahativa, who remained staring at him with pure horror. He knew he should have killed her and taken the rings from her there and then, but he had time to do as he pleased. She could not escape him. He could find her any time he wished and somehow the more terrified she was,the better. He would leave her there, guarding the Emperor and return for them both as it suited him.

He turned back to the scene below. It was now the time that he had been awaiting all his life. He was become the most powerful magician in the world. All he had to do was kill the strongest of the Lions of Cintar, and it would seal the fact. And that would not be difficult at all.

He vaulted from the balcony, exploding it to tumbling rubble as he leapt, and alighted atop a great,blue-tiled,domed roof across the courtyard; perching himself upon it like a predator ready to pounce. Anthem had hiddenhimself. He wasburied away beneath a distant home and was feverishly covering himself in every spell he could muster. Samuel could feel the man’s thudding heart calling to him, shouting aloud from his hiding spot. Across the city, tiny fireflies of people were looking up at him and wailing, abandoning their celebrations and fleeing through the streets in panic. He revelled in their fear as if it was a declaration of his triumph. Above them all, the Star of Osirah blazed away, now almost directly above them and taking up the sky like a new moon. The city lay bathed in its ominous silver twilight.

‘Fear me!’ the being called Samuel commanded and his voice boomed across the city and shook the foundations-but the people did not understand; for it was the Ancient Lick spilling from his tongue.

He had given the old Lion time enough to prepare, so Samuel took his turn to act. Picking up a distant temple, he heaved it high into the air with magic, spilling bricks and flailing Paatin towards the ground. He gestured with his hand and the building flung itself onto Anthem’s hiding spot with a distant clatter and echoing rumble. Both buildings vanished behind a plume of billowing dust, but Anthem was unharmed. He had darted away to another spot just in time.

It was quite an amusing distraction and Samuel continued the game, decimating parts of the city. It seemed there were still some guards and wizards left in the palace, for some spells came bouncing off him, and missile fire came whizzing past him. One arrow struck him directly, burying itself through the middle of his chest, but the thing dropped out of him without effect, as if slipping from clay. While he had any magic remaining,he was beyond harm, and he had barely even begun his work. With a simple glance, he turned the soldiers in the square and shooting from the towers around him to flames, one after another, setting them to dance as if in frantic praise of him. Some he flung wailing from the heights and others he simply crushed with magic, for the easewithwhich he could destroy them and the way he decided each of their fates was thrilling. For simple amusement, he left one Paatin crossbow-man standing,while two on either side of him fell to cinders. Then, as the man sagged to his knees and thanked Alahativa for sparing him, Samuel dropped a massive roofing-stone on top of him. The joy of destruction was simply delightful.

The entertainment would have continued longer if Samuel had not felt a rumbling in the pattern, for old Anthem-the wily fox-was summoning something mighty, just as Samuel had hoped. It came screaming through the ether and Samuel waited with excitement for the thing to arrive. He had hoped Anthem would do something like this and now he felt he would have a challenge worthy of his attention.

In the midst of the city, something appeared in a shimmer of air. There was no fiery explosion to herald it, but the buildings all around the summoned thing cracked and fell regardless, as if,out offear, they had given up holding themselves together. It stood five storeys tall and howled in fury at being called into existence, but Anthem’s will was tethered to it and the creature had no choice but to follow the directions of the old man, safe in his hiding place across the city. The beast was an enormous biped, cloaked in fur and with the head of a goat. It screamed again, baring teeth like swords, and the city trembled. People screamed and took flight. It looked directly to Samuel and began striding over the buildings, crushing all who strayed beneath its cloven feet.

Samuel leapt, springing across the city, and came down upon the beast like a hurled missile. He laughed with glee as he kicked out at the thing, for he yearned to see what such a magic-filled attack would do to the creature. With a lurching jar, he stopped short of his target, for it had snapped him out of the air with its massive clawed hand and thrown him tumbling away. He crashed through buildings one after another and came to a rest buried beneath a shattered wall of stone. Three rocks came spilling onto his head, but each one felt like nothing more than a tap from a finger. Dusting himself off, he stepped from the pile and launched himself aloftonce again.

The beast was striding directly towards him, ignorant of the buildings it toppled with each step. Three quick spells shot out from Samuel in succession and the beast roared with each, black blood squirting from its face. Samuelimmediately felt disappointed at the sight of this, for it signalled that the thing was merely an oversized animal of flesh and blood, and he would dispose of it quickly.

After landing once more, he sprang back up in the direction of the creature. He came down on a rooftop beside it and began running at once. It turned to reach out for him, but it was inordinately slow and,with his heightened speed,he was easily away, leaping between rooftops, peppering the beast with spells that took chunks out of its fur and flesh. The thing slashed out wildly and demolished walls each time, but it was incapable of harming him.

Feelingthatthe fight was entirely one-sided, and growing tired of such an affair, Samuel decided to put the poor thing out of its suffering. He jumped to the creature’s feet and readied a blast to kill it. The snarling beast bent over to look at him and Samuel sent a ribbon of power up and through its neck. Its enormous head came crashing down beside him and its body tumbled, flailing, into a three-storey cluster of dwellings.

It was quite a pathetic attempt at summoning and Samuel was just beginning to think the old Lion had lost his touch, when a bulge in the ether beganto movetowardshim. He staggered for a moment, realising that something much bigger was already breaching the pattern, and he smiled.

‘I have no choice but to destroy you, Samuel!’ came the bellowing voice of the old man, carrying across the city,and then he was there,standing astridea four-towered temple a hundredpacesaway. ‘You have become an abomination, Samuel-can’t you see? If I don’t stop you now, you will only grow stronger. You will lose yourself and do terrible things beyond your own control. Some evil compulsion is already consuming you.’

‘This power is my own, to do with as I wish,’ Samuel spoke back in reply, setting the rubble to tremble as his voice carried far and wide.

‘Even more the reason for dark powers to covet you, boy. Can you not hear their voices whispering in your mind? They come to all who have great strength, for evil things are always looking for a way into this world and a gate must have two sides if it is to exist. You must put them from your mind without hesitation. To give yourself to them is to lose yourself altogether.’

‘I hear nothing but you, Grand Master, trying to delay me while you finish crafting your spell. So be it. Let whatever you have brought come and I will destroy it.’

‘This is your last chance, Samuel. I can still stop this if you will only come to your senses. The beast I have found is beyond anything this world has seen. I stumbled across it long ago as I scoured the other realms, but I have never dared bring such a creatureinto this world before.’ Samuel stood silent in response. ‘Very well, boy. Forgive me then, for it has arrived.’

It was then that the summoning took form, just as the old man had said, called into being with incredible skill and a vast amount of power. It was evident, now, why the first beast had been so lacklustre. It had only been a distraction, sent to delay him. Anthem had figured that Samuel would waste time playing with the thing, and he had guessed well. He had used the time to seek out precisely the creature he desired, and it came billowing forth from the ether in an explosion of fury.

The old man scampered away,and Samuel also had to scramble aside, for the buildings vanished into dust and fire and something enormous came rushing from the remains. It was truly a demon in every sense of the word, engulfed in flames and howling for flesh. It was about as tall as the previous beast, but its exterior was covered in bone and drippingwithgore and jelly-like ooze. Its head was a dome of bone, lacking eyes, but with a puckered,sniffing nose. Its mouth wasa series ofjaws within jaws, all gnashing and biting and expelling fire. Spikes and tendrils erupted from its skin in place of hairs,and the talons on its claws and feet were each curved scythes the length of a man. It was hideously fast and Samuel blasted the thing with spells as he back-stepped,but his magic hadlittle effect.

‘You overstepped your bounds, boy,’ Anthem called from behind it. ‘All men become fools when they believe they have power over others. You have proved to be no exception, Samuel. I had hoped you would become a great magician, but you have fallen into corruption. I hope your son will fare better beneath my care.’

Samuel was incensed with rage and stood his place to show the old man all he was worth. As the beast bore down on him, he sent a wrath of power to disembowel it. The spell sang true from his fingertips and struck the creature fair in the middle, but to no effect. With a swipe,it scooped him from the ground and brought him to its terrible mouth. Its fiery breath washed over him like molten pain, but such physical feelings were no longer relevant to him. It put him towards its maw, but he had no wish to enter such a hellish place and he cast his hands out, holding the beast’s outer jaws open with his magic-imbued strength.

Layers of inner teeth hammered and gnashed with excitement just before him, and Samuel could see more layering in its throat, all the way down its gullet, but it could not push him in. He held firm, but also he could not escape. Worst of all, it seemed to be sucking at his power through its very touch. An air of utter evil smothered him and filled his mind with darkness, making it hard to think. With its brimstone breath devouring his flesh and its claw holding him firm, Samuel could not escape.

He threw up a shield to keep the fiery breath from his skin, and the foul air ran away,as if from an umbrella, but that was only a small respite. His magic was vast, but as quickly as he restored his protection, it was eaten away. More of his magic went into keeping himself from its stomach,and the two of them waged a titanic struggle-he, a tiny black-cloaked doll in its grip and it, an unstoppable beast from some unknown hell.

‘I will not…be…defeated!’ Samuel declared, but still he could not escape. He pulverised the thing with spells that would shatter solid stone, but it took time to make a spell of greater worth and,busy as he was keeping his body replenished andawayfrom itsgapingmouth, that was time he could not afford. ‘Damn you, Anthem!’ he swore and his anger boiled from him. His muscles began to shake, but the beast did not weaken.

All things have limits and only then did Samuel realise his foolishness. Again and again,he pelted the beast with his magic, looking for some weakness, but it seemed to have none. Anger turned to desperation as he felt his magic waning.

‘This is the end,’ Anthem’s voice carried across to him.

Throughout the city, people were still fleeing and,in homes and houses all around, many still hid. Others lay dying on the streets or under piles of shattered stone. As Samuel felt his own strength failing, he could feel theirs calling to him. He needed more power and they each had it, blazing irresistibly within them. Perhaps he could have withstood the temptation, and perhaps he could have found another way to escape, but the demon’s vile air cluttered his mind and whispering voices began clamouring for his attention.

He yelled aloud-a mixture of exertion and desperation-and all throughout the city those fireflies of life came flying towards him, their abandoned husks dropping behind them as they fled. In every building and on every street within that quarter of the city the people fell dead-whether running or hiding or holding onto each other in fear, it made no difference. Their energy was plucked from their bodies at Samuel’s summonsand they came flooding towards him. He could hear Grand Master Anthem shouting out in protest, but even the roar of the creature’s breath was a whisper compared to the din of all these souls stampeding into him. He lost all thought of the beast that held him and his mind turned to gaining more and more such souls. The thought occurred to him that what he was doing was wrong, but he ignored it, for nothing mattered more than freeing himself and devouring these morsels. He knew that each bite was the life of an innocent human, but he could not think of that now; the unquenchable hunger for more overtook him, unchallenged.

‘No!’ came a sudden furious shout and Samuel was roused from his task. The demon was no longer holding him, for it lay beneath him with its head split apart as if its mouth had been unhinged and kicked open, yet he still hovered in place, hanging in mid-air,held aloft by burning tendrils of magic.

‘No, Samuel!’ came the voice again and he realised it was the stubborn old magician who had disturbed him. ‘What are you doing, Samuel? For the love of everything, look at what you are doing! You are killing everyone! This is vile work! I cannot allow it or we all will be lost!’

Samuel opened his mouth, but he could no longer form words. Something spilled from his lips, hot and infused with power, and he had no interest in communication. The light around the jabbering old magician had enticed him and his attention focussed on that. He willed himself to float towards the old man and began pulling at his energy, as ifhe wereunravelling a thread from a woollen jumper. In turn, a whip of magic came hurtling out from the old magician and wrapped itself around Samuel.

‘Two can play at this game!’ the defiant Grand Master roared and he began tugging at Samuel’s power in return.

Samuel was enraged and howled in anger as Anthem sucked at his strength. The two of them tugged back and forth with their power, playing a tug of war with each other’s very spirit. The old man was incapable of doing too much harm, but every drop of power that was stolen stung Samuel and left him mindless with rage. He drew closer and closer to the old man, pulling faster and faster as he closed the distance, until Anthem had barely a sliver of life remaining.

‘I’m sorry, boy, but I must do this for the sake of everyone,’ and,with that,Anthem gave a leap, grabbed Samuel by the ankles and hung on tight. He screamed in pain, for his hands blistered upon touching Samuel, but he would not let go. He pulled Samuel down to be at his own level and then he threw his arms around him and hugged onto him with all his might. ‘I guess we shall both get to see what hell really looks like,’ he said and the beast that was Samuel now saw the old man’s intent.

A string of magic still tethered Anthem to the demon he had summoned and,by releasing the spell, the fallen creature would return to its own realm and take the old man with it. He must have planned for that from the start-a last resort for just such a situation.

Deep within himself, Samuel put these facts together, but somehow he could not act on them, for voices were still chanting in his head and he was still overcomebythe primitive drive to consume. It should have been simple to fight the old man off, but Samuel’s body would not respond. Instead, he kept on sucking at the magician who held him, gobbling up the final shreds of his life force.

In the final moments of his life, Anthem released his spell, and the demon vanished into a shimmering haze. The tendril of magic that ran between them was sucked in after it, and the slack of the spell began to disappear as it was pulled in after the beast.

Just then, something whistled through the air and a shaft of glass appeared through the middle of Samuel and Anthem both. To Samuel, it was inconsequential and he hardly would have noticed such a thing, but the old man spat blood and gasped with a terrible realisation. Worse than the pain was the fact that, in his moment of surprise, he had let slip his grip on Samuel and had staggered back, sliding from the end of the spear that had pinned them together. It was a single,tragic moment, but it was too late for Anthem to grab hold once more. Instead, he stood defeated, knowing this moment was his last.

‘For god’s sake, boy, listen to me,’ Anthem said, choking on his blood. ‘You were supposed to bear the hope of the world, not its damnation. You don’t have to forgive me, but forgive yourself. It is not too late.’ Then his gaze became unfocussed as his blood fell freelyand he dropped to his knees. He looked through Samuel altogether. ‘Forgive me, brother.’

With that, the tether around him tightened and he was gone in a flash. The oppressive presence of the demon vanished and,as the ether gulped the beast back into itself, Samuel’s garnered power was sucked in with it. Thousands of souls’worth of power vanished, drawn in by the tear in the pattern and Samuel was left shuddering and gasping in wordless pain.

The voices in his head started shouting at him, and he could hear it was the Ancient Lick; they were speaking, commanding him to gather more souls. He would not listen to them for,with the pain,his mind had cleared. He realised that Anthem’s parting words were true. If he had continued, perhaps he would have become the very demon that he was trying to prevent from returning, or a mirror of Ash, the very manwhomhe had despised. He would have consumed everyone-even his own son and the child’s mother. Instead, he fought back against the voices, using the old man’s final message to empower him. He refused to become a tool for destruction. He would not hurt the ones he loved. In defiance of the voices, he held his hands to his ears and screamed as loudly as he could.

‘Get out of my head!’ he told them. The voices increased in intensity and he continued to yell, but he refuted their claim on him and refused to let them in. Slowly, they dimmed away and he could hear his own hoarse voiceonce more. Finally, the whispering faded away altogether and only his own thoughts remained to fill his mind.

With his power all but gone, he became aware of his body and he suddenly realised he still had a spear through his chest. He dropped to his knees and cried in pain, as he strained to slide the thing from his middle. Length by length he drew it out, until it was finally free and he cast the thing aside. It shattered on the rooftop, a shard of glassed rod. He looked aboutto discover who hadcast such a weapon, but no magician was in sight or could be sensed.

He had only shreds of power left, and he instilled that magic into the hole in his chest and knitted back the broken flesh as well as he could, leaving a pale scar just below his ribs. He would live and his power would return, but it had been a sobering experience. Anthem had saved him in the end with the parting gift of his words. He had probably saved them all. Samuel had little love left for the old man, but,despite his misdirected methods, his intentions hadno doubtbeen true. Perhaps, one day he could forgive the old man. One day, but not today.

He dropped from the roof and rolled uncomfortably onto the lower balcony that had fallen against the building, now forming a broken ramp that led to the ground. Standing on his throbbing ankle, Samuel carefully descended to the street and began hobbling along the curved terraces, up towards the palace.

The city was deserted here,for everyone caught nearby now lay dead. As he climbed the hill and neared the glorious palace, he found more and more people: some ignoredhim completely and others fledin terror as they recognised him. His mind was on the Koian woman, but he still had to retrieve the two rings from Alahativa. He had felt firsthand what a demon could do and he had no wish to fight something like that,somethingwhich could devour souls with its thoughts.

He took deep breaths as he climbed and,by the time he had entered the abandoned palace, he had gained enough power to heal his ankle and was feeling something more like a magician again.

Despite his fears that Alahativa may have fled, she was still in her chamber, still arguing with the chained Emperor. Her hair was messed and she looked crazed. Strange energies were billowing around her: a mix of her own ring-empowered magic and the strange alien aura that was threatening to overcome her.

‘So you live!’ she yelled at him, and she hid behind her captive with wild eyes and held a jagged dagger to his throat.

‘I want you to free him,’ Samuel commanded.

‘Never!’ the woman declared. ‘He is mine, forever! I will kill him and kill myself before I let him go to another.’

‘He has his own mind to decide.’

‘But he does not remember yet. I do! Once he realises who I am, he will never want to leave me again. We were made to be together for all time! He just does not remember!’

‘I am not that man!’ the Emperor roared.

‘You are!’ she cried into his ear. ‘I know it!’

‘Then put the other ring on my finger,’ the Emperor suggested. ‘If I am truly who you say, I will have the same powers as you dormant inside me,the same powers that have brought back your memory. If not, then it will prove that I am just a man, and not whom you think.’

‘Yes! Yes!’ she said and she forgot Samuel asshe hurried around in front of her captive. She dropped the dagger and,fumblingin the pockets of her elegant gown,drew out Samuel’s magical ring. She pushed it onto the Emperor’s finger and Samuel saw the energies bloom around him. ‘There! Do you remember now?’

The chains dropped from his hands as he spelled them loose, using the power that came to him via the ring. Just having such power proved that the man called Edmond Calais was,indeed,a magician of some description. The fact that he already knew how to wield his power also spoke volumes.

‘Yes, of course I remember you, Rei,’ and for a moment she had a look of utter elation. But he went on. ‘I have remembered for as long as youhave, cursing you every day as you held me captive but,unlike you, I have turned my back on who I was. We have lived under the curse of Marrag Lin for so long that we have forgotten weeachhave our own free will. Our memories fade over the years but,each time our master returns, we relive the same troubled lives of our past. We cannot keep on doing this forever, Rei. I refuse. I want to be a better man than that.’

‘No,’ she said, shaking her head. ‘What are you saying?’

‘I know who I am, but I do not love you any more. I have been a slave long enough and I will make my own choices from here. You have kept me prisoner in your palace and kept me from my wife and son. I harbour no ill will towards you, but I will stay no longer. You can do as you wish, but do it without me.’

‘What do you mean, Edmond?’ Samuel asked.

The man turned towards Samuel. ‘I am no more Edmond Calais than I am Andor Ferse. I have been countless different people, but I am no more any one of them than I am the man born so many Ages ago called Thann,as she is not truly Rei. Once upon a time,we were lovers, but we have both died countless times since then. We are no longer the people we were. We have been blended and merged with the souls of so many others. It is pointless to lay claim to our old selves. I realised that when my memories first came creeping back to me but,for some reason,she cannot seem to reach the same conclusion.’

‘Don’t leave me, Thann! We have only just found each other. How can I live without you?’

‘Wake up,woman! Nothing will change while we keep re-enacting our old lives. We are not those people any more. I want nothing of you orofbeing Thann.’

‘It is because of that child!’

‘It is. For some reason I cannotfathom, fate has granted me a son and this tiny improbability has finally given me hope. I admit that I am incapable of having feelings for his mother, but she is a good and intelligent woman and she will raise our boy well. I will take them into some deserted part of the world and we will do our best to escape Lin’s return. When I die, I will be reborn within another and it will all begin over again, but I will not think of that now. Who knows what will happen in the future? But at least I will have a son. For a short time, perhaps I can be happy. What will you do, Rei, but follow his commands until the end of time-a hollow woman with a hollow life, raising armies to do his bidding?’

‘Lin will find you! He will kill you,too!’ she declared, pointing an accusing finger towards him. ‘As his strength returns, so will yours, and your memories will overpower you!’

‘Perhaps, so. But I can have my hope. Perhaps this time, things will be different.’

‘Pah! A foolish hope! The Demon King’s legacy cannot be denied!’

‘You mean the stories are true?’ Samuel said, interrupting their argument.

‘Yes, Samuel,’ the man who was once Emperor replied, ‘Lin is coming and there is very little time.’

‘How did this happen?’ he said, feeling defeated by the news. ‘After all we have been through,after all the battles we have fought and all the lives lost, how did we possibly fail? Was it her? Did she put the relics together? I thought she didn’t know how to do it?’

‘Sometimes these things happen instinctively, Samuel. It is too late now to do anything about it. Lin’s return is certain, but is not a sudden event and he will not raise his head for some years to come. It will take time for him to gather his strength and make himself known. Go to your woman. Raise your child. Enjoy these final days as much as you can. That is certainly what I plan to do.’

‘What about the rings? Were they not the relics we were seeking?’

‘The rings are not related to his return at all. These are just as Rei has said-aids for those who are learning to master their magic-children’s toys in our time. When Lin left this world he took our powers from us, but now, in these days of his return, our power is returning along with our memories. In a short time, we will have our full power at our fingertips.’

‘But, I thought the rings had great power? Have we wasted all our time?’

‘They have no power of their own; that is why one ring is no more useful than two. Relics like this were common in those early days when we were learning how to control our magic and were teaching it to others. We also made staves and rods and a multitude of devices used to manipulate the energy of the ether, but most of them are now long gone. Some of the hardier ones had innate methods of preserving themselves. These rings, as you know, transform into great metallic blocks when lost, which simply makes them easier to find. It was nothing more mysterious than that.’

‘It was Dividian who changed the ring from the stone,’ Samuel said. ‘He used the Ancient Lick to form the Great Spell that transformed it.’

‘Such foolishness. If only he had found the proper spell,it could have been done easily. The Ancient Lick can accomplish much, but it is a power that does not belong to us. Its use is forbidden, even to me. Never use it, Samuel. Forget it; destroy any scrap of it you may have learnt.’

‘Why is that?’

‘It is an evil language, rampant with dark power.’

‘I thought it was the language of the Ancients?’

‘Not at all. It was first found in that time, and it is true we Ancients did foolishly play with it-little knowing what it would do-but it is not the language we spoke. It is the tongue of evil, which beckoned to us from other realms. Evil calls to all in this world who become powerful, for power is a beacon for beings that seek to devour it. We knew no better and gave ourselves to that evil and,because of that, we became what we are. We fended off that evil in the end and regained our selves, but we are left forever changed by it. Lin made the ultimate sacrifice, becoming little more than a demon himself to save us. ’

‘So what are you?’ Samuel asked him. ‘Why is it that you live forever like this, taking the bodies of others?’

‘We are two of the last three surviving Ancients. Lin cursed us for our role in his creation and left us to walk the earth in his absence. We can be killed easily enough, but our spirits will readily fill the body of another. Our memories fade with time, whether we die or not, but our nature is difficult to change. Every age we become kings and queens and raise our empires and armies, just as we did back them. It is an eternal curse that we cannot escape.’

‘But to what end?’

‘For Lin. He thrives on destruction and the souls that are releasedhe gathers for his own purposes. They empower him. Every death upon the earth fuels him and makes him stronger.’

‘Is it something to do with the star? Is it truly a portent of his return?’

The man with many names shook his head. ‘I have never seen its like before. The comet’s presence can only be a coincidence. At least, it is not as a result of Lin’s power.’

‘You mentioned another-a third Ancient.’

‘Poltamir,’ the man responded. ‘I have not spoken with him in many Ages. He may be in hiding, and if he can accomplish such a thing, then perhaps I can, too. I’m sorry, I must go now. I hate to leave you here, but I think you can manage on your own. I don’t think she will bother you further,’ and he gestured towards the broken woman as she lay weeping upon the floor, ‘and I must find my Lillith and Leopold. If they have returned to Cintar, I will need to remove Rei’s army before they threaten any more of my people.’

‘Will you return to being the Emperor?’ Samuel asked him, but the other only shook his head.

‘No. I have had enough of crowns and empires. I will slip away with my family and leave the ruling for others. Goodbye, Samuel. I am genuinely honoured to have met you. You have done well.’ He strode towards the broken balcony, looking out the gaping hole over the ruined city. ‘You have acted nobly when all others around you have been corrupt. Please don’t feel disappointed in the way things have worked out. Perhaps in the next age things will be better.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I suggest you follow my example and go to your woman while you can. Enjoy your time together. The child may be born any moment. The mother will need you.’

‘I don’t know if I know how to be a husband or a father.’

‘Don’t be foolish, Samuel. She loves you. You two were made for each other. Go. Be with her.’ He then turned once more to look at the sorry woman lying on the floor. ‘Goodbye, Rei. Please, let them enjoy their final moments. Put aside your petty jealousy for once in your pitiful existence. Their lives will be hard enough.’

‘But what about the Demon King?’ Samuel asked. ‘We can’t just give up. What can we do to stop him?’

‘Nothing, Samuel. Don’t even try. It will only make things worse.’ And with that, silver magic blazed around him and he arrowed away into the sky, towards the west.

The woman once called Rei climbed to her knees with her hair hanging down around her face. She sobbed wildly and crawled towards the hole in the wall.

‘Thann, my love!’ she sobbed. ‘Thann!’

During their conversation, he had time enough to reclaim much of his power, but he did not have the heart to strike such a broken woman. She already looked utterly defeated. Instead, Samuel turned away and left her to her tears.

The palace was completely abandoned and it only took a few minutes for him to reach the Koian woman’s room. The guards and wizards were gone from the halls and he easily broke down the door to her room with a spell, with a good section of the wall crumbling around it. Shara was still there at her side and Samuel rushed up beside them.

‘She’s doing well,’ the old lady said. ‘The pains have subsided. I think all the noise and ruckus outside must have scared the dear thing. You look like a new man. What was going on out there?’

‘Nothing,’ he told her. ‘It is over.’

The labouring god-woman looked weary. She looked up at him with weary eyes. ‘Why won’t he come out? I’m just so tired. I need our baby to come out so I can rest.’

‘I know. It should not be long. Then you can sleep for as long as you want.’ He then turned Shara. ‘Should we move her? The palace is abandoned. We could take her down into the city? We could find somewhere safe and comfortable, and perhaps someone to help us.’

‘I don’t think it’s wise to move her, but we could use the help of a healer, just in case. And we need water and fresh towels. This is no way to have a child.’

‘Very well. I can move her,’ Samuel said and he reached carefully beneath the pregnant woman and plucked her up like a flower, sheets and all. Using his magic, she felt like little more than a pillow in his arms.

He was about to move to the door, when he felt magic building behind him. He threw up his shields, but the spell that came hurtling into the room was not meant for them. Shara screeched as the magic struck her and she burst into cinders.

‘Damn you, Magician!’ Alahativa said, holding herself against the broken doorway. She looked tragic, with her dark eye make-up streaked down her cheeks, and her hair knotted and matted about her face. ‘I will see you dead before I let you leave. At least I shall have that! You will never enjoy being with your woman! You will never feel that child in your arms!’

‘Damn you, witch!’ the Koian woman returned. ‘Why can’t you leave us in peace?’

‘Because of who I am. Because of who you are. Why should I give you peace when all you have given me is such misery? You could have done your duty and died like you were supposed to. Instead, you turned Thann against me and I will have to endure another thousand years of torment before I hold him again!’

‘That was by his own choice, not my doing,’ Samuel responded.

‘We Ancients made our choices long ago, Samuel. There is no pleasure to be had in our lives. At the very least, I will have the joy of watching you die, and seeing the misery on her face. Then, I will drive my armies for the sake of Lin, until there is nothing living upon the earth.’ She cast forth her finger and argent lightning burst forth, driving towards Samuel anddeflecting from his spell shields. The stone walls blew to pieces wherever the spell flickered upon it, but Samuel and the woman in his arms remained unharmed. ‘Your magic will not last forever, Samuel. I know you are tired after facing the old magician. He was much more powerful than me, but I don’t need much power to defeat you. You can’t fight me while you hold the girl, and you can’t protect the both of you. I have you!’

A thrown clay pot landed at the Paatin Queen’s feet and she looked down instinctively. Black soot lay spilled around her feet and dark vapour curled up from it and wafted around her. Too late, she realised what it was.

‘Poison!’ she said, and she gasped, clutching at her throat and gagging. Her lightning spell ended as her attention was distracted. She staggered away from the deadly vapour and came stumbling further into the room, coughing and throwing out spells to whomever had harmed her. A length of wall collapsed and Utik’cah could be seen standing there in the hall. ‘Damn you traitor!’ she squealed. ‘What are you trying to do? Poison cannot kill me. I am your god!’ Already, she was using the power of her ring to expel the toxin from her body. It would only distract her for a few moments at best. She sent out a whip of magic and used it to drag Utik’cah near to her. ‘You will die by your own hand, traitor.’

And at once he, too, began to choke, caught in the toxic fumes that clung to her. ‘You have not saved our people, but cursed them with your evil plans,’ Utik’cah told her. ‘You brought us in from the deserts only to use us for your selfishness. You have no honour and you are not a god. You deserve to die!’

‘Shut up!’ she bellowed. She empowered her fist with magic and slammed the man down to the floor, snapping his back and leaving him writhing in pain.

Something silver glimmered in his grasp,something slender and cylindrical. Utik’cah could not speak for,even as she held him,he clutched onto the thing with both hands and looked at Samuel desperately. Samuel knew what it was and he realised Utik’cah had no idea how to use it. Within it was a hideous spell. It took an instant for Samuel to passthe mana message-a feeling of twisting planteditselfin the Paatin’s mind and he knew that Utik’cah understood. He held the thing as Samuel had prescribed and readied his palms to turn it.

Samuel needed no more indication than that and threw himself out the broken window, stillholdingthe pregnant woman in hisarms. She gasped as they fell, but he would not let them be harmed. He tore his shields down and salvaged the power to cushion their blow, landing softly.

‘You can’t escape me, Samuel!’ Alahativa cried out after him, still spluttering. ‘I vow to destroy you for what you have done to me. Even if you kill me, I will be reborn. I will find all thosewhomyou treasure and destroy their lives. Nothing you touch will ever feel happiness. I curse you as I am cursed! I curse you forever!’

Without a pause, Samuel continued vaulting away, with the Koianmoaningin his arms. He cleared the city in three desperate jumps and set out into the twilight of the Star of Osirah. They landed amidst the pastures beside the gentle river,although it was now strewn with the dark shapes of floating debris and corpses. He dreaded seeing the Paatin Queen pursuing them, but he need nothavefearedfor,in that moment,Utik’cah must have managed to twist the object in his hands. The terrible magic trapped within it was unleashed and Samuel felt the Great Spell’s wrath escape in one awful moment.

The palace vanished in a ball of white light, just as the fortress of Ghant had been destroyed, but this sphere of destruction kept growing, swallowing the city and moving out towards them with incredible speed. Samuel took another leap, bounding away with all his strength, but the wall of blinding fire was behind him. He made the first set of dunes but landed roughly. He dropped to one knee and cradled the woman in his arms as he turned his back to the blast. He threw up the strongest barrier he could muster, and held on tightly.

The wave of destruction struck and it seemed that he and the woman became two blended silhouettes in a world suddenly white. His shield held, but the wind and fire of the Great Spell of Destruction tore by, buffeting them wildly and singeing his cloak at the edges. He held the woman as close as he could but,as the mayhem continued, his magic began to fail. He felt his shields beginning to waiver and jets of boiling air tore about them. He searched within himself for more power, dreading what would happen to the woman in his arms if his magic failed.

The heat crept in and it felt as if it was about to engulf them, when magic came flooding into him-not from himself or any dark source, but from the woman he was protecting. She was looking at him eye to eye and pushing her own energy into him. His shields bloomed back to life and she only stopped aiding him once the decimating light had faded and the night desert was once more around them. The hills and dunes had been flattenedfor as far as the eye could see.

As they stood and surveyed thehorizon to theeast, they could see that nothing remained around the mountain but a massive column of rising smoke that rolled towards the heavens. Every house and home and structure, every wall and tower of the city,had been reduced to nothing more than charred rubble strewn across the ground.

‘Are we safe?’ she asked him, looking at the devastation with concern.

‘We are. It’s over,’ he said. ‘She’s dead.’

‘Good. Now, I’m about to have our baby. Can you get us to somewhere more appropriate?’

He nodded and, as gently as he could, he lifted her up once again andhurdledaway across the desert.

CHAPTER TEN

Starfall

Samuel continued bounding across the rippled sands in the eerie silver twilight. He landed softly, cradling the woman in his arms as well as he could, before springing away again towards his goal. She kept a steady stream of energy flowing into him, keeping him going when he would otherwise have failed from weariness. It was not hard for him to pinpoint the Valley of the Ancients, for the gathering of magicians there sang to his senses. Cang’s aura alone formed a blue glow upon the horizon and Samuel kept on towards it throughout the night. What had taken them days to traverse on camelback, now took only hours as he flew above the difficult terrain on wings of magic. All the while, the Star of Osirah hung above him, with its tail spread across the heavens.

‘How much further?’ she asked, flushed in the face.

‘Not far,’ he told her. ‘Can you hold on?’

‘I think so. The pains have stopped. I think our baby does not want to be born in the desert.’

‘I will hurry.’ And with that he pushed himself on with renewed vigour, with the cold desert wind blowing in his face and setting their clothes flapping wildly around them.

‘What will we do with this child?’ she asked him.

‘Why do you ask? We will raise him together, of course.’

‘I would not ask you to stay with me if you do not love me,’ she said.

‘Of course I love you. My thoughts for you are all that have kept me from going mad. Every day of my confinement, my body was kept under the mountain, but my spirit was always with you.’

‘Was it really you I could feel?’ she asked. ‘I thought perhaps I was going mad. I heard what they did to you, and I almost died from despair.’

‘I don’t know how it happened, but somehow I fled from the pain of my body, and you kept my mind from losing its grip. I was with you, more often than you could know, and my only hope was that we could one day be together. I could not see past our differences at first, but I have come to realise it is only when I am with you that I am complete. After all our time together, it is my greatest regret that I did not realise it sooner.’

She smiled at his answer and closed her eyes. ‘I felt you with me, but I could not see you. In my dreams, I thought I could hear you screaming and,at times, I could sense your pain.’ She opened her eyes again and looked at him with worry. ‘I wanted to kill them all and cometosave you, but the witch was full of lies. She said if I harmed anyone,they would kill you. I was not powerful enough to defy her. I couldn’t bring myself to even try. If not for the kindness of Sir Ferse, I don’t know how I would have survived. What became of him? Did he perish in the city?’

‘He escaped and is making his way back to his family.’

‘That is good. He missed his family as much as I missed you and every day was equal torture for him. I hope I also made his time a little more bearable-and he did teach me so much. He knows a lot about people and the ways of the world. He was very patient and understanding with me. I could feel he was troubled, but he is a good man.’

‘He is, but I am not sure how long that will last. All of us have changed in many ways. Tell me,’ he then asked her, ‘do you think we will be happy together?’

She smiled at him warmly. ‘I cannot think of anything else.’

‘Then I will help you return to your land.’

‘I do not care about going back any more,’ she told him. ‘I have learnt much of who I am and I know I am not a god-and I do not want to be one. Perhaps one day we can find a way to save my people from the Eudans, but for now, my only need is to be a mother.’

They spied the top of the Temple of Shadows, jutting above the sands, just as the sun was dawning behind him, and Samuel took one final leap into the canyon, landing lightly at the foot of the stairs that led up to the entrance.

Master Celios was waiting there at the mouth of the temple, donned in his best Order blacks with silver-hewn hems, and he beckoned to them with urgency. ‘Come! Come! We have been waiting for you all night. Come quickly! The Demon King’s return is upon us. The time is nigh.’

The Koian woman wriggled out of Samuel’s grip and she began up the stairs, holding her belly. Samuel climbed after her, but she stopped him before he could speak. ‘I want to walk a little. It will help the baby to come out. And I’m tired of being carried.’

So Samuel followed her hobbling ascent, with his hand at her back to catch her should she fall, as she took the stairs,one at a time.

‘Master Celios, how did you know we were coming?’ Samuel asked the old seer. He knew he should be angry with the man, but he couldscarcely blame him for his madness. Others had compelled the unfortunate old magician to peer into the future more often than was safe, cracking his sanity in the process.

‘Cang could feel you coming,’ old Celios revealed, craning his head to look at the star above. ‘He has learned how to find you. He tried to explain it to me, but I have no mind for such talk. My mind is ever filled with the visions he asks of me.’

Theyadvancedinto the dim, adorned passageways of the temple.

‘What has happened in our absence?’ Samuel asked the old magician. ‘Something has happened to allow the demons to return. It seems the rings were not the relics we were seeking. Something else must have been responsible.’

‘Yes, yes,we know. Cang will tell you everything,’ was all Celios would say, and they followed the plodding Koian woman to the end of the hall, where she stopped in place.

She began panting quickly and bent her legs, as if looking to sit down. Samuel rushed to her side.

‘Enough walking!’ she said urgently. ‘Carry me!’

He scooped her up and started away, but Celios called them back to the opposite passage. ‘This way. We have readied a room for her this way. The others are waiting. Come.’

Samuel turned about, careful not to hit her head against the walls, for the passageways were quite tight in places. They turned a corner andwentdown some dusty stairs,and Samuel was surprised to find a large chamber, almost as wide as the temple itself, built beneath the temple. The great space was entirely vacant, save for a circular pattern of stones laid into the floor at its very centre. A gathering of people waswaiting upon it.

Cang was foremost there, with his simple smock hanging on his skeletal frame and tied tightly around at the waist. Lomar and Eric also waited beside Balten,and they all turned to see the visitors arrive. Cang called out on sight of the new-comers’ approach and three Paatin women came scurrying from a side chamber and began beckoning Samuel over. He took the Koian woman past them to find a bedded room, stocked with linen and a washbasin, obviously prepared for their arrival.

‘Come, lady,’ one of the women spoke in a Paatin dialect and helped the pregnant woman from Samuel’s arms and into the bed.

No sooner had she lain back than she screamed, with her pained face turning beetroot red, and the women rushed to her side, pushing Samuel out of the way.

‘Come, Samuel,’ Balten said, waiting at the door. ‘They will care for her. We need to speak.’

Samuel reluctantly followed the man across the echoing chamber, where the others waited at its middle.

‘What happened to all the relics here? The books and shelves? The temple was full the last time I was here,’ he noted.

‘Plans have changed, Samuel,’ Balten said. ‘Everything has been carefully packed and removed, sent to other Circle hiding places around the world. The temples have always served as insurance, to pass future generations the knowledge to combat the Demon King. Now, we will not be needing it. Tonight we will achieve victory. Let Cang explain the rest.’

They reached the centre of the room and Samuel stepped up onto the raised stone circle with the others.

‘Samuel!’ Lomar said. ‘You are alive! It is good to see you.’ And he gave him a great engulfing hug. ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t save them. Because of my failure, you had to endure all this time in your prison.’

‘I’m glad to see you, too,’ Samuel tried to return, but the words were lost in the crush. ‘It doesn’t matter about before. You did what you could. We are well, now.’

When Samuel could tear the man away, he saw Eric waiting beside and shook his friend’s hand warmly,and then, too, gave him a great friendly hug.

‘It’s good to see you,’ he said. ‘I bet you thought I was dead.’

Eric smiled sheepishly. ‘No. Cang seemed confident the whole time that you were alive, until just before. Then, Celios was stricken as if blinded and could not see anything. There was a great light shining to the east. We ran outside to see it. What happened?’

‘Hol is destroyed: the Paatin Queen and all her people with it. Only the Emperor escaped.’

‘He was here, not long ago, but he looked…different.’

Samuel nodded. ‘There is much more to his story than we will probably ever know.’

‘When we told him we had seen the Empress and Leopold safely to Cintar,he rushed after them before we could stop him. I don’t know how he will manage crossing the wastes by himself.’

‘I don’t think he will have any trouble,’ Samuel suggested.

‘Cang sent her back months ago with a squad of his Circle agents. Word returned later that they had arrived without too much trouble. She wanted to wait here until you and her husband were saved or released, but it was just too dangerous. We did not want to risk a rescue until the time was right. Somehow, the time just never became right.’

‘I can understand. I managed by myself.’

‘Master Celios has also been filling us in on the occasional events in the palace, but mostly he has been focussed on the rest of the world. He has kept us busy cataloguing and dispersing all his treasures and relics.’

‘Why? What has been happening?’ Samuel asked.

‘Lin’s return,’ Cang said, stepping up and baring his jagged teeth. ‘The Demon God’s coming is always heralded by a time of war upon the earth. There are few places now untouched by violence and it will only worsen with each day.’

‘What about Cintar?’ Samuel asked.

‘Under siege for many months, but the city still stands,’ Lomar said. ‘Alahativa’s forces are black around it, but the city is holding well. Since the Empress’ return, the will of the people has rallied. They have access to the sea and more than enough stores to survive many months more. The city has lived up to its reputation, even after its dreadful loss.’

‘What loss is that?’ Samuel asked the dark-skinned man.

‘Forgive me, Samuel. I forget you have been away from us for so long. The Council of Magicians is no more. All the Lords have fallen. Still, the great city perseveres. General Ruardin and his men, along with the remnants of the Order, are holding their ground. You and I are last of the magician Lords.’

Samuel accepted the news without any hint of emotion. ‘Then that is why Alahativa forged her alliance with the Grand Master,’ he mused. ‘No matter what efforts she made, she could not take Cintar. She lured us here to thin the ranks in the city, but still it was not enough.’

‘What’s that?’ Eric asked with interest, picking up on the mention of the old Lion.

‘Anthem was here, in the Queen’s city.’

‘And what else, Samuel?’ Cang said with a toothy, knowing smile. ‘What happened to your old teacher and friend?’

‘I see you already have some idea,’ Samuel replied darkly. He then turned back to Eric. ‘Anthem had made a pact with the Paatin Queen. He was going to give her Cintar.’

‘Nonsense,’ Eric said. ‘Even if it were true, how would he accomplish such a thing?’

‘I don’t know. Perhaps he knows its weaknesses, or some secret that would get them within the walls. The Grand Master and I had something of a disagreement. We fought and he performed a spell of Summoning. In the end, the spell engulfed him and he was lost within it.’

‘He’s gone?’ Eric said with disbelief.

‘Yes. He’s dead.’

Cang ran his tongue over his teeth. ‘I always thought the old fool would meet such a bitter end. Perhaps that is one of the worst deaths, if,indeed,he had the luxury of dying. In some realms, the things that live there would be feasting on him for centuries to come.’

‘But why would he do such a thing?’ Eric asked. ‘I thought he had been in Garteny all this time, seeking a treaty with King Otgart?’

‘We did not have time to discuss his journey to the north, but it seemed he had only just arrived when I met him. As you can see, the Koian woman and I are having a child. Anthem wanted that child and,to that end, he made his pact.’

‘That’s your child?’ Eric said with interest.

‘Of course it is.’

‘I didn’t mean it like that,’ Eric said. ‘It’s just that you are a magician.’

‘The Koian god-woman and Samuel are both unique,’ Balten explained. ‘Joined to any other, they will not produce offspring, but together it seems they are both fertile. A rare and momentous coincidence.’

‘Yes,’ Cang said. ‘So it seems the upstart Anthem has been hard at work with his own plot. Shame on him and his Order for pointing their figures at me so many times over the years! They could not resist themselves when the woman appeared, for it was obvious that the two of you were made from the same mould. They began at oncetoconsider what would happen if it turned out you could generate young. While all magicians eventually lose their eagerness for the opposite gender, it was obvious that you were not similarly affected, Samuel-a thing unheard of amongst magic-wielders of every description.’

Samuel went on. ‘Anthem wanted to takeour sonand raisehim. He believed the mixing of our blood would result in a child powerful enough to end these wars-to endallwars.’

Cang looked pleased. As always, his expressions were not well suited for the situation. ‘He did, did he? See what happens when someone only reads half the story? Did Balten not warn you of the meddling nature of the Order? They cannot help it. They are eternally meddlesome and curious, beyond even good sense. They sent you on this perilous journey, with Grand Master Tudor as your protector, knowing full well that the sultry Paatin witch was curious to see you for herself. I would not be surprised if she was thinking of using you to gain a child for herself.’ To which Samuel did his best not to react.

‘But that seems foolish,’ Eric put in. ‘If everyone wanted them together so much, why wouldn’t they just put the two of them in a comfortable room together and lock the door? Why go to so much trouble.’

‘Alahativa wanted him,’ Cang went on, ‘and she had already forged the deal with Chancellor Donovan and the other conspirators of the palace. They had no idea that the Koians were arriving. They had to send you, for that was part of the pact to be rid of the Empress, but Anthem then had to send the Koian woman along with you once those ideas had started running through his mind. He could not force you together, and so he merely hoped that something would happen along the way; magicians are certainly not renowned for their romantic genius. As it turned out, you made it all the way into Alahativa’s clutches without performing as desired, so Anthem was forced to make his agreement with the Paatin Queen: Cintarin exchangefor a child. The Koians were only too keen to assist with everything for,as you know, Canyon was pulling the strings. He was wellpractised at using the girl for his own schemes, and the promise of riches and power soon helped decide his mind. Putting the two of them together certainly did not clash with his Circle commands.’

‘But there was something else,’ said Samuel. ‘Alahativa began to remember things. It seems she had past lives. She claimed that she and the Emperor were born in the time of the Ancients.’

‘What she said is true. And that is why I am even more impressed that you managed to destroy her, for now, as their king returns, the Ancient Ones are growing in strength. They cannot ever truly be killed,and they can be formidable opponents at their full potency. No doubt,even now she will be in another body somewhere in Amandia, working to overpower her host.’

‘So what was she talking about?’ Samuel asked. ‘Why was this curse put upon them? She was furious, but the Emperor didn’t seem to care about their king or such things.’

‘I suppose even immortality could become tiresome eventually, imprisoned as they are, repeating their lives for all time. They lived in the time of Lin and were a part of his accursed rise to power. They raised him to the status of a god and they caused havoc until, for some reason we cannot understand, he left this world. They thought they would be wellrewarded for their service, but Lin left them behind, as powerless as mortals. When the Demon King is about to return, the Ancients return to their true selves, to act as his servants. The rest of the time, they are ignorant of their true origins.’

‘The Emperor is an Ancient, too?’ Eric asked.

‘Yes,’ Samuel said. ‘But he turned his back on the others. He said he refuses to serve the Demon King any further.’

‘Ah, interesting,’ said Cang. ‘It astounds me that he made such a decision. Still, it will not last long. As Lin approaches, his hold on his servants will grow stronger. The Emperor will have no choice but to bend to his master’s will eventually.’

Eric looked deep in thought. ‘Then,if the Emperor was already immortal, Master Celios was not responsible for saving him at all.’

‘Correct you are, Master Pot, but good Master Celios here did ensure the Emperor’s spirit went into the vessel of our choosing.’ Hearing his voice, Celios seemed startled, but he had obviously not been following the conversation. After barely a moment, his attention drifted away and he was again staring off into space. ‘Otherwise, it could have gone anywhere, into any random host across the world and we would have lost track of him. I wanted him here, to die along with his master.’

‘So why did you let him go?’

‘He cannot run far enough in one night to escape what will come.’

Samuel became angered by the admission. ‘So it is you who has engineered this entire scheme. Why would you do this to us? What were you hoping to achieve? The relics were false and had no part in the return of the Demon King-the Emperor told me that. Everything we’ve done has been for naught. So what did you have to gain by sending us to Hol? Why put us through all this?’

Cang slowly drew back his lips. ‘My goal has never been to stop the return of Lin, young Samuel, but to ensure it. You and your party were sent to Hol for a few simple reasons, all of which were achieved. We now have everything we need to killtheKing ofDemons.’

Samuel looked around the vastandempty chamber. There was nothing to which the old devil could have been referring. ‘Where are they? What are these things?’

‘Time was the most important. We needed to ensure he arrived at the time of our choosing…or at least thereabouts. That is why we did not come blazing to your rescue during these past nine months that you were imprisoned, for it was better for everyone that you just stayed put. The other thing we needed to prepare was the method of his destruction. It is no simple matter to destroy a god. It takes more power than all the relics and magicians on earth. Indeed, no power on earthcandestroy Lin, but we now have the tool of his destruction at the ready. I have been summoning it to us for the last seventy years. It is above us now, seemingly still but,in reality,it is speeding towards us at an incredible rate and it will strike with the vengeance of all the untold souls that Lin has stolen over the Ages. This will be the weapon of his ending.’

‘The Star of Osirah?’ Samuel asked.

‘That is what the Paatin call it, but I have no interest in naming such a thing. It is only what it can achieve that concerns me. I am no trivial magician, Samuel, as I am sure you have come to learn. I have powers beyond almost every other magician in this world, and still I am not foolish enough to think I can face Lin directly. I have put all my energies into finding and directing this heavenly body, a frozen block of stone the size of a mountain. Inch by inch, I have nudged it towards us, pushing it from its natural course and ensuring it will strike exactly as required. In less than an hour, it will be here. A humble stone to kill a demon. I think it is fitting-like the fables of old.’

‘You will pull a star down upon us?’ Eric said. ‘This is madness. Surely it will kill us all.’

‘Not allof us, but most of us, yes. In truth,it is not a star, but such details matter little. I have scried the heavens all my life and the inner bodies offer little mystery to me. Occasionally, such wanderers come skimming past our world, but this one proved special. It seemed to beinjust the right place at just the right time, almost as if it weresent to me for this very purpose. All I needed was time to get the players into their position. That has now been achieved. When it strikes, half the world will be destroyed,engulfed in hellfire and destruction-even Lin cannot survive this. His first few breaths upon our world will be his last!’

‘You are mad!’ Eric said. ‘You will kill everyone!’

‘So would Lin, but this way the demon is destroyed also and he will never return to blight us. Man will survive and claw his way back, as he does after every new Age, but this time, once we recover from the ashes, we will be free forever more.’

‘I won’t allow it,’ Samuel declared, but Cang only scoffed.

‘You have no choice, boy. Look up! Starfall is here. Not even I could prevent it now. This mountain of rock will strike us with such tenacity that the sun will turn black for decades to come. Lin’s fate is sealed. We have won.’

‘But what about us?’ Eric asked, fearful.

‘That is where you come in, my dear boy. Do you think we brought you here for your good looks? Your role is to save us. I am not so valiant as to be a martyr for the sake of a humanity I now no longer understand. I had to remain here to oversee my plan, but now,all the pieces are in place, it is time for us to depart.’

‘My Journey spell,’ Eric whispered with sudden realisation.

‘Of course. Again, opportunity and chance have blessed us with the knowledge of a spell lost for Ages. Our only chance of surviving lies in you transporting us away from here.’

‘But I can’t.’

‘Of course you can!’

‘Not so many of us. I can only take one or two with me at the most.’

‘We can take as many trips as you wish, boy. Everything is ready, so we can now leave at your leisure. The only trick will be focussing on our destination, as we will need to Journey somewhere far away, where you have never been.’

‘That’s not how it works. The spell will only take me to places I am familiar with. We could return to Cintar. That would be simple.’

‘Cintar will be destroyed, dolt, or haven’t you been listening? This valley will be struck directly and the eastern side of Amandia will be turned to molten rock and ashes. TheWest will be blasted with hellish winds and buried in poisonous soot for a thousand years. Nothing will survive. I will help you visualise where we need to go, far across the world. I have constructed a chamber just like this, in the land of Euda. I had it constructed for just this purpose. There, protected, we will weather the storm and emerge to rebuild civilisation from scratch. We will lay the foundations of a better society, free from the evils that haunt us now.’

‘Is that why you have done all this?’ Samuel asked. ‘To make yourself a king?’

‘Of course not. I have no need for power or riches. I barely understand what such things are about any more. This wretched quest of mine has consumed my very being and all I seek is an end to it all. Then, I shall pass the responsibilities of overseeing mankind to any who are suitable to take them.’

Eric nodded dumbly, as if accepting their fates. ‘Very well. If we have nothing else to do, let us go. If time is as short as you say, we should be away from here while we can.’

‘But wait,’ Samuel said. ‘My son is about to be born. I will goandsee how much longer it will take.’

‘I’m afraid that’s not possible, Samuel,’ Cang said. ‘We are not taking your woman or the child in her belly.’

‘What is that?’ Samuel stated, in disbelief. ‘I am not leaving them behind.’

‘Then feel free to stay, Samuel. You have served us well, but we need you no more. In fact, you ceased being useful some time ago and have only complicated matters by returning here. By killing the Paatin Queen,you may have allowed her to escape her destruction, but it matters not. We will find her in the end. You have served your purpose and can come with us if you choose, but you must leave the woman and child behind. That is the reward for your service,’ Cang said.

‘What manner of nonsense is this?’ Samuel said angrily. ‘I will not leave them here to die. They are coming with us.’

‘I’m afraid not,’ Balten said, stepping in.

There was an awful silence.

‘Why would you condemn them to die?’ Samuel asked, incredulous at their intention. ‘Has everyone gone mad?’

‘It is not worth arguing over. Time is of the essence,’ and Cang looked at Eric, for the first time showing some urgency on his face. ‘Time is fleeting. Make your spell, boy, or we are lost.’

‘How can I?’ Eric stammered, but Cang stepped over and guided him firmly into the middle of the stones.

‘All you need to do is focus on a room identical to this, but coloured blue as the desert sky. Focus on that and your mind will find the place we seek. The circle stones here and at our destination are cut from the same source. Use that, too, to guide your spell. In all the world there is only one such place unique as that. It should only take you a moment.’

Cang then hurried out of the raised circle and Balten and Celios followed, leaving Samuel alone with his friend.

‘What should I do, Samuel?’ he asked.

‘Go,’ Samuel told him. ‘I will follow. Damn this lot and damn their plans. We will make do.’ And he moved out from the circle of stones, beside the others.

‘I feel theDemonKingapproaching!’ Celios called out, looking around with alarm, as if the door to hell could open anywhere about him.

‘Very well,’ Eric said and closed his eyes. He began knitting the spell, weaving a lattice of magic around himself. The power that went into the thing was not enormous, for it was a masterpiece of efficiency, based on precision rather than brute force. Samuel took careful note of all around him, and he noted Cang’s eyes darting about as Eric moulded his spell.

‘It’s done,’ Eric said, standing in the middle of the spell, as it slowly revolved around him. ‘I can feel the destination. I only hope everything is as you say, or this will be the last time you see me.’

‘I’m sure you’ve done well, young Master Pot,’ Cang said, circling the spell and ogling it with interest. ‘I never would have guessed some of this. It is intricate,as I expected, but some of the design seems confounding. The concepts are beyond my understanding. You are truly talented.’

‘I don’t know how it works,’ Eric said. ‘It just does. Let me test it.’

And with that his spell fell inwards and Eric disappeared.

‘Wait!’ Cang called after him but he was too late. Eric had gone.

‘It’s coming!’ called a strained voice from the side chamber. It was the Koian woman, calling out in pain.

Samuel ran to the room and went to her side. The bed sheets were wet and the three Paatin women there were helping as best they could. One waswaitingbeside the foot of the bed, where the sheets had been rolled up, with her handspoised readyas if to catch something. Master Celios rushed in beside Samuel and began gawking at the labouring woman and Samuel had to push the man back towards the doorway.

‘It is coming! Push now,’ one of the midwives said, gesturing to the Koian woman with her hands. Taking her prompting, the Koian woman puffed and panted, then paused, before pushing again with all her might as the midwife instructed.

‘It is coming! It is coming!’ Celios echoed with glee.

Samuel tried to quieten him, but he kept jumping and clapping like a senile fool,and so Samuel did his best to ignore the man as he danced and cavorted just outside the doorway.

The Koian woman continued puffing and shouting intermittently, crying out so as to fill Samuel with alarm. She strained and sobbed until, unexpectedly, the chief midwife stood up and she helda newborn infant in her hands, wet with fluid and covered in streaks of blood. She immediately set the child onto a towel beside the bed and began to gently clean it off. The Koian woman took great breaths to recover her strength and closed her eyes with utter relief.

Samuel went beside the midwife to look at his child and he could see that it was a healthy boy. There was no aura of life around it, just as with himselfand the mother, but he supposed it was natural that the child should also share their common traits. Looking to the midwife, Samuel felt bewildered, for that woman,too,had no radiance of power about her and Samuel looked around to the others in the room, for he realised his magician’ssighthad left him entirely. Everything in the room suddenly seemed dull and grey and he could not see the natural energy in anything around him.

‘What’s happening?’ he asked aloud, but Master Celios’ crazed shouts in the doorway interrupted his thoughts.

‘He is here! He is here!’ Celios cried. ‘The king is here!’

‘What are you talking about, you fool!’ Samuel asked, turning to the man furiously, for he could tolerate Celios’ ranting no longer.

‘My Lord has arrived! Lin is here, reborn to rule the earth! Don’t you understand, yet, you stupid boy?’ Celios cried out, mocking him. ‘The moment we have been waiting for has arrived!’

‘Stop this nonsense, you idiot! Stop your ranting!’ Samuel shouted back and struck the old Master, sending him sprawling out of the room.

‘I’m afraid he’s right, Samuel,’ Cang said, stepping gingerly into the room. ‘This birth is what we have been waiting for.’

‘What are you all talking about?’

‘There are many kinds of portals and many forms of doorways, Samuel. Lin requires a way to enter our world in body and soul and this is the only way to accomplish it for the purposes he requires. Anthem was right, in a way, that your child would be special, but not as a saviour as he thought. This baby is Lin himself, returned in mortal form.’

‘But the relics…’ Samuel began.

‘You are the relics, Samuel-you and the Koian woman. The two devices that would return him to this world-that would seal humanity’s destruction-are human. He left you both behind and, like the three Ancients, your spirits are immortal, delving from one body to the next-but there is a difference. When the Ancient Ones die, they immediately inhabit another suitable body. But you and the woman live from birth to death, born at the same time to die at the same time. Yours lives are as matched as your natures. You each contain the seeds for his return and,only by combining them,can he be reborn. His plan is ingenious, for you are left at opposite ends of the earth. Only once civilisation is sufficiently developed can you be brought together: in natural ways by sea or land or air-borne by the natural processes of trade or diplomacy or war. The details do not matter, but the outcome is always the same.

‘Man should know better than to force such a child into being, but you have seen how the Koians and the Order behaved. They knew you were different, that you were unusual but,like irresponsible children,they could not wait to see what would result from putting you together. They plotted and schemed until it was done, against their better judgement and against the legends and warnings left from the past, and then they stood back to see what would be the result. In every Age,this has happened, and here-it has happened again. Today, the end of this Age has begun. Lin, your son, has returned.’

Samuel felt weak.

‘What does he mean?’ the Koian woman called faintly from her bed. ‘What is he saying about our baby?’

Samuel was still struggling to grasp what Cang was saying. ‘But, why would this happen to us? He is just a baby.’

‘Now he is but a baby, but he will grow. Inside him is the spirit of a demon. Already, he is learningabouthis new surroundings: growing accustomed to the light, the sounds, the smell of us and the room. He will grow as a normal child, but his thoughts are already that of Lin. It takes time to grow into a new body, but he is in no hurry. It is hardly a moment for him. He will grow as a normal boy, watching and observing the world. Once his body is ready, and once he decides the time is right, he will begin his work.

‘The world is already in turmoil and thosedepartedsouls that have already joined the ether will be his for the taking. He will kill those who remain and add them to his strength. Then, once his grim task is done and only a few of us remain, he will depart and the next Age will begin. Did you think the Demon King would descend from the sky, bathed in flames and hurling bolts of lightning? I’m afraid not, Samuel. This is how the world ends. There is no need of hell-spawn and demons to assist him. The wars of man are sufficientfor himto procure the food that he needs, although I am sure he will do his best to help. He will walk the earth unchallenged and fell armies with his blows.’

‘I don’t believe you,’ the Koian woman said from her bed. ‘This is my son. He is not what you say. It is you who are the demon!’

The head midwife had not understood anythingof what Cang was saying in the Old Tongue, and she had already taken care of the afterbirth and tied the child’s cord and placed the babe back against its mother. Wiped and cleaned, wrapped in a soft cloth, the child wriggled on her chest. She offered the baby her nipple at the direction of the midwife, but it squirmed and smacked its lips and would not take anything into its mouth.

‘He will not feed,’ Cang said, ‘nor drink. He has no need of air or sunlight or any of the things we require for life. He cannot be killed. All he will do is grow and develop until he is ready to take back his kingdom. The spell that destroyed Hol would have turned his mother to ashes around him, but he would have survived. Only Starfall, the greatest spell ever conceived, has the power to defeat him.’

The Koian struggled with the babe, but it wailed reluctantly and turned its head erratically as she attempted to thrust her nipple between its lips.

‘How can you be so sure?’ Samuel asked. ‘You’ve said yourself that man has tried many times to avert this fate. What if you are helping to achieve exactly what Lin desires? What if you are the one who has brought about his return with your damned plans? Perhaps this is the way it always ends?’

‘I have spent my life studying the remains of other Ages, Samuel. I admit that most ancient history is unknown eventome, but I am willing to bet that none hasever achieved a plan of such sophistication. This half of the world will be cleansed of all life. Such a thing has never happened before.’

There was a flash of magic and Eric reappeared within the main chamber, visible through the doorway and standing in the middle of the stone circle. Cang started out and Samuel and the others followed, leaving the Koian with her child.

‘Did you know of this, Balten?’ Samuel asked with concern, marching up beside the tall magician.

‘Not all of it, Samuel. Cang kept the details to himself to keep his plan safe. I did not know most of what he has said until recently. I am sorry it has come to this, but there is nothing we can do.’

‘How was your journey, Master Pot?’ Cang asked of Eric.

Eric looked quite excited. ‘I made it. I found another chamber just like this, lined with blue tiles. It was empty, so I came back. We can leaveatany time.’

‘Wait a moment,’ Samuel told him. ‘Before you do anything to help them, we need to settle something with Cang.’

‘There’s one more thing you should hear, Samuel, before you do anything rash,’ Cang announced. ‘You may have noticed that you have lost much of your wonderful magic. Lin now has need of it and has called it back unto himself. Mother and father are no longer required to care for him. You could throw him into a ditch if you felt the inclination and he would still survive, although I would guess he would be mighty angry about it, flailing about in the dirt for years-but I doubt that has ever happened. Asforyou two, the instinct to care for him is natural and his parents would always have felt the need to care for him. But,if I were you, I would be careful what you do from this point on. You will find you are no longer nearly as powerful as you were. Any curses or blessings that Lin had granted you have been taken back. You are nothing more than a common man and she, a common woman. You can live and die separately as you wish, for that part of Lin’s legacy has now ended. Any powers you have left are what you may have cultivated yourself over your short life. I can see already that is something, but you are now nothing more than an ordinary magician.’

‘I still don’t believe you, Cang. Your words are poison and,even if it were true, his fate is not decided. People can change. Perhaps he will be the saviour of the world and not its destroyer. Everything you know you have learnt from stones and books. They could be wrong. They could be nothing but stories for all we know.’

But Cang only scoffed. ‘Of course not! He is the King of Demons. He will not throw down his crown and be a humble farmer or a poet, no matter how hard you may wish for it. His only purpose is to harvest us and devour our very souls!’

‘To what end?’

‘He is absolute evil! That is the only reason he needs. He has already begunpreparing himselffor the task. Have you guessed why you and the woman seemed to lack all presence, Samuel?’ Samuel looked at his hands and, despite the fact that he could no longer see magic, he could sense power shimmering around his skin-something he could never do before. ‘You have lost that blessing and we can sense you now easily enough. As magicians, we can sense other living things. Everything has energy within it. It is the boundary of their selves, where the extent of their life force ends, and what we can feel are the vibrations that occur at the edges of this energy.

‘The boundary of my power is larger than most and,to see it,I must stand in an open space, where the walls do not get in the way, for it is only the edges that give themselves away. I can then see it, shimmering around me like moondust or glitter. Lin had left half of his power to you and half to the girl-a vast reservoir of energy. To see such power,you would need to look to the horizon, or further, out to the edge of this world, towards the stars. You had access to almost limitless supplies of power, the remnants of every soul who has died since the last Age, gathered and awaiting Lin’s return. You were not invisible, Samuel, but hidden at the core of a power that surrounds this very world. Now that power is his. If you had known how to properly harness it, you could have been something akin to gods yourselves. But,as you have found, it takes the experience of a god to wield such power, and you seem to have enough trouble dealing with your own petty woes and worries. Now, I have dallied enough. I must kill you, for I had hoped you would be completely powerless once the demon was born, but it seems you did develop some skill by yourself. I can’t risk you escaping away with that demon. He needs to wait here for his end.’

Cang raised his palm without further ado and Samuel had only that instant to prepare himself. He cast up a shield of spells, but was startled when nothing appeared before him. In the moment it took to remember that he could no longer see his magic, a blast from Cang had him flying onto his back and he screamed with pain upon the stones.

‘Eric!’ he cried.

But Cang kept the other back with a warning glare. ‘Stand back and do not interfere, Master Pot. I have no need of you, either, although I would not readily see you dead. Now I have witnessed your Journey spell,I can cast it for myself. Do not tempt me.’

‘You may not need me, but I can still cause you some grief,’ Eric called out, and summoned a fistful of magic into each palm. He was still on the dais, and he aimed his spells at the stones beneath his feet. ‘Harm Samuel and I will destroy the circle. You may have learnt the Journey spell, but you still need this circle to focus on your destination.’

‘Damn you, boy! Don’t be foolish. I have been to the other temple many times. I don’t need some rocks to find my way.’

‘That may be so,’ Eric responded, ‘but if you have only just learned my spell,then you have had no time to master its details. It is quite tricky, as you can understand. It took me years to perfect. If I were you, I wouldn’t risk burying myself inside a mountain. Even the slightest mistake can be fatal.’

Cang was enraged and the floor around him crackled black as furious magic seethed from within him. ‘Damn you twice, boy! Very well. We will not harm him, but the demon child must stay to meet its fate.’

Meanwhile, Lomar, quiet all this time, crepttowhere Samuel lay upon the floor and helped him to his feet. ‘Ready yourself, Samuel. I will save the child and its mother, but you and Eric will need to distract Cang and Balten while I get them away. When I call to you, do whatever you can. If I can get them to the dais, we can escape. Then, I will return for you.’

Samuel nodded and Lomar backed away, bound for the birthing room.

‘You’d better take care, Cang, or you will find yourself stranded here beneath your star,’ Samuel called and Cang again spun round to face him.

The knotty magician made a cruel smile. ‘Then so be it. I was hoping to escape and help the survivors of this mess to recover, but if you insist that we all need to die, then so be it-but whatever happens, I will not allow the demon to leave this valley.’

Lomar then came stepping out of the side room. He had his cloak bundled up andhemoved stealthily, but Cang immediately turned towards him and knew what was happening at once. He seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

‘What are you doing, Lomar, you insolent fool! Put the child back with its mother!’ he roared and that was when Samuel struck.

He knew he had little power left, but he had not spent the last few minutes being idle. He had spent his time crafting a subtle Sapping spell. Blindly and numbly he had acted, fumbling with magic by feel and from memory, when normally he could have cast such a spell in an instant. He had enshrouded the thing within the best concealment spells he had learned from Grand Master Tudor and across the floor he sent it. He attached it to the leg of Cang and it began nibbling cautiously at his power.

The stream of power that came back into Samuel revitalised him. He took a few refreshing gulps and then he sent out a blast of magic towards the leader of the Circle. The spell struck Cang without effect, for the cunning magician ever had his defences in place. He took the blow without flinching and, turning from Lomar, he sent a spell of his own back that evaporated Samuel’s hastily crafted barriers in a single swipe.

At this, Balten seemed to lurch into life and came forward to assist his master, but Eric in turn struck out against him, sending a spell into the man’s back that made him spin around with a grimace. The two fought, trading spells that whistled and roared, but Balten had to take care not to damage the circle. Eric, however, was under no such limitation.

Samuel opened his Sapping spell further, for the thing had rooted itself deeply within Cang and had a tight grip. He started gulping at the power and only then did Cang realise what was happening.

‘Damn you all thrice!’ he howled and struggled to disrupt the spell, stamping his legs and blasting at the elusive magic with magic of his own.

Samuel took the chance to send more spells hurtling at the old magician, using the wiry man’s own power against him, and Cang howled in rage as he deflected the blows with one hand.

A shadow caught Samuel’s eye and he was relieved to see that Lomar had finally gained his place beside Eric, with the child moving about inside his robe. It was Master Celioswhogave him away, for he came running up behind Lomar laughing and clapping.

‘The King is here! The King is here!’ he cried, like a buffoon and,in response, Lomar acted. He twirled about like a tornado, once in full circle and with the deftness of an acrobat. Something had glinted in his hand amongst the blur of flying black cloth and Celios froze on the spot, clutching at the red line across his throat.

‘What in blazes are you doing? You fool!’ Cang called aloud.

Lomar’s hand then reached Eric and he gripped on and hugged close. Eric looked as surprised as Samuel at the deftness and ferocity at which Lomar had dispatched of Celios, for the seer had been more of a pest than a threat. Still, Eric’s spell hadanticipatedthe plan, and his second Journey spell snapped out around the both of them and they were gone.

Cang stood wide-eyed with disbelief. The room was quiet, with smoke rising from scorched pieces of stone where spells had landed astray. Only Master Celios’ gurgling and final coughs of blood broke the silence, until he, too, was quiet, lying still on the floor.

‘What has he done?’ Cang stammered and snapped Samuel’s Sapping spell with a final shake of his leg.

Balten had wandered onto the dais, but Cang rushed past and pushed him aside.

‘Get outofthe way,’ Cang ordered and,with that,he forged his own Journey spell, bringing it into being around himself with impressive speed and skill.

Samuel could no longer see the weaves in play, but he could sense the magic falling into place. He could feel the designs as if they were scars upon reality, but they were intangible to his eyes.

‘There!’ Cang called as he finished the final segment, and he released the spell at once. He should have disappeared along with the spell as the magic flashed from existence, but something went terribly awry. His right hand had vanished, while the rest of him remained. He held the stump before him and roared, but more from anger than anything. No blood issued from the wound,andCang was too powerful to be worriedashe turned to face Samuel, full of rage.

‘Do you see what you’ve done? The Demon King has escaped and we cannot follow him. Your fool friend has broken the stones at the other side. We are trapped here!’

Several shrill screams sounded from the birthing room and Samuel felt magic at work from within. He forgot Cang and went to rush away, but the Koian woman had already come running out and was tying a sash around her waist. She had new clothes on, of the Paatin-style, and,remarkably, she looked refreshed and vital. She looked as lithe as she had in the year past and was obviously having no difficulty in moving about, despite the trauma of having just given birth.

‘Where is my baby?’ she called.

‘Your demon spawn is gone!’ Cang called. ‘Escaped!’

She looked content with the news and came over tostandbeside Samuel. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, pushing her face into his chest. ‘That’s good. Then let us go and be with him.’

‘What have you done?’ Samuel asked her, pushing her away so he could look into her face. ‘Where are the midwives?’ he added, looking back towards the room.

‘I couldn’t just wait in bed,’ she replied. ‘I needed them. If we were all going to die anyway, what does it matter?’

Samuel had no time to argue with her. In the end, he supposed it was true; they had no time to let her rest in bed. It was only her flagrant disregard for the livesof othersthat bothered him.

‘How can this be?’ Cang said to himself, still raging. ‘What has he done? Lomar has ruined everything!’

‘Lomar has tricked you,’ Samuel said. ‘Eric will be back for us, but your plans are finished.’

‘Back? My dear Samuel, Iamcertain that by now your friend Eric is dead. Lomar is the most devilish servant of the Circle I have. I just can’t imagine how he thinks to profit from ruining our plans. He must realise this means doom for us all.’

‘What do you mean?’ Samuel asked.

‘Who do you think kidnapped the Empress and brought her here in the first place? He was the one who secreted her away, keeping her hidden in Ghant andsurrenderingher to the Paatin. He delivered the Paatin Queen’s poison to your School of Magic and ensured it would thin the Order ranks. That was Anthem’s punishment for tampering with Chancellor Donovan’s affairs, and the Chancellor’s payment for services rendered. Lomar has been on top of this whole affair since the start. Why do you think he has been standing with his mouth clamped shut all this time, while we have been making revelations that would attract comment from even the most dim-witted of magicians? I will tell you why. Of all my minions, Lomar was my oldest and most trusted. He already knew everything there was to know! Lomar was supposed to carry on with my plan if I fell. See how skilfully he killed poor Master Celios? What kind of magician can do that? He has been an assassin since he was barely nine years old.’

‘That’s ridiculous.’

‘My, how you have been fooled! Balten’s task was to intimidate you when required, but Lomar was charged with befriending you. He was there from the very beginning, or don’t you remember? After I first heard rumours of your presence in Marlen, he was the first man to be sent to the scene! It was he that called in Ash and his team to do their dirty work upon your family. Lomar has been steering you all along.’

‘No, you lie,’ Samuel said, in complete denial of Cang’s words.

‘It is true, Samuel,’ Balten said. ‘If you think deeply, you will realise that he has always been leading you towards this path. Lomar is much more diabolical than he seems. He is my superior within the Circle.’

Cang grit his teeth in anger. ‘He would have made a worthy successor, but now, he has done the inconceivable and deceived even me.’

‘No,’ Samuel said, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Lomar wouldn’t do that. Ash’s men tried to kill me, too. I only got away by jumping in the river. They would have killed me, too.’

‘Those fools got carried away! They were supposed to catch you, not kill you, but those worthless scum were lazier than they were worth. Once Cadin had gotten his hands on you,he would have realised you were the one, but those fools were only interested in their spoils. Luckily, despite their incompetence, it ended well. Lomar arranged for you to move down from the mountains where we could keep a closer eye on you. When the time was right, we sent you to Cintar and,as you know, everything progressed from there.’

‘And we are stuck here now,’ said Balten.

‘We can still Journey away,’ Samuel suggested, still attempting to digest what he had learned.

‘But not to anywhere worth going,’ Cang added sourly. ‘Anywhere we can reach will still be destroyed. We need to cross the world in the next few minutes to survive. Even then, our survival will only be temporary-ten, fifteen years at the most. With Lin escaped, he will eventually come for us all.’

There was a tiny flicker of light and a swelling of magic and they turned towards the dais as Eric reappeared upon it. He fell to the stones, spilling dark blood from his belly.

Samuel left the Koian woman where she was and ran to his side. ‘Eric! What happened?’

‘Lomar attacked me,’ Eric stammered. ‘I…I don’t know why.’

Samuel put his best healing spells onto his friend, but his magic was nothing like it used to be and the wound was awful, being a zigzag through his belly that had sliced him to pieces inside.

Cang strode up beside the two of them. ‘What did I tell you?’ he said smugly. ‘Everything has gone to pot! What a sorry state of affairs.’

‘There was someone waiting in the room when we arrived,’ Eric continued. ‘Lomar gave him your son.’

‘Oh?’ Cang said, genuinely perplexed. ‘Who could it have been?’

Eric only shook his head. ‘I’m sorry, Samuel,’ he said, gripping onto Samuel’s arm fiercely. ‘I never meant to argue with you. I never meant to hide anything from you.’

‘It doesn’t matter, Eric. Hush. Save your strength.’

But Eric would not be quietened. He coughed up bright red blood and yelled in pain. When he could continue, he strained to push the words from his mouth. ‘I was always jealous of you, Samuel. I always wanted to be the best, to be better than you. They call youthe Saviour of Cintar,’ he said, grimacing with the effort. ‘They made you a Lord, but what am I? I am only the one who always lets you down just before the end. I’m sorry, Samuel. I know it was foolish of me. What a stupid petty wish I made, to be better than my friend. I’m sorry.’

‘I don’t care about that. I couldn’t have done any of it without you,’ Samuel said, but Eric shuddered. Blood saturated Eric’s robes and covered Samuel’s hands. ‘Save him!’ Samuel said to Cang, looking up at the bestial magician.

‘There is nothing I can do for him,’ Cang said, bearing his jagged teeth. ‘Close his eyes and leave him be. At least his wish was granted, if only for a few minutes.’

Samuel looked back to Eric and saw that there was no life left in him. There was nothing else he could do, as he had less magic than ever before and less ability to control it. Reluctantly, he shut Eric’s eyes and gently lay him on the floor.

‘A senseless death,’ Cang hissed. ‘What is Lomar doing?’

‘What areyoudoing?’ Samuel said, eyeing Cang with rage. ‘Why have you done all of this? You have killed everyone with your ridiculous plans!’

‘No,’ Cang replied calmly. ‘It is you who have doomed us all, Samuel, setting the demon free. The world shall pay for your actions with the loss of countless lives.’

‘I’ve saved my son.’

‘Your son is a demon!’ Cang declared. ‘He would have killed the both of you the moment he could. But now we will never know. He is free and we are lost. It seems Lomar hasseenfit to raise him as his own. Who knows what god-forsaken idea has gotten into his head?’

‘We are doomed,’ Balten said from his place beside the dais. For the first time, he looked defeated, hunching over and clasping his face in his hands. ‘After all we’ve done, it’s all been for nothing.’

‘Damn you, Cang!’ Samuel said, standing to face the scrawny old magician, incensed with anger.

‘Oh, shut up, boy!’ Cang responded. ‘Sit down and await your fate. We are all dead anyway.’

Samuel took an angry step forward, but Cang would have none of it and sent him flying backwards across the chamber with barely an effort. He landed heavily on his back once more, grazing it upon the stones, but he was up again and charging himself with whatever magic he could summon.

‘Please don’t start!’ Cang called across the echoing chamber.

‘Samuel!’ Balten called. ‘Calm yourself!’

‘Stop this! Please!’ the Koian woman also chimed.

But Samuel could not;he was overcome with rage and whispering voices were screaming for his attention. We will help you. We will give you what you desire. Let us in, they called to him in the Ancient Lick.

‘Yes!’ Samuel replied to them, for he was livid with fury. ‘Come to me! Help me defeat them! I will give you anything if you just help me to kill him!’

‘What are you saying?’ Cang called across, but Samuel did not reply. Magic began filling him from some otherworldly source-dark powerful magic that breached the ether as if from nowhere. He hadtasted just smatterings of it before, but now it came spilling into him, pure in form. The vileness of it made him bend over and he emptied his stomach upon the floor, but it was a bitter-sweet feeling to have such furious power once again. As he straightenedand wiped the vomit from his chin, he was grinning with madness.

‘What are you doing?’ Cang called out. ‘What power is that? Stop what you are doing at once, you mad fool! This is senseless!’

All the while, the Koian woman stood with her handsoverher mouth, unsure of what to do.

‘Stop him, Balten,’ Cang instructed.

Balten took a step forward and Samuel raised his hand. He only thought to stop the tall magician, and that is what happened. A dark whip of magic struck out and hit Balten. It pierced his defences and the man fell to the floor,his body wracked byspasms.

‘Black magic!’ Cang roared out with dismay. ‘What kind of fool gives himself to demons over something as foolish as this? You will lose your soul and have nothing to show for it. What do you have to accomplish?’

‘I have no soul of my own to lose,’ he replied. ‘Everything I am belongs to Lin, or so you tell me’.

He came striding towards Cang and called for more dark magic. Wild beams burst from his palms, but Cang waswell preparedand turned the bolts aside with a spray of fire and vapour.

‘There has always been something terrible inside me,’ Samuel spoke aloud. ‘I have always tried to keep it at bay but,as you say, what do I have to lose? At least I will savour your death before my own.’

Cang snarled and let out scathing magic of his own. It crashed into Samuel and screeched on his dark shields. They swapped spells and tussled to and fro within the chamber as they battled against each other. The Koian woman turned and fled, for she had no defence against such magics, while Balten lay motionless on the floor.

The voices called in his head and Samuel kept saying‘yes’to whatever they asked of him, if only it allowed him to kill Cang. Still, it was not so simple a task and Cang was vastly powerful. Their spells filled the air with smoke and dust, yet both of them were forced to choose their spells carefully, lest the temple should be brought downon topof themall.

They faced each other with spells designed to burn flesh, but the magnitude of Cang’s power was astounding. Even Samuel’s dark wrath was not enough and,as the minutes dragged by and the devious leader of the Circle of Eyes remained unfaltering, Samuel’s confidence waned. The voices seemed to give up their whispering as the inevitable outcome of the battle became clear. Finally, Samuel fell to his knees, exhausted, and his dark powers left him.

‘You sorry fool,’ Cang said, standing over him. The bony magician shook his head as he prepared a final spell. ‘You should be thankful you can die before they take you, but I’m sure Lin would find a way to get you back before too long. He could not be left without his father, or how would he return in the future?’

But something leapt onto Cang’s back and he began cursing, twirling away as he struggled against whatever had hold of him. Samuel stood groggily to his feet and saw it was the Koian woman who had leapt upon the man. She hung onto his back and pushed her nails into his eyes. She sucked at Cang’s power and it came streaming out into her in tempestuous volumes.

‘Get off me, witch!’ Cang roared, but she stuck fast, and the furious magician howled in fury as she drained his very life. ‘Without me you will never learn your name!’

‘I promised I would kill you, demon, and I will!’ she yelled back into his ear. ‘Now die!’

Bolts of lightning erupted from his fingers and struck the girl on his back as he twisted and shook in effort to shake her free. Magic poured out of him and sizzled upon her skin, but she would not relent. Howling, Cang finally threw himself onto his back and lay still, smoking, with the Koian woman beneath him. Samuel hobbled over as quickly as he could and dragged the stiff magician from her.

He almost cried aloud with grief when he saw her, for she was scarred and burned all over. Cang’s magic had cut into her deeply, and parts of herbodyhad been baked alive.

‘Quickly!’ Samuel told her and he dropped beside her and cradled her head upon his lap. ‘Take me! Take my life and save yourself!’

She slowly shook her head as best she could. ‘No. You must live. You are stronger than me and one of us must live to save our son. He may be a demon as they say, but that can change…people can change.’

‘They can,’ Samuel admitted. ‘But you can’t die. I have only just found you.’ He looked towards the form of Balten, where he still lay on the floor. ‘Take him then.’

But she shook her head. ‘No. You are right. I can’t take the lives of others any more. You will need him if you are to escape. I’m sorry, Samuel. I don’t want to die. I just wish we could be together. That’s all I’ve ever wanted-just to be with you. I’ve always loved you, and I had you, Samuel-I had you for just a little time.’ Tears streamed down her cheeks,tears of pain and tears of sorrow mixed as one.

He laughed as he cried and held onto her, considering the pure ludicrousness of his life. He had truly been cursed, for nothing he loved, and nothing that loved him, could ever survive. ‘You’ve never called me by my name before,’ he told her, with tears dripping from his cheeks.

‘Nor have you called me by mine,’ she said softly.

‘You don’t have a name,’ he said, stifling the sobs within his chest.

‘I do…I just don’t know what it is. Samuel-’ she tried to go on, but was lost in her tears. ‘I don’t want to die without a name. Real people have names. I don’t want to be a god any more.’

He thought desperately. ‘I don’t know what name to choose.’

‘Please…think of something.’

While once he had thought of her as a freakishOutlander, nowhecould not bear the thought of being without her. She was the most beautiful thing he could imagine and he did not realise it until now, too late, as she lay dying. Again, he looked to the ceiling with watering eyes, desperate to think of a name for the one he loved. He strove to conceive of a fitting name, but every notion seemed foolish or inappropriate. The ceiling of the chamber seemed to be swimming before his teary vision, but he could not bear the thought of disappointing her.

Not knowing what to say, he returned his gaze to her, but she was utterly still and she looked up at him with vacant eyes. He pulled her to his chest and sobbed, her hair spilling over his face and matting in his tears.

‘I do love you!’ he sobbed over her. ‘I do. I always loved you, too.’ He could hardly gather his breath and his chest stung from the effort. ‘I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!’

He sat for a time, cradling the woman in his lap and crying over her, when Balten spoke from beside him.

‘She’s gone.’

‘I know,’ Samuel managed to say. His voice was hoarse. Slowly, gently, he eased her to the floor and stood, wiping the tears from his eyes with his black sleeve. She had died to save him so that he could save their son, but he would not survive at all unless he could escape. ‘What do we do?’ he asked the solemn magician. ‘I need to be gone from here.’

‘It cannot be undone. That was the whole point. Once committed, Starfall is irreversible. Nothing can stop it and we cannot escape it.’ Baltensat down cross-legged to await his fate, still rubbing his ravaged muscles. ‘It should not be long.’

‘We must do something. We must try!’ Samuel said desperately. ‘She can’t have died for nothing.’

‘Sit down, Samuel. Accept your fate. We have prepared well. We failed here, but future generations will still have a chance. They will find the other temples that Cang has prepared. There is hope for future Ages.’

‘We must do something. It’s not over yet. She died to save me! Let me try!’

Balten sat still, but finally something must have changed his mind, and he stood reluctantly. ‘Very well. What does it matter? If you want to try, so be it. If the star can be cracked, it may lessen the impact but,even so, it will only gain us some time, until Lin begins his work. If we can damage the star enough, perhaps the destruction will be lessened and you can reach a safe haven.’

‘We could make it to Cintar,’ Samuel suggested.

‘Yes. And then what?’ Balten said. ‘You would only be waiting for your own son to come and consume you. Do you want more anguish in your life? Do you want more heartbreak than you have already received? You are a glutton for punishment, Samuel. If you sit down now and wait a few moments, you will be at peace.’

‘While we live there is always hope, Balten. Nothing is set in stone. I believe even a child that has become a demon can become a child once again. I can save my son.’

‘Your resilience impresses me, Samuel. Very well, we can try, but I will need your help. You will need to help me with the Journey spell. I will need a few minutes to prepare-and any magic you have left. I will need a lot of power, perhaps more than we have between us.’

‘What will you do?’

‘Die…but perhaps in doing so I can finally do some good.’ With that,the magician took a great breath and formed a deepSummoning stance. ‘Come. Lend me your strength,’ he said and Samuel moved to behind the man, placing his hands on Balten’s back and adding all the power he could still muster.

‘It’s not enough, Samuel!’ Balten said after a time. ‘I need much more!’

‘I don’t have any more!’ Samuel said, but,despite his own words,he closed his eyes and searched deeper, pulling at the ether around him with all his will, and scouring his insides for any last vestiges of power. It was difficult to believe that so much power had been his before, and he had accepted the fact unquestioningly. Now, he felt howhardit was for normal magicians to gather magic. It was frustratingly difficult work to compel the ether to hand over its strength and he had always taken it for granted.

‘More, Samuel! Do you want to live or not?’ Balten shouted at him.

Samuel redoubled his efforts and his head began to swim. A faint whispering sounded at the back of his mind and Samuel could hear a dark voice speaking to him, whispering promises in the Ancient Lick. It was calling to him, pleading to him, offering its power in exchange for a bargain. It knew what he wanted and he whispered back to the voice, ‘Yes!’

At that moment, more dark magic began to spill into him, channelled into him from another realm. He swallowed it and transformed it into raw power that he, in turn, fed into Balten.

‘That’s it, Samuel!’ Balten called. ‘I can feel it! We’re nearly there.’

All the while, the voice inside Samuel was chattering with laughter, but Samuel did not care. His only intention was to save his son.

Balten kept his mind on forging two Great Spells. One of them was unknown to Samuel, but the other was obviously an attempt at a Journey spell. Balten did well with the core of the spell, but Samuel guided him, filling in the crucial missing details. Balten had obviously been working on a version of the spell himself, and perhaps had been gleaning parts of its making from Eric, but he was far from perfecting it on his own.

Finally, Balten breathed a heavy sigh of relief and Samuel took it as a sign that all was finished, and he stepped away. Two great bodies of magic throbbed around him, readied to be unleashed.

‘That’s enough,’ Balten said. ‘I must go now if there is still to be time.’

‘Go? To where?’ Samuel asked him.

‘To save you, so that you can save the world.’ With that,Balten released his first Great Spell, and lines of sparkling jade began to run across his face. They met and joined in a latticework of green across his skin and,as each tessellation closed, his skin changed appearance, growing shiny and hard, transmuting into translucent crystal. Bit by bit Balten was transformed by his magic, until he had become a man of tinted diamond. His clothes, too, had become part of his physical form, fused into him and changed into such crystal. He rolled his eyes to Samuel and his voice rumbled like the trembling of the earth. ‘I cannot be killed like this, but I will only live a short time. It should be enough to do my work.’

The Journey spell still remained and it was enough to guess the tall magician’s plan.

‘Do you think you can shatter the star, even like this?’

‘I will try,’ Balten boomed. ‘This body is harder than any stone, whether it be from the heavens or not.’

Looking at the man’s crystal form, Samuel remembered something. ‘When I was fighting with Grand Master Anthem, a spear of glass saved me. Was it your doing?’

But Balten only shook his head. ‘Whatever happened, it was no act of mine. I was busy here all the while, although I would readily have saved you if I could. I once told you, Samuel, that only I can teach you what you need to know. Do you remember that day?’

‘I remember. I’ve been waiting a long time for those lessons to begin.’

Balten managed a crystal smile. ‘They began from the first day that I met you, and now they are complete. I cannot be your teacher any more, for I have nothing left to teach. I hope you have learnt well.’

‘I always thought you were mocking me-even trying to kill me. But it is true. You have taught me much, without ever uttering a word of advice.’

‘I never lied to you, Samuel. If anything, I have only ever been brutally honest with you in hope that you would find your way. True wisdom cannot be grafted from one place to another, Samuel. Its seeds can only be thrown to the wind, and left to become what they may. I thought to pass you some of my knowledge, but I think I ended up learning more from you. I always thought I was doing the right thing by joining Cang-I suppose I still do. We only wanted to save the world, but perhaps we should have gone about it in a different way. Everything seems so clear now, here at the end of the world. If only it could have been like that at the beginning.’

‘The future is never clear,’ Samuel responded. ‘I once saw Cintar shrouded in ruin, with black-cowled things walking the streets and terrorising the people. I always assumed that some awful battle would eventually take place,as I had foreseen, and then the High Tower of the palace would fall, but,in my time beneath Mount Karthma,I figured the true meaning of this vision. It was meddling of the Order that I saw. They have filled the streets with fear and destroyed their own ambitions. In a way, we would truly be better off without magic, if those that choose how to use it cannot be trusted.’

‘All forms of power can and will be abused, Samuel, as long as man is driven by his greed. After all, power is only what you can frighten others into giving you. Perhaps that will change one day, but not any time soon from what I have seen. I would like to talk more of such things, but we have little time left. Samuel, I want to tell you one more thing before I go.’

‘What is it?’

‘I am sorry-for everything that has happened to you. You did not deserve to lose so many of your loved ones. It has never been your fault.’ Even with his crystal expression, the man looked sincere. ‘The Circle is broken and the fate of the world is now yours. Goodbye.’

Samuel was about to respond when Balten vanished. Samuel could not see the after-effect, but he could feel magic energy tearing in after him, into the hole in the ether that Balten had made, until it sealed itself shut and the chamber was still again.

There was nothing else to do and so Samuel prepared himself to leave. He wouldjourney away and hope that Balten’s plan to somehow disrupt Starfall was successful. If not, he would probably never feel the difference.

He squatted once more by the body of the woman he had loved, and touched the side of her cheek with his finger. Everyone he knew had died and,for the second time, he had lost the one he had cherished most. This time, it was almost too much to bear, and he considered just sitting down and waiting for it all for end. Perhaps he could find peace in that endless quiet after death took him? But something stirring inside him would not let him. She had charged him with finding and saving their son, and so he could not give up. He never would, as long as there was some strength left in him.

He left the underground chamber and found his way through the narrow passages of the temple and out into the rocky Valley of the Ancients. It was late morning now, but the Star of Osirah seemed to be larger than ever, directly above. Its tail had gone, leaving just a circle of silver fire in the sky, like a tiny angry moon. A tiny flicker appeared across it and then the white-hot circle separated and broke into a dozen smaller pieces that began to spread silently across the sky, surrounded by countless tiny specks that flashed and faded from view. Some of the remaining pieces tumbled about and disappeared altogether, but the others began to trail fire as they moved apart.

‘He’s done it!’ a voice said and Samuel turned to see Cang come struggling from the temple mouth. He reached the stairs, but came tumbling down them like a rag doll, rolling to a juddering halt at Samuel’s feet. He struggled several times to sit up, but Samuel would not help him. In the end, he seemed content to lie face down upon the sand.

‘Cang, you demon. I thought you were dead,’ Samuel told him.

‘Nearly. In truth, this body has not felt life for quite some time. Another few moments and we will die together. I could not bear to miss it.’

The heavens crackled as the first tiny fragments broke the sky. In a few more heartbeats, the larger pieces would turn the Paatin Desertinto a sea of fire.

‘No,’ Samuel said. ‘I have much to do. You can die alone,’ and he opened up a Journey spell and surrounded himself with it.

‘Take me, too,’ Cang implored him. ‘I can help you to find your son. All is not lost.’

‘I have had as much help as I need from you.’

‘I know what can be done!’ he pleaded with Samuel, like a talking marionette with cut strings, from his place on the dirt. ‘What would you have me do? I think I know who would want your son more than me-Poltamir, the Third Ancient. For some reason I cannot fathom he has something in mind for his king. Perhaps he seeks to pervert the course of Lin’s upbringing, or somehow plans to siphon his power-I do not know. I will just tell you this — give up your foolish flirtation with the dark arts. You must become stronger if you are to defeat the Ancient Ones now that their power has returned, but black magic is not the way. I feel there is still potential in you, Samuel, but you need a worthy teacher. There is only one stronger than me. His name is Salu.’

‘The brother of Anthem,’ Samuel said.

‘Yes,he is the one. It will not be easy but,if he still exists, perhaps he will help. I’m sure he knows what to do.’

‘I will find him. Tell me, before you die-what was her name?’

‘Who? The woman? I don’t know. Why would I bother to learn such a thing when I can simply make it up?’ said Cang,and he bared his terrible teeth. ‘Now, will you take me with you?’

‘No,’ Samuel said assuredly, and he vanished.

Cang strained to turn his head, for there was a flash of light directly above him and the wispy clouds seemed to shudder and part, blown to the horizons in the blink of an eye. His plan had been flawless,its execution perfect. Everything has gone exactly as he wished, until that blasted magician had double-crossed him. It seemed surreal that all his plans, drawn across centuries, had come to this abysmal failure. The master of deceit has been deceived by his apprentice.

That was his last thought, for he and everything around him ceased to exist.

The world simply shifted for Samuel. One moment, he was beside the temple;the next,he was standing on a great shattered stump, high on a hillside, with a beautiful valley vista spread out below him. He knew at once where he was, although it was certainly not Cintar,as he had intended. Perhaps his mind had grasped onto this place instead as he had willed himself away from the desert. It was, after all, the place that founded his childhood dreams-the source of his fondest memories, from a time when the world was perfect.

Here, it was only early morning and the sun was still just making its presence known between the mountains. The ground was steep and it angled away directly beside him into a narrow gorge that he had once called Bear Valley. A tiny stream ran through that gorge and joined the river, glimmering silver and snaking away in the valley below him. The cascading hills in the distance looked like waves of green rising from an endless ocean of trees, with each successive swell fadingbehind an additional coat of pale mist, like layers of an illustration cut and slatted into place. The clouds and the earth seemed to meet so very far away in the gap between the hills, with the grey haze wedged between them indicating rain upon the lowlands.

The smoking chimneys of Stable Waterford spotted the vale just below him, and tiny scratches of roads joined them together, peeking through the trees. A wild orchard lay closest at the bottom of the hill, but it seemed as if someone had taken to rebuilding it. There were already figures hard at work, hammering and sawing in a clearing amongst the apple trees, working on the beginnings of a new house. It seemed much larger than the house Samuel had been born in, burnt down long ago on that very same spot. He listened carefully, and he could hear children at play, running between the trees and laughing while the others worked.

In the village, people were busypreparingfor the day’s market and there were several new buildings here and there that he did not remember. It seemed the little village was growing, perhaps from those hoping to escape the warring and worries of the lowlands. It was obvious that such troubles had not yet come to such a remote place. With Alahativa slain, perhaps the Paatin would recede and the village would remain untouched. It would only be a brief respite, however, for with Lin reborn into the world, it seemed there would be nowhere that was safe from harm.

A sound that could have been distant thunder drummed from far away and,moments later,the birds and insects all hushed at once. Some of the trees began to hiss and sway, although there was no wind, and Samuel could feel a vibration at his feet. It lasted only the space of a few heartbeats and,as the trees settled to quiet once more, the natural noises began again and dogs in the village began barking.

He turned and surveyed the solemn peaks above him. They had not changed in the slightest over the years, still frowning down at the village with frosty clouds crowning their heads. It was reassuring to see something unchanged, when so much else had changed in the world.

Samuel, complicit in the destruction that was now unfolding around the world, who had sired a demon that would eventually devour humanity, took a moment to take in the sights all around him. For some reason, it helped to burn away some of the horror and the sorrow that had built up inside him. Not entirely, but still, it helped.

Stepping down, he beganto walk alongthe overgrown path that led down Miller’s Hill. It had been many years since he had walked this way, yet he still knew each and every step by heart. He could have leapt to Cintar in the blink of an eye, but somehow it felt appropriate that his own two feet should lead the way. Here, his journey would begin.

EPILOGUE

The dark-skinned magician cradled the baby in his arms and made soothing noises towards it, but the child continued to wriggle and snuffle despite his efforts to calm it. It was dressed in a blue infant’s smock and appeared not too dissimilar to any other child born in Amandia,although its eyes may have been angled a tad more than was usual. There was quite a decent patch of shiny black hair on its head and its tiny fists remained balled up as it pumped its little arms up and down. It blinked as it scanned the chamber, but its eyes did not settle on anything for even a moment.

‘Do you think he understands us, Father?’ the magician asked, marvelling at the tiny pale creature that contorted in his dark hands.

A rasping voice spoke from behind a thick,drawn curtain, but the voice wasdensewith magic. ‘No, my son, he does not. It will take him a long time to associate everything he senses with something meaningful. He must literally grow into this body and learn the implication of every stimulus he receives, not unlike a normal child. He must also learn the result of every motion and action that he attempts. Every kick of his leg reinforces itself, every wriggle enables him to do a little bit more. Moment by moment, he will discover his new body and learn its operation. It is only his thoughts that are fully developed, for Lin’s mind is housed within, if not actually in body, then at least in spirit.’

‘It would be like being trapped in a cavern of impenetrable darkness, ever searching for the way out.’

‘Something like that, yes, but it is a prison of his own design. He will find his way free soon enough.’

‘And he truly does not need any food or drink?’ the magician asked.

‘It has been a few days already, my son, and he has not suffered. Do not fret. He cannot be harmed. Would you like to throw him down and see the result? It would not bother him in the slightest.’

‘No, Father, I would not.’

‘You worry me sometimes, my boy. Do you have such little faith in me?’

‘Not at all, but it only feels wrong to commit such violence unto a child.’

The unseen speaker laughed and the air seemed to tremble from the might contained in that voice. ‘My poor boy. If I did not know how heartless you truly are, I could almost believe you. Remember, that is not a child in your hands, but a beast waiting to mature.’

‘Yes, Father,’ the magician said, nodding obediently.

‘Soon, we will leave. Is everything ready?’

‘It is.’

‘Very good, but I would ask you something first.’ The pounding voice growled and boomed like the purr of some massive beast. ‘Your behaviour oflatehas been troubling me. I granted your request to return to your homeland and there you slew every man, woman and child you could find. Such violence is wasteful and unwarranted-but that is not what concerns me. You knew I would learn of this, but still you tried to keep the matter hidden. Tell me…why?’ The last word rumbled through the room and shook the very foundations.

‘I do not know, Father,’ the magician replied without emotion.

The room was quiet while the hidden speaker considered the response. ‘Then I hope whatever possessed you is now behind you. We still have a long road ahead of us and I need you fully focussed upon the task. All who could have opposed us have been vanquished, but we have much yet to do.’

‘Before we go, can I ask you something in return, Father? There is something that has long bothered me.’

‘What is it?’ came the growling reply, tinged with a hint of curiosity.

‘It is about the father of Lin-the one called Samuel. It seemed a strange coincidence to me that in this incarnation he contained such potential as a magician. I felt he had the potential to best any of us, given the chance. Such a thing has never happened before, has it?’

‘That is merely circumstance, my son. Any human child could be born with such potential. Several such areinevery Age, and that is why I leave nothing to chance. As you said, it is only a simple coincidence.’

‘But very few of those rise to meet that potential. Samuel was on the verge of realising his limits. He had nearly harnessed his entire share of Lin’s legacy. A little longer and perhaps he could have managed it.’

‘Then it is fortunate he did not.’

‘That is why I took the chance to kill him. When the old Lion and he were wrestling, I tried to ensure that both would die. I was not to know the old man was about to do our work for us. In the end, I may actually have saved Samuel unwittingly.’

‘Then you should have taken more care, foolish boy. The art of manipulation is a slow and careful one. If you must make such rash actions, decided on the moment, youmust notfail to plan correctly. Still, it matters not. They are all dead, so do not dally upon it. Use that experience and learn from it.’

‘But who knows how much further he could have gone, Father? Lin himself was born just a man, so it seems logical that another man could be born to better him.’

‘Such talk will get us nowhere!’ the hidden speaker boomed and the magician almost dropped the child with fright. ‘Allay such thoughts, my boy. What you suggest is possible, but unlikely. Also, we will never know. The father of Lin is dead and all the magic of this world now belongs to this demon child. Soon, it will be mine. Come, you’ve seen it enough. Put the devil back in its box. We must quickly be away.’

‘Yes,my Father,’ the magician responded and he placed the wriggling baby back inside its little black casket, holding down its flailing arms as he carefully clamped shut the lid. With the task complete, he turned to gather his things.

Cadin Waterhouse had long since given up thinking he could escape this life and,quite frankly, he no longer cared. He had spent these last years living from one day until the next. He would crawl out of his bug-infested bed and be drunk by mid-morning. He would gamble away any money he had and,if he had none to lose, he would find a lock to pick or a window to break, and he would rummage through someone’s drawers for anything of value.

Sometimes he wouldtiea handkerchief across his face and wait for some poor unsuspecting soul to come wandering along the dark streets late at night. Then, he would stick his knife into them as quietly as he could and make away with anything from their pockets. Occasionally, he would stumble upon a foolish drunk, just arrived from the docks with his month’s pay, and he would live like a king for a week. Other times, hiseffortwas wasted and he would leave the scene with nothing but blood on his blade for histrouble.

As long as he picked his targets carefully and never killed anyone who was wellconnected, and as long as he kept out of sight of the town guards, he could almost do as he pleased. This place was a well-known haven for lowlifes and cut-throats such as he. It almost served them right for coming here in the first place if they went and got themselves killed by a man like him. It was not much of a life, but still, he made a living and men like him were only good at certain things.

Nevertheless, he worried that the Circle had been shadowing him these past few months. They had left him wellenough alone for a long time, but mysteriously had started showing up again recently, crossing his path or watching him from across the street.

He knew they wanted him to see them, otherwise he would never have known they were after him at all, and that worried him most of all. They were a mixed bunch-some were mages, others thieves or mercenaries-but they all had one thing in common: they could kill him in an instant if they so desired and there was nothing he could do to prevent it. He was long past his prime and in no shape to defend himself from anything with the ability to fight back, let alone escape from Circle types. Instead, he ignored the Circle agents as best he could, and just accepted that one day, one of them would do what they had been sent to do, and his life would end. Hopefully, it would be quick.

So it came that one day he awoke-although it must have been nearly noon-to the terrible realisation that someone was standing at the end of his bed. He tried to leap up toescapeout the window, but something invisible to his eye held him fast, and he knew he was as good as dead. He looked at the black-cloaked figure that stood just beyond his trembling toes, and he shook with fear. He could not see the face inside the hood, and he was almost thankful for the fact.

‘Wh-what do you want?’ he stammered, but the ominous figure said nothing. ‘P-p-please! Don’t kill me!’ he said, begging for his life, and tears ran down his cheeks as he blubbered in fear.

Still the cloaked man watched him in silence, as if looking into his very soul. When the magician finally did make a sound, Cadin almost wet himself with fright.

The magician sniffed aloud several times. ‘Your room smells of death.’

‘No, no. You’re mistaken, good Lord!’

‘I know a murderer when I see one. You killed my mother. You killed my father. You killed my sister and brothers,’ said the magician.

‘I–I’m sorry!’ bawled Cadin. ‘I’m ever so sorry.’

‘Quiet!’ the magician commanded and Cadin almost severed his tongue shutting his mouth as quickly as he could. ‘What a pathetic creature you have become.’ The magician passed his eyes slowly across the room with disdain, before returning his gaze to the man in bed. ‘You have caused so much suffering to others, I believe it is time you were given something in return.’

Cadin shook his head feverishly and tried to object, but he could only sob and whimper, filled with fear as he was.

‘Do you know,’ said the magician, ‘suffering is really not so bad, once you get used to it. It can clear the mind and pave the way for wisdom. Wouldn’t you agree?’

Cadin nodded furiously but then shook his head just as hard, unsure of which response the magician was seeking. He certainly did not want to volunteer for any punishment, but neither did he want to disagree with his disgruntled captor. In truth, he had no idea what the magician was going on about. He had never been keen on discomfort of any kind, preferring instead whatever earthly pleasures his coins had been able to gain him.

The magician watched on, unimpressed by Cadin’s response. ‘Tell me,’ he said finally, ‘they say it is never too late for a man to change his ways. What do you think of that?’

‘I agree!’ Cadin blurted out. ‘I can change! I will change-I will!’

‘Very well,’ the magician stated. ‘Everyone deserves a second chance. And a little change can be good for the soul.’

And with that, the magician turned slowly and moved towards the door. The spells that held Cadin fell free and he took a deep breath, filled with relief. He eyed the window and was just wondering whether he should jump out of bed and leap into the street, when four bulky figures came in through the doorway, pushing inside just as the magician’s cloak had slipped from view. They each brandished a long-handled club-the typewith rusty nails hammered through the end-and the last man in shut the door gently but firmly behind him, before turning around and nodding to the others. They hovered around Cadin’s bed, looking neither enthusiastic nor worried. One of them spat into his palms and rubbed them around the haft of his bludgeon before finding a comfortable grip.

Cadin knew it was pointless begging or pleading with them, for they would not care about such things. It would not matter if he screamed or howled or made them any kind of promises. He knew, himself, from all his years of experience, such tasks had little need of emotions. The men would only be looking forward to the things they could buy once he was dead. He was only a job for them,an inconvenient nuisance standing in the way of their payment.

He looked at his sorry excuse of a purse upon his bedside table, for he had wasted away his fortune in the tavern only the night before. Perhaps it may even have been enough to have them turn their backs for just a moment, but the purse now sat flat and empty.

The thought struck him that perhaps the men were only here to scare him. The magician had mentioned a chance, after all. Surely, the magician would not lie to him at such a time? Why give him aray ofhope if there was not some basis behind it? Perhaps the men would put down their clubs and leave him trembling with fear, or order him to leave the town-that had certainly happened before and he would not care in the slightest.

‘Are you going to let me go?’ he asked sheepishly, wrapped tightly within his sheets.

But they did not answer and his timid hopes quickly evaporated. The four of them raised their clubs and he closed his eyes as hard as he could.

What right have the strong to take from the weak?

What justifies the shepherd to decide the fate of the flock?

Know then that I have seen what lies in wait at the edge of the woods

and rejoice that I have thrown myself between the lambs and the wolves.

— inscription upon a weathered rock face; the Valley of the Ancients

Content

Michael Foster
She Who Has No Name

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER TEN

EPILOGUE