Guild Wars: Ghosts of Ascalon (24 page)

Riona slew three of the charr herself, with the quick efficiency of a warrior who had seen far too much of battle and wanted this one to end quickly. Killeen intoned a spell that caused three more of their assailants to rot to death before her eyes. Kranxx spilled no blood, instead rooting around in his pack for some other trick to use. Gullik regained his natural form, pulled his axe from Bladebreaker’s chest, and used it to split the last of the enemy charr in half.

Ember stood amid the carnage, roaring in frustration. She snatched up Bladebreaker’s sword and waved it at the dying charr, but she did not use it against them.

“This did not have to happen!” she shouted at the other charr, not caring if any of them could still hear her. “You did not have to die. If you had just listened to me, we could have been on our way, and you would all have lived to try your luck against Ebonhawke another day.” Then she pierced Bladebreaker with his own blade.

Again silence in the valley, save for the falling mire behind them.

Dougal came over to stand near Ember, although he stayed out of reach of her blade. “I know how you feel. I felt the same about the Vanguard in the sewer,” he said.

“That’s nothing like this,” Ember said.

“Except that it is exactly,” Riona said from over near the pond. She wiped her blade clean before returning it
to its scabbard.

“No, it’s not,” Ember snarled. “You regret killing your people. I regret that my people were so foolish. Let us leave them to the scavengers.”

“Not all of them are foolish,” said Dougal, and as if to punctuate his words, distant horns sounded: a charr unit on the march.

“That’s another patrol of the Blood Legion,” said Ember. “They expect a response.” She moved among the bodies and pulled a slightly bent warhorn from among the corpses. She raised it to her lips.

Riona took a step forward, but Dougal stopped her from saying anything. Ember let out a long, low blast, repeating the notes from the first horn they heard. There was a pause, then the distant horns sounded again, apparently in a different direction. Farther off, there was a similar response.

“That bought us some time,” said Ember. “They won’t know anything is amiss until the day’s end, when the warbands return to camp. When they find that this warband has been slaughtered, they’ll set out to hunt us down and kill us all.”

Dougal glanced up. The sun had finally topped their canyon valley and turned the spattering waterfall into a rainbow of gems. They would have to find a secure place quickly.

“In that case,” he said, “we’d better get moving.”

The fetid stream from the sewer pond seeped into a dank mire before they even left the valley. They hugged the mountain’s foothills, trying not to attract any attention while putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the grated sewer pipe.

The day was warmer now, and the filth that permeated their clothes and hair stiffened and flaked off, losing none of its pungency in the process. Dougal was pleased that the charr sense of smell was not as vaunted as legend said, but was aware that even a group of asura with head colds could smell them from a league away.

“Bah,” said Gullik, swatting at a small cloud of flies that had adopted his offal-stained braids. “You would think we were grawl, for all that these flies love us!”

“More importantly, we need to find cover for the rest of the day,” said Ember. “This area is riddled with box canyons like the one the sewer let out of. On occasion one of our warbands would investigate them as an excuse to get out of the sun.”

“This way,” suggested Killeen, pointing to a particularly nondescript cleft in the stone.

“Your Dream?” said Riona.

“Something like that,” said the sylvari, but she sounded distracted.

The haze of the morning had thickened as they moved, and now a thick layer of grim clouds covered the steel-gray sky. Ember led them up a gully cut by a shallow creek and discovered a pool at the far end. They waded into the water fully clothed and rinsed out the worst of the foulness, then changed and laid out the wet clothes to dry. They nestled there under the shelter of the gully’s winding walls, checking and drying their weapons and armor, and gnawing on cold rations.

Ember bit off a short curse. “Bathing in that sewer destroyed half my powder. I don’t know if I can trust the rest.” She swept the damp cartridges off the rock she was using as a worktable and carefully repacked the remaining shot and powder.

“I use a paper soaked in beeswax,” suggested Kranxx, snapping the wetness out of his muck-spattered hat. “Didn’t lose a thing.”

“I know that we’re all exhausted, but we should only rest for a few hours before pressing on,” said Riona.

Dougal shook his head. “The charr patrols are most active during the day, and that’s when they can see the farthest. You saw those hills in the distance, when we came out? A charr lookout atop one of those can see for miles in any direction, and once they spot us, we’re in trouble.”

“Absolutely right,” said Ember. “We should stay here until dusk. We have a long path ahead of us, and the rest will do us good.”

Dougal looked at Riona and said, “About the chains,
you …”

Riona held up a hand. “Don’t say it.” She shook her head. “What is done is done. If we break down into might-have-beens and recriminations, we’ll be worse off than we are now.”

Dougal nodded. “Still, they might still be alive.”

“They were doing their duty,” said Ember, “and foolish enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The same as the Blade warband. There was no camp back there at the sewer entrance. They were on patrol. Their bad luck, and their bad judgment. ”

“It’s not like they were part of your warband,” said Riona, “or even your legion. Am I right?”

Ember hesitated. “No,” she said at last. “They were not.”

Dougal narrowed his eyes at Ember. “Charr seem to value their ranks and their legions highly. Bladebreaker identified his legion from the start. You didn’t.”

“So?” grunted Ember.

“So, which of the legions is yours?” asked Dougal.

“It—it does not matter,” said Ember. “I work for the Vigil now.”

Dougal pressed harder. “Is there a reason you won’t say?”

Ember remained silent. She slid Bladebreaker’s sword, now cleaned and oiled, back in her scabbard. It fit well enough.

“Are you sure you people weren’t looking at my little surprise when it went off?” Kranxx said with a nasty chuckle. “Because you all seem blind. Look at her armor. Look at her mannerisms. She’s from the Ash
Legion, or I’m a skritt.”

“Are you sure?” Riona asked. “I thought they were all assassins and spies.”

Ember shot Riona a withering look, but Dougal stared at Ember. Now that he thought about it, she did look like an Ash legionnaire. Her dark clothing, her wiry build, her style of killing—it all added up.

“Not all of them are spies and assassins,” Dougal said. “Just the more successful ones. Iron Legion tends to attract warbands with a flair for explosives and weapons. Blood Legion gathers the stronger, more violent types. Flame Legion still has the most spellcasters and shamans of any group.”

Riona strode over to confront the charr. “Then tell us who you’re really working for, Crusader Doomforge.”

Dougal expected the charr to react typically, leaping to her feet and snarling threats. Instead she remained seated and just looked up at Riona. “My orders come from General Soulkeeper. Those orders are to find the Claw of the Khan-Ur and return it to her.”

“But who is your real master?”

“I have no ‘master,’ ” Ember growled. “Yes, the asura is correct: I am part of the Ash Legion. Doom Warband. My imperator is Malice Swordshadow. She personally sent me to serve with the Vigil. She knew that I would prove valuable there.”

“To who?” asked Riona.

Ember shifted uncomfortably. “To Soulkeeper, of course, and—and to the Ash Legion as well.”

“So you’ve been spying on the Vigil for the Ash Legion?” Dougal asked.

Ember paused for a moment, then nodded. “General Soulkeeper knew this from the moment I reported to her. She is no fool.”

“And she let you go on with your charade despite this?” Riona’s tone betrayed her disbelief.

Ember nodded. “She got what she wanted: an effective soldier ready to do her bidding. And she gave Imperator Swordshadow what she wanted: a direct report on the Vigil’s activities from someone she could trust. Their interests do not conflict. No harm is done.”

“But if it had been, would you have cared?” said Killeen.

“I don’t much care to work with spies,” observed Gullik. “Only a fool trusts someone who lies for a living.”

Riona shook her head. “It is impossible to keep many masters. Eventually you must decide where your loyalty lies.”

Ember responded: “Then we are fortunate we have not reached that stage yet.”

There was a long moment of silence then. Dougal broke it. “Swordshadow is part of the truce faction. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s why there is no conflict.”

“I could not say,” said Ember. “We did not discuss the matter.”

“Because if it were known that Swordshadow supported it, there would be direct opposition from the other legions,” continued Dougal.

Ember nodded and said, “There are many, among all the legions, who would accept a truce, if couched in the proper terms. But at the same time, there are many
who would seek to reconcile with the Flame Legion.” The rising bile in her voice indicated where she stood on the issue.

Dougal nodded. “There are those among the humans who would see us succeed, and those who prefer to see us fail as well.”

Kranxx coughed and said, “Which brings up something I’ve been thinking about.”

The gathered group looked at the asura. He was frowning and turning his hat in his hands as he spoke.

“When you lot came through the gate from Divinity’s Reach, the Vanguard wasn’t supposed to be there. It was supposed to be Seraph guards who were manning the post this morning, and I had an … arrangement, if you want to call it that, with their officer of the day. I didn’t notice that the Vanguard were on the walls until after you came through and all fresh hell broke loose.” He looked around at the group and his eyes eventually fell on Riona. “Somehow word of your arrival preceded you.”

Riona’s back stiffened. “Are you saying we have a spy among us?”

“I thought we determined that,” said Killeen. “That would be Ember.” Dougal shushed her.

“That would be a conclusion to which I would not immediately jump,” said Kranxx, “but since you broached the matter, let us have at it. Who else knows about your recent activities?”

Riona sat down and thought about it. “Almorra, of course.”

“A clam,” said Kranxx. “A veritable stone. She
barely gives enough information to her subordinates, much less some outside forces.”

“Others in the Vigil, then,” said Riona, and Ember slowly nodded in agreement.

“A good possibility,” said Kranxx, “but Almorra also tends to recruit driven, dedicated men and women.” He looked at Ember, then at Riona, then said, “You snuck out this morning, Riona. Where did you go?”

“You don’t think …” Riona started, her voice rising.

“Riona went scouting,” said Dougal quickly. He didn’t want the others to know about her doubts and second thoughts in this matter—not at this time, on top of everything else. “She thought there was some way down off the walls. That is where we found her, not five minutes from your door. She was … concerned … that you might not return.”

“Or that I might buy my own safety for your own,” said Kranxx sharply. “Don’t be shy. I know asura that would sell their own birth parents for a safe bunk and a solid sinecure. I could have brought the Vanguard back with me, if that had been my intention, and spared us all a stroll through the sewers.”

“I could have done the same, I suppose,” said Riona. “And then there is this shared dream the sylvari has.”

Killeen started, “It doesn’t …”

“Work like that,” finished Dougal, his brow furrowed. “Agreed. But we’ve been moving around so much, on little sleep, that I haven’t thought much about what is bothering
me
about all this.” He turned to Gullik, who was resting against a large boulder, watching the others talk. “How did you find me?”

The norn blanched visibly, as if Dougal had struck him. “What do you mean?”

“In Divinity’s Reach,” said Dougal. “I arrive there, and within the day you were in my room, drunk and loaded for bear.”

Gullik smiled weakly. “I thought we had gotten beyond all that. Surely our experiences since have convinced you of my good intentions.”

“How did you know?” Dougal asked, pressing hard now.

Gullik’s lips disappeared as the norn obviously thought about how to phrase things. Then abandoned any hope for dissembling and said, “The asura.”

“Me?” said Kranxx, surprised.

“The other one,” said Gullik, “the one that was with you and Gyda when she died.”

“Clagg,” said Killeen, and she made the name sound like a curse.

“Clagg?” said Kranxx.

“Clagg,” said Gullik, snapping his fingers as the memory settled in. “He came to me. I had been drinking. The Salty Dog was the tavern, I think. He bought me a few drinks. Told me what a wretch and a scoundrel you were and that you claimed all the credit in the battle that cost my dear cousin her life. That you denied her her story. And then he told me where to find you.”