Rebellion: Tainted Realm: Book 2 (21 page)

“Are you going to rescue the Lady Tali?” said Glynnie.

Rix had been rowing across the lake for an hour, guided through the black night by a single bright star.

“How could I?” he said curtly, for the rope binding his dead hand to the oar had chafed most of the skin off his wrist and the pain was unrelenting.

“You killed a whole pack of shifters,” she said, and the awe in her voice was evident. “And with only your bare hands, you beat all those guards to save us. You can do
anything
.”

Mentioning Benn would have been needlessly cruel. “I can’t rescue Tali,” said Rix. “I don’t know where the chancellor’s taken her. Besides, he’ll have her hidden by the best magery there is – magery that even Lyf would struggle to break.” He rowed on, wincing with every stroke. “Anyway, I couldn’t have done anything without you.”

“Of course you could. I was in the way —”

“Without you and Benn I’d be dead,” he said bleakly.

“Rix!” she cried.

“I’m a dishonoured man, and I was going to —”

“You’re a wonderful man,” she said passionately. “You’re brave and noble and true to your word. And kind. In all my life I’ve never known anyone as kind as you.”

A tight feeling in his chest prevented him from speaking for a while. “Thank you for saying so,” he said gruffly. “If it wasn’t for you…”

“What?” said Glynnie. “What were you going to do?”

“Give my life away, fighting the enemy.”

“No!” Her cry rang out across the water.

“Hush!” He stopped rowing and cupped a hand to his ear, but heard no sound save ripples lapping against the dinghy.

“Why would you do that?” said Glynnie.

“I’ve lost everything. Destroyed my family and my house. Betrayed my mother —”

“You didn’t do any of those things,” Glynnie said stoutly. “The stinking chancellor destroyed House Ricinus out of spite. And he
forced
you to name your mother; if you didn’t, he was going to kill Tobry. Then he did anyway. He’s a wicked, stupid man and he’s going to lose the war.” She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “Rix?”

He could see where this was going. “I can’t do anything about the chancellor, Glynnie. He’s made me an outlaw; no one would listen to me.”

She put a hand on his good hand. “But we’re never giving in. We’re not running off and hiding. We’re going to fight Lyf all the way –
aren’t we
?”

Again the servant gives lessons to the master, he thought wryly. She saw things far more clearly than he did. “Yes, Glynnie. I’m going to fight for our country – to the very end.”

Glynnie leaned forwards, impulsively, and threw her arms around him. “Thank you!” She sat back at once. “Where are we going?”

How could he tell her his plan? It would crush her, but he had to see her safe. “I don’t know. It’ll take time to build a rebel army, so I need a hideout that’s easy to defend and hard to attack.”

He stood up, the dinghy rocking under his weight, then drew Maloch, rested it on the bench seat and spun it. It stopped, pointing to the right. Rix checked the angle of the bright star. “Maloch is telling me to go north-east.”

“What’s there?”

He sheathed the sword. Ahead, there was nothing to see but darkness. “Beyond the lake, there’s Grume, then Gordion. After that, the Nandeloch Mountains run north-east for a hundred and fifty miles.”

“What are they like?” said Glynnie.

“Rugged. High peaks, deep valleys, snow and ice, rebellious people and bad roads. The last place Lyf would want to fight in mid-winter – and therefore the best place for me to go.”

And, Rix belatedly recalled, he had a manor there. Fortress Garramide.

It had been left to him by a great-aunt last year. At the time, he had been due to inherit a hundred manors and three million acres of land upon his father’s death, and Rix had taken no interest in another manor in the distant, uncouth uplands. But the world had changed. His main inheritance had been lost with House Ricinus’s disgrace and fall, yet Garramide was untainted, still legally his.

Rix let out a sigh. He had a purpose in life and a place to go. It was all he needed. He took up the oars, braced himself against the agony in his wrist, and rowed on.

“I’m not overly keen on that sword,” said Glynnie.

“Me either, but without it, we wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s what worries me. Where is it sending us? And how does it know the way?”

Rix shrugged. “It’s enchanted to protect me.”

“Who enchanted it?”

“Who knows? It’s a very old sword.”

“Then the enchantment can’t have been made for you.”

“I suppose not. Maloch belonged to Axil Grandys, originally.”

“The chancellor called it a
foul blade
,” said Glynnie.

“When?” said Rix.

“Before he ordered his captain to chop off your right hand with it. Maloch didn’t protect you then.”

Something scuttled across Rix’s grave. “Then why did you ask me to hold it while you were reattaching my hand?”

“I thought it might help.”

Rix swallowed a bitter retort. They’d been through that before. “We’d better keep moving.”

Hours after their escape from the gyre he pulled the dinghy into a wooded cove and the keel rasped on sand. A yard-wide stream ran into the cove at its upper end. There were no buildings, no lights or smell of wood smoke, no sign that anyone lived nearby. They climbed out into ankle-deep water with nothing save the clothes they were wearing, Glynnie’s small pack and the money belt around Rix’s waist. He reached into the dinghy and retrieved the rope.

“Where are we?” Glynnie asked listlessly.

She had not spoken in the past hour, just sat there, staring into the darkness, shivering and wracked by bouts of quiet weeping for her lost brother. It might have been better if she had seen the lad’s body. At least she would know.

Rix was no longer troubled by doubt. Everything in his life was certain, including its brevity. Henceforth, he had nothing save the sword in his left hand… and lost, loyal Glynnie. For a few days, at least, until he found a place for her. He shied away from the thought.

“A mile north of Grume,” he said, belatedly answering her question. “We can’t leave any traces here, so stay in the water. I’ll get rid of the dinghy.”

“How?”

Rix took off his coat and handed it to her, then waded out, pushing the boat, until the water was up to his shoulders. Taking Maloch in his left hand, he thrust it through the planks, well below the waterline, then drove the blade down to the keel, across and back up. The enchanted sword cut through the tough wood as though it was card and the dinghy sank.

He went back to Glynnie. “We’ll go up the stream until we come to a path, or rocks, and leave the water there.”

“We could still leave tracks,” she said.

“If they don’t come out of the lake, there’s no reason to suspect the tracks are ours. They could belong to anyone.”

They walked up the stream for several hundred yards before the land rose in a ramp, the stream chuckling down over a series of rock shelves like broad, shallow steps. Rix turned left across the shelf into a low woodland. Dry bark rustled beneath their feet. They climbed a hill and at its crest he stopped to survey the land around.

Away to their left he saw a scatter of lights, the town of Grume. In every other direction the land lay in darkness. It was getting colder and their clothes were still damp, but he dared not light a fire here.

“What now?” said Glynnie.

“Get away from the lake as quickly as possible. Then buy two horses, or steal them, head for the mountains and hope there’s enough snowfall to hide our tracks.”

“How long will it take to get there?” she said as they headed down the other side of the hill.

“Depends how long it takes to find a place for you,” he said without thinking.

She stopped dead. “
You’re sending me away?”

Rix cursed himself for putting it so baldly. “No, I’m going to find a safe household for you —”

“I thought we were allies, working together,” she cried. “What have I done wrong?”

He caught her by the shoulders. “Shh! There could be hunters out, or shepherds.”

“Answer. The. Question.” Her voice was ground ice.

“You saw what they did back at the gyre. They plan to kill me.”

“And you need a fr – an
ally
to watch your back,” she said, her voice quavering.

“I vowed to look after you and Benn,” said Rix. “I failed Benn; I’m not losing you as well.”

“And my feelings don’t come into it?”

He scanned the darkness, uneasily. “We can’t talk about this now. We’ve got to get clear.”

She turned and walked away.

Rix ran after her. “You’re going the wrong way.”

“You go your way, I’m going mine.”

He groaned. “If we split up, it doubles the chance of discovery. And when they find one of us they’ll know where to look for the other. Anyway, you’ve got no money or anything.”

“What do you care? You’re planning to dump me the minute you can.”

“I’m not planning to
dump
you. Glynnie, be realistic. I’m going to do Lyf as much damage as I can, but in the end… I’m just one man, and I’m bound to be killed.”

“So it’s all right for you to fight for our country, but not for me?”

“I have a duty to look after you.”

“House Ricinus has fallen! You’re not my master. I’m nothing to you.”

“You mean a lot to me! But I vowed to look after you and I’m going to.”

Her voice went even colder. “So after all we’ve gone through together, you’re
getting rid of
me?”

“No, I’ll be providing for you as best I can. You’re a clever, capable girl. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“I’m not a girl,” she said, stamping her foot. “I’m a woman.”

“And you have a life to live.”

“So do you.”

He groaned. “I’m Lyf’s number one enemy – and high on the chancellor’s list as well. Whoever wins, they’ll come after my head and they’ll probably get it.”

“But you’re all I have left,” said Glynnie. “I can’t bear to lose you too.”

“Are you going to rescue the Lady Tali?” said Glynnie.

Rix had been rowing across the lake for an hour, guided through the black night by a single bright star.

“How could I?” he said curtly, for the rope binding his dead hand to the oar had chafed most of the skin off his wrist and the pain was unrelenting.

“You killed a whole pack of shifters,” she said, and the awe in her voice was evident. “And with only your bare hands, you beat all those guards to save us. You can do
anything
.”

Mentioning Benn would have been needlessly cruel. “I can’t rescue Tali,” said Rix. “I don’t know where the chancellor’s taken her. Besides, he’ll have her hidden by the best magery there is – magery that even Lyf would struggle to break.” He rowed on, wincing with every stroke. “Anyway, I couldn’t have done anything without you.”

“Of course you could. I was in the way —”

“Without you and Benn I’d be dead,” he said bleakly.

“Rix!” she cried.

“I’m a dishonoured man, and I was going to —”

“You’re a wonderful man,” she said passionately. “You’re brave and noble and true to your word. And kind. In all my life I’ve never known anyone as kind as you.”

A tight feeling in his chest prevented him from speaking for a while. “Thank you for saying so,” he said gruffly. “If it wasn’t for you…”

“What?” said Glynnie. “What were you going to do?”

“Give my life away, fighting the enemy.”

“No!” Her cry rang out across the water.

“Hush!” He stopped rowing and cupped a hand to his ear, but heard no sound save ripples lapping against the dinghy.

“Why would you do that?” said Glynnie.

“I’ve lost everything. Destroyed my family and my house. Betrayed my mother —”

“You didn’t do any of those things,” Glynnie said stoutly. “The stinking chancellor destroyed House Ricinus out of spite. And he
forced
you to name your mother; if you didn’t, he was going to kill Tobry. Then he did anyway. He’s a wicked, stupid man and he’s going to lose the war.” She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. “Rix?”

He could see where this was going. “I can’t do anything about the chancellor, Glynnie. He’s made me an outlaw; no one would listen to me.”

She put a hand on his good hand. “But we’re never giving in. We’re not running off and hiding. We’re going to fight Lyf all the way –
aren’t we
?”

Again the servant gives lessons to the master, he thought wryly. She saw things far more clearly than he did. “Yes, Glynnie. I’m going to fight for our country – to the very end.”

Glynnie leaned forwards, impulsively, and threw her arms around him. “Thank you!” She sat back at once. “Where are we going?”

How could he tell her his plan? It would crush her, but he had to see her safe. “I don’t know. It’ll take time to build a rebel army, so I need a hideout that’s easy to defend and hard to attack.”

He stood up, the dinghy rocking under his weight, then drew Maloch, rested it on the bench seat and spun it. It stopped, pointing to the right. Rix checked the angle of the bright star. “Maloch is telling me to go north-east.”

“What’s there?”

He sheathed the sword. Ahead, there was nothing to see but darkness. “Beyond the lake, there’s Grume, then Gordion. After that, the Nandeloch Mountains run north-east for a hundred and fifty miles.”

“What are they like?” said Glynnie.

“Rugged. High peaks, deep valleys, snow and ice, rebellious people and bad roads. The last place Lyf would want to fight in mid-winter – and therefore the best place for me to go.”

And, Rix belatedly recalled, he had a manor there. Fortress Garramide.

It had been left to him by a great-aunt last year. At the time, he had been due to inherit a hundred manors and three million acres of land upon his father’s death, and Rix had taken no interest in another manor in the distant, uncouth uplands. But the world had changed. His main inheritance had been lost with House Ricinus’s disgrace and fall, yet Garramide was untainted, still legally his.

Rix let out a sigh. He had a purpose in life and a place to go. It was all he needed. He took up the oars, braced himself against the agony in his wrist, and rowed on.

“I’m not overly keen on that sword,” said Glynnie.

“Me either, but without it, we wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s what worries me. Where is it sending us? And how does it know the way?”

Rix shrugged. “It’s enchanted to protect me.”

“Who enchanted it?”

“Who knows? It’s a very old sword.”

“Then the enchantment can’t have been made for you.”

“I suppose not. Maloch belonged to Axil Grandys, originally.”

“The chancellor called it a
foul blade
,” said Glynnie.

“When?” said Rix.

“Before he ordered his captain to chop off your right hand with it. Maloch didn’t protect you then.”

Something scuttled across Rix’s grave. “Then why did you ask me to hold it while you were reattaching my hand?”

“I thought it might help.”

Rix swallowed a bitter retort. They’d been through that before. “We’d better keep moving.”

Hours after their escape from the gyre he pulled the dinghy into a wooded cove and the keel rasped on sand. A yard-wide stream ran into the cove at its upper end. There were no buildings, no lights or smell of wood smoke, no sign that anyone lived nearby. They climbed out into ankle-deep water with nothing save the clothes they were wearing, Glynnie’s small pack and the money belt around Rix’s waist. He reached into the dinghy and retrieved the rope.

“Where are we?” Glynnie asked listlessly.

She had not spoken in the past hour, just sat there, staring into the darkness, shivering and wracked by bouts of quiet weeping for her lost brother. It might have been better if she had seen the lad’s body. At least she would know.

Rix was no longer troubled by doubt. Everything in his life was certain, including its brevity. Henceforth, he had nothing save the sword in his left hand… and lost, loyal Glynnie. For a few days, at least, until he found a place for her. He shied away from the thought.

“A mile north of Grume,” he said, belatedly answering her question. “We can’t leave any traces here, so stay in the water. I’ll get rid of the dinghy.”

“How?”

Rix took off his coat and handed it to her, then waded out, pushing the boat, until the water was up to his shoulders. Taking Maloch in his left hand, he thrust it through the planks, well below the waterline, then drove the blade down to the keel, across and back up. The enchanted sword cut through the tough wood as though it was card and the dinghy sank.

He went back to Glynnie. “We’ll go up the stream until we come to a path, or rocks, and leave the water there.”

“We could still leave tracks,” she said.

“If they don’t come out of the lake, there’s no reason to suspect the tracks are ours. They could belong to anyone.”

They walked up the stream for several hundred yards before the land rose in a ramp, the stream chuckling down over a series of rock shelves like broad, shallow steps. Rix turned left across the shelf into a low woodland. Dry bark rustled beneath their feet. They climbed a hill and at its crest he stopped to survey the land around.

Away to their left he saw a scatter of lights, the town of Grume. In every other direction the land lay in darkness. It was getting colder and their clothes were still damp, but he dared not light a fire here.

“What now?” said Glynnie.

“Get away from the lake as quickly as possible. Then buy two horses, or steal them, head for the mountains and hope there’s enough snowfall to hide our tracks.”

“How long will it take to get there?” she said as they headed down the other side of the hill.

“Depends how long it takes to find a place for you,” he said without thinking.

She stopped dead. “
You’re sending me away?”

Rix cursed himself for putting it so baldly. “No, I’m going to find a safe household for you —”

“I thought we were allies, working together,” she cried. “What have I done wrong?”

He caught her by the shoulders. “Shh! There could be hunters out, or shepherds.”

“Answer. The. Question.” Her voice was ground ice.

“You saw what they did back at the gyre. They plan to kill me.”

“And you need a fr – an
ally
to watch your back,” she said, her voice quavering.

“I vowed to look after you and Benn,” said Rix. “I failed Benn; I’m not losing you as well.”

“And my feelings don’t come into it?”

He scanned the darkness, uneasily. “We can’t talk about this now. We’ve got to get clear.”

She turned and walked away.

Rix ran after her. “You’re going the wrong way.”

“You go your way, I’m going mine.”

He groaned. “If we split up, it doubles the chance of discovery. And when they find one of us they’ll know where to look for the other. Anyway, you’ve got no money or anything.”

“What do you care? You’re planning to dump me the minute you can.”

“I’m not planning to
dump
you. Glynnie, be realistic. I’m going to do Lyf as much damage as I can, but in the end… I’m just one man, and I’m bound to be killed.”

“So it’s all right for you to fight for our country, but not for me?”

“I have a duty to look after you.”

“House Ricinus has fallen! You’re not my master. I’m nothing to you.”

“You mean a lot to me! But I vowed to look after you and I’m going to.”

Her voice went even colder. “So after all we’ve gone through together, you’re
getting rid of
me?”

“No, I’ll be providing for you as best I can. You’re a clever, capable girl. I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“I’m not a girl,” she said, stamping her foot. “I’m a woman.”

“And you have a life to live.”

“So do you.”

He groaned. “I’m Lyf’s number one enemy – and high on the chancellor’s list as well. Whoever wins, they’ll come after my head and they’ll probably get it.”

“But you’re all I have left,” said Glynnie. “I can’t bear to lose you too.”