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Authors: Tom Lloyd

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‘I think you better explain yourself better than that — so far I don’t like what I’m hearing.’ Kayel had his hand on his bastard sword now, and Amber could see by the set of his shoulders that the man wasn’t joking any longer; he recognised the readiness of a warrior ready to kill.
‘First of all, I don’t think there’s a problem between us, or our masters,’ Amber said in a calm voice, ‘so let’s not get straight to the cutting. I was in Scree, and I heard a name or two being thrown around. One was Azaer, another was Ilumene. Now any fool who lived through that little corner of Ghenna saw things that probably didn’t add up, pieces of the puzzle that were missing.’
‘Get to the point.’
‘I will. Your name is Ilumene; you’re a renegade agent of King Emin’s; you’re a high ranking follower of Azaer and you’re not in Byora just to kill time.’
Kayel paused, not for long but enough all the same that Amber knew he’d surprised him. ‘And what would that be to you?’
‘Maybe nothing, but from what I hear your master isn’t one for small ambitions. There’s a purpose in all you’re doing, and it ain’t a power-play for one minor city. However, my guess is we’re not in competition here.’
Kayel’s -
Ilumene’s
- grip seemed to relax fractionally, although his hand stayed on his swordhilt. ‘Could be that’s the case — but why’m I the one being interrogated here? You show me yours first, major.’
Amber shook his head. ‘Don’t get ideas above your station,
sergeant
. You’re operating within the Menin Empire; that you’re doing it openly makes me think you’ve got nothing to fear from us, and vice versa.’ He took a step forward and prodded Ilumene in the chest. ‘But that’s a far call from equal terms, and don’t you fucking well forget it.’
Ilumene stared him down, not rising to the bait, but he was obviously a long way from being cowed. He paused before he spoke, long enough for Amber to realise he’d got under the man’s skin.
Ah, the guard-dog’s learned to count to ten when he’s on official business, but Gods, how he wants to bite!
‘Your point’s taken,’ Ilumene said in a controlled voice, a tight and mirthless smile on his face. It was clear the renegade Narkang agent had been taught not to lose his cool easily. ‘Just remember this,’ he continued, ‘you lead troops into the Ruby Tower, you’d win because you got the numbers on us. Don’t let that fool you into thinking
you’d
be walking out alive, though, because I’ll be making it my business to personally take you down before I fall.’
‘We’ll just have to wait for that little test,’ Amber said, ‘unless you want your temper to get the better of you? I doubt your master would be too happy about that. How do things work out for the disciples who disappoint Azaer?’
Ilumene laughed. ‘Don’t know much of the Brotherhood, do ya? The mission’s everything. If you’re invading Narkang you’ll be finding that out soon enough. Dumb little children, most o’ them might be, but there’s no doubt they’re damned well-trained.’
‘I’ll bear that in mind. Now, if you’re intending to enjoy Menin hospitality any longer, you’ll be telling me your master’s goal.’
Ilumene shook his head. ‘That’s not my call, just as you ain’t got permission to tell me what your lord’s up to. Let’s just say we’ve got a bit o’ revenge planned.’
‘Revenge?’ Amber took a step back and turned to spit on the ground. ‘You best spin me something better than that - ’less it’s revenge against all the Gods, I don’t buy it. It doesn’t fit what you’re up to, and if that’s what I report to Lord Styrax, he’ll laugh at me and take offence at you.’ He smiled. ‘I imagine you can guess how he expresses his displeasure.’
‘Okay,’ Ilumene said with a scowl, ‘so our scores ain’t the main goal, sure enough. I can’t tell you much -
can’t
- you get me? Just as you can’t choose to tell me why priests of Karkarn are meeting nasty ends recently - aye, we’ve noticed that too. So far we’re the only ones paying attention to the patterns amidst the chaos, but don’t kid yourself that’ll last through winter. All I can say is the master reckons there’s space for a new player among the immortals of the Land.’
Interesting; he said immortals, not Gods
. ‘A new player? Azaer’s been playing for a while, so I hear.’
‘But on the lower Heartland board,’ Ilumene argued, ‘not the board of the heavens. The game’ll continue, just with some pieces moving in different ways.’
Amber got the message. Heartland played on two boards: the main board, where the bulk of a player’s pieces moved, but a second, smaller board, known as the heavens, where the most powerful pieces were. A player had to play both, with different ploys, or find themselves disastrously caught out.
‘My lord may require more.’
Ilumene cocked his head to one side. ‘A shakedown, is it? Well, let no man say my master ain’t accommodating. How about a gift, to prove our enduring friendship?’
‘What sort of “gift”?’
‘One your lord will appreciate.’
Amber gave Ilumene another jab. ‘We’ll have less of the secretive crap.’
‘Not a fan of surprises, eh? You the sort of kid who’d search the house for presents on his birthday? As you wish. It’s a Crystal Skull.’
Amber blinked. ‘Ah. Good.’
‘Good? Bloody generous is what it is. I don’t know, you try and do something nice . . .’ Ilumene gave a theatrical sigh.
‘Which one?’
Which one? You’re a picky bugger, ain’t you? Is sir a connoisseur of the apocalyptically powerful artefact? Does sir want to peruse the selection out the back instead? Skull of Time? Pah, waste of it, more like!’
‘I’m waiting.’
Ilumene threw up his hands and called up to the sky above, ‘You made this one impatient, didn’t you?’ He cleared his throat noisily. ‘It’s the Skull of Song, Major Amber — don’t believe that’s been ticked off Lord Styrax’s list now, has it?’
Amber ignored the question. ‘And what’s the price of this gift?’
‘It’s a gift, there’s no price,’ Ilumene said with a grin. ‘What sort o’ birthdays did you have? Now it might so happen we know the location of another, one you don’t, and for that, we might want your boss to make sure we get the leftovers once he’s finished his sweaty exertions. I reckon he’ll realise by that point we’ll both need allies, and it’d be a damn sight better than the alternative, namely Lord Larim getting his sticky little paws on them.’
‘And when will this gift be delivered?’
Ilumene smiled and turned away. ‘All in good time, Major Amber,’ he called over his shoulder, heading back to the shade of the valley. ‘All in good time.’
CHAPTER 32
They arrived at Moorview early in the ghost hour, just after sundown. Tairen Moor was a place of vibrant colour in the summer months, with great swathes of purple heather and yellow gorse carpeting the distant hills. It was a far cry from where the forest reigned in Llehden, forty miles away on the north edge of the moor. The moor was a long, shallow slope that ran northeast from this point for sixty miles and southeast for longer, studded by small hills and outcrops of granite. Doranei had travelled this way many times, and he always saw Tairen Moor as a rampart, protecting a dozen small towns and villages clustered in the crook of the moor from distant Helrect. They avoided civilisation, all of them sensing the mounting tension in Isak as they headed towards battle. Though Mihn did his best, it would take more than songs and stories to ease the white-eye’s fractured mind, where the memories of Lord Styrax’s blows remained fresh.
At the first picket Doranei showed his golden bee device and warned the soldiers not to interfere with those following him. The lieutenant got the message and ordered his men to clear the path leading up to the castle. They watched with curiosity as the small group passed. Doranei could almost taste the sense of apprehension in the air above the camp, like a storm building as the Menin marched closer. While the soldiers didn’t know who was being ushered through their lines to an audience with the king, Doranei was far from alone in feeling a prickle run down his neck as Isak Stormcaller once more walked amongst them.
And just like Scree
, Doranei realised,
the brewing storm will be more ferocious as a result of his presence
. He shook his head sadly and looked around the troops assembled: as large an army as King Emin had led in decades. There were twenty thousand men already, and that was expected to double at least before the Menin arrived.
This is our last chance - our last stand. Perhaps ferocity is what we need, a storm so terrible no invader can overcome it.
The witch of Llehden and Major Jachen led the way up the path towards Moorview Castle, the witch’s fierce stare enough to turn away curious eyes. Isak, Legana and Mihn followed, with the two soldiers, Marad and Ralen, bringing up the rear. Hulf walked beside Isak, padding along with heavy paws after an exhausting day chasing butterflies and other interlopers, and guarding his flock. Isak trudged on, unmindful of everything, his arms held tight around his body, as though cringing from the curious faces.
Morghien had left them in the night, pushing on to reach the king as soon as possible. Doranei thought the strange wanderer had been missing something for a long while now, some inner fire that Doranei had grown used to seeing. The Brotherhood knew Morghien to be irascible and complaining, but he shared the same dark humour. Coran had told him the man had been changed by the sundering he’d performed to free King Emin of Death’s influence. But now, Doranei thought, something of Morghien’s spark had been restored - though he had raged and sworn with a playwright’s invention two days previously, the day Morghien had discovered Isak alive — or at least, not dead - some part of his former spirit and energy had returned. The man of many spirits might have his reservations, but before, he’d lacked the strength even to argue properly.
It gives me a little hope, that the people we once were aren’t gone forever
, Doranei thought. L
et’s hope it works the same for the king. I doubt much of the news he’s received recently has been good.
They walked through the lines of tents, a thousand faces looking up from their supper and wondering at the cloaked and hooded strangers in their midst. In addition to his long, tattered cloak, Isak wore a faded shawl the witch had given him to shade his eyes from the afternoon sun. It hid his face, but even with his awkward stoop Isak was large, even for a white-eye. Doranei heard whispers of ‘Raylin’ more than once as they made their way across newly dug ditches and defensive lines of stakes.
Legana provoked as much interest as Isak, but while the white-eye shirked from the whispers, she rose to the occasion. Doranei had wondered how she would manage to keep up, with her inability to face the sun and her ungainly walk, but during the day she’d effectively blindfolded herself, and still matched the brisk pace he set without complaint.
With the sunset, Legana had uncovered her head and eyes and, walking with the aid of her gnarled oak staff, she looked like a figure of legend come to join the battle. The copper seams of her dark hair shone bright, caught by the waning light, and her emerald eyes were never brighter.
‘Doranei,’ called a voice from the small bridge that crossed a deepset stream and Morghien stepped forward, Veil beside him.
Doranei hurried over to embrace his Brother.
‘How goes it?’ he asked.
Veil’s face darkened. ‘Not good. From what we hear, Aroth was destroyed entirely. Lord Styrax put the whole fucking city to the sword, and since then the Menin have done the same to every town they’ve come upon. They’re not interested in prisoners; they’re even chasing down refugees fleeing the fighting. He’s sent a message, as if he hadn’t already made the point: he’ll kill everyone who crosses his path unless the king surrenders - or faces him in battle.’
‘Best our mages can tell, Styrax has sent one force roving west, laying waste to every town and village they can find,’ Morghien added, his face reflecting Veil’s anger. ‘The other, larger, army is coming this way, looking for a fast run to Narkang. No doubt his scryers have found us by now; it’s a matter of weeks before they reach us.’
‘I take it you’re still not happy about facing them?’
Morghien’s voice dropped to an urgent whisper. ‘I ain’t the only one — turns out bloody Larat himself warned the king not to face him in battle. Suggested he follow Aryn Bwr’s tactic, sapping the enemy’s strength in his retreat, using ambushes, rearguard actions, the lot.’
‘The last king lost that war,’ Doranei pointed out, ‘and I for one don’t intend to follow him all the way to the Dark Place. Besides, his intent’s clear enough even without the messenger. If we don’t face him somewhere, he’ll put the entire kingdom to the sword. It’s as much a warning to the Farlan as showing the king the price of retreat.’
He watched as Legana approached, Isak behind her. The white-eye walked with his hand on Mihn’s shoulder, as he had for much of the journey. Hulf trotted alongside, warily watching the soldiers.
‘You think this is the answer?’ Morghien said quietly. ‘The mad mystic converted you while I was away?’
‘Enough of that,’ Doranei warned. ‘You start that again and Mihn’s going to make good his threats. It ain’t for us to decide these things, not even you. We leave that for the king.’

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