The Fractured Sky (32 page)

lean sense it, too, Tauran answered. Too late to worry about now. Is something barring you?

Kaanyr tested the window and discovered that it was not blocked. He told Tauran and Kael as much and glided through the gap.

The cambion emerged into a large, curving hallway that clearly surrounded an inner chamber within the dome. Deep azure carpet covered marble floors, and graceful sweeping arches ran from the floor to the ceiling along the outer wall in between each window. Farther down to Kaanyr’s left, a set of double doors led into the interior of the dome. In the opposite direction, he could see a pair of archons and a green-skinned, bald-headed planetar approaching. They moved rapidly, clearly in a hurry.

think they’re coming to investigate us, Kaanyr projected. Whatever we’re going to do, we’d better do it fast. They won’t overlook us now that they’re wary.p>

You two keep going, Tauran instructed. I will confront them. I will try to stall them so you can get inside and warn someone, but whatever happens to me, don’t stop.

That’s not wise, Kaanyr said. You’re an angel, more reputable than either of us in these parts. You should be the one to keep going. They’ll listen to you inside. Let me hold them off. A cambion trying to sneak into Azuth’s inner sanctum may seem like suicide, but it will also be a reasonable explanation for why we’re sneaking in and not knocking on the front door. They won’t think to look for accomplices quite as fast.

He’s right, Kael agreed. Speak the truth, and they will listen to you. But we don’t belong here.

I can’t let you do that, Tauran said. I am the one responsible—

To the Hells with that, Kaanyr decided. He’s not coming up with some coercive reason to make me obey. Before Tauran could finish, the cambion banished his spell of gaseousness and materialized in front of the oncoming celestials.

Beside Kaanyr, Kael appeared just as suddenly. I guess we had the same idea, he said, grinning.

You two are both fools, Tauran said.

Kaanyr smiled back at the knight as he raised his hands in supplication. I couldn’t help myself he answered. It just occurred to me that it was the best chance to succeed, and it happened on its own.

You’re a liar, Vhok, Tauran said. Thank you. just go, Kael said. He, too, had his hands in the air. Stop Zasian.

The celestials approached the pair of half-fiends warily, their eyes wide. “Unbelievable!” the planetar said, raising his enchanted sword. “How dare you defile this holy place of magic, you fiends!”

“We surrender,” Kael said. “We must speak—”

Kael’s explanation got cut off as the planetar spoke an all-too-familiar word of power.

The resultant blast of holy energy knocked Kaanyr unconscious.

Kael watched Vhok crumple to the floor beside him and then turned back to the planetar in disbelief.

The emerald-skinned creature watched them both, and when he realized that his divine attack had not affected Kael, he brought his sword up and began stalking forward.

“Wait!” Kael said, his hands still raised in the air. “We are surrendering!”

“You are intruders defiling the sacred inner sanctum of Azuth himself, and you shall be slain!” the planetar replied. He kept coming.

Behind him, the two archons vanished. Kael assumed they had fled to seek help.

With a growl of frustration, Kael dropped his hands and grabbed his own sword. He raised it into position and stepped in front of Vhok. “I don’t want a fight, but I won’t let you just cut us both down,” he said.

The planetar raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You think you have a choice in the matter?” he asked. “I don’t remember offering one.”

The celestial swung his blade at Kael. The champion of Torm countered the stroke with his own weapon. The two swords clanged together and sent shivers down Kael’s arms. Sparks flew from the grating edges. Kael grunted at the force of the blow.

The angel swung again, and it was all Kael could do to get his defenses up in time to parry the attack. The power of it forced him back. He had to mind his footwork so as not to stumble over Vhok.

Fool angel, Kael thought. As bad as Micus and the High Council. “Why won’t you listen to me?” he demanded. “I am not your enemy!”

The emerald creature said nothing but continued to press his attacks.

Again and again the planetar attacked, and each time, Kael barely managed to deflect the strike. The creature was simply too strong. He would wear the knight down in only a matter of moments.

I’m not afraid to die, he thought. But this is wrong. Such a waste.

“You have the power to tell if I’m lying,” Kael said. “Use it! I’m here because of a common enemy. Tell me how to prove that, how I can win your trust.”

The planetar struck again, and the force of the blow knocked Kael’s blade completely to the side. He was exposed. The celestial attacked once more, slicing into the half-drow’s arm. The plating there split in half and the sword sliced deeply into the flesh beneath.

Kael grunted and stumbled down onto one knee. “Come now!” he shouted. “Do something smarter than just kill me, you idiot!”

But the planetar drew back for another, killing stroke. ? ?

Tauran let his flowing, vaporous body drift beneath the heavy doors. The moment he got beyond the portal and into the chamber, he dismissed the magic keeping him insubstantial and returned to his solid form.

A chill went down the angel’s spine.

He stood in the rotunda, the same one from his vision. It was identical in nearly every detail, only everything appeared sharper and clearer to his eyes..

A set of columns stood in a circle halfway between the surrounding wall and the center of the room, rising to the domed ceiling, which was cloaked in darkness overhead. A few candles set in holders on those columns kept the chamber dimly lit, leaving plenty of gloom around the perimeter.

The angel saw one difference between the real version and his vision. No gods stood within. He did not feel the presence

of anyone. There was no staff to steal.

He had expected to find celestial beings—solars, perhaps—to convince. He had imagined the chamber serving as a council room, such as what he was used to back in the House of the Triad. But Tauran stood alone within the rotunda.

True apprehension crashed through him, one of the few times in the angel’s long existence that he felt such.

Very well, he thought. I’m here. Tyr has abandoned me, and I seem to be playing right into Zasian’s hands. Now what?

The deva took a few steps forward, staring into every shadow. He strained to spy what might be hiding behind the columns. He sought other doors or windows, any means at all of entering the room. No one seemed to be there, nor did it appear that they could slip in without sentries noticing.

did it, Tauran reminded himself. But perhaps I am the first to arrive.p>

He walked farther into the chamber. His footsteps echoed within the confines of the round wall until he stood within the exact center, where every sound bounced back to him in perfect clarity. Even the deva’s breaths returned to his ears. They sounded unduly rapid, nervous.

If someone else were there, he would hear them.

But Tauran was no fool.

“Zasian,” he called. He kept his voice soft, but the word came back to him from every direction. “I know you’re here. You cannot hide forever.”

Tauran heard a faint rustle of cloth and turned to see a tall, handsome man dressed in black with highlights of gold in his tunic step out of the shadows beyond one of the columns. He stood a few paces away from the angel, smiling. His dark

hair hung down his back past his shoulders, matching the color of his flowing moustache. A pendant hanging from a chain around his neck, a silver skull, marked him as a priest of Cyric.

Zasian Menz.

“Very good,” Zasian said. “You figured out my little secret.”

Another rustle, quieter than Zasian, reached the deva from his right. He spotted a form of darkness and shadows emerge. He glanced at it and confirmed that it was Kashada the Nightwraith. Her figure remained swathed in shadow, indistinct. Midnight eyes smiled at him from above her veil.

Tauran swallowed his worry. “Your welcoming party at the dryad village told me all I needed to know,” he said. “But then, you knew it would, didn’t you? You wanted me to figure all this out.”

“Down to the last little detail,” Zasian replied. “And you performed admirably.”

“But why? Whatever my role is supposed to be in your plan, you cannot truly hope to steal Azuth’s staff,” Tauran said. “Bringing me here was a mistake. You know I will try to stop you.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” the priest said. “You’d be surprised what a little distraction will do for Kashada’s chances to succeed.”

As if that were a signal, Kashada stepped backward and vanished into the deeper shadows of the chamber. At the same moment, Zasian moved toward Tauran, his pendant in hand.

Micus stared across the plaza at the Hall of Petitions. “You are certain?” he asked the zelekhut beside him. “Tauran is within?”

The centaurlike construct nodded. “Indeed,” it said in its flat, mechanical voice. “Within that dome at the highest point.” It pointed to the apex of the cavern.

Micus frowned. “Now, how did he manage to pull that off?”

“I am afraid I do not know,” the zelekhut answered.

Micus dismissed the response with a wave of his hand. “No, of course not.” But I’m going to have to get inside, and that’s going to be tricky.

“I think you will have to wait for me here,” the angel said. “I can move faster by myself.”

“As you wish,” the construct replied.

Micus strolled across the plaza to the imposing building, leaving the zelekhut behind.

I could ask for an immediate audience, the angel thought. But would they receive me without the required notifications that I am here on official business? Probably not. The need is great, though, so perhaps…

Micus paused mid-step. Aliisza the alu swooped in and settled to the ground in front of the main entrance to the hall. She stood there a moment, peering up at its facade as if deep in thought.

She hasn’t seen me, the angel realized. She can be my bargaining chip.

Micus moved toward the half-fiend, careful to remain quiet. He longed for his mace. He felt naked without his weapon, but that wretch Tauran had taken it.

He had other options.

“Well met, Aliisza,” he said quietly.

The alu gasped and whirled to face him. She staggered back and reached for the hilt of her sword.

Before she could take hold of it, though, Micus uttered a word of power.

The half-fiend tumbled backward as if he had slammed into her with a battering ram. She crumpled to the paving stones of the avenue and lay still. A few passersby stopped and stared.

“Escaped fugitive,” Micus explained. The onlookers shrugged or muttered and went on their way.

Micus quickly disarmed Aliisza and motioned for the zelekhut to assist him. The construct approached.

“Watch her,” the angel said, gesturing. “She is slippery. Secure her for me and be ready for her tricks.”

The zelekhut nodded and extended its chains from its forearms. It wrapped them around the alu and made her immobile.

Micus sorely wished that he had the dimensional shackles with him, but they, like everything else, had returned to the House of the Triad with Garin. Micus should have gone, too, but he had refused Garin’s urgings.

I will catch him, the angel vowed. This will end. Tyr’s laws will be upheld.

Aliisza stirred. She blinked a few times and groaned. She tried to sit up, pulling against her bonds.

“Don’t,” Micus warned. “Or I will scour you with the wrath of Tyr again.”

She froze and looked at him, grimacing. She sank back down. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice filled with desperation. “I know you think you’ve got to stop Tauran, but if you do this thing, something terrible is going to happen.”

“Hush,” Micus said. “Enough of your lies. I have a single

task before me, and that is to bring Tauran to justice.”

Aliisza rolled her eyes. “You’re unbelievable,” she said, but there was no admiration in her tone. “You have the power to see if I am truthful, and you’re so full of pride that you won’t use it.”

“Where is he?” Micus asked.

She said nothing, but her eyes betrayed her thoughts as they flicked toward the building behind her.

“I know he’s in there,” Micus said, “but what is he doing?”

“Trying to stop Cyric from stealing Azuth’s staff. Because if Cyric does, another god is going to die,” she said. “It’s what I’m trying to tell you, and if you weren’t such a bull-headed fool, you’d know that!”

For a moment, Micus could only gape. That was not possible. Cyric was a cowardly, craven worm. Micus shook his head, dismissing the thought.

“You lie,” he said. “Once more, and I will ask Tyr to send you to oblivion. Now, what is truly happening?”

“I speak the truth,” she said. “I saw it. In the Eye of Savras. Zasian and Kashada are there, too, trying to steal Azuth’s staff. All they need is a distraction, and you and Tauran are going to provide it for them if you storm in there and try to subdue him. I think Cyric means to kill Mystra with it. What can I do to prove it to you?”

Micus blinked. What she claimed was preposterous. Mortals, stealing the cherished possessions of gods? Still, he sensed that she believed it.

“Azuth’s host will stop them,” he said. “They do not need my help to deal with this.”

“Oh, yes,” Aliisza said. “Just like all of you did such a good job stopping them in the House.”

Micus mused for a moment. Then inspiration struck. “If what you say is true, then this crime cannot be committed if Tautan and I do not battle. True?”

Aliisza nodded. “Yes. That’s what I saw. Tauran tries to stop Zasian, and you try to stop him. Kashada steals the staff during the commotion.”

“Then come with me,” Micus said. “Convince Tauran to surrender without a fight.”

Aliisza’s eyes widened. “You’re asking me to betray him?”

“If you believe your own vision, then you are actually saving him.” And he’s already betrayed himself, and you, in so many ways you can’t imagine, he thought. It’s hardly the worst thing that will befall him, believe me.