The Last Guardian (38 page)

“What? The star tower?”

“Yes. Karia says Araksis is very concerned. The king told him that enemies in another world will be seeking to destroy the empire.”

“And they have set up a stone to prevent it? Listen to me, Pashad. Take the children and find Conalis; tell him to prepare for a dusk sailing. I will join you at the dock. Where is
Arcanau
berthed?”

“The twelfth jetty. Why are you not coming with us?”

He strode to her, taking her in a powerful embrace. “I cannot. There is something I must do. But trust me, Pashad. I love you.”

He kissed her swiftly and then ran from the room. Two of the retainers were waiting in the courtyard; beside them were hastily packed chests, while Purat was leading a horse and wagon along the pathway from the gate. The dawn was bright in the sky.

“Purat! Harness the chariot. I need it now.”

“Yes, lord. But the white pair have been lent to Bonantae. There is only the bay mare and a gelding, and they are not a team.”

“Do it.”

“At once, lord.”

Within minutes Nu-Khasisatra was lashing the team back along the Avenue of Kings toward the distant star tower. The gelding was stronger than the mare and it was hard to control the wooden chariot, but Nu drove recklessly, relying on his strength to keep the beasts under control. The chariot bounced on a jutting stone, lifting Nu from his feet, but he steadied himself and raced on through the doomed city.

The Lord had commanded him to find the Sword of God … he had failed. But Shannow had promised to find it and do what needed to be done. At last Nu understood
what that meant. Shannow would send the sword through the gateway, and that was how the world would end. The Sword of God was the bright light of Nu’s vision, and Araksis was using Sipstrassi power to stop it.

The sky was bright now, the morning upon him as Nu swung the chariot into the courtyard below the star tower. Two sentries ran to him, seizing the bridles of the sweating horses.

Nu leapt to the ground. “Is Araksis here?” he asked.

The men eyed his strange clothing and exchanged glances.

“I have to see him on a matter of great urgency,” stated Nu.

“I think you should come with us, sir,” said one of the sentries, moving toward him. “The captain of the guard will want to question you.”

“No time,” said Nu, his huge fist clubbing into the man’s jaw. The sentry dropped like a stone. The other man was struggling to draw his sword when Nu leapt at him; Nu’s fist rose and fell, and the second sentry dropped alongside his companion.

The door to the tower stairs was bolted from the inside. When Nu slammed his shoulder against it, the wood buckled but did not give. He stepped back and hammered his foot against the lock; the door exploded inward.

Taking the steps two at a time, Nu climbed to the tower. A second door was not locked, and he stepped inside. A dark, handsome man wearing a golden circlet on his brow was leaning over a desk, working on a large chart. He glanced up as Nu entered.

“Who are you?” he demanded.

“Nu-Khasisatra.”

The man’s eyes widened. “You have been named as a traitor and a heretic. What do you want here?”

“I have come to stop you, Araksis … in the name of the most holy.”

“You don’t know what you are saying. The world is at risk.”

“The world is dead. You know that I speak the truth; you have seen the future, astrologer. The king’s evil has destroyed the balance of harmony in the world. The Lord Chronos has decreed that his evil should end.”

“But there are thousands—hundreds of thousands—of innocents. We have a thousand years of civilization to protect. You must be wrong.”

“Wrong? I have seen the fall of worlds. I have walked in the ruins of Ad. I have seen the statue of Pendarric toppled by a shark in the depths below the oceans. I am not wrong.”

“I can stop it. I
can
, Nu. This Sword of God is only a mighty machine. I can hold it with the Sipstrassi … send it where it can cause no killing.”

“I cannot allow you to make the attempt,” said Nu softly, glancing at the clear blue sky.

“You cannot stop it, traitor. The power is spread across the gateway like a shield. It also covers the city. Any metallic object in the sky around Ad will be trapped—nothing can get through. You can kill me, Nu-Khasisatra, but that will not change the magic. And you cannot approach the stone and live, for there are mighty spells protecting it.”

Nu swung to look at the giant Sipstrassi Stone. Golden wires were welded to its surface, leading to six crystal spheres supported on a framework of silver. “Get out while you can,” said Araksis. “Since we are linked by marriage, I will give you an hour before I notify the king of your return.”

Nu ignored him. Striding to the desk, he swept the parchment from it and pushed his hands under the oak top. The heavy desk lifted.

“No!” screamed Araksis, hurling himself at the larger man.

Nu released the desk and turned just as the astrologer’s
body struck him. As both men fell, Nu sent a backhand blow into Araksis’ face; stunned, he still clung to Nu. The shipbuilder surged upright, hurling Araksis against the far wall; then he turned again to the desk, hoisted it high above his head, and with a grunt threw it into the silver framework. Lightning lanced around the room, shattering a long window and setting fire to the velvet curtains that hung there. The silver framework melted. One of the crystals had been smashed by the desk, and three others had fallen to the floor; Nu seized a stool and hammered them to shards.

“You don’t know what you’ve done,” whispered Araksis, blood seeping from a cut on his temple.

A shout went up from the courtyard. Nu cursed and ran to the window. Three more guards had appeared and were kneeling by the bodies of the sentries.

Nu raced down the stairs. Two of the guards were entering the doorway as he came into sight, and he dived at them, his weight sending them sprawling to the ground. Running into the sunlight, he ducked a sweeping sword cut and backhanded the wielder from his feet. Then, leaping into the chariot, he took the whip and cracked it over the heads of the two horses. They surged into the traces and hurtled out through the gateway.

In the high star tower Araksis struggled to his feet. Four of the crystals were ruined, and he had no time now to repair the damage. Two still hung in place—enough to send a beam of power over the city of Ad. If the sword was directed toward Ad, the stone could still catch it in the sky and nullify its awesome power. If it missed the city, then it could explode harmlessly in the wide ocean beyond. Araksis moved to the great stone and began to whisper words of power.

As the racing chariot sped toward the city, Nu hoped he had done enough to wreck Araksis’ plans. If he had not, Shannow’s world would face the agony of Pendarric’s evil.

The horses were tired, and it was two hours before Nu guided the chariot to the docks. The
Arcanau
was berthed at the twelfth jetty as Pashad had told him. He left the chariot and ran up the gangplank. Conalis saw him and moved from the tiller to usher him below the deck.

“This is madness, Highness,” said the burly master. “The tides are against us, we have no manifest, and the livestock are still being loaded.”

“This is a day of madness. Is my wife here?”

“Yes, and your sons and your servants; they are all belowdecks. But there is an inspection planned. What will I tell the port master?”

“Tell him what you please. Do you have a family, Conalis?”

“A wife and two daughters.”

“Get them on board now.”

“Why?”

“I wish to give them a great present … you also. That should suffice. Now I am going to sleep for a couple of hours. Wake me at dusk. Now tell any of the crew who have wives or sweethearts to bring them aboard also. I have presents for all.”

“Whatever you say, Highness. But it would be best for me to say the lady Pashad has presents; you are still named as a traitor.”

“Wake me at dusk and put off the inspection until tomorrow.”

“Yes, Highness.”

Nu spread himself out on the narrow bunk, too tired even to seek Pashad. His eyes closed, and sleep overcame him within seconds …

He awoke with a start to find Pashad sitting beside him. His eyes were heavy with sleep, and it seemed only moments before that he had lowered himself to the bunk.

“It is dusk, my lord,” said Pashad, and he rose.

“Are the children well?”

“Yes. All are safe, but the ship is crowded now with the wives and children of the crew.”

“Get them all below. I will speak to Conalis. Send him to the tiller.”

“What is happening, Nu? This is all beyond me.”

“You will not have long to wait, beloved. Believe me.”

Conalis met him at the tiller. “I do not understand this, Highness. You said you wanted to sail at dusk, but now we are full of women and children who must be put ashore.”

“No one is going ashore,” Nu told him, scanning the sky.

Conalis muttered a curse; at the far end of the dock a squadron of soldiers was marching toward them. “Word must be out that you are here,” said the master. “Now we are all doomed.”

Nu shook his head. “Look there!” he shouted, his arm lancing up, his finger pointing to the sky, where a long silver arrow was arcing across the heavens. “Cut the ropes,” bellowed Nu. “Do it now if you value your life!”

Conalis lifted an ax from a hook near the stern and hammered it through the docking rope. Running forward, he did the same at the prow. The
Arcanau
drifted away from the jetty, and Nu pushed the tiller hard left. Feeling the ship move, many of the women and children surged up to the deck. On the dock the soldiers ran to the quayside, but the gap was too great to jump. Across the mouth of the bay a long trireme waited, its bronze ramming horn glinting in the light of the dying sun.

“It’ll sink us,” shouted Conalis.

“No, it will not,” Nu told him.

In the distance a colossal burst of white light was followed by an explosion that rocked the earth. A terrible tremor ran through the city, and the
Arcanau
trembled.

“Shall I loose the sail?” Conalis shouted.

“No, a sail would destroy us. Get everyone below.”

The sky darkened. Then the sun swept majestically
back into the sky, and a hurricane wind roared across the city. Nu took his Sipstrassi Stone from the pocket of his jacket and whispered a prayer. The tidal wave, more than a thousand feet high, thundered across the city, and Nu could see giant trees whirling in the torrent. If any were to strike the
Arcanau
, the vessel would be smashed to tinder. Their prow slowly swung until it pointed straight at the gigantic wall of water. Clutching the Sipstrassi, Nu felt the shock of the wave. The ship was lifted as if by a giant hand and was carried high into the roaring swell, yet not one drop of water splashed the decks. Up and up soared the vessel until it crested the wave and bobbed on the surface. Far below them the trireme was lifted like a cork and hammered against the cliffs on the outer curve of the bay; the ship exploded on impact and disappeared beneath the torrent. To the east the plume of the wave raced on.

In the sudden silence Conalis moved alongside Nu, his face ashen.

“It’s all gone,” he whispered. “The world is destroyed.”

“No,” said Nu. “Not the world. Only Atlantis. Raise the sail. When the waters subside, we must find a new home.”

The lowing of the livestock brought a wry smile from Nu. “At least we’ll have cattle and sheep,” he said.

Pashad came on to the deck, leading her sons: Shem, Ham, and Japheth. Nu strode to meet her.

“What will we do now?” she asked. “Where shall we go?”

“Wherever it is, we will be together,” he promised.

34

S
HANNOW
SANK
BACK
on his haunches. Suddenly he felt good—better than he had in years. It was a curious sensation. Despite his lack of rest, he felt such strength in his limbs. A crack opened on the ledge, and he felt the tower move. Swiftly he levered himself over the side and began to climb down. The tower shivered, the top section breaking away and crashing down. Shannow hugged himself to the wall as the rocks and stones plunged past him, then slowly completed his descent.