The Pegasus's Lament (18 page)

“Now kill the girl,” Tionne commanded again, as the Captain hesitated.

Unable to resist the magic that bound and controlled him, the Captain advanced on Tiadaria with shambling steps. As he approached, she found that she could still sense him. Whatever had happened to his soul since his death on the battlefield, the soul that was bound to the lich was definitely the one that had known her and loved her. That he was trapped in a rotting shell made her more sad than afraid.

“Captain,” she gasped, surprised at how foreign and painful speaking that simple title aloud was. “Please, don't do this.”

“
I must obey, little one. I don't want to do this, but I must obey.”

The methodical, plodding steps had brought him nearly into striking range. She didn't have much time. Though she didn't know she could get through the spell that was forcing him to act, she had to try.

“Please, Sir,” she begged. “Please help me.”

Tiadaria had a sudden flash of memory. She'd been tied up, much like this, to a tree near Cerrin's wagon. She'd been sure she was going to die then. They had beaten her nearly to death and she had been ready to welcome it. Then, the Captain had arrived and saved her. That's what she needed from him now, but she wasn't sure that part of him could prevail against the powerful magic that bound him.

“You saved me once, Sir, from a fate almost exactly like this. Please, Sir. Help me.”

The Captain stopped and peered at her with sightless emptiness and Tiadaria's sense of hope was renewed.

“I can't help you, little one. I can't even help myself. I am damned. As are you.”

With a thrust only slightly less powerful than that of which he was capable in life, he plunged the rusty scimitar into her. Tiadaria screamed as the flesh below her ribs parted, tearing away from the blade as the Captain's lich ran her through. The icy coldness of shock flashed through her and she tried to fight back the darkness. It was a battle she couldn't win. Still swaying against the ropes that bound her, Tiadaria passed from the physical realm.

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Wynn came to at nearly the same time that the door to the common room exploded, sending a rain of wooden shards into the room. Faxon and Adamon dashed through the ruined door, their eyes blazing with the harnessed power of the Quintessential Sphere. These weren't mages prepared to defend themselves if necessary. They were ready for war, which is exactly what they got.

Wynn thought Faxon recovered well from the surprise of coming face to face with a dead man. The Captain's swords were dull and rusty, but still sharp enough to do serious damage. It was then that Wynn realized that the Captain's blade was already stained with blood.

That he had forgotten about Tiadaria was secondary to the shock that coursed through him when he saw her body slumped limply against the ropes. Blood stained her tunic around a ragged hole in her gut and her arm was covered in a sheen of drying blood. Wynn couldn't see her face, but her skin was pale and waxy.

His connection to the Quintessential Sphere was there, but it was too far away from him to be able to do anything to help. The Xarundi and his accomplices had planned this attack well. Without their magic, Tiadaria and Wynn wouldn't have stood a chance against the trio and the Captain's lich. Only the appearance of Faxon and Adamon improved the odds of their survival. A few city guards followed the quintessentialists into the room, but their presence meant little in the face of a quartet of determined foes.

“
Wynn!” Faxon cried, recognizing his former apprentice.

Before Faxon could close the distance to where Wynn was hanging, the Captain had intercepted the quintessentialists. His scimitars flashed out, aided by power drawn from the sphere. Adamon countered with a spell to deflect the blades, pushing the lich off balance as the spell landed. Zarfensis leapt into battle, scattering the city guards with a single swipe of one muscular arm.

Faxon seized the distraction offered by the battle to run to Wynn, using a simple cantrip to sever the ropes binding him to the building supports. Adamon and the guards were holding their own against the Captain and the Xarundi. Tionne and Nerillia were gone. They'd also taken advantage of the initial moment of conflict and made a hasty retreat. Wynn removed the restraints and rubbed his wrists, trying to restore circulation cut off by hours of abuse.

“
Faxon!”

With an apologetic glance, Faxon abandoned Wynn and rejoined the fight that was raging around them. One of the city guards was splayed against the wall, his entrails spilled down the front of his obliterated leather armor. The Captain's lich was a blur of frenetic motion, holding both of the remaining soldiers at bay with ease. Faxon and Adamon had teamed up against Zarfensis, who, despite the missing eye, was providing a more than adequate challenge for the pair of them.

Without his magic to call on, Wynn knew there was nothing he could do to assist either of them, so he turned his attention to Tiadaria. He put his fingers against her throat, feeling for the life beat. He found one, but only barely. It was far too faint and far too slow. She was nearly gone. His stomach leapt into his throat. He lifted her face, prying one eye open. Only the whites showed. She was almost gone.

Wynn, his fingers trembling, untied the ropes that held Tiadaria to the posts. She slumped to the floor between them. It was then that he saw the Captain's blade had gone straight through her. He couldn't imagine the kind of damage that would do and didn't want to. Wynn rolled her over and tore one of the sleeves from his robe, doubling it over into a thick pad which he pressed against the wound in her abdomen. He pressed his hand against the puncture in her back, feeling only a tingle of the
link shock that normally bound them together.

There was a roar and Wynn's attention was torn from Tiadaria to see Faxon and Adamon backed into the corner by the lich and Zarfensis. The other city guards were dead. They'd simply been no match for the horror they had come to face. Wynn could relate. He was torn between wanting to help the quintessentialists and doing what little he could to keep Tiadaria alive. Helplessness and frustration welled up in him, fighting with anger and fear to take control of him. He forced all of his emotions down, struggling not to panic.

Wynn heard Faxon speak in a voice so unlike him that he actually did a double take. The quintessentialist's eyes were blazing. In one hand, he held a crystal orb. Inside the orb danced formless ivory flames. Faxon brought his other palm down on the globe and screamed a word of command.

The flash that filled the room was blinding. Wynn heard the Captain's lich scream, an unworldly screech that seemed to come from within the Deep Void and made his skin crawl. The roar that followed was easy to identify as Zarfensis. The air moved around Wynn and he felt something massive strike the wall behind him. A snarl nearby made Wynn instinctively grab Tiadaria and drag her toward where he'd last seen Faxon.

There was a crack, the sound of splintering wood and then silence. A silence so deep and sudden that it was almost as unnatural as the Captain's lich had been. Wynn blinked a few times, hoping to clear the flash blindness from his vision and finding himself unable to see. Half blind was bad enough, being unable to see at all was maddening.

“
Faxon? Adamon?” he called, perversely pleased that his voice didn't crack as he'd expected it to. “Are you here? Are you alright?”

“
Here is one thing,” Adamon's stern voice answered. “Alright, another.”

“
We're both here and okay, Wynn,” Faxon's voice had returned to normal.

Wynn shuddered. He'd never seen Faxon so consumed by the power of the Sphere and he wasn't sure he wanted to again. He'd heard stories of mages that went mad with power, unable to control what they pulled from the Quintessential Sphere. Wynn knew that Faxon was regarded as one of the most powerful quintessentialists of their time, but he'd had no idea to what extent that power ran.

“I can't see, Faxon.” Wynn turned his head, trying to figure out where the others were by sound. “Tia's hurt, it's bad.”

“
I know,” Faxon was beside him now. Wynn could feel him on his right. That meant that the presence on his left would be Adamon.

“
We have to save her,” Wynn said, almost pleading. “I'm not sure we can stop this without her.”

“
Nor I,” Faxon agreed grimly. “Adamon, what can you do?”

“
Me?” Adamon's voice was incredulous. “Nothing.”

“
We may not be friends,” Faxon snarled. “But I know your history, Adamon. You were a cleric before you became an inquisitor. You were powerful. A 'power of the Lyr' Master Tanglar put it, before you mysteriously quit and never looked back.”

“
Please, Adamon.” Now Wynn was pleading in earnest. “Please, you have to save her.”

“
Why?”

The mage's voice was cold and hard. Wynn turned his head to face the sound of Adamon's voice, staring at him with a sightless eye.

“Why? Because we need her!”

“
No,” Adamon countered. “You need her. She is a rogue mage. The flawed product of another rogue mage. As far as I can see, this is justice. She's been put down by the one who created her.”

“
Mages aren't created! They're born! You know that she couldn't control her becoming a mage any more than you could! She was born to the clans, they don't even recognize our laws. How could she have presented herself to the Academy?”

Wynn wondered why Faxon wasn't coming to his aid. How could his former mentor abandon him now? When Wynn needed him most?

“She lives here now,” Adamon retorted. “She knows the laws of the Human Imperium, but somehow they don't apply to her. Just as they didn't apply to her mentor. Yes, I know all about Captain Royce MacDungren. I know that he was a rogue mage who kept his abilities just out of sight of the King and managed to have enough of the right friends in the right places to evade my censure all those years.”

“
So you're taking it out on Tia?” Wynn screamed. “You can't!”

“
Give me one good reason why.”

“
Because he's right,” Faxon interrupted, his voice slow, low, and calm. “Because she may be the only way that the Captain's lich can be defeated and the Imperium saved. And you know it.”

There was a long pause and Wynn felt Tiadaria's body move. At first, he thought she might be coming to, then he felt Adamon shift next to him. His hands were on the body now, lingering at her throat.

“She's almost gone,” he said, his voice no softer than it had been. “Letting her go would be a mercy.”

“
We need her. I need her.” Wynn was no longer pleading. He was stating a fact. He was certain that if they were going to reverse the darkness falling on Dragonfell, Tiadaria would be instrumental to their cause.

“
I can't just bring her back,” Adamon snapped. “That's not how the Quintessential Sphere works. Every grant must be repaid. I might be able to heal some of the wounds. Maybe, possibly, save her life. You expect me to make her ready for combat. That, I cannot do.”

“
There
is
a way,” Faxon said quietly.

“
No.”

“
Adamon, it is the only way.”

“
I won't do it, Faxon. You ask too much.”

“
I ask only for what is required. I offer myself in tribute.”

“
What?” Wynn was lost. His mind adrift on uncertain seas. “Faxon, what are you talking about?”

“
Every grant must be repaid,” Adamon repeated, his voice harsher than before. “Faxon means to trade his life for hers. To use the power of the Lyr to take his life and restore hers. And that's not all he asks. The spell is extremely hazardous to the mage acting as the conduit. Some never recover.”

“
Faxon!” Wynn gasped. “No...you can't. We need you. We need both of you. How are we going to save the city? How are we going to save the Imperium?”

“
Tia will have you,” Faxon said and Wynn felt his hand on his shoulder. “I have faith in you.”

The weight of those words seemed to sink like lead in Wynn's belly. They wouldn't be enough. He was skilled, but he'd never match Faxon's raw talent in controlling the forces of the Quintessential Sphere. Tiadaria would need him. His mind turned suddenly back to Ethergate. Standing in the road, Zarfensis's claws around his thro
at, unable to do anything but wait for death to come. Waiting for Tia to save him.

“
No,” Wynn said suddenly. “Me. Take me.”

“
Wynn--”

“
Faxon, no. Tia will need you. Who knows how long I'll be cut off from the Sphere? I don't know what they did to me and neither do you. You'll need Tia. She needs me now. Take me.”

“
I haven't even said I'll do it,” Adamon roared.

“
You will.”

“
Why is that, Master Wynn?”