Elves: Rise of the TaiGethen (13 page)

‘No? Well, I suppose you are well placed to make such a judgement. And as it happens, you still retain your exalted position as betrayer-in-chief. This elf has no knowledge of the damage he is going to do his people. And the really pleasing thing is that he is one of your most fervent, most spectacularly faithful, people. He is possessed of talents not even he can fathom and is determined to use anything he can to the benefit of the elves.

‘Unfortunately he doesn’t realise that the focus of mana within his body is stronger than the scent of blood in the River Ix. He reeks of it, exudes it and can do nothing to hide it. And we, my dear Sildaan, could use it to follow him through the very bowels of the earth.

‘You really ought to come along and watch the show.’

Chapter 10

Takaar had run to the eaves of the forest, there to curse his misfortune.

Misfortune? Remember a TaiGethen is never alone
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‘I am no longer TaiGethen and that blade would not enter his neck. Do not ask me why.’

I have no need. Your cowardice rears its head at the most spectacular moments and reduces your strength to that of a dung fly. Oh, the elves must hear of this latest betrayal
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‘You cannot goad me as you once did. And even then I was too strong for you. Did I step from that cliff edge? I did not. You lost this battle decade upon decade ago and still it hurts that you cannot control me.’

I have no desire to control you. Only to see you crawling on your belly like your beloved snakes with the eyes of every true elf upon you, knowing the truth about their erstwhile hero
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‘They already know the truth!’ Takaar’s voice set creatures scurrying deeper into the undergrowth. ‘And they have forgiven me, taken me to their hearts once more and allowed me to work to make them stronger, able to stand proud as men are driven from Calaius.’

Taken you to their hearts, have they? Is that why you run off to Garan the moment something goes wrong? Keener to hear the words of man than of elf when the world darkens?

‘Garan gives more than he takes and this time he has unlocked a secret and opened my eyes. I knew he would turn against Ystormun. I knew he would see man’s invasion for the sacrilege it is.’

‘What has Garan unlocked, exactly?’

Takaar spun as he rose, his twin swords whispering from their sheaths. He counted five, but more were circling him, unseen.

Yniss preserve you, how careless
.

Takaar smiled and sheathed his blades.

‘I was expecting you.’

Auum’s expression was bleak. ‘Really? And you always welcome your friends with your blades, do you?’

‘Your approach was quiet, I’ll admit and I was—’

‘Engaged in another conversation. Quite vocally, considering his proximity.’

Takaar heard the whisper of laughter from among the TaiGethen, who were emerging into his small clearing in some numbers. Fifteen of them now.

Don’t let him goad you. He’s goading you, isn’t he?

‘No one is goading me.’

‘I beg your pardon?’ said Auum, walking closer.

‘I was not addressing you,’ said Takaar sharply.

‘Clearly,’ said Auum. ‘You and I need to talk. In private. Just the three of us.’

Takaar searched Auum’s face for the humour he was sure would be there, but for some reason it was absent. He felt a moment’s confusion.

Idiot. And I thought you’d be used to people insulting you, laughing behind your back, that sort of thing
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‘I do not like your tone,’ hissed Takaar.

Finally
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Auum walked closer. Takaar could smell the camouflage paint. He turned his head slightly and couldn’t stop his hands wringing together.

‘I do not much care whether you like it or not,’ Auum replied. ‘I care that soon Ysundeneth will once again be full of the corpses of innocent elves and their blood will be on the hands of man.’

Takaar chuckled. ‘It’s good that I’m here, isn’t it?’

‘It is never good that you are anywhere near things that matter. Walk with me.’

Auum made a gesture towards his TaiGethen, who scattered into the new growth that had sprung up in the wake of the wholesale logging near Ysundeneth and the Ultan bridge. Only Auum’s cell remained, and he indicated they stay in place before stalking off into the deeper undergrowth to the south.

Do you think he’ll come back if you just stand here?

‘Why would I do that? I am the bearer of all that is important. He needs me.’

Pathetic. You’re like some snivelling servant, so anxious to please your master. Even for you, this is a new low
.

Takaar followed Auum. ‘The elves must survive, all else is secondary.’

You mean all else is secondary to justifying your existence to an elf who once idolised you. At least test him. Prove yourself his better in the one thing he holds most dear. That is the minimum if you are to retain any self-worth
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‘I have no need of such proof.’

No? Do you even remember being one of them?

‘Show yourself and I’ll prove I could still be one.’

I’d laugh, but you killed our sense of humour about a hundred and sixty years ago
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‘Why are you plaguing me?’

Because you always seek me out when you need answers
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‘Enough.’

Takaar moved quickly, following Auum’s footsteps. Thirty paces into the thick of the undergrowth, where the lower level of the canopy swooped towards the ground, Auum had stopped and was facing him. There was a look of disappointment mixed with contempt on his face. He knew what was in Takaar’s mind.

‘Don’t do this,’ said Auum. ‘Do not even attempt it. You know, I always found it admirable that even in your madness and solitude, you still practised the art to its highest degree. When I found you, your skills were unparalleled. But now? You do not train and your mind is fogged with thoughts of magic. You are no longer quick enough to test me.’

Takaar said nothing but Auum’s words wormed deep into his heart. He dropped quickly and swept out a foot. He found clear air. Auum landed hard, dropping a knee onto Takaar’s chest, swiping his arms aside with impressive speed and putting a dagger to his throat.

‘I don’t have time for this,’ said Auum. ‘I need a way into the city and unfortunately that means I need your help.’

Auum moved his knee and stood back. Takaar got to his feet. His mind was darting here and there; his tormentor was ridiculing his combat skills and the magic within him was unsettled, barely under control. He felt a weight in his mind and a powerful sense of injustice. He gripped Auum’s shoulders.

‘What lies inside me is so hard to control. You see. And now I can see a path. We have been blind, you know. Blind to what is in front of us. There is no time to lose. Perhaps then I can release my pain.’

Look at Auum. I’m not the only one who has no idea what you’re talking about
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‘Shut up, shut up, I cannot focus. Auum, my clear moments are so few, but I was clear when Garan spoke to me and I know what he told me. But with every day I get greyer. In my head. We must fight back while there is still time. Do you not see?’

Congratulations. Not a word of sense. Not a single one
.

‘I need you to know I am behind you. Every day I am trying to unpick the mysteries of my gift so I can pass it to those who can use it better than I. To try to build a new strength in elves that will allow us to defend ourselves for generations to come.’

Better
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‘I have to find our new practitioners. I can’t wait here. None of them are here, are they? So stop delaying me and let me go.’

Oh dear
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Takaar fell silent. He couldn’t remember a thing he had just said. Auum prised his hands from his shoulders and Takaar felt the crushing strength in the TaiGethen’s fingers before he was released.

‘There is nothing I want more than for you to go, but I have two problems. I think you are unfit to teach the Il-Aryn, but Onelle seems to trust you. And I think you are unfit to help me get into Ysundeneth, but I have no choice but to trust you.’

Sharp, this Auum, isn’t he?

‘I don’t—’

‘Be silent and listen,’ said Auum. ‘If I had my way, you would not be allowed in the same chamber as anyone who might wield the Il-Aryn. You are a menace, you consort with humans and from one heartbeat to the next you do not know what you will think, do or say. That is how I see you, Takaar.

‘But right now you are going to come with me and my people and help us liberate elves from Ysundeneth because if you do not, there will be more blood on your hands. Am I making sense?’

Takaar shook his head. ‘If you go in there, you will all die.’

‘If we don’t, hundreds of innocents will die, the ClawBound have seen to that.’

‘But you can hear nothing, can you?’ asked Takaar.

‘What do you . . .’

Auum’s expression cleared and he turned towards Ysundeneth. Takaar could feel him willing the forest to silence, tuning out the ambient sounds, straining his hearing towards the city. He stood there for an age, completely still, and Takaar could find it inside him to admire the elf’s focus. Auum breathed in, uncertain.

‘Why is it so silent?’ he whispered.

‘Because there is to be no death within the walls,’ said Takaar. ‘The humans are reserving that for the rainforest.’

‘Meaning?’

‘Your precious ClawBound have not started a wave of revenge with their actions, they have started a war.’

Auum stared at Takaar with fresh interest and Takaar nodded solemnly and challenged his tormentor to say something. Anything. That voice was silent.

‘This had better not be one of your games,’ said Auum.

Takaar shrugged. ‘You do not need to believe me. Ystormun gave me an ultimatum. I have since spoken to the ClawBound and they will not treat with him. And so the humans will come to finish the job the Ynissul unwittingly invited them into do.’

Auum’s stare did not waver but his eyes widened.

‘You spoke to Ystormun.’

‘I tried to kill Ystormun.’

And failed
.

‘And failed,’ said Auum. ‘Why? Magic not strong enough? Arm not quick enough?’

‘Contempt does not become one who has not faced this enemy alone.’

You almost sound impressive. A pity you will never get another chance to
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‘So enlighten me. You were in a position to threaten our greatest enemy and yet . . . what?’

‘He is protected by more than mere magic. My blade would not even nick his skin.’

Auum turned away. ‘Then perhaps you should keep your blades keener.’

‘Do not presume to judge me. I, who have presided over the deaths of so many, am the only one who can judge me.’ Takaar slapped the heel of a palm to his forehead. ‘And
in here
, in here, I hold the keys to our survival. You can wait until dawn to see the humans march from their city. I must begin my search for those who might, if you can thwart the humans just a little, return us to greatness.’

Auum was back at him, jabbing a finger into his chest. Takaar didn’t want to, but he whimpered at each impact.

‘And there is the root of my problem with you. Always seeking the ultimate glory. Always needing to be a head higher than the rest of us, desperate to feel the adoration that you once felt on Hausolis. Always keeping something back to retain one trembling hand on power.

‘The elves cannot afford to indulge your self-interest. We cannot afford your bloated ego, lusting after times long gone. So go, Takaar. Lose yourself in whatever quest it is you are so compelled to undertake. Chasing more practitioners, is it?’ Auum waved a hand and then pointed back towards Ysundeneth. ‘If the humans are coming then it is not magic in fifty or a hundred years’ time that we need. It is strength and honour and speed and warriors in the next handful of days.’

A blade was at Takaar’s throat and in truth he hadn’t seen Auum draw it.

‘Steel will win this war, if war it is. Man thinks his magic dominates all. But this is my forest. And it is a lonely place in which to die.’