[Firebringer 02] - Dark Moon (10 page)

Tek waded through the drifting snow, her rump to the biting wind. Sa had not yet returned to the grotto, and with the early dusk not far away, the pied mare grew anxious for her. Tek shivered hungrily as she picked her way across the slope. Late afternoon was very dark. Stumbling across the grey mare’s body at the foot of a sharp drop took her by surprise. Sa lay smashed on the icy stones, one foreleg splayed, her head and neck twisted at an impossible angle. Tek halted, staring in horror. High up the cliff, she spotted the place where the other must have lost her footing. A little fir tree, hardly more than a sprig, grew out of the rock.

Grief overwhelmed Tek. The sky above her seemed to spin. She sank down, nuzzled the grey mare’s body, already stiff with cold. Wind gusted, heavy with snow. It dragged against the cliffside, moaning. Surely a snowstorm was in the wind. She knew that she must rise, must return soon to the shelter of the caves. Dusk was fast approaching, and if she were caught by storm, she might never find her way back. Slowly, with effort, she gathered her cold-numbed limbs and rose. Someone must bear news of Sa’s death to the king, she realized with a groan. The thought chilled her even more than the wind.

Motion behind her made her start and wheel. Downslope two of the king’s Companions came into view. They halted in surprise. Stallions both, one was dark, midnight blue with a pale, silvery mane. He looked to be of the same generation as Korr. The other, perhaps a year or two older than Tek, was middle blue and spattered all over with eye-sized blots of black.

“It’s Tek,” he muttered to his fellow, “the Red Mare’s—the wych’s child—”

The older Companion cut him short. “Alma’s beard,” he exclaimed. “Look—the king’s dam, Sa!”

Still numb with grief, Tek fell back as the two stallions climbed hastily to stand over the grey mare.

“Dead!” the younger one exclaimed.

The heads of both Companions snapped up. Their glances flicked to her from the carcass at their feet. The dark, midnight blue leveled an accusing gaze at Tek.

“What do you know of this?” he demanded.

Tek’s mouth felt thick and dry. “I…she must have fallen.”

“Did you see it happen?” the younger, spotted one snapped, advancing uphill.

Tek shook her head. “Nay, I—”

The older stallion, too, came forward. “Why did you let her climb that dangerous cliff?”

“I wasn’t with her—”

The younger stallion snorted.

“Why not?” the older, the dark blue, interrupted. “These slopes are steep.”

“And forbidden to any but king’s Companions,” his comrade added.

The pied mare blinked. No such proscription had been announced. She backed another step as the pair continued to advance. She could barely make them out now for the snow and the gathering dark. Heads together, the two began conferring in low voices, never taking their eyes off Tek.

“If she wasn’t with her, she
should
have been. Sa was an old mare.”

“It’s a crime not to protect the king’s dam.”

“Crime?” Tek’s jaw dropped. What new laws were these? The two stallions ignored her.

“Aye, but if she’s lying?” the spattered younger one asked. “What if she
was
with the mare?”

“What are you saying?” Tek demanded sharply. The snowy wind moaned. The air was grey and dark.

“Everyone knows you’re a wych’s child,” the midnight blue said. “Your dam was born beyond the Vale.”

“Korr banished her for magicking.”

“My mother lives in the southeast hills by her own choice,” Tek exclaimed. “She was never banished!”

“She enchanted Jan the prince when he was no more than a weanling,” the younger stallion insisted.

“To protect him from wyvern sorcery,” Tek snapped, outraged. Her mother, the Red Mare, had ever used her mysterious arts for the good of the herd.

“You’re no better than your wych mother,” the older stallion growled. “You seduced our good prince from the path of Alma.”

“Liar!” Tek burst out, astonished, stung. How dared the king’s lackey spit such filth at her?

“Traitor,” the other stallion continued. “You ran away when the prince was assailed by gryphons, leaving him to his death.”

“Untrue!” shouted Tek, half choked with wrath.

Her words echoed off the cliff. The king’s Companions tossed their heads, champing. The two of them continued toward her across the slippery, rocky ground. Tek could do little but retreat up slope. The narrowed eyes of the spotted Companion glinted at her from their mask.

“Ring breaker—you ran. Everyone knows it! It’s common knowledge.”

“ ‘Common knowledge’ to those who were not there!” She wanted to fly at him and skewer him. She wanted to trample him underhoof.

“You befriended our king’s dam,” cut in the other, older unicorn, “that you might share her cave and eat her forage when your own sire cast you out. Her kind heart was her own undoing.”

“What do you mean?” cried Tek.

The other bared his teeth. “That you lured Sa here, to dangerous cliffs, on the pretext of finding forage. That you were with her at her death and failed to inform the king.”

“Perhaps you caused her death,” the younger guard pressed.

“Never!” gasped Tek. “I had only just come upon—”

They gave her no time to finish.

“A cunning tale. The mare is cold. She’s been dead hours.”

“I wasn’t with her!”

“The king will decide.”

“Come with us,” his younger companion said. “Come willing, or we’ll compel you.”

Panic gripped Tek. If she went with these two now, she realized, she was as good as dead. They had the king’s ear, and their groundless accusations would carry far more weight with him than any truth. Then the king might do whatever he wished. Banish her, even attack her. Who was to stop him now? Under the watchful eye of the king’s wolves, the whole herd would stand silent, cowed.

The two stallions stood waiting. The spotted one’s eyes gleamed, gloating. Tek wondered what forage he expected in exchange for giving her life to the king. The dark blue stallion motioned impatiently with his head.

“Come,” he told her. “It grows dark, and the sooner this is dealt with, the better.”

“The sooner you will feed, you mean,” grated Tek.

A cold rage such as she had never known seized her, displacing fear: it would not be simply her own life lost, she realized in a rush, but that unborn within her as well.

“You lying wolves!” she cried. Through the gathering darkness, the rising wind and snow, they were little more than blurs to her. “Those of you who still have your wits, yet willingly follow him are worse than Korr! I carry the late prince’s get in my womb. Therefore harm me at your peril!“

Eyes wide, both stallions studied her midsection uncertainly. “Her belly’s swollen,” the older blue murmured.

His companion tossed his head as if to dodge a meddlesome fly. “Great with hunger—just as ours,” he snorted. “All the mares that conceived this fall past have miscarried, the weather’s been so foul and the forage so slight—
her
doing. Wych,” he snarled. Then, louder, “Wych!”

He started forward, but the older blue nipped his shoulder to stay him. “List! What if what she says is true, that she carries the late prince’s heir? That would make
her
more fitting regent than Korr….”

Hearing him, the pied mare started, appalled suddenly at how hunger and grief had dulled her wits. She had never once since discovering her pregnancy considered that as the late prince’s mate and mother of his unborn heir, she herself held a better claim to the regency than Korr. The king therefore could only view her burgeoning belly as a threat, invalidating as it did his young daughter’s claim and making him, as Lell’s regent, into a usurper. For an instant, surprise blinded her.

To what lengths, Tek wondered starkly, would his chosen Companions go to protect both their leader’s—and their own—unfounded authority? All at once, in wild alarm, she realized how rashly she had spoken. Her words, intended to keep these two at bay, were having the opposite effect. Their eyes—particularly those of the younger Companion—had grown even more hostile, and though she was a trained warrior, young and strong, one of the finest, she knew that, big-bellied now and half-starved, she had not the slimmest hope of matching two such strapping opponents. The pair glanced at one another.

“She lies. She’s a wych,” spat the younger, his spots shifting and shuddering as his skin twitched with cold. “If she carries a foal, it can’t be that of our late prince! Yet she’ll claim so to the herd—if we let her. She’ll sway them with her lies and turn them against the king.”

The other appeared dubious, but also alarmed. Despite the dimming light and thickening snow, Tek spotted the thin rim of white circling his eye.

“What are you saying?” he whispered.

The younger Companion set his teeth. “That we settle the matter without troubling the king. She’s clearly guilty of the grey mare’s murder. And she abandoned the late prince to his death by gryphons—that’s as good as murder.”

His eyes upon the pied mare narrowed. He dropped his voice yet lower still.

“We’ll say she resisted, tried to flee when we made to stay her.”

Fury filled Tek. She felt reckless, bold.

“Would you kill me?” she spat, coming forward. She snorted, teeth set, anger throttling her. “Alone on this hillside without witnesses to thwart or even question you? Who would be murderers then?”

The older blue fell back a pace. The spotted Companion champed impatiently, ignoring her.

“Nonsense! None would dare dispute us. We’re the king’s chosen Companions, empowered to act in his name.”

“Then the worst you may do me is banishment,” growled Tek. “You have heard that sentence from the mouth of Korr himself!”

Halted now, the older Companion shifted from hoof to hoof, tail switching one flank, clearly in a quandary. His eyes flicked from his fellow to Tek. Angrily, the younger stallion champed him.

“Coward! Are you afraid of a mare?”

“A wych,” he whispered. “A wych, you said.”

“The prince’s mate,” cried Tek. “Mother of his heir.”

“Are you not starving?” the spotted Companion demanded of his comrade. “Tell me how much forage we found today—scarcely a mouthful! Think of the feast we’ll be shown if we do this for the king….”

“Renegade! Lawbreaker,” shouted Tek. “All the herd will know.”

The older stallion sidled, still undecided.

His younger companion hissed, “Korr alone need know the truth of it. He’ll thank us for serving his interests and sparing him need of dealing publicly with the seducer and betrayer of his son. Are you with me? Then hie!”

Nipping his companion hard on the neck, he lunged toward the pied mare, his horn lowered. With a cry, Tek reared to fend him off. She had the advantage of slightly higher ground but knew her belly would make her slow. With a deft twist of the head, she caught and deflected the black skewer aimed squarely at her breast. Hard blows from both forehooves dashed its owner away. He stumbled upon the slippery, icy rock, skidding downhill.

His comrade, the dark blue, still cavaled uncertainly. Tek gauged him with a glance and decided he would not charge. Below, the younger stallion regained his footing and was lumbering up slope toward her again. She lunged, head down, forcing him to dodge—clumsily, because of the slope. Their horns clashed and grated. She grazed him along the neck and leaned into the thrust. Blood spattered. Ferociously, Tek parried his stabs, jabbing and slicing.

How long can I sustain such a pace?
she wondered wildly.
Summer last, sleek and well-fed, unburdened by pregnancy, I could have sparred all day and never lost my wind.

Already her breaths came painfully short, steaming white clouds on the air. Her assailant grunted and heaved, hard-pressed to hold his footing on the steep hillside, unable to fight his way up slope past her. Twice more her forehooves drove him back. Abruptly, he backed off, eyes blazing. Tek dared not follow, afraid to put his comrade behind her lest, despite his earlier hesitation, he move to attack at last. Panting, the pied mare held her ground.

All at once, the spotted stallion charged again and tried to bull his way past her. Head ducked, shouldering at her, he strove to knock her off her feet. Tek lunged, her forelegs bent, knees pressed against his heavy shoulder. Hind legs locked, he leaned uphill, fighting to keep from overbalancing. Desperately, the pied mare braced her own hocks and shoved with all her might.

She felt him topple. With a scream, he crashed onto his side, rolling and tumbling away down the ice-slicked slope. He managed to right himself—yet still he plunged, limbs folded, unable to slow his hurtling descent. At last, at the distant treeline, he slammed to a halt. Tek watched, full of wrath still, gasping for breath. She hoped all his limbs were broken. She hoped he never rose.

A snort and movement to one side of her made her whirl. The other’s comrade was coming forward. Hastily she scrambled back, readied herself for another clash—then realized he had no wish to engage her, only to peer over the steep slope’s edge to where his fellow now lay, struggling weakly. The older stallion stared a long moment at the writhing form far below before returning his gaze to Tek, his eyes glassy.

“Wych,” he whispered. “You truly are a wych! No mare in foal could overcome a stallion in full prime….”

She stood panting hoarsely, desperate for breath. Had she allowed him even a moment to consider, he surely would have seen how close to spent she was. She doubted herself capable of another such frenzied effort as had allowed her to overcome her first, rashly foolish assailant.

“Would you be the next?” she demanded. The blue stallion flinched. Her voice seemed thunderous. “Make but one move to harm the life I carry, and I’ll pitch you over the side as easily as I did your comrade.”

A faint whinny came from far down the slope, weak and strangled with pain. The blue glanced toward his injured companion, then warily back at Tek. The snowfall had become smotheringly heavy, the wind rising even higher and more fierce. Was it dusk yet? The pied mare shook her head, dizzy with panting. The afternoon had grown so dark she could not tell the hour. The dark blue unicorn glared at her, then with a champ of helpless fury, turned and started picking his way cautiously down the steep, slippery hillside toward the younger stallion below.