RuneScape: Return to Canifis (52 page)

Tie themselves on?
Pia shuddered again.

“It’s the only way,” Karnac said firmly. “We are so few now and we can’t evade our enemies much longer. We could perhaps last another six months at most.

“No,” he said again, as if to convince himself. “This is our only chance, and we need to leave as soon as we can. The ravenous have been growing in number recently, which would make any trek to the west impossible, and increases our danger here on a daily basis.” He exhaled suddenly. “But it is strange, for their master seems to be forcing them to the northwest, and they move with a purpose they’ve never shown before. No, flying out is our only option.”

Silence fell, and when no one had spoken for several long moments, some of the citizens of the plateau edged forward. Among them a young woman with a swollen belly, and behind her
a gaunt man who likely was the father of her unborn child.

“Can you tell us about the place you come from?” the woman asked, desperation and wonder mixing in her words. “Master Peregrim has told us much already, but we never tire of hearing the tales of such a realm.” The man was smiling inanely, and Pia noticed he was close to crying. For the briefest moment she thought he might be a simpleton.

Arisha spoke.

“I will tell you of Misthalin, and of the lands beyond the holy river,” she said. “Come, sit around the fire, and I will tell you of a line of Kings that goes back for more than a thousand years, of knights and castles, of deeds good and fair, of heroes and wizards.”

“She will tell a good story, I know it,” the pregnant woman said with a smile.

“My people tell many stories,” Arisha said. “We do not often write them down, so where I come from, to tell a story is a skill, and an important one among my kind. Now, let me begin with a very recent one, and a true tale as well. It begins in a storm, with a white castle and a beautiful girl who is found bearing dreadful wounds...”

Pia saw Doric smile, but the crowd listened intently to the priestess’s words, never once interrupting. After a short while, the dwarf stood and went with Lord Despaard and Master Peregrim to examine the balloon, and as Arisha continued, with the introduction of a young knight named Theodore, she felt her eyelids grow heavy and finally close.

She woke, cold, with Jack sleeping at her side. In front of her the fire had gone out. Someone had draped a blanket across them.

She sat up and grimaced as her muscles protested. Her ankles felt fragile, as if they might break, and her knees ached when she pulled her legs in closer to her body. Her back hurt, too.

How many miles did we walk on our journey? And was it yesterday or today?
Her belly ached with hunger, and she had trouble recalling the last time she had eaten.

She must have slept through the night. The sky above was dark, though across the horizon, to what she supposed must have been the east, a purple light painted the clouds.

This is the first time I have seen the sky through the gas of the swamps. At ground level, even the stars are hidden from the inhabitants of this realm.

She left Jack and walked stiffly to the rim of stone, ascending upon one of the wooden scaffolds. At the top she found Vanstrom, alone and silent, staring to the east. He sat in a shallow trench that was cut into the rock, a natural seat. Without asking, she took her place at his side.

“Do you think the balloon will work?” she said after a moment.

Vanstrom shook his head.

“I don’t know,” he said, sighing deeply. “I suggested that we build a boat instead. Easier by far. But Karnac and the others believe the swamp to be unnavigable. Perhaps he’s right. Regardless, the balloon nears completion, so soon we will know if it works. I pray that it does.”

She shivered suddenly, for up here the breeze ran unchecked.

“You are cold,” he said.

“I am not,” she countered.

“You must be. You wear rags for clothes and you fell asleep as the fire died. It was all I could do to find you and your brother a blanket.”

He held his arm out to her.

“Come. Sit closer. Together we can watch the sun rise. It will be warmer then, but not by much. Never in this land.”

Pia moved closer to him and leaned her head upon his chest.
She felt his heart beat within him. She sensed his arm move behind her and hold her tightly.

It was a feeling she never wanted to forget.

“I never thanked you for what you did for us in Canifis,” she said. “You kept us alive in that cage. I think I would have gone mad if you hadn’t been there. But you never told me why you were there in the first place.”

Vanstrom smiled grimly.

“We discussed it as you slept, Despaard, Karnac, Arisha and I. She is a good woman that one. Clever. But no, I was captured making my way back from Meiyerditch. We have friends there you see. Others like us who fight against our undead masters. I went back into the ghettoes at Karnac’s request to see if any had been left alive after we fled two years ago. Fortunately there were some. Not many, but enough.”

“Enough for what?”

Vanstrom sighed.

“The vampires who rule this realm are not like the ravenous. They are clever, their plans long-winded beyond the comprehension of any man. Often their methods will seem directly contrary to their aims, which makes it far harder for us to predict and counter them. But we do what we can.”

“So you fight against
him
?” she asked incredulously. “Even in my homeland we had tales of Lord Drakan.”

“He is the mightiest of their race,” Vanstrom agreed. “And the most mysterious by far. No one I know has ever seen him. But it is the Black Prince who most concerns us now. He is not Drakan, nor is he Drakan’s son, as we originally thought. But he is terrible, nonetheless. He can compel the very shadows to do his will, and it is against him that we currently wage our silent war. It is he, I believe, who commands the ravenous, but to what purpose we
don’t yet know. So that is what we search for, information and knowledge and anything else that can help our cause.”

“And what if you fly out? Will you fight from beyond the river?”

Vanstrom looked at her tenderly.

“I am not sure if I wish to go with them, Pia. Karnac wants to fly out soon, within only a few days. It has taken us a long time to repair the balloon and stitch the nets.”

Pia thought about what he had said.

And if he remains, what will I do?
After a moment, she spoke.

“Would you... would you think it mad of me if I said that I would like to remain here, too, if you don’t go?”

Vanstrom laughed. The sound was like claws thrust into Pia’s stomach.

“Now that is real madness,” he said. “Why would you wish for such a thing, girl?”

“There is nothing for me except death if I go back. I am accused of a murder I didn’t commit. At least here I have a chance—”

He shook her loose and stood quickly.

“There is no chance here, Pia. And think of your brother. There is no possibility of a long life, even an unhappy one!” Vanstrom was angry now. “Do you have any idea what the ghettoes are like in Meiyerditch? Do you? Parents have their children taken from them. People are rotated from one quarter to the next, like a field left to fallow, and the blood tithes must be met to feed our masters. No, Pia, there is
so much
you don’t know, and your wish to remain here is one made in ignorance.

“If they fly, you go. It is that simple.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob. Vanstrom ran his hand through his hair and growled.

“Please, Pia, don’t cry,” he said after a moment.

“If I go back, I die,” she said. “I know I will.”

He sat down by her side and once more put his arm around her.

“Look,” he said softly. “The sun is rising. Let us sit here together, upon this rock, and watch the dawn.”

Pia clutched Vanstrom tightly. The tears in her eyes blurred the pink horizon. Slowly, unstoppably, even by the evil of that land, the blood-red sun rose.

And somehow Pia felt safe.

It was full daylight when they descended to the plateau. Men were working furiously at the windlass, raising the lift as fast as they were able. Two others stood on an outcropping, their bows drawn, covering whoever was being brought up.

Vanstrom darted forward and craned his head over the edge.

“Who is it?” Pia heard him ask.

“It is Harold,” Karnac said. “He was supposed to wait near Canifis to watch our retreat. Whatever news has brought him here must be important indeed.”

The lift appeared beyond the edge. A single man was inside, looking utterly exhausted.

“It is the Vyrewatch,” Harold called as he stepped onto the plateau. “I have seen them. In Canifis. They took the prisoners and flew east with them.”

“How many prisoners?” Arisha asked, pushing herself forward.

“I couldn’t be sure, but at least six,” he said.

“Was there an old man among them, and a lanky one?” Despaard asked.

Harold shook his head.

“I don’t know. There was a woman with blonde hair, a man in white, and a man in a blue robe, but of the others I couldn’t tell.”

Kara definitely, perhaps Theodore, and the wizard who stood behind Arisha when she prayed with us.

“They were alive then?” Arisha said eagerly. “You know this?”

The man nodded.

“But only just, for the werewolves had covered the village with smoke. Had it gone on much longer, then they would have died. I think they were alive, for they were carried with care by their captors, two creatures carrying each prisoner.”

“But carried where?” Doric growled.

“Meiyerditch. It has to be,” Vanstrom answered. “But the question is surely a simple one. What will we do?”

“Do?” Harold muttered. “What
can
we do?”

“I will go after them,” Doric stated. “Alone if necessary.”

“It won’t be necessary,” Arisha said. “You know that, Doric.”

“This is insanity,” a listener spat. It was one of the men who had rescued them. “We have risked too much for you to go and get yourselves caught. And you know too much about our plans.”

“They will be dead by now, or as good as,” said another. “Besides, Meiyerditch is a vast place. Finding them would be an impossible task. Bringing them out from under Drakan’s eye even more so. You will only add yourselves to his tithes.”

“But this is to rescue Kara-Meir!” countered the man who had listened so closely to Arisha’s story. “We cannot abandon her. Nor the wizard!”

“Those are just stories—”

“True stories,” Doric hissed angrily. “She is famed across the river.”

“We should help her,” the listener said again. “She has risked so much for others.”

Did Arisha know that her stories would have this effect?
Pia wondered silently.

Karnac listened to the exchange without speaking, then he stepped to one of the caves, where a woman sat with a blindfold across her eyes.

“What say you, spirit woman?” Karnac asked. “It was on your advice that we attacked Canifis, to rescue Vanstrom, and you told us the embassy would be there. If it wasn’t for your powers to pull creatures from the spirit plane then our escape from Meiyerditch would have been impossible. What is your counsel now?”

The woman leaned on a thin stick, her back bent, her mouth toothless. With her other hand she caressed a simple necklace of odd-looking discs. Some were gold, others red and green and a few were blue. Pia had never seen their like before.

“Long ago I saw that outsiders would come to our aid,” the spirit woman said, her voice coarse. “Without them, we shall all perish. With them, some will live. But not all.”

A silence fell as everyone wrestled with their thoughts.

“So Drakan has Gar’rth now,” Arisha said softly. “But for what purpose?”

“Is it Lord Drakan?” Pia interrupted. “Or is it this Black Prince, perhaps?”

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Doric said. “I will go and discover their fate. I will need a guide however. Vanstrom?”

The bearded man nodded.

“As the spirit woman said, this is a time of miracles. This dwarf bested a werewolf hunter. No one here has ever seen that done before. So I will come with you.”

“I will come, as well,” Lord Despaard said. “I was leader of this ill-fated expedition. It isn’t right for me to remain behind.”

I will not be left here!

“Then I will come as well—”

“No, Pia,” Arisha said. “You will remain behind.” Vanstrom nodded.

“But I owe it to Kara.”

“Perhaps,” Vanstrom said, “but it would ease my fears if you
stayed here, Pia. And you must prepare, for when we return, we must flee this land.” He leaned down, his face a hand’s width from hers. She could feel his breath. “Please, Pia,” he said softly. “It would mean so much to me, knowing you were safe. And Jack needs you, too.”

“Very well,” she said reluctantly. “I will remain here.”

How could I have offered such, planning to leave Jack here?

They were talking now, among themselves, laying out times and routes and what to take with them, but to Pia it was a jumble of words with little sense. She found her way to Jack’s side and sat next to him.

“Will you speak to me little brother? Please?”

Jack looked at her blankly.

“No?”

She cursed angrily and turned away.

Suddenly, something grasped at her torn shirt. She turned to see Jack tugging at her gently, a strange smile on his face. Without a word he lay his head down on her lap, as he had done so many times in their flight from Kandarin.

He still needs me at least.

And that was a comforting thought.