Wintercraft (33 page)
Half of the crowd cheered again, thinking that Da’ru’s speech was all part of the festivities, while the other half stayed quiet.
‘Twelve years ago, I witnessed Silas’s death. And, using knowledge passed down to me by our ancestors themselves, I changed his fate. I reached out to his spirit and returned it to our world.’
That was a lie. Kate watched Silas, waiting for him to say something.
‘Many of you may not believe me. But here, tonight, I shall prove it.’ Da’ru signalled to Tom, who ran along to the rear black carriage and opened its door. ‘You are all gathered here to see proof of life enduring beyond death. Proof which I, and the rest of the High Council, fully intend to provide.’
Two wardens stepped out of the carriage carrying someone awkwardly between them: someone slung in a blanket with a bloodied leg swinging out over the side.
‘This prisoner is a traitor,’ said Da’ru. ‘He has been found guilty of theft and of conspiracy against the High Council. For that, he deserves death. All traitors must face their executioner and this man shall be no different. But tonight, I intend to show mercy to this criminal. I have restored life to the dead once before and, once his rightful sentence has been carried out, to prove Albion’s strength beyond any doubt, I shall do it again.’
The crowd chanted together as the wardens rolled the prisoner out of the blanket and on to the table. ‘Traitor. Traitor. Traitor.’
His wrists were bound and he wriggled painfully as the wardens tied him down, leaving him powerless to do anything except look nervously around at the people surrounding him.
‘Artemis,’ whispered Kate.
Da’ru was already cleaning the crow’s blood from her blade. ‘Prepare him,’ she said.
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Blood
Kate tried to run to Artemis but Silas kept her chain held tight. She was about to shout at him to let her go, when Silas’s eyes met hers and he glanced at the floor.
Kate looked down. The ground she was standing on was carved with thousands of tiny symbols, some of them so small that they looked like little scratches in the stone, all written in the same language she had seen on the floor of the museum. Together they made up a circle far bigger than the one she had seen there, and this one was not just surrounded by a ring of symbols, it was covered with them. The four staircases leading up from it matched the points of a compass perfectly and Kate was willing to guess that the upper level had its own row of smaller symbols running around its edge, just like the ones that she had seen around the museum’s hall.
Silas nodded to her secretly.
They were standing in the heart of an enormous listening circle.
The crowd were still chanting ominously. If any of them were against the idea of a public execution on a day meant for celebrating the dead, none of them spoke up. A few people were trying to slip quietly towards the tunnels, but the doors were locked and wardens stood guard, refusing to let them out. Da’ru clearly wanted witnesses to what she was about to do, whether they wanted to witness it or not.
Artemis struggled against the guards as they tied him tightly to the table. Da’ru opened
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and an icy wind swept around the circle as she began opening it to the veil. The carved symbols closest to her feet began to flicker and glow, the horses harnessed to the carriages whinnied and stamped, and blue light spread out across the ground, flooding the circle and creeping steadily up the staircases, parting the crowds as it went.
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and an icy wind swept around the circle as she began opening it to the veil. The carved symbols closest to her feet began to flicker and glow, the horses harnessed to the carriages whinnied and stamped, and blue light spread out across the ground, flooding the circle and creeping steadily up the staircases, parting the crowds as it went.
Then Kate had a terrifying thought.
She, Silas, Da’ru, Artemis, the wardens and the councilmen were all inside the central circle, a place of protection. If this circle behaved in the same way as the one in the museum, in a few moments the entire city square would shift into the half-life and the mist of the veil would spread around the galleries, exposing hundreds of living people to a place they were not meant to see. Every one of their souls would be vulnerable to the pull of the half-life, and Edgar was nowhere to be seen.
‘This circle will not open fully for Da’ru,’ said Silas, speaking quietly beside her. ‘This is the oldest and most powerful listening circle in Albion, capable of channelling many thousands of souls. Da’ru does not have the ability to command it herself. She will need you to complete it.’
‘But, those people …’
‘Are about to see what the Night of Souls is truly about,’ said Silas. ‘Do what Da’ru says, and leave the rest to me.’
‘You, girl,’ said Da’ru. ‘Here.’
Silas allowed Kate enough loose chain for her to walk over to the councilwoman, who was standing beside Artemis with her glass dagger by her side.
‘I am told this man means something to you,’ she said. ‘If you want me to restore his life, you will do exactly as I say. If all goes well,
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will confer upon him a life free from injury and death. He will be the first of many soldiers and will serve Albion faithfully, as every man and woman should. If you choose to do nothing, his death will be permanent and you will never see him again. Do you understand?’
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will confer upon him a life free from injury and death. He will be the first of many soldiers and will serve Albion faithfully, as every man and woman should. If you choose to do nothing, his death will be permanent and you will never see him again. Do you understand?’
One of the wardens had tied a cloth gag over Artemis’s mouth but he tried to shout through it, glaring at Kate and shaking his head.
‘Answer!’
Kate did not want to watch Artemis die, but she could not let his spirit be torn apart, cursing him to live a life of pain at the hands of the High Council. Even death would be better than that. She looked away from him as she made her choice. Silas had a plan. She had to trust him to do his part. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I understand.’
Da’ru clasped hold of Kate’s hand. ‘A wise decision,’ she said quietly. ‘Together, the two of us are about to create history.’
Kate felt Da’ru’s energies connect with her own. It was a sickening feeling that began at her fingertips and felt as if spiders were crawling inside her, burrowing beneath her skin. She let it happen, allowing the cold grip of the veil to creep over her as the mist descended and moonlight streamed down across the square. Da’ru’s eyes were bloodshot, her body quickly becoming exhausted by the effort of opening the circle, but Kate found it easy this time. She knew what to expect, she knew what she had to do and when the blue light blazed into silver across the square, she and Silas were the only ones who did not close their eyes.
The blaze of energy surged into the crowd, slamming them all back in their seats. The high walls of the surrounding buildings absorbed the greater force of it, shuddering in their foundations as the energy of the circle took hold, the light sank back slowly into the symbols on the ground and the air filled with blue. Nervous talk spread around the galleries as the mist settled. And then, from a shadowy place high above the crowd, the shades rushed in.
There were many more there than Kate had seen before. Thousands of them, travelling through the mist, all moving together as one. The bonfire crackled and died in a cough of black smoke and every candle in the galleries blew out at once. The crowd did not know what to do and most just sat there, transfixed by the eerie sight of the spirits swirling around them.
Da’ru smiled in triumph, laid
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open on the table and held her dagger high above Artemis’s chest, shouting out so everyone around her could hear. ‘With the blood of a traitor,’ she cried, “I shall conquer death!’
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open on the table and held her dagger high above Artemis’s chest, shouting out so everyone around her could hear. ‘With the blood of a traitor,’ she cried, “I shall conquer death!’
Kate felt movement behind her and saw a flash of blue as Silas drew his blade and swept its edge up against Da’ru’s neck. He held it there, perfectly still, savouring the look of surprise on her face.
‘You will not do anything here tonight,’ he said. ‘The girl has already told you your fate. You should have listened to her, Da’ru.’
The wardens swarmed around Silas, then they hesitated, caught between their duty to the councilwoman and their fear of the man standing before them. Da’ru signalled to them to stand back, then lowered her dagger and pressed her throat up against the sword, deliberately making a tiny thread of blood appear on her skin.
‘You cannot harm me, Silas,’ she said smoothly. ‘You have just made a very grave mistake.’
Silas turned to Kate, his face fierce and cold as the wardens backed away. ‘Kate,’ he said, throwing a tiny key towards her. ‘Unlock your chain. Take the book.’
Kate freed herself quickly and snatched
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from the table beside Artemis.
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from the table beside Artemis.
‘As you can see,’ Silas said to Da’ru, ‘our situation has changed.’
‘You will rot in the darkest cell for this,’ said Da’ru, her face seared with anger at his betrayal. ‘When I am finished here, history will remember me as Albion’s greatest protector. But you? You are nothing, Silas. Even death does not want you. I could have used
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to give you peace, but I shall make you suffer for what you have done.’
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to give you peace, but I shall make you suffer for what you have done.’
‘More lies,’ said Silas. ‘Your words mean nothing to me. They are poison. Venom. You have used them as weapons against me for too long, Da’ru. I know the truth. I know what you have done. Your words are worthless. Just like you.’
‘Seize the girl!’ Da’ru shouted to her guards. ‘Seize her and take this traitor away!’
Faced with a direct order, the wardens had no choice but to obey.
Four of them rounded the table at once, heading straight for Kate; she ducked beneath the slab of stone, crawling quickly over to the other side. Artemis tried to squirm free to help her, but he was bound fast. When another warden blocked Kate’s escape, Silas snatched Da’ru’s dagger and ended the man’s life with one perfect throw to the heart. The warden was dead before he touched the ground. Kate stared at the body for a moment, then clutched
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to her chest and pushed past him. More wardens were closing in.
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to her chest and pushed past him. More wardens were closing in.
Any doubts the wardens had about attacking Silas vanished completely with the death of their first man. They fell upon Silas like ants. His sword flashed and swung. Bodies fell and Da’ru backed away, untouched by it all, her eyes set firmly on Kate.
People in the galleries shouted and screamed at the sight of a battle being fought below them. Some were cheering for Silas, others were backing the wardens, but most of them had left their seats and were busy fighting their way to the exits. Some tripped on the steps and no one stopped to help them up. All any of them could care about was escape. The four upper doors being guarded by wardens were swiftly overrun, but they were all sealed fast by the circle’s outer boundary. The doors would not open. No one could get out.
A wave of panic rolled like thunder across the crowd and Kate ran towards the black carriages that were gathered together within the circle of protection. She ducked behind a pair of frightened horses and ran past five carriages lined up behind them, until a door swung open further down and a head of wild black hair leaned out.
‘Edgar?’
‘Quick!’ Edgar shouted, reaching out an arm to help her up. ‘Get in.’
Kate grabbed his hand and climbed inside. Tom was in there with them, huddled on one of the seats with his knees pulled up to his chest, trying to block out everything that was going on.
‘He’ll be OK,’ Edgar said quickly. ‘What about Artemis? What’s happening out there?’
The gruesome sounds of Silas’s battle carried into the carriage and Kate let the horror of what they were hearing speak for itself.
‘I have to close the circle,’ she said, opening
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and turning desperately through its pages. ‘There are wardens behind me. Da’ru too. I don’t have much time.’
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and turning desperately through its pages. ‘There are wardens behind me. Da’ru too. I don’t have much time.’
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