Wrath of a Mad God (22 page)

Tomas dropped his voice. “Castdanur is like many of the old spellweavers in Elvandar. He adheres to tradition, which can be a trap.” He glanced over. “I remember enough of my human heritage to recall when the elves’ sense of time seemed far more leisurely than good sense dictated. But in this case, it almost lost us something far too dear.”

“The Sun Elves?” asked Jommy.

“The Quor,” answered Tomas.

Kaspar introduced the Captain and the two youngsters to the dragon-rider, and Tomas said, “You’re Caleb’s fosterling.”

Jommy said, “In a manner of speaking. He and Marie welcomed me like another son.” He grinned. “They’re as good as people can be.”

Tomas returned the smile and the alien aspect of his heritage dropped away for a minute. “His father was like a brother to me when we were boys; he was my parents’ fosterling.” He looked
over at the gathering of elves and said, “I must stay for a while longer, to preside at the feast tonight.” He lowered his voice and said to Kaspar, “This is a far better situation for those who have come here today; they are the most restless among the glamredhel, and they have found kindred spirits among the anoredhel.”

Miranda came over and nodded to them. “Kaspar, Jommy.” Kaspar introduced his captain and Servan, and Miranda said, “Where’s Jim Dasher?”

Kaspar glanced around. “He vanishes like a mist in the morning sun. I have no idea.”

Tomas said, “He was very concerned over that enclave of creatures he saw up to the north. You don’t think he headed back that way to investigate?”

“I don’t know him that well—” Kaspar began.

“You know him better than anyone else here,” interrupted Miranda. “Do you think he’s out playing hero?”

Kaspar shook his head. “He’s a lot of things, but he’d never accept being called that. But he can be duty-bound, and that might be cause enough.”

Tomas looked around. “We’ve got a few hours of light left. It shouldn’t be too hard to pick up his trail if he’s heading in that direction.”

Jommy said, “I’m bored. I’ll go.”

“If what Jim said is close to accurate, you’ll need me along. Let me settle Lettie in here and then we’ll be off,” Miranda announced.

Servan and Captain Stefan volunteered as well, but Kaspar declined. “We’re going to be noisy enough with this lot along.” He looked to where Miranda was talking to the young female magician and said, “I have no idea what her woodcraft is like.”

Jommy grinned. “You don’t know her like I do. If those creatures hear her coming and are at all smart, they’ll clear out and head back to where they came from.”

Kaspar said, “Tomas, it might be better for all of us if you mentioned to Castdanur that we’re going to poke around up north. He and I have come to an…understanding, but trust is still a little thin.”

Tomas inclined his head in agreement and moved away.

“I thought you and the chief were thick as thieves,” said Jommy to Kaspar.

“Remember what Tomas said about elves’ sense of time being ‘leisurely’?”

“Yes.”

“For five hundred years they’ve only encountered brigands, pirates, smugglers, and every other stripe of outlaw up here. Their view of humanity is less than positive, you could say. It’s going to take a while before they’ll trust any of us, but”—he gestured at the animated conversations taking place among the various elves—“this will go a long way toward convincing them we can be trusted.”

Jommy recalled what he had heard about Kaspar since he had come to serve the Conclave and found it ironic that he should be talking about trust. Yet he had proven himself as a reliable agent since his return from exile.

Tomas returned with Miranda. “If we’re to find where Jim Dasher went, we should leave now.”

Kaspar shouldered a bow he had been using since Castdanur had let them hunt and said, “With you two”—he indicated Miranda and Tomas—“along I doubt I’ll need this, but I find it reassuring to have some sort of weapon.”

Jommy just patted the hilt of a large hunting knife at his belt as if to echo Kaspar’s sentiment.

Tomas waved a farewell to Ryath who, with a snap of its massive wings loud enough to sound like thunder, took to the sky. The elves watched silently as the massive creature vanished into the heavens.

They trotted out of the gate and followed the main trail to the southwest, then turned north, following a game path where obvious footprints had been left in the east. A quarter of a mile up the trail, Tomas pointed to a broken branch, still green and dripping sap. “He’s making it easy.”

Kaspar said, “Knowing Jim Dasher, he’s doing it intentionally.”

As the afternoon lengthened, they moved purposefully up the trail and after traveling for two hours they found another broken branch indicating that Jim had turned northeast, climbing
toward a gap in the ridgeline above. As they reached the lower lip of a plateau, they could see a figure kneeling behind sheltering rocks, observing something on the other side.

Crouching low, the four approached until Kaspar stood at Jim’s shoulder. Quietly, Jim Dasher said, “What took you so long?”

“Social niceties,” said Kaspar.

Tomas slowly drew his sword. “Where are they?”

“Just over this rise,” said Jim. “They appear to be resting. From what I’ve seen, they are most active at sundown, then are awake all night.” He glanced at the sun, low in the western sky.

“They’ll start whatever they’re going to do, hunt or feast, in about an hour.”

“Castdanur says these wolf-riders suck life from bodies.”

“Eat them, too, from what I saw,” whispered Jim.

Tomas inched past Jim. Then the other four saw him rise up without hesitation and charge. “Stay here!” he shouted.

“Well,” said Jim, “I guess that means the sneaky quiet part is over.”

Miranda hurried past the three men. Jim looked at Jommy and Kaspar and said, “I guess that means the ‘stay here’ part of things is over, too.” He stood up, drew his two belt knives, and started after Miranda.

Kaspar reached out, grabbed Jim Dasher by the collar, and pulled him backward, almost yanking him off his feet.

“What?”

“I don’t worry about her,” Kaspar said. “But when a man who can command dragons tells me to wait, I’m inclined to wait.”

Jim looked at Jommy, whose expression indicated that he couldn’t believe Jim had even thought about going up there after Tomas had told him to wait.

Tomas strode into the clearing and saw the first creature. It was one of the large “wolves” lying across the threshold of a hut and as soon as it saw Tomas it leaped to its feet, took a bounding jump and with a ghostly howl attacked him. Tomas’s golden blade arced through the air and when it struck the creature there was an explosion of sparks, energy so bright that Jim, Kaspar,
and Jommy were forced to look away. A smoking gash where the blade struck erupted into tiny flames of silver and the creature staggered, then fell over on its side. With a gasp it went limp, then suddenly its entire form was engulfed in silver flames.

The commotion caused the humanlike “riders,” and their creatures to erupt from the huts. Tomas lay about him with his sword, his speed and power astonishing. Miranda stood with hands outstretched and lances of dazzling blue energy skewered any creature that attacked her. Where her spells struck, the creatures were thrown backward, crashing into the huts or sliding across the ground.

The howl of rage and pain was the strangest sound any of the three onlookers had ever heard, a distant empty hooting and grunting that echoed as if from the depths of some distant canyon. Miranda changed her attack and a booming sphere of white light exploded from around her. It passed through Tomas with apparently no ill effect, but when it struck any of the dark and smoky forms, they fell writhing and their echoing cries grew louder.

Tomas moved with stunning speed, wheeling his sword to left and right, and each time he struck a creature fell. With no defense due to Miranda’s spell, the remaining creatures fell to him as if he were a farmer scything down wheat.

He moved to the stone cage where the Void-darters were thrashing around, trying to batter their way to freedom. “Miranda, can you destroy those things without opening the door?”

“What kills them?”

He held out his blade. “This contains magic which was ancient before man came to this world. As long as I have held it, I do not know exactly what went into its fashioning. But those things are feeders on life and so is this blade.”

Miranda said, “I think I know something I can try.” She waved her hands in a quick, intricate pattern, and a pulsing globe of purple light sprang into being before her. With a wave of her hand she sent it crashing into the cage and as soon as it touched the creatures they began to thrash about even more violently. Still they did not die.

Miranda tried another approach and a wash of fire appeared
from the palms of her outstretched hands. The flames burned bright orange and when they struck, the creatures seemed to go rigid and fall to the ground. Tomas instantly threw up the latch, opened the door, and was in the cage slashing with his sword until every darter was nothing more than smoking black char.

Miranda said, “Those things are very hard to kill.”

Jommy, Kaspar, and Jim came to stand next to Tomas. Kaspar had been given a vision of the Dasati world by the god Kalkin and had been the one to carry the warning of the Dasati incursion into Midkemia to the Conclave, but even he had never seen their like before. He said as much. “Are they some sort of Dasati I don’t recognize?”

Miranda said, “They’re nothing like the Deathpriests.”

Tomas looked grim. “They are not of the Dasati.” He looked deeply troubled. “They are worse, far worse.”

Jim looked at Kaspar and Jommy. “Worse?”

“There is a crack in the face of reality, a tear in the universe, and what you see here is seepage from the Void. That is why the huts and fire are so alien. This place is now an anchor for that rift. More of those things can find their way here unless we—” He looked completely around, and then asked Miranda, “Can you destroy everything here?”

“Everything?” she asked.

“To the soil beneath our feet, to a depth of”—he calculated—

“twenty feet. Everything. There must be nothing but a large hole in the ground here when you’ve finished.”

Moving away from the center of the village, Miranda said, “Blowing things up was more Magnus’s predilection when he was young, but if you just want things destroyed, I can do it.” To the four men she said, “You’d better move down the trail.”

They did as she requested and after a moment they saw her climb onto a low boulder, affording her a view of the village. She began a long and complicated enchantment and suddenly the ground beneath their feet shook and the trees nearby swayed. It felt as if a massive earthquake had been unleashed. But rather than rolling, it became a series of sharp shifts, as if someone were shaking the ground by hand in staccato jerks.
Then a low sound, not the usual rumbling of an earthquake but rather a deep, grinding howl, started and grew in intensity. When it reached a volume that caused Jommy, Kaspar, and Jim to cover their ears, a deafening eruption blew a massive tower of earth, rock, and trees into the sky. It was as if a pair of vast, invisible hands had scooped up the soil beneath the village and everything on it, ground it all into dust and rocks and tossed the mass high into the sky.

Miranda hurried down to the four men and said, “We should get down the trail quickly. It’s about to start raining rocks.”

The five of them ran down the trail, and as she had predicted, a pelting fall of stones and soil began to rain over them. Fortunately, they were near the edge of it when it began and quickly left the cascade of earth and rocks behind them.

Tomas said, “Without any aspect of their realm here, it may take them some time to rediscover a way back here.”

“Who?” asked Miranda. “What were those creatures?”

Tomas halted. “Whatever else may be occurring with your mad magician,” he said to Miranda, “or with the coming war with the Dasati,” he said to everyone, “nothing is as dangerous as what we have just encountered.”

“What were those creatures?” Miranda repeated, this time her tone more emphatic.

“Children of the Void. When Jim first told me of them, I did not realize what manner of creature was here. I thought a lesser specter or a wraith, perhaps even a lesser manifestation of the dark agents. But those beings were Dreadlings, minor Dread, but Dread nevertheless. The things they ride have no name I know, though the Valheru called them ‘dreadmounts.’ The flying creatures are also nameless, but like hawks and falcons, they are raptors who flush ‘game’ for the Dread.”

“The elves called them Void-darters,” said Kaspar.

“As good a name as any,” said Tomas. “They are dangerous, but nothing like those they serve, the Dread.”

“What are the Dread?” asked Jommy as Tomas turned and ran down the hillside.

“Beings so alien they make the Dasati seem like brothers to
humanity. They are drinkers of life and stealers of souls, and they have somehow found their way into our realm.”

Hurrying to keep up with the human-turned–Dragon Lord, Kaspar shouted, “Could this be part of the Dasati plot?”

“No!” answered Tomas emphatically. “This is something far more dire.” He stopped and turned to Miranda. “Whoever you have whom you trust, magician or priest, call a convocation of the most powerful, and I will come to you in three days. I must return to Elvandar and speak with the oldest spellweavers and lorekeepers. Castdanur had no idea who these creatures were and that shows how far the anoredhel have fallen. They have elders, but no lorekeepers.” He shook his head in frustration. “I must also speak with the Quor.”

“Who are the Quor?” demanded Kaspar and Miranda at almost the same instant.

Tomas kept walking as he spoke. “They are the heart of Midkemia, beings ancient and benign. Even the Valheru left them untroubled, for they knew the Quor were linked inexplicably to the very center of all life here. Should they perish, it is said in legend that the world would perish with them.”

They stopped and looked at one another.