'There's only one thing you have to understand, Ren. If you fight with The Raven, you do it our way. Our way works. You do not break the line ever because that causes people to die. Am I getting through?'
Ilkar watched Ren react. Saw her stubborn folded-armed stance and the sullen expression on her face.
'I did what I thought was right,' said Ren.
'And it could have killed us all,' returned Hirad. 'What if the apron had been trapped? Or there were fifty enemies in the trees? What then, eh?'
'I just-'
'Ren.' Hirad lowered his voice a little though the passion remained. 'No one is doubting your skill or your desire. But the reason The Raven are still alive and still the best is because we trust each other and we can rely on each other. Utterly. If I don't trust you and I can't rely on you to be where you should be, it means I won't die for you. And then I can't fight with you. That's The Raven's way.'
Ren was silent. There really wasn't much to say after that. The eyes of them all were upon her. Her gaze flicked towards Ilkar.
'Doesn't matter who shares your bed, either,' said Hirad. 'He agrees with me, I can assure you of that. Erienne and Denser understand. In battle, there are no favourites, there's just dead and alive. And we do things our way because it's the right way. Either deal with it or go away. That's the choice.'
'Are you going to stand there and let him talk to me like this?' Ren demanded of Ilkar.
'I never stop people when they're right,' said Ilkar. He shrugged. 'It's something you had to hear.'
Ren's expression told him the debate was far from over but she backed away from Hirad nonetheless.
'What was all that about?' asked Rebraal, who had been looking on with a carefully neutral expression. 'I didn't catch too much of it.'
Ilkar smiled. 'Call it administrative guidance. Come on, we've got things to discuss.'
With Ilkar translating where necessary, The Raven got to work.
'What's the story up to now?' asked Hirad.
'Apologies if I'm repeating any of this for any of you,' said Ilkar. 'The temple was attacked by a force of around one hundred and thirty strangers. Probably a hundred were killed but enough survived to take the temple. The TaiGethen cleared the temple three days ago but at least five groups got away carrying writings and, more crucially, the thumb from the statue of Yniss. The TaiGethen and the ClawBound are hunting the escapees.'
'Is that it?' asked Hirad.
'So far.'
'It's not enough,' said The Unknown instantly. 'How many people are in each group? How many mages are there with them and where are they headed?'
'Very little is certain, but it looks odds-on that they're heading for the Shorth Estuary to take ship.'
'Then that's where we have to get to, and very quickly by the sound of it,' said The Unknown. 'I mean, if regaining all these things is so important, then we can't risk one of those bastards getting away. Not one. And chasing them through the forest, that's exactly what you're risking.'
'The TaiGethen have the skill. They will catch them,' said Rebraal.
'You can't take that chance,' said The Unknown. 'Believe me. Look, your TaiGethen can chase if that's what they want. But we have to get to the estuary. If a hundred and thirty came here to attack, you could be looking at a similar number held in reserve. We have to put ourselves between them and the runners. Close off their escape. That way, we can catch them. All of them. After all, they've nowhere else to go. The TaiGethen risk driving them into the hands of their helpers, don't you see?'
Rebraal did see. It was clear in the relaxation of his expression. 'What should we do?'
'Get there and get there fast,' said The Unknown. 'But be mindful the enemy reserve could be in the forest, not just confined to their ships. You need the TaiGethen and any other forces in the forest to try and slow up the runners. Catch and kill them if they can but not spook them into a dash because they might just make it. Now I'm praying you've got boats nearby because we need to be on them as soon as we can, with as many of your people as you can spare from here.'
Rebraal bit his lip. He could see the sense but his mistrust ran deep.
'You've got to make your people understand,' said Ilkar, dropping back into elvish. 'We want to help. Not just to save the elves but because Balaia needs mages freed so we can rebuild Julatsa for the future. You must trust us. You must.'
Roars of big cats, growing in volume, echoed through the forest, punctuated by growls, whines and almost dog-like barks. The Raven surged to their feet, spinning to find the source of the noise as two throats took up the calls from very close by. Across the apron and around the temple all work ceased. The Al-Arynaar, calm, stood listening and waiting as the sounds reverberated all around them, as did Thraun, that smile as if he understood on his lips. The calls cycled over and over before dying away, leaving a few moments of silence before the rainforest creatures rediscovered their collective voice.
Almost immediately a ClawBound pair emerged from the forest at their left. The panther trotted straight into the temple while its elven partner scanned the faces before him, passing briefly over The Raven, nodding at Thraun, before settling on Rebraal. He walked over to the Al-Arynaar leader and the two elves walked alone, talking quietly. As they did, the panther, muzzle soaked in water, walked from the temple and came to stand by The Raven - not threatening, just looking, gauging.
Ilkar couldn't help but be taken by the beauty of the animal and the power it represented. Like every elf, he had been taught total respect for both the ClawBound and TaiGethen elves but panthers held an almost mystical position in elven lore. Even so, he found himself moving slowly backwards into the protective crescent The Raven warriors had automatically taken up.
'She won't attack,' he said, as much for himself as for any who could hear him.
'She's beautiful,' said Erienne.
Thraun knelt by the panther, his hands rubbing her flanks, her head nuzzling into the shapechanger's chest, rocking him on his heels.
'Big teeth,' remarked Hirad. 'Thraun's got a knack, I'll give him that. Still, never mind that, I wonder what they're talking about?'
Attention moved to Rebraal and the ClawBound elf. The two had stopped. Rebraal was nodding. He bowed his head to the elf and walked quickly back over to The Raven, his hand trailing over the panther's back. She looked at him and licked his hand before rejoining her partner. Rebraal was smiling. Ilkar translated.
'It would appear the TaiGethen share our conclusion, so it's time to move. But remember, we're here under sufferance. We aren't welcome and our actions have to be careful and considered. Any perceived threat will put us with the strangers, whoever they are.'
'And you've got to wonder who, haven't you?' said Denser.
'We'll find out soon enough,' said Hirad.
Chapter 30.
Auum led Duele and Evunn along a shallow stream bed into which a run of low waterfalls fed when the rains were at their height. The stream led through a series of gullies, and the crags and rock faces either side were slick with algae and moss. A heavy smell of damp hung in the air and birds circled ceaselessly, looking for stranded fish in the pools, which cut off quickly when the rains ceased.
The stream, which flowed eventually into the Shorth, made travel easy, and the Tai moved quickly, keeping up a run for hours on end, bows slung across backs, boots slapping down on the wet rock. Auum felt an exhilaration through him as he ran. He could feel his hair flowing out behind him, his heart beating hard and fast, his legs pumping, his arms the perfect balance. Even though the harmony all around him was torn and bleeding, he could sense the energy of the forest and the sounds of Tual's denizens filled him with hope and belief.
Trotting round a gentle left-hand bend, leaping a deep pool and splashing down into the ankle-deep water on a fine silt bed, Auum saw two from another Tai cell ahead. He recognised them instantly. Marack, the leader, stood over the seated form of Nokhe. Both her hands were on Nokhe's shoulders and she was speaking to him, or was she praying?
Auum spread his arms and his Tai slowed to a stop by their colleagues. As they did, Marack looked up, her face a picture of anguish. Auum's exhilaration drained from him and shifted his gaze to Nokhe. The chest of the TaiGethen's shirt was covered in a fine mist of blood.
'Yniss save us,' he gasped, dropping to his knees in front of the stricken elf. 'Nokhe.'
'It is the Sorrow,' said Marack, her voice quiet, robbed of its usual confidence.
'When did it start?' asked Auum.
'At dawn today,' said Nokhe, his breathing rasping painfully through ravaged lungs. 'It is a pain like no other, Auum. I'm dying and there is nothing you or Yniss can do.'
'I will do all that I can,' said Auum, fighting the urge to scream his frustration at Yniss and his hatred of the strangers. 'I will pray for you and all those afflicted. This is a test of our faith and I will not fail it.'
Nokhe's smile was bloody. 'Just find the desecrators. And their masters. Before the TaiGethen are gone and our people left defenceless. '
'Walk with me in the forest,' said Auum.
'I can sense all I need from here,' said Nokhe, his breath hissing suddenly, his face lined and his colour drained and weak. 'I cannot stand for now. My stomach is shivered and the pain is too much. I am so glad it is you I see with my last clear sight. You and Marack.'
Auum looked up at Marack. 'And Hohan. Collecting herbs for the pain?'
Marack shook her head and her face fell still further. 'He is not coming back,' she whispered. 'The Sorrow took him yesterday. He is giving himself to the forest while he still has the strength.'
Auum rocked back on his heels, stunned. Only now did he take in that TaiGethen would also die. No one was safe, not even Yniss's most faithful servants.
'And you, my brother?' asked Auum.
'I do not wish to die alone as Hohan,' said Nokhe. 'When the pain passes, I will walk the forest a final time with Marack. Soon, I hope.' His acceptance of his fate could not mask his fear.
'And I will also be at your side.'
'No, Auum. Only Marack may see me die. You must remember me in life.'
Auum nodded and leaned forward. He cupped the back of Nokhe's head in his hands and kissed his forehead, cheeks and finally, tenderly, his lips. 'May Tual choose you as her champion in paradise.'
He stood and turned to Marack. 'Strength,' he said. 'When you have walked alone and the contemplation is done, join us. I fear many Tai will be shorn of numbers.'
Auum signalled his Tai. Duele and Evunn paid their respects to Nokhe, exhorting Shorth to speed his passage to the heart of Yniss. But before they began to run again, Auum drew them close.
'If you should be taken by the Sorrow, I will not hesitate to escort you into the embrace of the forest. And you will do the same for me. Now come, we have work to do.'
Yron and Erys supported Ben-Foran between them now but it scarcely made travel any quicker or easier. Moving away from the bank of the Shorth for the time being to avoid being seen from the other side, they had found no respite deeper in the forest. The lianas hung everywhere. Huge spiders' webs drifted in any clear space and the trees were so close-packed they had to back up and change direction constantly.
With every pace Yron feared the sound of a jaqrui, its ghostly wailing as it scythed towards his back or his head. Erys's arrival had surely exhausted their luck and came close to the miracle for which he'd been hoping, but the death of the ClawBound pair, when it was discovered, would intensify the hunt. And they were still two days from the estuary and - he hoped - the welcoming embrace of the reserve force and the ship back to Balaia.
He still hadn't let himself believe they would make it because he was sure it would dull his focus. And with the TaiGethen after them, that was something he could not afford. Yet slung between him and Erys was a man whose cries would surely attract the hunters. Ben-Foran's legs were festering. The bandages were mostly torn off now, exposing his terrible wounds to the elements and a new host of remorseless insects and burrowing worms.
How the boy was still alive was beyond him. Erys had intimated the same and had expended what little there was left of his mana stamina trying to numb the pain and fight the infection. But there was so much damage and he was already exhausted. Yron was grateful he had the strength to support some of Ben's weight.
They'd walked without stopping for more than an occasional short breather until well into the afternoon. Ben had drifted in and out of consciousness but had kept up his questions and talk whenever he was alert. But thirst had overcome them and Yron had boiled water and herbs together for them all, scraping guarana into the mixture to disguise its unpalatable texture and taste.
Following the inevitable rainfall, they'd continued, and now the sun was waning in the sky as the clouds gathered for another soaking. Like them all, Yron suspected, he had come to almost welcome it.
'Do they do anything else, the TaiGethen?' asked Ben suddenly.
Yron hadn't realised the boy had regained consciousness and he laughed.
'Mind still going, is it, son?' he said.
'About the only thing that is, sir.'
'Anything else than what?' Erys joined the conversation.
There'd been a lengthy and deepening silence between them all and the sound of their own voices lifted their spirits from the pit into which they had fallen.
'Well, I don't know. Looking after the temple and the forest, I suppose,' said Ben.
'No, they don't. And actually they don't look after the temple directly. That's the elves we fought, the Al-Arynaar. They are the keepers. They rotate their duties and live in villages much of the time. The TaiGethen never leave the forest. Not ever.'
'So what do they do?' asked Ben.
'Well, besides the obvious it's actually rather hard to explain. They have a complex set of beliefs built around the harmony of the forest, the earth, the sky and magic. The TaiGethen are effectively the most zealous priests of the religion and they spend their lives dedicated to maintaining that harmony. Whatever it takes. Hunting people like us they believe have wronged them, monitoring animal populations, keeping tabs on elven settlements and logging. That sort of thing.'
'Like a city guard,' said Erys. 'But in the forest, if you see what I mean.'
'Hardly,' said Yron. 'That's like saying - I don't know - that Protectors are like city militia, only better trained. The TaiGethen have tracking and hunting skills like you wouldn't believe. Or maybe you would, Erys. They are silent, they're impossibly quick and you never see them until they're about to kill you. They don't want pay or glory. Bloody hell, they make Protectors look clumsy and slow, that's how good they are.'
There was a contemplative silence. They walked on, skirting a particularly thick web in which a huge spider was wrapping up its latest catch, and ducking under the moving branches of a balsa tree. Above them, a young python watched, too small to consider them likely prey. The air was getting heavier as rain neared.
'And you think we can make the ship?' asked Ben yet again.
'If our luck holds,' replied Yron, same as always. 'I know what you're saying, but they really are that good. There just aren't very many of them in relation to the size of the forest.'
'Will they chase us across the sea, do you think?' asked Erys. 'Gods, I want this to be over when we get on board.'
Yron shook his head. 'Not them. We've only taken a few papers, when all's said and done. It's a crime, but when we're out of the forest the harmony can be restored. No, we'll get delegations from the Al-Arynaar and probably the race elders.' Yron chuckled. 'Don't worry, Erys; you won't have to spend every day looking over your shoulder.'
Another silence but it had a clearer quality to it. Yron might have scared them with his description of the TaiGethen, but the thought of the safety of the ships was a spur to the mind and body, and for a few hundred yards the forest didn't seem so dense. And then the rain came, and the world closed in again.
With over a dozen Al-Arynaar staying at Aryndeneth, there was plenty of room in the boats at the moorings two hours east of the temple on the River Shorth. Word was that more Al-Arynaar were coming from all directions. They would be sent immediately downstream to the estuary, or towards Ysundeneth along the Ix in case any of the strangers broke that way. Hirad thought the latter unlikely, given they'd have very little knowledge of anything other than their original route, but it kept the net tight.
Four of the shallow elven craft began the race to the Shorth Estuary, which cut into the north coast of Calaius perhaps three days' sail east of Ysundeneth. The Shorth was one of the three principal rivers draining the rainforest, but unlike the Ix and the Orra none of its feeder streams connected with its sisters. Three boats carried a dozen elves each and one The Raven and Rebraal, who was none too pleased to be forced to travel with the humans despite their grudging truce.
Hirad found it all a little comical if irritating. The Raven were shunned almost completely - tolerated only because Ilkar was Rebraal's brother - and assumed to be inferior. It was also clear that Ilkar and Ren were somehow lessened by their association with the humans. That The Raven might actually be able to help the elves hadn't occurred to them at all as far as he could see.
'Don't let it get to you,' said The Unknown, seeing Hirad scowl across at the nearest boat full of Al-Arynaar.
'We're ready to fight a battle for them,' said Hirad. 'We won't get paid although we might get hurt and they're treating us like shit. Sorry, but it is getting to me.'
'They can't discard centuries of prejudice just like that,' said Ilkar from further forward, beneath the billowing sail. There was no need to row just yet, the breeze angling across the Shorth driving them at a good speed on the back of the prevailing current. 'Particularly with what's just happened to them.'
'But we aren't anything to do with the temple raiders,' said Hirad. 'Do they assume all elves are the same? Is it so difficult for them to understand people can be different from one another? Gods, Ilkar, but if you weren't an elf I wouldn't be putting up with this.'
'So do it for Ilkar alone,' said The Unknown.
'I am,' said Hirad. 'And Ren. And any elf I know that's still alive back on Balaia. I would just like some recognition from this ungrateful bunch that we're on their side and trying to help. Not too much to ask.'
'They aren't like us,' said Denser. 'You just have to accept that.'
'That doesn't make it all right, Denser.' Hirad looked along the bench to where the Xeteskian sat with Erienne in his arms. 'I'm not like them. Don't see me being a tosser do you?'