as the others slept, Tenaka called Scaler to him and led him up the winding stair to the turret.
The storm had moved on to the south, and the stars were bright. Bats circled around the tower, dipping and wheeling, and the night wind was chilly as it swept down from the snow-clad Delnoch range.
“How are you faring, Arvan?” Tenaka asked Scaler as they sat beneath the battlements away from the wind.
Scaler shrugged. “A little out of place.”
“That will pass.”
“I am no warrior, Tenaka. When you tackled those soldiers, I just lay in the grass and watched. I froze!”
“No, you didn’t. Everything happened at once, and those of us standing just reacted more quickly. We are trained for it. Take the brothers: they moved to the only spot the soldiers would break for and stopped any survivors from escaping to bring help. I didn’t tell them to do it; they’re soldiers. Now, the whole skirmish lasted maybe two minutes. What could you have done?”
“I don’t know. Drawn my sword.
Helped!
”
“There will be time for that. What is the situation at Delnoch?”
“I don’t know. I left there five years ago, and before that I had spent ten years in Drenan.”
“Who rules?”
“No one of the House of Bronze. Orrin was poisoned, and Ceska put in his own man. His name is Matrax. Why do you ask?”
“My plans have changed.”
“In what way?”
“I was intending to assassinate Ceska.”
“And now?”
“Now I plan something even more foolish. I am going to raise an army and bring him down.”
“No army in the world can stand against the Joinings. Gods, man, even the Dragon failed—they didn’t even come close!”
“Nothing in life is easy, Arvan. But it’s what I am trained for. To lead an army. To bring death and destruction on my enemies. You heard Parsal and Galand; what they said was right. A man must stand against evil wherever he finds it and he must use all his talents. I’m not an assassin.”
“And where will you find this army?”
Tenaka smiled. “I need your help. You must take Delnoch.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly!”
“You want me to take a fortress single-handed? A fortress that has withstood two Nadir hordes? It’s insane!”
“You are of the House of Bronze. Use your head. There is a way.”
“If you have already thought of a plan, why don’t
you
do it?”
“I cannot. I am of the House of Ulric.”
“Why so cryptic? Tell me what to do.”
“No. You are a man, and I think you sell yourself short. We will stop in Skoda and see how the land lies. Then you and I will bring an army.”
Scaler’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.
“A Nadir army?” he whispered, blood draining from his face. “You would bring the
Nadir
?”
“Only if you can take Dros Delnoch!”
7
I n the dark of the library the abbot waited patiently, leaning forward on his desk, his fingers steepled and his eyes closed. His three companions sat opposite him, immobile, like living statues. The abbot opened his eyes and regarded them all:
Acuas, the strong one, compassionate and loyal.
Balan, the skeptic.
Katan, the true mystic.
All were traveling, their spirits entwined as they sought the Dark Templars and threw a veil of mind mist over the movements of Tenaka Khan and his companions.
Acuas returned first. He opened his eyes, rubbing his hands over his yellow beard; he seemed tired, drained.
“This is not easy, my lord,” he said. “The Dark Templars have great power.”
“As have we,” said the abbot. “Go on.”
“There are twenty of them. They were attacked in Skultik by a band of outlaws but slew them with arrogant ease. They are truly formidable warriors.”
“Yes. How close are they to the Torchbearer?”
“Less than a day. We cannot deceive them for much longer.”
“No. A few more days will be invaluable,” said the abbot. “Have they tried another night attack?”
“No, my lord, though I think it likely.”
“Rest now, Acuas. Fetch Toris
The storm had moved on to the south, and the stars were bright. Bats circled around the tower, dipping and wheeling, and the night wind was chilly as it swept down from the snow-clad Delnoch range.
“How are you faring, Arvan?” Tenaka asked Scaler as they sat beneath the battlements away from the wind.
Scaler shrugged. “A little out of place.”
“That will pass.”
“I am no warrior, Tenaka. When you tackled those soldiers, I just lay in the grass and watched. I froze!”
“No, you didn’t. Everything happened at once, and those of us standing just reacted more quickly. We are trained for it. Take the brothers: they moved to the only spot the soldiers would break for and stopped any survivors from escaping to bring help. I didn’t tell them to do it; they’re soldiers. Now, the whole skirmish lasted maybe two minutes. What could you have done?”
“I don’t know. Drawn my sword.
Helped!
”
“There will be time for that. What is the situation at Delnoch?”
“I don’t know. I left there five years ago, and before that I had spent ten years in Drenan.”
“Who rules?”
“No one of the House of Bronze. Orrin was poisoned, and Ceska put in his own man. His name is Matrax. Why do you ask?”
“My plans have changed.”
“In what way?”
“I was intending to assassinate Ceska.”
“And now?”
“Now I plan something even more foolish. I am going to raise an army and bring him down.”
“No army in the world can stand against the Joinings. Gods, man, even the Dragon failed—they didn’t even come close!”
“Nothing in life is easy, Arvan. But it’s what I am trained for. To lead an army. To bring death and destruction on my enemies. You heard Parsal and Galand; what they said was right. A man must stand against evil wherever he finds it and he must use all his talents. I’m not an assassin.”
“And where will you find this army?”
Tenaka smiled. “I need your help. You must take Delnoch.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly!”
“You want me to take a fortress single-handed? A fortress that has withstood two Nadir hordes? It’s insane!”
“You are of the House of Bronze. Use your head. There is a way.”
“If you have already thought of a plan, why don’t
you
do it?”
“I cannot. I am of the House of Ulric.”
“Why so cryptic? Tell me what to do.”
“No. You are a man, and I think you sell yourself short. We will stop in Skoda and see how the land lies. Then you and I will bring an army.”
Scaler’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.
“A Nadir army?” he whispered, blood draining from his face. “You would bring the
Nadir
?”
“Only if you can take Dros Delnoch!”
7
I n the dark of the library the abbot waited patiently, leaning forward on his desk, his fingers steepled and his eyes closed. His three companions sat opposite him, immobile, like living statues. The abbot opened his eyes and regarded them all:
Acuas, the strong one, compassionate and loyal.
Balan, the skeptic.
Katan, the true mystic.
All were traveling, their spirits entwined as they sought the Dark Templars and threw a veil of mind mist over the movements of Tenaka Khan and his companions.
Acuas returned first. He opened his eyes, rubbing his hands over his yellow beard; he seemed tired, drained.
“This is not easy, my lord,” he said. “The Dark Templars have great power.”
“As have we,” said the abbot. “Go on.”
“There are twenty of them. They were attacked in Skultik by a band of outlaws but slew them with arrogant ease. They are truly formidable warriors.”
“Yes. How close are they to the Torchbearer?”
“Less than a day. We cannot deceive them for much longer.”
“No. A few more days will be invaluable,” said the abbot. “Have they tried another night attack?”
“No, my lord, though I think it likely.”
“Rest now, Acuas. Fetch Toris
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