Rebellion

CHAPTER 97

“I lured you to Cython with a lie,” said Lyf, smiling. He wore boots and still supported himself on crutches, though he wasn’t holding them — they were moving of their own accord.

“W-what?” Tali felt numb; she couldn’t think.

“I never planned to put the Pale to death. Do you really think I’m such a monster as to repay Hightspall’s genocide with my own?”

She didn’t reply. Yes, she thought. I think you are such a monster.

“But now your people have rebelled and attacked their lawful masters,” he went on, “what can my people do but cut them down — in self-defence?”

Tali’s knees wobbled. She had given him the justification he needed, and this was his revenge for what she had done to him in the murder cellar. She had doomed the people she had come here to save.

“You manipulated me all along,” she whispered. “Your revenge must be sweet indeed.”

He clunked towards her. “This isn’t revenge, it’s war, and I didn’t incite your people to rebel and attack their lawful masters. You did!”

“You’re not our lawful masters,” she said dully. “You enslaved us.”

“Slavery is perfectly legal.”

“Not in my country.”

“Ah, but you aren’t in your country, are you? You’re in mine, the Pale too, and my laws apply.”

In the distance she could hear the clash of swords, an occasional thump as a piece of heatstone went off, and the distinctive, high-voiced cries of her people. Death cries. “How long have I been your dupe?”

“I discovered that you were spying on me a few weeks ago,” said Lyf.

“And you’ve been feeding me lies ever since.”

“Didn’t you wonder that, every time you spied on me, I was talking about the same thing?”

“The key to king-magery.” What a fool she’d been to think she could outwit Lyf.

“Just so. I needed the master pearl to lead me to the key, but you were too well guarded. So why not put the idea into your head — perhaps you would find the key for me.”

“It wasn’t at Tirnan Twil.”

He came forwards again, shrugged. “No matter. I’ve had a better idea.”

The piece of heatstone in her loincloth pouch was hot against her belly. She felt its square outline through the fabric. Was there a way to use it?

“How did you know?” she said limply.

“I’ve been aware of your blood oath for some time. It showed me the way to lure you here, and the last time you spied on me I managed to overhear you, briefly.”

“So that’s what the leaf of the iron book was all about — to lure me here like the fool I am.”

“There’s no shame in being fooled by me.” Lyf was only a few feet away. Within striking distance.

What was his weakness? Magery might be weakening everywhere, but here in his realm, so close to the vast heatstone deposit that held his lost king-magery, his gift was bound to be stronger than hers.

She could not harm him with heatstone, either. In the caverns, when she had broken that little heatstone, it had empowered him. What about his legs? Since he still used crutches, she assumed that he had not found a way to restore his amputated feet.

His eyes narrowed; he was about to attack. Tali dived, not at him but for the left-hand crutch, which supported his most damaged leg. She caught hold of it and wrenched. He teetered but it didn’t come free — it was bound to him with magery. She landed on her back, kicked upwards with both legs at the other crutch and sent it flying.

As Lyf crashed to the floor, he reached out and called the crutch to him; he was already rising as it came skidding across the stone. Tali couldn’t fight him, he was too strong. She turned and bolted down the dimly lit tunnel.

Shortly she reached an intersection. She had planned to go left and circle around to get back to the Pale, but the left passage was blocked. She went right, loping along, trying to get ahead. The next passage to the left was also blocked, and so was the way directly ahead.

He seemed to be driving her to the right, but why? What was down that way? The whole world was silent now, save for the audible thumping of her heart. She stopped, checked the passage each way, then located herself with the map. She wasn’t far from the heatstone mine, though this passage approached it from an unfamiliar direction. Was he driving her that way, deliberately exposing her to the heatstone that would hurt her and strengthen him?

The mage glass revealed fighting all around the toadstool grottoes and the drive down to the chymical level. The Pale still had not broken through and now they appeared to be trapped; the enemy were advancing along the main tunnel from either direction. She put map and glass in her pack and stumbled on.

Tali didn’t know this passage, which was cut through grey stone with a bluish tint. Her head began to throb, the bones of her skull to creak — she must be approaching the heatstone mine.

There was no sign of Lyf so she checked the map again — and wished she had not. The blurry image in the centre of the lens was Tobry, shifted to a caitsthe and rampaging up a tunnel, his great mouth stretched wide in an insane howl. He had gone berserker and was flinging bloody bodies to right and left, but the scene was out of focus all around him and she could not tell if the bodies were Pale or the enemy. She frantically tried to focus the mage glass, but lost him, and in the chaos she could not find him again.

“Tobry!” she screamed. It was one of her darkest moments; the berserker madness meant that his end could not be far away. And Holm could not help him, even if he were able to get close, because Tali still had the emergency potion in her pack.

She plodded on down the blue tunnel, the emanations from the unseen heatstone mine hurting more with every step. She had to keep ahead of Lyf, though she felt sure he was driving her, herding her.

I can heal him… It was Lyf, speaking into her mind.

He was either trying to tempt her, or rattle her so she gave herself away, and she wasn’t having it. She could play that game too. It’s the catalyz you’re looking for, isn’t it?

Lyf did not reply, and she sensed that he was thinking fast. If she knew its name, did she also know its purpose — the deadly secret that only one person in the world was allowed to know?

And I know what it is, said Tali. The platina circlet.

She sensed rage — or was it fear? She could not tell. She tried to check on Tobry but using the mage glass hurt her now and she could not get it to focus. All she could see was a surge of bodies — one mass dark, the other pale — and a blurred mass of running people flecked with red.

She had to keep ahead of Lyf long enough to find a way to beat him. But the longer she took, the stronger the heatstone would make him, and the more of her people would be killed. They needed her desperately but there was no way to get back to them.

Tali rounded a corner. The passage opened out and was joined by another, a broad down-sloping ramp that she had never seen before, curving down to her left. She was hesitating at the intersection when she saw someone moving up, stumbling and lurching wildly from side to side as though drunk. But not mildly drunk — intoxicated to the point that he could barely stand up.

“War!” Wil wailed, blood and mucus dribbling from his alkoyl-eaten nose. “War in beautiful Cython. Not the right ending,” he screamed, waving a fuming platina flask in the air.

Who’s there? said Lyf sharply.

It’s Mad Wil, said Tali. Your man. And he’s carrying a flask of alkoyl. I seem to remember that alkoyl hurts you, Lyf.

Ah, but Wil does what I tell him to, and he wants to glide his fingers around your pretty white throat and choke the life out of you. He wants that, desperately, Tali. Should I let him?