A Warrior's Path (The Castes and the OutCastes) (37 page)

Secondary and Tertiary were ready, but the Shylow dodged past them as well.

Quaternary faced the great cat alone.  The others were out of position to support him.  The Shylow landed, and gutted the one known as Brand.

The Quad became the Triad.

Dimly, the Triad recognized the anguish of its members.  They mourned the death of their friend, but the Triad was untouched by their grief.  It had been charged with a mission: defeat the Shylow.  Nothing else mattered.

Tertiary charged from the right; Secondary from the left.

The cat spun and caught Tertiary a blow to his arm, breaking it and sending him soaring through the air.  He crashed down, losing consciousness as his head smacked hard against the ground.

The Triad became Duo.

Secondary, already in the midst of attack when Farn had fallen, cut deeply into the cat’s shoulder.

The Shylow howled in pain and anger
even as he spun about and raked Secondary across the leg, causing it to buckle.  Primary raced in low and slashed the Shylow’s rear leg, hamstringing the cat before it could deliver a deathblow to Secondary.

Secondary leaped straight up, stabbing through the cat’s lower jaw and into its brain.

The animal keened a nerve-jangling scream as it died.

Duo turned to face the other Shylow.  It was engaged with the Baels and the ghrinas.  One of their members was already dead, his chest ripped open, the one known as Lure.  Another of the ghrinas, the woman, Jessira, lay face down, long hair matted with blood.
  Duo considered its options.  Secondary’s leg was damaged.  He would be slow.  Duo couldn’t attack as fiercely as it would have liked.  Secondary needed protection and support.  Duo moved toward the battle, keeping Primary close to Secondary.

A Bael, Li-Brine, jumped in front of a blow meant for the ghrina lieutenant, and the Bael’s chest was crushed.  He landed with an unmoving thud.

Primary slashed at an unprotected haunch, but somehow the cat’s tail, hard as bone and quick as a viper, struck him, knocking him onto his back.

The Shylow stalked the ghrina lieutenant, who quickly gave way, moving toward the still inert Farn.

Suddenly, the cat howled in outrage.

The other Bael, Li-Choke, had wrapped his blazing whip around the creature’s neck.  Smoke rose as fur singed and flesh burned.  The Shylow pulled hard against the whip, yanking the Bael off his feet and toward the cat where the beast swatted him hard
onto the ground.

Secondary used the distraction to press forward, but before he could attack, he was seen.  Duo tried to dodge, but Secondary’s injured leg made him too slow.  The Shylow caught Secondary on his claws, impaling him.  With the last of its focus and the last of Secondary’s strength, Duo stabbed, pressing Secondary’s sword to the hilt in the Shylow’s chest.

The animal screamed once, loudly and terribly, before falling over dead.

Duo became Rukh, who crashed to his knees and sobbed in grief.

He had felt Keemo’s death.  Brand’s also.  His friends – both of them like brothers – were now dead.  They were gone, their lives suddenly ended on a night filled with so much promise, but right now, no promise or hope could assuage Rukh’s guilt.  It had been his decision to forgo returning straightaway to Ashoka.  He had been the one to insist on tracking the Chims, and his choice had cost Brand and Keemo their lives.  They would never again walk Ashoka’s tall hills and wide boulevards.

What
would he tell Keemo’s parents?  Or Brand’s?  Their families would be devastated, especially when they discovered how close their sons had been to making it home.

Rukh sat on the ground, but a moan from Li-Choke reminded
him of his duty.

Farn.  He had to make sure he was alive.  Rukh levered himself to his feet, feeling a soreness in his chest.  Even as he did so, hissing calls came from not more than a hundred yards away.

Fragging unholy hells!  Couldn’t they have a moment’s peace?

“Braids,” Choke growled.  “They seek our deaths.  I can taste their anger.”

Rukh gestured to the ghrina woman.  “Pick her up.  We have to move,” he said wearily.

Choke nodded, throwing the ghrina over his uninjured shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.  “I’m ready,”

“Too late,” Rukh whispered.

The Braids were already fanning out around the copse.  They’d be discovered in moments.

Rukh Blended, bringing Choke into it as well.  He looked for Farn.  The ghrina lieutenant, Cedar was leaned over him, and the two of them suddenly disappeared from view.   They must have Blended as well.  Rukh wished he could Link his Blend with the lieutenant’s so they could see one another, but the distance was too great.  Brand might have been able to do so.

R
egrets and sorrows would have to wait, though.  For now, escape was their only motivation.  Rukh guided Choke with a gentle pull on the Bael’s arm as they picked their way past the nearest group of Braids.  They would be instantly discovered if the Bael stepped outside the narrow range of Rukh’s Blend.  Several of the snakelike Chimera scouts muttered amongst themselves as they inspected the dead Shylow, pointing out how they imagined the battle had gone.  A few toed at Keemo and Brand’s bodies, satisfied when they proved to be dead.

Rukh clenched his teeth.  He hated leav
ing the remains of his friends amongst the Braids.  Their bodies would end up in a Chim cook pot.

Other Braids had their snouts raised to the air, tongues flicking out.  It was said the snakelike Chimeras could taste the scent of
Human blood from over a mile away.  Just then, one swiveled his head and looked straight at them.  Rukh froze, but after an uncertain and fearful moment, the Braid turned away and went back to tasting the air.

Again, Rukh eased forward, gesturing for Choke to step quietly.  Despite his warning, the Bael’s footsteps still thudded against the ground.  Hopefully, the Braids would overlook the slight tremor.  Another ten feet, and they were past the thickest collection of the Chimera scouts.  Another twenty, and they were in open ground.

The Braids fanned out from the copse of trees, calling to one another and probably also for reinforcements.

Time to pick up the pace.

Rukh led Choke at a dead sprint for a large mound of rocks, a monolith thrown up in the middle of the Flats.  Rukh was thankful for the hillock’s presence.  Blends were good, but they weren’t perfect, and Choke was hard to keep hidden.  It wasn’t his scent or sound or sight that Rukh worried about, though.  It was his trail.  The Baels had likely never been trained to cover their tracks, and others in the Fan Lor Kum were nothing if not excellent trackers.

The rock formation might be a good place to lose the Chim scouts.

Rukh clambered over the boulders, holding back a hiss of pain as the soreness in his chest became sharper.  He hadn’t broken another rib, had he?  Damn bad luck.  Choke followed tight on his heels, carrying the still unconscious ghrina woman.

“Try to keep your feet light,” Rukh cautioned.  “Don’t even turn over a pebble
if you can.”

Once past the rocks, Rukh led them northeast, toward Ashoka.
  He briefly wondered if he should wait for Cedar and Farn, but he had no idea in which direction the other two might be headed.  Rukh had to look to his own safety.  Ashoka had to be made aware of all he had learned.

He and the Bael
stretched out into a loping run.

Choke looked like he had it as rough as Rukh felt.  The Bael’s breathing sounded pained. 
He, too, probably had either bruised or cracked ribs.  Either way, it had to hurt like the unholy hells.  The Bael remained stoic, though, never revealing any evidence that he was in pain.

Hours passed.

Rukh had no idea what had become of Farn and the ghrina…no
OutCaste
.  It’s what they called themselves.  He had no idea what became of Farn and the OutCaste lieutenant.  Hopefully, Cedar had gotten the two of them out of there.  Where they would go after Farn awoke was another question.  The OutCaste was sure to head for his own city, while Rukh’s cousin would want to return to Ashoka.  Farn was strong, but with what had looked to be a broken arm and a concussion, he would have to follow wherever Cedar led.  Otherwise, with those injuries, Farn wouldn’t last more than a few days out here by himself.

T
he sun rose, blushing the sky.

Every hour or so, Rukh called a
halt so he could check on Jessira.  She had been clawed across the left shoulder and down her back, and the cuts still oozed.  Rukh worried about her, especially since she still hadn’t come to.

“The Shylow have a toxin on their claws,” Choke said.  “It acts as both a
soporific and a blood leecher.  She will wake soon enough.”

“Blood leecher?” 
Rukh’s brows furrowed in concentration.  The Shiyens had a word for what the Bael was describing.  What was it?  His face cleared in remembrance.  “An anti-coagulant?  Something to make the bleeding last for a long time?” Rukh asked.

Li-Choke nodded.

“When will it stop?”

“I wish I could tell you, but it all depends on how much got into her.”

Rukh examined Jessira’ cuts.  They were deep.  She had likely received a large dose.  He hoped the bleeding ended soon. He had to shrug aside his worry for her, though.  There wasn’t anything he could do for her.  Besides, worrying for a ghrina seemed sacrilegious.

Rukh and the Bael
pressed on, stumbling as fatigue and pain ate at their stamina.

“There,” Choke said, pointing.  “Those trees.  Will they hide us?”

Rukh looked to where Choke gestured.  It was a large stand of scrub pines, junipers, and cottonwoods with a few tall maples rising high in the center of the glade, only about one or two miles away.  “It depends,” Rukh said.  “Are your Chims still searching?”

Choke’s expression went flat.  “They are no longer
my
Chims.  They were never
my
Chims,” he replied.  “As we ran, did you not see the claw of Tigons carrying the decapitated heads of my brethren before them?”  He shook his head in sorrow.  “I am no longer welcome among the Fan Lor Kum.”

Well too damn bad.
Rukh thought vindictively.  Keemo and Brand were dead.  So was Lure Grey.  And Farn and Cedar were missing.  In light of all that, what was the grief of a Bael to him?  The black-horned bastards had been killing and destroying Humanity for centuries.  Why should he worry now if they were suddenly the hunted? Despite Li-Dirge’s pronouncements, Rukh’s antipathy toward the creatures hadn’t ended.  Not by a long shot.  It would take more than a fine speech from one possibly noble Bael for him to feel otherwise.  Let the damn Chims taste their own Queen’s anger for once.

“You didn’t answer my question
,” Rukh said gruffly.  “Are we still being hunted?”

Li-Choke cocked his head, as if listening to a sound only he could hear.  “No,” he said at last.  “Though I no longer am a part of Her armies, I can still hear Her…desires.  The Tigons lead the Fan Lor Kum now, and She has sent out a call for the Plague to gather northwest of here, before the foothills of the Privation Mountains.

“You can still hear what She thinks?”

“No.  I can’t hear Her thoughts; only her wishes and desires; Her feelings.  At least for now.”

“Do you think She’ll lock you out?”

Choke nodded.  “I would not have believed Her capable of such clarity of thought,” the Bael mused.  “She was always easily deceived before, but something happened last night.  You heard the screams?”

Rukh nodded.

“It was the Fan Lor Kum…all of them.  Somehow, Mother emptied Her insanity into the Plague.  In doing so, She regained Her own sanity…”

“So She isn’t insane anymore?” Rukh interrupted.  He swore softly, trying to mask his fear.  A mad Suwraith was bad enough, but the implication of a sane Queen was too frightening to contemplate.  He shivered involuntarily.

“Not exactly,” Choke said.  “There is more to tell.  The mindless rage She poured into the Chimeras caused them to
turn on each other like rabid wolves.  If it continued, the Chimeras would have murdered one another down to the last warrior within the hour.  It would have ended Mother’s moment of sanity, and She must have realized it as well.  She took back most of Her madness, thereby preserving the Fan Lor Kum.”

“I wish She hadn’t,” Rukh muttered.

“Perhaps, but what should concern you now is this: Mother is once more quite deranged, but She is far more sane than She was before last night, She remembered and realized enough to understand how deeply the Baels have betrayed Her over the years.  It is why She killed us.  She has already seen to the death of all Baels within the Eastern Plague.  She will likely move against my brothers of the Western Plague soon enough.  I fear we face extermination.”

“Join the club,” Rukh said.  “Your kind will have to figure out a way to survive just like we did, but I wouldn’t panic yet.  Remember, Li-Dirge said Her inability to plan has always been Her greatest weakness.  For all we know, this whole episode may blow over when She has another episode of
insanity.”