Protector Of The Grove (Book 2) (4 page)

Hugh the Shadow’s ways are strange to me. His behavior is too relaxed, but I must admit that he is an efficient leader
, Deathclaw sent.
His men work together in a precise manner. They are eager to please him and do their killing well
.

That’s good to hear
, Justan replied, smiling to himself. When Hugh had approached Justan and requested Deathclaw’s aid Justan had pushed the raptoid to do it, thinking that working with the famed assassin would be good for him.
How many bands have you hunted down
?

We have destroyed seven
. Deathclaw did a quick count in his mind.
I have slain thirty of these men on my own
.

Impressive
, Justan said.
And how are your lips? Are they working for you
?

They are much better. I have . . . become used to them
.

When Deathclaw had asked Justan to give him lips, Justan was trepidatious. He had known it was possible. After all, he had altered Gwyrtha’s body and Deathclaw’s cellular structure had a similar makeup. But the changes Justan had made to Gwyrtha were modifications to body parts that were already there. Deathclaw had asked him to create something new. Ewzad Vriil had transformed Deathclaw’s head into a humanoid shape, but his reptilian face had not been made for lips.

In addition, Gwyrtha had vast reserves of energy for Justan to draw on to make the changes while Deathclaw did not. When Gwyrtha’s body changed, she had to use massive amounts of energy to keep them in place. Gwyrtha hadn’t minded letting Justan draw energy from her to create Deathclaw’s new lips, but he hadn’t known what would happen if he succeeded. Once the energy was gone, would these new lips remain stable? Would they just wither away?

When Justan had brought his concerns to the raptoid, Deathclaw had wanted to go through with it anyway. The change had not been easy. Justan had been forced to create new skin, muscle, and nerve pathways, so that Deathclaw could feel with his new lips and control them.

A lot of experimentation had been involved. The process hadn’t been painful for Deathclaw, but sometimes Justan didn’t get the nerves right and the sensations were disturbing. After several days of modifications, Deathclaw finally had a set of lips that worked.

Then came the true test. Would they stay? When Justan withdrew Gwyrtha’s energy from the raptoid’s new lips, the tissue stabilized. Somehow, the blood magic from Deathclaw’s dragon heritage allowed his body to adapt and accept his lips as part of its new structure.

Then it had been up to Deathclaw to learn to use them. In the beginning it was hard. They got in his way and he kept accidentally biting them. But Deathclaw had a special talent for controlling his body and he soon figured them out. By the time he had left on his mission, he had even been able to use them in speech.

Evidently they were working even better now because Deathclaw seemed pleased.
They feel like a true part of me. Sometimes I forget that I didn’t always have them. I am . . . grateful
.

I’m just glad they worked for you. There were so many ways that could have gone bad
.

But it did not,
Deathclaw said
. Was that the reason for your contact tonight? I sense there is something else you need to say
.

Yes. Actually, something very important happened. Sir Hilt showed up here today
. Justan brought the raptoid up to date, telling him everything that had happened since the named warrior had arrived with Jhonate’s brothers in tow.

You will leave immediately
? Deathclaw asked, his mind calculating.

Yes. The day after tomorrow
.

Then I should come right away and join you
, Deathclaw said, coming to a decision.
If Jhonate’s father is fierce enough to injure Hilt, he is quite dangerous
.
You will need me by your side
.

Good, but-. We aren’t going there to fight with him
, Justan said with a sigh. Why did everyone have to talk like he was heading off to war?
I am just going there to meet him and Jhonate’s people
.
Nevertheless, I would feel better if you were with me. How far away are you from me now
?

We are on the far side of your large city, Dremald. Hugh the Shadow calls it The Five Hills region
.

Justan bit his lip. He was familiar with the area. That was near Castle Vriil
. You are at least three weeks away by foot. Hugh the Shadow hasn’t taught you to ride horses, has he
? he asked teasingly.

Deathclaw gave him a mental snort.
Those animals would not wish me on their backs.
Deathclaw was the height and weight of a man, but one look at his reptilian appearance and fearsome claws unnerved most creatures.
Besides, I can run faster than you humans like to travel by horseback
.

I’m faster
, Gwyrtha remarked.

Even so, you might not catch up to us until we are already in Malaroo
, Justan said. Deathclaw was indeed fast, but he wasn’t tireless. He’d have to stop and sleep.

I’m faster
! Gwyrtha insisted.

Yes you are, girl
, Justan sent in an attempt to mollify her, but then an idea hit him. She really was fast. Faster than any horse and with a nearly limitless stamina. Gwyrtha could run nonstop and meet Deathclaw along the way.

I do not wish to ride her
, Deathclaw said, sensing where Justan was going with his thoughts.

Oh! I will get him! I will go and get Deathclaw and bring him to you
! Gwyrtha said with enthusiasm. She leapt to her feet in excitement, nearly knocking Justan’s small cot over.

Whoa! Hold on, girl
! Justan exclaimed, nearly losing his connection with the raptoid
. You’re not leaving just yet.
With a grumble, Gwyrtha settled back down and he returned his attention to Deathclaw.
I think it’s the best choice. It’s the only way you could catch up to us in time. I can keep you two linked together and she’ll be able to find you along the way
.

Deathclaw let out his equivalent of a frustrated groan, something which sounded like a hiss with a low gurgle on the end.
Very well. I shall ride her. I will tell Hugh the Shadow I am returning to you. I leave in the morning
.

We will speak again tomorrow night, once I have the details of our journey
, Justan sent to Deathclaw.

Farewell, then
, Deathclaw replied. He withdrew his thoughts from the bond and their connection faded.

I could leave now
, Gwyrtha pressed, her thoughts restless.

Justan could sense the eagerness for a long journey within her.
I know. But I want to wait until after I’ve spoken with Hilt. He may say something that alters our plans
.

She laid her head down on her reptilian front claws.
Waiting is boring
.

I know
, Justan said again.
But for now just try to sleep. Time passes faster that way
.

Sleeping is boring
, she grumped, but obediently closed her eyes.

Justan yawned. He needed to sleep as well, but there was one last thing he needed to do first. He let his mind slip back into the soft whiteness of the bond and centered his thoughts. He reached out to sift through his bonds. He moved past his connections to Fist, Deathclaw, and Gwyrtha, ignoring his smaller bonds to his naming swords and his Jharro Bow.

Finally, he settled on his first true bond; the soul of his great grandfather Artemis. Artemis had been a powerful ice wizard and when he’d died his soul had become the Scralag, a terrifying ice elemental. This creature was sealed within a frost-covered scar on Justan’s chest.

Justan reached for the connection, feeling a chill breeze blow through the bond. He sent his thoughts inside to find that, as usual, the way was blocked. Justan switched to mage sight and saw the blockage clearly. It was a thick web of blue and gold strands; frost magic.

He felt along the blockage until he found what he was looking for. There was a crack. It was small, but larger than it had been even a few short weeks ago. The prophet’s suggestion was bearing fruit. As he had every night for the last four months, Justan pushed his thoughts close up to the crack and called out.

Great grandfather! Artemis! It is Justan. I’ve come to speak with you again
.

There was no response at first. Then Justan heard movement behind the blockage, followed by a whispering hiss that vibrated with power.
GO AWAY. I AM NOT NEEDED
.

Though Justan knew he should have been used to it by now, the eerie sound still sent a shiver through him. The Scralag wasn’t evil, but it was harsh and unpredictable. His grandfather’s mind had very little control over its actions.
Artemis! I want to speak with Artemis
.

Justan saw a beady red eye peer back at him through the crack.
LEAVE US
!

The voice was insistent, but Justan didn’t move. He was encouraged by the fact that the frost elemental was actually speaking to him. This was an improvement. In the beginning all it would do was hiss threateningly. Now, after months of persistence, it conversed with him. He had even heard the faint sound of Artemis’ voice a few times.

Please let Artemis speak with me
.

WE
ARE
RESTING
!

Justan thought for a moment. How could he coerce his great grandfather to battle the elemental for control? What did Artemis need to hear? Perhaps the family angle would work.
Please speak with me. I want your advice. I am traveling to Malaroo to meet the family of my betrothed and her father is not happy that we wish to marry.

Malaroo
, said the Scralag, but its whispery voice sounded more human somehow; less terrifying.
A dark place . . . Full of spirit magic . . . Home of the holy grove
.

Justan grinned. He was there! Artemus was exerting control of the creature.
The grove, yes! My betrothed is one of the Roo-Tan. They protect the grove
.

Ah, the grove . . . to speak with the trees again . . .
the trees . . .
The whispery voice sounded wistful. Then a harsh tone interrupted the voice.
GIVE THEM ICE! FROST THE LEAVES! . . . Ahh the grove
.

Justan
! Gwyrtha interrupted.
Wake. Listen
!

Not now
, Justan told her. He needed to hold his great grandfather’s soul there as long as possible.
The grove, Artemus, tell me about it
.

The leaves . . . FREEZE THEM! . . . They never fall
.

Justan, someone is coming
! Gwyrtha insisted. Her head was up, her ears perked.

Justan felt her concern through the bond and knew better than to ignore her when she was so insistent. Whatever she wanted, it was important.
I’ve got to go, Artemus. Please, continue to fight. Win control of the elemental. Be yourself again
!

The voice softened again.
The mother . . . Beware the mother
.

Justan withdrew his thoughts from the bond and sat up. He extended the heightened senses given to him by his bond with Deathclaw. There were no light sources inside the warehouse, so he couldn’t see anything but a sliver of moonlight shining in through the crack at the front door. His ears picked up the tiniest of scuffling sounds from outside. Someone was walking around the edge of the building. Just one person.

What can you tell
? He asked Gwyrtha. The rogue horse’s senses were far more detailed than his.
Is it Jhonate
?

No
, Gwyrtha replied.
Her steps are softer than this
. She slowly stood and crept into the darkness towards the front doors. She sniffed, but there was no way for the scent to come into the warehouse.
There are two sounds. Two someones
.

Justan sat up, his eyes barely able to make out Gwyrtha’s form creeping in the darkness. It was probably nothing, but the intensity of her interest caused him concern. These people couldn’t be academy guards. They patrolled in groups of four and rarely came this close to the warehouse. It could be a couple workers out late for some reason, but it wasn’t common for workers to be out at the edges of the site at night, especially with how cold it was.

The soft noises moved around the edge of the warehouse wall and slowly approached the doors. Justan reached for the small light orb in the stand next to his cot, but paused. The sudden brightness would momentarily blind him. Instead, he pulled his blankets back and slid his feet into his boots. He was only wearing his padded winter underclothes, but he didn’t waste time dressing completely. Making as little noise as he could, Justan grasped his sword sheathes at the foot of his cot and slung them over his shoulders.

Gwyrtha crept around the wagons and boxes of stores and headed towards the door. Justan followed, making sure to keep to her path so that he didn’t bump into anything. The sounds had reached the front door and stopped. Justan saw the small pinprick of light that was the crack between the doors go dark as something passed in front of it.