Shadow’s Lure (43 page)

He leapt.

As he jumped, he
pulled
at the space in front of him, and a dark hole appeared in the air. He had time for a quick breath before he tumbled through the gateway.

He fell onto a patch of sharp rocks. As he stumbled over the jagged surfaces, Caim heard a sinister whine and threw himself flat. He dropped his knife as the hard edges of a dozen stones jabbed into him. The spiked ball passed inches from his head.

The buzzing in the back of his skull returned, more insistent than before. Caim reached for the fallen
suete
and rolled away a split heartbeat before the rock in front of him shattered in his face. As he found his footing, he got a glimpse of where they stood, on a narrow section of ground surrounded by plunging slopes on every side. A hilltop. Aside from the scree of broken rocks he had just vacated, there were perhaps a dozen square paces of ground here, and the Beast stood at the center, chain whirling over his head.
Clever. There’s nowhere for me to run, but what if I’m not trying to get away?

Caim rushed in before his better sense could intervene. The black sword vibrated so fast in his hand he could hear its plaintive whine. It wanted blood, and so did he.

The Beast shifted the trajectory of the spiked ball downward, but the reaction was a hair too slow. Caim got inside the arc an instant before the sphere came around. The Beast leaned away from the sword’s black point, but it had been just a feint to get in closer. Caim ripped upward with the
suete
. Its point punched through the mail under his opponent’s armpit. Caim expected a groan—something—but the giant made no sound as he knocked Caim back with a forearm smash. Caim set his feet and crouched, sword extended in defense, but all he saw was a huge armored back as the Beast passed through another inky gateway.

With more caution than the last time, Caim made his own portal and stepped through.

Somehow he got turned upside down and landed hard on his stomach. The ground felt like smooth, solid stone under several inches of frozen snow, but when he pushed up with his hands and legs, his feet slipped out from under him, dragging away streaks of snow to reveal a dark sheet of ice. He rolled away an instant before the spiked orb came down and the ice exploded.

Shedding slivers of frost as he stood up, Caim called to the shadows. They swarmed around him, flittering but strangely silent. With a flick of his sword, he sent them at the Beast in a cone of darkness. But the Beast waded through the little darknesses, his armor and his hide intact. Caim circled to his right with short, cautious steps. The Beast followed after him, spinning the chain faster with each pass. Caim angled away, hoping to reach dry land and firmer footing, but his foe’s arm shot forward just as he was stepping away. Caim hesitated. Unable to back out of range fast enough, he fell prone.

He landed hard on his elbow. The ice creaked ominously, and then a steel-shod foot slammed into his chest, propelling him across the ice. The shadows flapped around him, unable to help. Gasping, Caim rolled up onto his knees and used the sword to hold himself upright. The buzzing, the pulling, the combat—they sapped the strength from his limbs. He didn’t know how much longer he could go on, but the approach of the armored giant across the ice spurred him to stand up once again.

The Beast was unstoppable. Blood leaked from his armor in several places, but still he came on with relentless persistence. Caim shifted to a taller stance as the spiked orb swung nearer. He had to end this soon, before his endurance failed altogether. As the Beast closed the distance between them, Caim rushed forward. At the last moment, he dropped to his knees, and momentum carried him across the ice. Caim slashed with the sword across the back of the Beast’s knees. Links of mail parted under the black steel’s edge. Blood poured down the blade. Caim kicked hard, and the giant toppled back.

The Beast struck the ice with a resounding crash. He tried to turn over but couldn’t find purchase. There was a crackle, and then the lake’s surface gave way, plunging him into dark waters.

Caim climbed to his feet. Sweat cooled on his face. It was over. The Beast was gone. But as he turned toward the shore, a terrible grinding roared behind him. He spun and almost lost his balance as a massive black shape rose from the creaking ice. Water dripped from the black chain. Caim ducked, but he couldn’t find enough traction. Freezing cold bit into his skin an instant before the spiked orb struck. Only the protection of the shadows, clinging to his back like a second skin, saved him from a crushed spine. As it was, the blow drove the breath from his lungs and hurled him into the snow. Ice and sky whirled before his eyes. His lips shook as he fought to drag in fresh air. On the edge of his vision, the Beast clawed his way out of the water. Flat, black eyes peered from within the slit in the helmet’s visor. Chain links rattled as the spiked ball came round again. Forcing his arms and legs to move, Caim grasped onto the first concrete thought that came to mind. A shadowy portal opened beside him.

As the ground shuddered, he plunged into the emptiness.

Caim emerged at the bottom of a trench. A foot of snow cushioned his fall. As he tried to sit up, the pulling sensation flared into a crushing pain that threatened to split open his skull.

Kneeling, he felt rather than heard the portal close behind him. The smells of a forest filtered through his clogged nostrils. His whole body ached—his back, his side, his legs. He just wanted to collapse right here and forget about everything. A faint hiss of sundered air alerted him to the opening of a second portal.

Caim pulled himself to his feet in time to see the Beast stride into view, faint wisps of shadow rising from his armor. Trees stood around them like silent spectators. This was it. He didn’t have the strength to run anymore. Caim loosened his shoulders.
All right, bastard. Come and get me
.

The spiked sphere smashed into a tree trunk. Caim ducked inside the blow. Once, twice, three times the black sword rebounded from the Beast’s thick armor, each time rushing back eager to draw blood. Caim attacked limbs, joints, even his foe’s neck, hoping to penetrate the thin webbing of black mail underlying the gorget, but a near miss from the spiked ball forced him to withdraw. On the next pass the massive sphere came around faster than he anticipated. Caim lost his balance as he dropped into a crouch. Just for an instant, but an armored heel caught him in the chest and flung him backward. He hit something in his flight. It snapped under his weight, and he landed between the broken slats of an old fence. The sword slipped from his grasp. He struggled to right himself, but the Beast’s foot stamped down, crushing him into the snow.

Caim searched for the sword, but he couldn’t see where it had landed. He tried not to think about the whine of the great chain whirling above him. With his other hand he found the gash in the mail behind the Beast’s knee where the black sword had penetrated. He jammed the
suete
’s point into the hole as the sphere passed over him, picking up speed. He sawed the knife blade back and forth, and a river of blood poured down to soak his jacket.

Faster, the ball passed overhead.

Caim clenched his jaws shut and shoved on the knife’s handle in one last effort. The orb would smash his head like a melon.

Rotten fuck, I hope you’re crippled for the rest of your miserable life. I hope—

A ferocious roar shook the night, and the pressure lifted from Caim’s chest as the Beast fell to the ground. Caim rolled free, gasping for air. A great mass of shadow sat on the giant’s chest, holding him down as its midnight claws ripped through plate and mail.

The muscles in Caim’s arm twitched as he pushed himself up. The shadow beast was bent over the giant’s throat, trying for a stranglehold. Caim tried to stand. His only wish was that the creature would finish off the Beast, but that hope withered away as a great armored hand grasped the shadow creature by its neck and hurled it away.

Blood pouring from long gashes in his armor, the Beast stood up. He turned, and Caim struck, putting every last ounce of power behind the blow. The
suete
’s point pierced the underside of the warrior’s jaw, punching up through tongue and palate into his brain. He didn’t stop until the knife was sheathed to the hilt.

Caim’s breath whistled between his teeth as the Beast’s eyes fixed on him. There was no fear of death in the gaze, and no hope for life, only a darkness as deep as the ocean floor. Caim pulled the knife free, and the Beast collapsed in a pile of black steel plates.

Caim sagged against a young tree. The sky was a perfect sheet of black, so close he could almost reach up and touch it. Twin lamps peered at him from the snow and brush. Caim took a step toward the shadow beast. The creature let him take that step, and then it was gone. Like it had never been there. Yet its presence throbbed in his chest, not angry and unrelenting now, but steady.

Like a second heartbeat.

C
aim found the sword’s pommel sticking up from the snow. He drew it out. The blade was clean, without a fleck of gore or a scratch, like it had been forged this very day.

Caim turned around. Beyond the crooked slats of the fence he had crushed was a wide clearing. Small mounds rose from the snow, the largest off to his left. He didn’t think much of them until something settled in his mind, a piece of a puzzle that had only existed in his mind falling into place. His pulse drummed hard in his temples as the trees hemmed in around him. He had stood here, on this very spot, countless times in his dreams. Now the courtyard was covered by a blanket of snow, but in his mind he saw it as it had been on that fateful night.

There was blood everywhere, pooled in the gravel, splattered across the face of the man kneeling in the center of the yard, running down his chest in a great black river
.

Standing over his father, a pale figure in black robes, with a sword upraised in its fist. The sorcerer’s face was framed in moonlight, frozen in this instant, the moment the world changed. Caim trembled as the darkness parted. Another figure stood behind the sorcerer, a slender shape wrapped in a cloak darker than black, deeper than death. Long waves of inky hair flowed from under the cowl
.

His stomach lurched as his mother burst from the burning house, into the arms of the waiting soldiers. The dark men dragged her away
…
dragged her
…

Locked in the waking dream, Caim shook as the soldiers dragged his mother over to the body. Her lips moved, but there was no sound. Then her gaze lifted to the figure—not the man who had taken her husband’s life, but the woman behind him. The cowl was lifted, revealing features as beautiful and unbreakable as a midnight sapphire. The two women could have been twins save for the glances they cast at each other, his mother’s face etched with loathing, the witch’s eyes glowing with triumph.