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I doubt he suffered any damage but he did forget me for the moment. He flailed
at the raven. The ghost bird had secured a perch on his shoulder and was trying
to peck his eyes.

Even up close I could see no face. That was hidden by wraps of the same cloth
enshrouding everything else.

I swung away but misjudged the Voroshk’s speed. My blade chopped into the post
he was riding a foot behind his butt and tore itself from my hands. Then he hit
ground. Then, howling, he bounced into the air and streaked away in a lazy curve
that tended northward, all the while spinning round and round the axis of his
flying post. His robes or cape or whatever billowed all over the sky. Tatters
tore loose and fluttered down.

The forvalaka continued to weaken. Cautiously, some men left cover and
surrounded the beast. Lady and Doj joined me within striking distance. Each
carried one of the debilitating fetishes Tobo had created using the tail and
bits of skin Bowalk had left behind when she killed One-Eye. Lady had shown him
what to do. The fetishes were particularly effective because Lady and Tobo had
had Lisa Daele Bowalk’s true name to work with.

I said, “Swan, take a squad to check out the one that’s burning over there. Be
careful. Murgen, keep an eye on the other two.” The Voroshk who had streaked off
rolling was under control again and headed our way at a crawl, gaining altitude,

moving toward the Voroshk who remained airborne and still rising slowly. That
one had begun drifting with the breeze and showing some evidence of actual
flames.

I asked my darling, “Darling, is there any chance you’re keeping an eye on
Goblin?” Our mysteriously resurrected brother had remained extremely quiet
during the exchange of greetings between the Voroshk family and the Black
Company. Unless I had missed something while I was preoccupied.

“There are two guaranteed-good bamboo poles aimed at him right now.”

“Excellent. You are going to be able to make more of those things once we get
back home, aren’t you? They’re the best weapons we’ve ever had.”

“I’ll make some. If there’s time. Once my sister knows we’re back we’re going to
get extremely busy.”

Egg-yolk light suddenly drenched the world. It faded before I looked up and saw
a thousand-armed starfish of a cloud blossoming where the smoldering Voroshk
sorcerer had been drifting.

The other Voroshk was headed north again, this time end over end. And someone
was falling directly toward us, vast expanses of black cloth fluttering behind,

smoke boiling off that. There was no sign of the log the Voroshk had been
riding. Its fall seemed terribly slow.

Meantime, undistracted from his task, Willow Swan was bellowing across the
slope. He wanted a stretcher.

Lady observed, “That one is still alive.”

“We have a hostage. Somebody poke that thing with a pike. It’s probably playing
possum.” The forvalaka had stopped struggling. It lay on its back, tilted
slightly to one side, both hands grasping the shaft of One-Eye’s spear.

“Hands,” Murgen said as Thai Dei prodded the monster with one of the longer
fireball projectors.

“Hands,” I said, too. The change was coming over her. The change she had longed
for ever since we had murdered her lover-master Shapeshifter, way back during
our first assault on Dejagore.

Lady said, “She’s dying.” She sounded both puzzled and a little disappointed.

Khatovar:

Then Start the Fire
Arising shriek rushed us from above. The falling, flailing Voroshk smashed
through the leaf roof of a shelter. The shrieking stopped. Bits of roof flew
upward. I said, “Murgen, go check that out.”

When I looked back to the forvalaka, I discovered that Goblin had joined us. He
pushed through the crowd and stood over the monster, staring down. She was about
halfway changed, her arms and legs having become a badly scarred, naked woman.

She was aware enough to recognize Goblin.

The frog-faced little man said, “We tried to help you and you wouldn’t let us.

We could’ve saved you but you turned on us. So now you pay. You mess with the
Company, you pay.” He started to reach for One-Eye’s spear.

Men jumped every which way. Half a dozen bamboo poles swung toward Goblin.

Crossbows came off shoulders.

The little wizard’s mouth opened and closed several times. Then his hand slowly
withdrew.

I guess news of One-Eye’s dying words had gotten around.

Goblin squeaked, “Maybe you shouldn’t have rescued me.”

Lady told him, “We didn’t,” but did not expand upon her remark. She drew me
away. “He has something to do with Bowalk dying so easily.”

I glanced over there. “She isn’t dead yet.”

“She should have been much tougher.”

“Even considering the fetishes and One-Eye’s spear?”

She thought about that. “Maybe. When she’s done dying you’d better make sure
that thing is hard to reach. I don’t like the look in Goblin’s eye when he
stares at it.”

That look was there now, though the little wizard showed no inclination to do
anything certain to inspire a swift and violent response.

Swan and his gang were approaching, four of the men at the corners of a
makeshift litter. Trotting ahead, Swan puffed, “Wait’ll you get a look at this,

Croaker. You ain’t going to believe it.”

At the same moment Murgen called for another stretcher. So the other Voroshk had
survived, too.

Swan was on the mark. The girl on the stretcher was impossible to believe. Maybe
sixteen, blonde, as gorgeous as every boy’s fantasy. I asked my wife, “Darling,

is this for real?” And to Swan, “Good job, Willow.” He had bound and gagged the
girl so as to disarm most of a sorcerer’s simpler tricks.

Lady said, “You men get back.” There was not much left of what the girl had been
wearing. And more than a few of the guys were the sort who would count her fair
game for having tried to attack us. Some were the sort who would dish out the
same treatment to a male captive. They might be my brethren but that did not
make them less cruel men.

Lady told Swan, “Take Doj back over there and collect anything you can find that
belonged to her. Her clothing and that thing she was riding in particular.” And
to me she said, “Yes, dear, she’s the real thing. Except for just a touch of
makeup. I hate her already. Goblin! You come over here and stand where I can see
you.”

I stared down at the Voroshk girl, not focusing on the lushness and freshness of
her but on the blondness and whiteness. I have read all the Annals, all the way
back to the first volume—albeit, admittedly, a
several-generations-removed-from-original copy—that had been begun before our
forebrethren ever left Khatovar. Those men had not been tall and white and
blond. Could the Voroshk be another out-world scourge like the Shadowmasters of
my own world and Hsien?

At that moment Lady removed her helmet, the better to menace me for staring. And
I realized she was quite white herself, even if not blonde.

Why expect the peoples of Khatovar to be any more homogeneous than the peoples
of my own world?

Murgen and his crew came jogging up, carrying another body on another crude
litter. The first had escaped most of the effects of impact and fire. This one
had been less fortunate.

“Another girl,” I observed. That fact was hard to ignore. She was more obvious
than the first.

“Younger than the other one.”

“But just as well put together.”

“Better, from where I’m standing.”

“They’re sisters,” Lady growled. “You have an idea what this means?”

“Probably that the Voroshk had so little respect for us that they sent out some
kids so they could get in some practice. But after what’s happened, Daddy and
Grandpa will take a closer interest.” I beckoned. “Gather round, gentlemen.”

Once everyone not doing something closed in, I said, “In a short time we’re
probably going to have a sky full of unfriendly company. I want you to start
pulling up stakes and getting the animals and equipment back through the gate.

Right now.”

Lady asked, “You think that third one will make it back to the Voroshk army?”

“No way will I bet against it. My mother’s optimistic children have all been
dead for fifty years.” I glanced at the forvalaka. It was almost entirely Lisa
Bowalk now. Except for the head. “Looks like some mythological beast, don’t
she?”

She was not dead yet. Her eyes were open. They were no longer cat’s eyes. They
begged. She did not want to die.

I told Lady, “She doesn’t look any older than the last time I saw her.” She was
still a young and attractive woman—for one whose formative years had been spent
surviving the worst slum of a truly ugly city. “Hey, Cratch. Grab Slobo. I want
you guys to bring all the firewood over here and pile it on this thing.”

Goblin said, “I’ll help.”

“I’ll tell you what, runt. You want a job, you can build me a couple of good
litters so we can take our new girlfriends with us.”

Lady asked, “Are they fit to travel?”

“The older one could probably get up and limp along on her own if she was
conscious. I’ll need a closer look here before I can tell how bad this one’s
hurt, though.”

“You watch what you’re poking and squeezing, old man.”

“You’d think that, at your age, you’d have developed a little better sense of
humor, old woman. Don’t you understand that every profession has its perks? A
surgeon gets to poke and squeeze.”

“So does a wife.”

“I knew I forgot something when we did that ceremony thing. Shoulda brung a
lawyer. Cratch! Nobody touches that spear till we start the fire. And I’ll do
any touching that gets done. Where are my birds? I’ve got to get the Black
Hounds called in.” We could not leave them here. They were going to be critical
weapons in the war with Soulcatcher. Sleepy was, probably, missing them
desperately already.

Swan and three others approached, straining to carry the post the older girl had
ridden. Swan puffed. “This goddamned thing weighs a ton!” The four of them
started to drop it.

“No!” Lady barked. “Gently! You recall what happened to the other one? Up
there?” She pointed. Smoke or dust or whatever still smeared the sky. There was
still an occasional crackle of toy lightning inside the cloud, too. “That’s
better. Goblin! Doj! Come and take a look at this thing.”

“Check this cloth,” Swan said, offering me a bit of black rag.

It felt like silk and seemed almost weightless. It stretched when I pulled it
without tearing or getting any thinner. Or so it seemed.

“Now watch this.” Swan stabbed the cloth with his knife. The knife did not
penetrate. It did not cut when he slashed, either.

I said, “Now isn’t that a handy little trick? We’re lucky we had the bamboo.

Honey, check this out. Show her, Swan. You, men. Get the post thing on the other
side of the gate. Let’s get moving, people! These folks can fly. And the next
bunch that shows up aren’t likely to be as friendly.” No one really needed my
encouragement, though. A solid line of men, animals and equipment was moving
upslope already. The older Voroshk girl was headed uphill already, too, bound to
Goblin’s first litter.

When Swan finished showing that cloth to Lady, I told him, “See if you can’t
find a log or post in one of the huts that might look like that flying thing
from a distance.”

Lady, Goblin and Swan all stared at me. This time I stood on my command right
and did not explain. I had a hunch the Voroshk would not want to lose the post.

Which my comrades might understand but if I said so they would just ask for
further explanations.

I said, “This one has broken bones, bad burns, punctures, cuts and abrasions and
probably internal injuries.”

“And?” Lady asked.

“And so I think she won’t be much use to us. Probably die on us. So I’m going to
do the best I can for her, then leave her for her own people.”

“Going soft in your old age?”

“Like I said, she’d be more trouble than she’s worth. Plus, the sister ought to
be up and around in no time. So if I do right by the one I leave here, the
Voroshk might be less inclined to run around behind us trying to get vicious.”

“What’re they going to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to find out. I just take into account the fact that
they were able to get Bowalk onto the plain and off again, once each way,

without wrecking any shadowgates. I’m hoping they don’t have what it takes to
move an army the same way.”

“They wouldn’t need to grab us if they did. Odds are, Bowalk’s trip was possible
because of what she was and the fact that she’d bulled through it all once
before.”

I looked at the forvalaka. Even its head was Lisa Daele Bowalk now. The same
Lisa Bowalk who ruined Marron Shed a thousand subjective years ago. Her eyes
were shut but she was still breathing.

We would have to fix that.

Lady told me, “Cut off her head first. Then start the fire.”

Khatovar:

The Opened Gate
The Voroshk were not sneaks. They came out of the northwest in an angry swarm,

eager to get at us. There were at least twenty-five in the first wave.

My people were all on the uphill side of the shadowgate but many of the Unknown
Shadows had not made it back. I had left snail shells scattered around the woods
so they would have somewhere to hide. I would get them out later, once the
excitement was over.

The swarm streaked in, vast flutters of black cloth billowing. Even though they
could see that we were beyond the shadowgate and our main body was already on
the plain they dropped down and streaked over our empty camp, shedding a rain of
small objects which turned little patches of ground into puddles of lava and
caused vegetation to combust almost explosively. None of our shelters or corrals
survived. But nothing touched the injured girl or the forvalaka’s funeral pyre.

“Glad I don’t have to run between those raindrops,” I said. A couple of the
Voroshk had tried to award me that experience but the barrier between Khatovar
and the plain repelled their missiles easily. And ate their magic right up. They
did not activate, even when they dribbled to the ground.

Lady said, “They’re all kids, too.”

The members of the swarm all seemed to do whatever they wanted, going their own
ways, yet none of them collided. Once their assault failed to produce results
most of them settled to earth around the injured girl.

On my side of the shadowgate we leaned on bamboo poles and watched.

A trio of latecomers formed the second wave. They appeared several minutes after
the first flood. “These will be the leaders,” Lady said. “Being a little more
cautious than the youngsters.” Even more black fabric billowed around these
three.

“The highest ranking members of the Family making the journey,” I conceded.

“There sure are a lot of these people. Considering the size of the army they
brought.” Not counting the Voroshk themselves, my spies numbered the approaching
force at about eight hundred. The light cavalry hurrying ahead numbered fewer
than fifty men. There was a good chance we could have beat them up if they had
not had all those post riders in the sky looking out for them.

When they grounded, the Voroshk flyers did stand their conveyances on end, like
fenceposts that would not tip over without a push from a human hand.

The elders circled a few times before they set down. Then they took time to
examine the unconscious child before paying any more attention to us.

I gave a small hand signal as soon as we were on. Men on the slope who had been
hanging around gawking resumed moving. The Voroshk chieftains were allowed to
see the other girl being led away and what looked like four men lugging a
captured flying fencepost. While the heart of my heart and I posed just behind
the gate in our best killer costumes. I know there was a huge smirk hanging
around inside my helmet.

Out there among the Voroshk, so far ignored but not unnoticed, the headless
corpse of our ancient enemy crackled and popped inside a roaring fire. I wished
we still had the Lance of Passion to show those guys, too. My ravens had not
been able to tell if the Voroshk were aware of who we really were.

I said, “The past always comes back.” I waved. Then I told Lady, “I think it
might be a real good idea if we got going now. Their good feelings about us
having taken care of that kid just aren’t going to last.”

“You’ve probably stretched it too long already, showing off.” She started up the
slope. She did not look at all bad in that armor. She set a brisk pace for such
an old gal, too.

Soon all the flying sorcerers were staring uphill, pointing and jabbering at one
another. They seemed to be much more excited about us carrying off their flying
log than they were about us taking the girl. Maybe she was not anyone important.

Or maybe they figured she was old enough to look out for herself.

One of the elders stepped away from that fluttering black crowd. He had a small
book in his hand. He turned a couple of pages, found the one he wanted, ran a
finger along a few lines as he read. A second elder nodded and apparently
repeated what he had to say, with gestured accompaniment. After a moment the
third elder took it up, his gestures similar but not in step with those of the
other two.

“It’s a round,” I told Lady. We had overtaken the slowest of our people. “Row
row row.” I made some gestures myself. “You do anything you’re going to be
sorry.”

The Voroshk all spun, presenting their backs to us.

The flash was so bright it blinded me for a moment. When my sight returned
another of those hundred-legged starfish of brownish-grey smoke had
materialized. This one was not upstairs. This one was right where the shadowgate
had been. Centered right where I had hidden the captured flying post under some
“abandoned” tenting.

“Warned you,” I murmured.

“How did you know?” Lady asked.

“I’m not sure. A hunch, I guess. Uninhibited intuition.”

“They’ve just killed themselves.” There was almost a hint of compassion in her
voice. “They’ll never stop the shadows from flooding through that.”

Some of the Voroshk already recognized the magnitude of the disaster still
unfolding. Black fluttering shapes scattered like roaches suddenly exposed to
the light. Flying posts took to the air, streaked northward so violently that
bits of black cloth ripped off and fluttered down like dark autumn leaves.

The three elders held their positions. They stared our way. I wondered what was
happening inside their heads. Almost certainly not any recognition of the fact
that the disaster was a direct result of the magnitude of Voroshk arrogance. I
have never met one of their kind who would admit any fallibility whatsoever.

I was sure there would be some grand squabbles over where to fix the blame
during the time they had left. Human nature at work.

“What are you thinking?” Lady asked.

I realized that I was no longer moving, that I was just watching the Voroshk
watch me. “Just looking around inside me, trying to figure out why this doesn’t
bother me the way it would have years ago. Why I recognize the pain more easily
now but am not touched by it nearly so much.”

“You know what One-Eye used to say about you? You think too much. He was right.

You don’t have any more obligation to him. Let’s go back to our own world, see
about spanking our little girl and getting my baby sister straightened up.” Her
voice changed severely as her thoughts turned. “One thing I demand. Still.

Narayan Singh. I want him. He’s mine.”

I winced inside my helmet. Poor Narayan. I said, “I still have one thing to do
here.”

“What?” she snapped.

“After those three leave. I have to get Tobo’s friends back.”

She grunted and resumed walking. She had to make sure the road across the plain
could be closed behind us, so that we would not become victims of the explosion,

too.