Soldiers Live (56 page)

The Voroshk World:

Stronghold Rhuknavr
The Voroshk shadowgate was being watched from the other side. Shukrat’s uncles
hoped she would find her way home, too, and they were eager to obtain another
breeder.

We did not work hard to avoid being discovered by the watchers. But we did come
by night and Shukrat did leak some of her most unusual companions through to
distract the sentries.

Tobo did not stint when he gave her Unknown Shadows to help her out in her
adventures down this way. Unlike when he gave me those two wanna-be ravens that
were never around and had not been seen now in months. He assigned her some of
the biggest, the darkest, the smartest, that would stand by her and do what she
said.

The Black Hounds darted around and over the two watchers, keeping them from
flying just long enough for us to get through the shadowgate and add ourselves
to the equation. Shukrat was able to put them both to sleep despite the state of
high excitement the Unknown Shadows had aroused.

In moments we understood why.

“They’re just kids!” I said, while undressing one. “This one can’t be more than
eleven or twelve.”

The one Shukrat stripped was even younger. “These two are the youngest Tologev
brothers. Somebody really is desperate if he’s sending kids this young out alone
when there’re still shadows roaming around.”

I thought that was just fine. The thinner the Voroshk were spread, the better.

The two boys we left behind, up in trees for their own safety. We confiscated
their posts and clothing.

It was a long flight. We did not show ourselves during the day. Along the way
Shukrat showed me the ruins of Khatovar. I did not feel inclined to explore. I
did not have time. There were changes going on inside me. I had to hold them off
until I got Arkana free.

The white crow mocked me and accused me of cheating on Lady. She refused to
believe I was not. I no longer argued. She was still bitter because she had not
been able to take me away from her sister.

Arkana was being held in a minor Voroshk fortress called Rhuknavr. We flew in
low, to within a mile, then awaited midnight while floating high up in the tops
of trees that were old when Khatovar fell. We put out a dozen shadowtraps
Shukrat had crafted according to Shivetya’s instructions. Once she released the
Unknown Shadows, though, the traps were not necessary.

At my insistence Shukrat made doubly sure that the Unknown Shadows clearly
understood we were about to butt heads with people who had considerable
experience dealing with creatures of darkness. Their advantage over the killer
shadows was that they were not just driven clumps of hunger and hatred. They
were cunning and wicked and able to reason, although unfortunately weak on the
concept of cooperation.

I asked Shukrat, “You think we might have better luck in the daytime, after
everybody inside there relaxes?”

“They’re not that alert. They haven’t had an incident here for a long time.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do. Now that I’m close enough to feel them.” Meaning, probably, that she
was hiding the whispers of the Unknown Shadows already.

“Uhm? Are you close enough for them to feel you?”

“No. Because I’m alone. And because I’m dressed. And because they aren’t trying
to feel for me.”

“I see.” If it was not our unseen associates it must be something like the way I
had begun to sense Shivetya. “Bird. Pay attention.” It was not my intent to
waste any resource. The white crow was a valuable resource. “So where is my
other baby, Shukrat? Be as exact as you can because my feathered friend needs to
know how to get there to tell her that we’re coming and she should be ready to
go.”

The crow squawked like it had just found a snake raiding its nest. It protested
so vigorously that the surrounding night fell into an uneasy silence.

“Good for you nobody in these parts would recognize Taglian. What’s the big
squawk? You infiltrated how many places at other times?”

The crow continued to mutter something to the effect of, that was different. The
difference mainly being whose idea the infiltration was. She understood that I
was getting real thick with Shivetya, though, and the golem might have a great
deal to say about whether or not she ever got out of the cave of the ancients.

Once she got the frustration worked out she was ready to go.

I had Shukrat describe the interior of Rhuknavr the best she could. Which was
not that well. She had not been there in ten years. The crow would have to
locate Arkana on her own. Shukrat could not pin her down.

I said, “You just tell her we’re coming and she should be ready. And, if she can
manage it, she might put a sleep spell on anybody near enough to touch.”

The crow left. We waited. I stared at the sky. I found this one far stranger
than that of the Land of Unknown Shadows. There was no large moon here,

apparently. At least none tonight nor during the nights I spent here before. But
there were scores of little ones, the biggest maybe a fifth the size of my own.

All the moons seemed terribly busy, scampering hither and yon. When I mentioned
them to Shukrat she began telling me about her world’s unique breed of
astrology, which relied upon the motions of all those moons. Even after ages of
study those moons still presented the occasional surprise.

“Once, when I was little, two of them banged off of each other. None of the
others have moved quite the same way since. And it rained down pieces for years.

Only about a hundred miles from here there’s a place where a really big piece
hit. I was at Junkledesag, which is over that way another eighty miles, and it
was still awful. There were earthquakes and noise like the end of the world.

There was a fire in the sky that took all night to fade away. It was like when
one of the rheitgeistiden explodes, only a million times worse. It knocked a
huge hole in the ground. Now the hole is kind of a lake.”

The white crow dropped out of the night. “Ready.”

“Easier than you expected, eh?”

The bird grunted sullenly.

“Show us the way, Fearless Feathered Explorer.”

The next stage was anticlimactic. Only three or four actual Voroshk occupied
Rhuknavr. In behavior so human I do not know why I did not foresee it, a small
faction of survivors were concealing Arkana’s return from the rest. For what
little advantage controlling a viable breeder gave.

We left our posts nuzzling the fortress beside an unglazed hall-end window. The
interior was too tight for flight. The crow showed the way to Arkana’s chamber.

There were no bars anywhere but there was a sleeping, non-Voroshk sentry slumped
on a stool in the hallway. There had been a pretense that Arkana was a guest.

The girl jumped on me the moment we entered. “I knew you’d come.”

“Did you?”

“I hoped you would. All right? I’m sorry. I was stupid. I just wanted . . . I
had to . . . Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Why not save your talking until we’re out of here? The point of sending the
bird ahead was so you’d be ready.” The critter named flapped out the room’s one
small window.

She grabbed odds and ends. Not much. “I don’t know where my rheitgeistide and
shefsepoke are.”

“We brought something for you. Let’s go.”

All went well until we were sliding out the window. Then a child, rubbing sleep
from her eyes, wandered into the hallway, presumably disturbed by some sound.

She stared for a moment, then folded, touched by a sleep spell from one of the
girls.

Nothing happened immediately. But in time the child would tell somebody. Unless
she had a habit of sleepwalking.

Comfortably aloft and heading south, I asked Arkana, “Are you pregnant?”

She took no offense. “No. They hadn’t worked out who got to be first. Though
every time I turned around somebody was trying to sneak in. Like they thought I
couldn’t possibly resist them. I passed out enough bruises that even Gromovol
would’ve figured out that that kind of shit could get somebody hurt—but these
guys were real optimists.”

She had been hanging out with the right people to learn how to sucker a guy who
thought girls ought to be easy prey. I said, “I guess we can thank some god for
that small favor.”

“You can thank Arkana for not putting up with their shit.”

“That’s my delicate flower.”

Soon after sunrise Shukrat spotted seven or eight protean black dots bobbing in
the air far behind us. “They’re chasing us, Pop.”

I checked. “We climb up a little higher, we’ll be able to stay far enough
ahead.”

The girls agreed. But Arkana added, “There weren’t that many of the Family at
Rhuknavr. They must’ve sent for help from Junkledesag or Drasivrad. There aren’t
but fifteen or sixteen of the Family left alive.”

I said, “Just in case they do start pressing us, do either of you have an
objection to more of them getting hurt?”

Arkana gave me an unhappy look. Despite our hours aloft she was not yet fully
clad in apparel taken from one of the boy sentries at the gate. Getting dressed
is hard to do when you are riding one of those posts and staying out of sight by
skimming the treetops. Not to mention that before she started changing she had
to convince the clothing that it now belonged to her, not the boy from the
shadowgate. “How do you expect to manage that, Pop?” She sounded suspicious. And
rightly so.

“Same way I got Kina. But you’ll have to name me names.” I had the First
Father’s book with me. I had taught myself enough of the Voroshk language to use
the codes to blow those guys out of the sky. If I knew who I was turning into a
cloud of dust.

“Don’t do that. Not if you don’t have to.”

I gave it a moment. Then, “If you can forgive them, then I can.”

“They never really did anything to me.”

They would have but I did not belabor the point. Both of these kids were too
forgiving and too understanding for their own good. Those guys back there would
have done a whole lot of ugly to both of them, given the chance. I know those
kind of guys. I have been those kind of guys.

Just for my own pleasure, privately, when the girls were not paying attention, I
tripped the codes that would kill Arkana’s post. We were too far from Rhuknavr
for me to tell if it worked. I hoped not, now. Because after I did it I
remembered the sleepy little girl in the hallway.

She would haunt me for a while.

It was closer than it really needed to be, us getting through the shadowgate
ahead of trouble. The key gave me some grief, probably because I was in too much
of a hurry.

“Now what?” Shukrat asked once we were safe from the men and naked boys cursing
us from the other side of the barrier.

I said, “I guess you two can go back to the army. I’m going to stay here. On the
plain. With Shivetya. There’s a job I’ve got to do. A promise I have to keep.”

Nobody spoke again until we were close to the fortress with no name. Then
Shukrat asked, “What about Lady?”

“If she’s in good enough health you can bring her down here to me and I’ll do
what I can to help her. If she’s not, leave her the fuck alone. Her main problem
is she’s got to heal herself.”

Both girls looked at me like I was some really stinky monster that had just
popped up in the middle of a bunny farm ripping the fur out of cute and tender
throats.

“Look, I love my wife just one whole hell of a lot. There isn’t any way I can
explain it to you. But the fact is, love her is about all I can do. She’s
insane. By any standard but her own. And there’s nothing I can do to change
that. If you were familiar with the Annals you would know that.”

Arkana sneered. “You don’t ever give up, do you?”

She caught me off balance that time. “Actually, no. I wasn’t thinking about
finding somebody to keep the Annals. I was trying to clarify my relationship
with my wife.”

But did I know what that was myself? Even after all these years? Possibly more
important, did she have any idea?

All that seemed to matter less and less as we drew closer to the fortress with
no name.

Fortress with No Name:

Putting the Pen Down
I stood before the golem Shivetya, basking in his mild impatience. I was
impatient myself. But the distractions of the world still had their hold on me.

That part of Gunni philosophy is solidly founded. Before you can achieve more
than the lowest possible order of spiritual focus you have to learn to put all
worldly distractions aside. All of them. Right now. Never mind what. Otherwise
there will always be that one more critical thing that just absolutely has to be
handled before you can move forward.

My one more thing was Lady. My wife. Who continued to wobble on the brink of the
abyss without ever quite slipping over. To me it was evident that the missing
medicine now was any will to battle on. And the white crow agreed with me.

“Let me work on her,” the bird told me. “Ten minutes and I’ll have her so pissed
off she’ll melt mountains trying to get close enough to spank me.”

“No doubt. But I like things the way they are. Except for how long it’s taking.”

Suvrin seemed to be taking forever making any headway coming south. Though he
was covering ground much faster than we had headed north. Nobody was trying to
slow him down.

I whiled my time exploring the expansive wonders of Shivetya’s memories—but
avoiding those including Khatovar. Khatovar was a dessert I meant to save until
there were no distractions at all. Khatovar was a special treat for a time when
every flavor could be savored.

Eventually, I yielded to the inevitable and sent the girls to bring Lady to me.

Maybe my big pal on the wooden throne could give me a hint or two how to goose
her into getting going again.

The Nef appeared almost as soon as the girls popped out of the hole in the roof.

They were in a black humor, eager for a fight, and because I could not
communicate with them my mood soon turned just as dark. I hunted up One-Eye’s
spear. If it could handle a Goddess it ought to be able to polish off three
obnoxious, nagging spooks.

Shivetya stopped me. He could communicate with the Nef. He indicated that he
would calm them down with an explanation of what we were doing here. His
liberation would not sentence them to extinction. In fact, they were about to
enter a new phase of existence. They were going to get work maintaining the
glittering plain. There were scores of odd jobs and cleanups that needed special
attention.

Shivetya and I were now so connected I could see the plain in my mind almost at
will and the rest of the world, through his eyes, with only a little more
effort. For a while I watched the girls race northward, each occasionally
finding a moment to have fun flying.

I slept for a few hours. Or a week. When I awakened I picked up a lamp and
walked over to the throne. I carried One-Eye’s spear under my other arm, on the
bad hand side. Shivetya and I stared at each other for a while.

“Is it time?” I asked. And, “You think we’re ready to manage without the
daggers, now? Yeah? Just one more little thing, then. I need to leave a note for
my girls.” That turned into a letter. Trust the Annalist to go on and on.

A very clear thought. Have you finished now? Are you certain you are done?

“It’s time.”

My bridesmaids, the Nef, drifted in out of the darkness. They seemed more
substantial than ever before. They like me just fine, now.

I am putting the pen down.