Tome of the Undergates (60 page)
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Authors: Sam Sykes
What her motive might have been, even she did not know. As he turned and stalked towards her, with an air of calmness that suggested she wouldn’t be able to run far if she tried, she steeled herself. She had issued the challenge, she told herself, and it was her time to stand by it.
‘Hit me.’ He spoke disturbingly softly.
‘What?’ She half-cringed, looking baffled.
‘Here is where you learn to,’ he replied calmly. ‘Hit me as hard as you can.’
An unfamiliar sense of dread befell Asper, a stubborn battle between fear and pride raging inside her. It was never a good idea, in principle, to hit a creature bristling with horns and claws, even if he requested it.
No
, she scolded herself,
stand by the challenge.
No
, she scolded herself,
stand by the challenge.
She simply had not realised when she had issued it how small she stood against his red mass. Nevertheless, with a clench of her teeth, she balled one hand into a fist and launched a swing against the dragonman’s chest.
It struck with a hollow sound, which she, at that moment, swore reverberated like metal. She pulled back not a fist, but a throbbing, swollen red mass of skin and scraped knuckles.
It didn’t even occur to her to moan in pain, nor even to wince, for the moment she glanced up, she spied a tremendous red claw hurtling towards her. The back of his hand connected fiercely with the side of her face and sent her sprawling to the ground, any sound she might have made gone silent against the crack of flesh against bone.
Pressing red hand to red cheek, she sat up slowly and looked at the dragonman, her shock barely visible behind the massive bruise forming upon it.
‘What . . .’ It hurt to speak, so she had to exchange the indignant fury broiling inside her mouth for something more achievable. ‘
Why?
’
Why?
’
‘You hit me.’
‘You told me to!’
‘And what did you learn today?’
Every sound he made diminished her further. His footsteps echoed in her aching jaw, his tail lashing upon the ground made her hand throb all the worse. It was his back, however, turned callously towards her, that caused tears to well in her eyes, that caused her to rise.
Though her right hand had been the one to sting, it was her left arm that tensed so tightly it sent waves of pain rolling into her. That pain consumed all others, giving her the ability to trudge after the dragonman, her arm hanging low like a cudgel. And like a cudgel, spiked and merciless, she could see herself wielding it against him.
His neck looked so tempting then, blending in with her eyes as her vision reddened further with each breath. She could see herself through the crimson, reaching out to grab him, his neck a pulsing red vein that she need merely pinch shut and . . .
‘
No!
’ She clasped her agonised hand to her left arm, the pain blossoming again like a garden. ‘No . . . no. Stop thinking that. It’s not right. Stop it.’ She struck her temple with her red hand. ‘
Stop it!
’
No!
’ She clasped her agonised hand to her left arm, the pain blossoming again like a garden. ‘No . . . no. Stop thinking that. It’s not right. Stop it.’ She struck her temple with her red hand. ‘
Stop it!
’
‘Is that really intelligent?’
She resisted the urge to whirl about before she could wipe the tears from her eyes. Dreadaeleon appeared concerned as he saw her purpling cheek and reddening hand, though not quite as horrified as she thought he should.
‘What happened to
you
?’
you
?’
‘Fight,’ she grumbled, ‘nothing much. Learned something . . . I don’t know. Gariath hit me.’
‘Oh.’
In civilised countries, there would be a call to arms over a man striking a woman. In the quaint culture of adventurers, bludgeoning tended to be more on the unavoidable side of things.
‘It . . . hurts?’ Greenhair was not far behind the boy, tilting her head curiously at the priestess, whose eyelid twitched momentarily.
‘Oh, not at all,’ Asper replied. ‘Having my hand smashed and my jaw cracked seems to have evened out into a nice state of
being in searing pain
.
Of course it hurts, you imbecile!
’ Wincing at her own snap, she held up a hand, wiggling red fingers. ‘It doesn’t seem to be broken . . . I should be fine.’
being in searing pain
.
Of course it hurts, you imbecile!
’ Wincing at her own snap, she held up a hand, wiggling red fingers. ‘It doesn’t seem to be broken . . . I should be fine.’
‘I could assist, if you so desired, Darkeyes.’
Asper had to force herself not to recoil at the suggestion.
She had felt the siren’s song before, when the creature had offered her aid in treating the companions’ injuries. The priestess thanked Talanas that hers were the least serious. The lyrics were more invasive than a scalpel, going far beyond her ears and sinking into her bones. Though she felt bruises soothed and cuts cease their sting, she was forced to fight the urge to tear herself open in a desperate bid to force the song out.
Bandages and salves were slower and sloppier, but they were natural and Talanas’s gifts to His servants.
They’re at least a sight more trustworthy than whatever some fish-woman-thing can spew out
, she thought resentfully. Instead of saying that, however, she merely forced a smile.
They’re at least a sight more trustworthy than whatever some fish-woman-thing can spew out
, she thought resentfully. Instead of saying that, however, she merely forced a smile.
‘I’ll take care of it,’ she replied with a sigh. ‘It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do while the
real
warriors are off . . . warrioring.’
real
warriors are off . . . warrioring.’
‘Warring,’ Dreadaeleon corrected.
‘I knew that, you little . . .’ She trailed off into incoherent mumbling as she began to trudge away. ‘It just needs a splint, a bit of binding. It’ll fix itself in a bit.’
‘You didn’t break it, did you?’
‘First of all, I already said it wasn’t broken.’ She whirled on him with a snarl. ‘And if anyone
did
break it, it would be Gariath.’
did
break it, it would be Gariath.’
‘He hit your hand?’ The boy raised an eyebrow. ‘That seems a tad indirect.’
‘He
broke
it when I hit him in the mass of metal he calls a chest.’
broke
it when I hit him in the mass of metal he calls a chest.’
‘Well, no wonder he hit you.’
‘He
told
me to hit him!’ she roared. ‘And what kind of logic is that, anyway? His fist is the size of my head! How is that at all justified?’
told
me to hit him!’ she roared. ‘And what kind of logic is that, anyway? His fist is the size of my head! How is that at all justified?’
‘Oh . . . um, are you being irrational?’ The boy cringed. ‘Denaos said this might happen while he was gone. And, I mean, you couldn’t have been thinking too clearly to have actually thought hitting Gariath was a good idea.’
‘I could clear your mind, Darkeyes,’ Greenhair offered with a smile, ‘if you so wished.’
She affixed a scowl to both of their heads, her only wish being that she could replace her eyes with a sturdy quarterstaff. Her rage only intensified as they turned, with infuriating symmetry, to look at Irontide, pausing to exchange an encouraging smile.
There was a time, she thought irately, when Dreadaeleon would have withered under her glare. Now, even the scrawniest creature posing as a man put up a defiant face against her. And at that thought, her heart sank into a foetid pool of doubt.
Am I truly so weak
, she asked herself,
that I can’t even intimidate
him
?
, she asked herself,
that I can’t even intimidate
him
?
It would seem so. He stood tall upon the shore, taller than ever before. He stood uncrippled by his previous malady;
A malady that only I could cure. Up until now
, she added, scowling at Greenhair. Beside her, he stood erect, proud and completely oblivious to her best attempts to gnaw on his face with scornful eyes.
A malady that only I could cure. Up until now
, she added, scowling at Greenhair. Beside her, he stood erect, proud and completely oblivious to her best attempts to gnaw on his face with scornful eyes.
‘Look at that.’ He gestured to Irontide with insulting casualness. ‘She . . . it? Whatever hasn’t stopped moving since dawn.’
Asper glanced up and frowned. It was difficult to maintain her anger at the sight of Irontide’s crown; another more loathsome sensation crept over her.
The greater Omen skulked up and down the lines of its lesser parasitic kin like a general inspecting its troops. Of course, Asper admitted, there was no way to tell if the creature was even looking at the others; they were much too far away to make out even the barest detail of features besides the creature’s size.
And yet, the revulsion it emanated was tangible even from the shore. Everything about it was horrible: its ungainly gait, its bobbing head, its messy, angular body. Asper admitted with momentary unabashedness that she would much prefer it to remain far away.
Of course
, she thought with a frown,
Gariath wouldn’t even hesitate to get up and tear its wings off . . . Are those wings or hands?
, she thought with a frown,
Gariath wouldn’t even hesitate to get up and tear its wings off . . . Are those wings or hands?
‘Fascinating, isn’t it?’
Her frown became a deep gash across her face; it appeared that someone else wasn’t at all bashful about the creature’s presence, either.
‘All those Omens,’ Dreadaeleon gestured out to the tower, ‘standing perfectly still.’
‘It’s not like they’ve got anything else to do,’ Asper grunted.
‘They are the vermin of hell, Lorekeeper,’ Greenhair agreed. ‘They bear not the gifts of thought and heart.’
‘We know that much, certainly. But look, they aren’t moping about.’ He glanced at Asper. ‘Recall that, whenever we’ve found them separated from an Abysmyth . . . or should I say
their
Abysmyth, they’ve always looked addled, distraught.’
their
Abysmyth, they’ve always looked addled, distraught.’
‘We’ve only seen that happen once,’ Asper replied.
‘Twice - Gariath said they were acting in such a way when he was disposing of them.’ He paused, licked his lips. ‘I guess I wouldn’t know for certain, though, since apparently no one noticed he had left me for dead at that point.’
‘Perhaps you should thank him.’ She forced acid through her grumble. ‘After all, you found fine company in a sea-trollop. ’
‘Trollop?’ Greenhair tilted her head. ‘That is . . . what you call a shellfish, yes?’
‘It’s some manner of fish, all right,’ Asper seethed.
‘
As I was saying
,’ Dreadaeleon interrupted with a snarl far too fierce for his frame, ‘these particular Omens don’t seem at all bothered by the fact that there isn’t an Abysmyth in sight.’
As I was saying
,’ Dreadaeleon interrupted with a snarl far too fierce for his frame, ‘these particular Omens don’t seem at all bothered by the fact that there isn’t an Abysmyth in sight.’
‘I can appreciate that feeling.’
‘As can we all.’ Dreadaeleon nodded. ‘But consider the events of this morning when I lured them away with my glamer.’
Asper nodded grimly, remembering the situation all too vividly.
The larger parasite had reacted swiftly, hurling itself off the tower with a piercing wail. Echoed by its lesser kin, the shriek tainted sky and sea as they descended in a stream of white feathers and bulbous eyes upon the illusory blood-stain Dreadaeleon had cast upon the sea.
She winced, recalling the even louder scream when they discovered it was false. Far too late to even notice Lenk and the others slipping in, they had simply returned to the battlements, where they now roosted.
‘They followed the big one,’ Asper muttered, ‘like ducklings following their mother.’
‘I was going to compare them to lemmings, but your analogy might be better.’ Dreadaeleon grinned. ‘At any rate, the greater Omen seems to act as a substitute for the Abysmyths, if you will, giving orders in place of them.’ He tapped his cheek thoughtfully. ‘Though they don’t seem that much brighter than the small ones, do they?’
‘Not especially, no.’ She glanced at him. ‘I suspect you have a reason for thinking about this?’
‘While knowledge is its own reward, I do. If the big one gives the orders, then it stands to reason that we can effectively render all those little ones a moot issue.’ He extended a single finger out towards the tower, aiming it at the greater Omen, and grinned. ‘Zap.’
‘That’s . . . actually not bad.’ Asper felt slightly frustrated at having to compliment the boy, but nodded appreciatively regardless. ‘Cut off the head and the body falls. If it was that simple, the way for Lenk and the others would be clear.’
‘Right.’ Dreadaeleon nodded. ‘If they come out.’
‘
When
they come out,’ she snapped. Turning back to the tower, she bit her lower lip. ‘The trick, then, would be to kill the big one before it could reach them.’ She glanced him over appraisingly. ‘Could you hit it from here?’
When
they come out,’ she snapped. Turning back to the tower, she bit her lower lip. ‘The trick, then, would be to kill the big one before it could reach them.’ She glanced him over appraisingly. ‘Could you hit it from here?’
‘If I could, I would have done so.’ He shook his head. ‘No, I’m assuming that Lenk is a quick enough swimmer that he could draw it close enough for me to plant a lightning bolt in its face.’
‘Lightning—’
‘It’s the only thing accurate enough to hit from such a distance.’
‘Of course . . . you realise that lightning and water aren’t precisely the best of friends.’
‘Well . . . I mean, yeah.’ He straightened up. ‘Of course I know that. If I can figure out how to throw lightning out of my damn hands, I can figure out
that
.’ He cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure. ‘Naturally, there might be some collateral damage, but—’
that
.’ He cleared his throat, attempting to maintain his composure. ‘Naturally, there might be some collateral damage, but—’
‘There is no good way for you to end that thought.’
‘Listen, the overall objective is to get the tome, isn’t it?’ He glanced to Greenhair, who offered a weak nod. ‘Right, so, even if something
does
go wrong, so long as we can remove the greater Omen as a threat, we can fish the tome out of the water at our leisure.’ He turned a nervous glance to Asper. ‘Or rather, you could.’
does
go wrong, so long as we can remove the greater Omen as a threat, we can fish the tome out of the water at our leisure.’ He turned a nervous glance to Asper. ‘Or rather, you could.’
‘What?’ Her tone was teetering between incredulous and furious.
‘It’s only fair. I’m the one who has to kill the thing.’
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