“You said you were going to tell us how to survive in a Blight.” This came from Jaethro, the man who had almost started a fight in the bar last night. “You going to get on with that?”
“It’s simple,” said Kormak. “Drink nothing you find there. Eat nothing either. We take food and water with us, and we keep it sealed in bottles and skins until we need to use it. When we get out we wash ourselves and we burn everything we took in with us, unless I tell you different.”
“Why?”
“Because the Shadow will cling to most anything that passes through its land. It will be in the plants. It will be in the beasts that eat the plants. It will be in the beasts that eat those beasts. It will be in the water. And the Shadow changes anything that it touches.”
Some of the men grinned mockingly but some nodded agreement. “I can see some of you know what I am talking about. You’ve seen creatures warped and mad and behaving unnaturally. You’ve seen trees twisted out of shape. Unless you want to see the same thing happen to yourselves, you’ll heed what I say.”
“And what if we don’t?”
“If I find any of you are tainted, I will kill you.” He kept his voice absolutely neutral but he saw some of them flinch.
Kormak raised up his hand. “I want you to understand this— if I do kill you I will be doing you a favour. I will be saving you from the warping of body, mind and spirit. I will be saving you from becoming a twisted Shadowbrood changeling, a madman who would kill and betray his loved ones, whose soul will be consigned to eternal torments. I have seen these things happen. I don’t want it to happen to you.”
Something in his tone must have convinced them for they fell silent and when he stopped speaking a bunch of them shuffled forward, most with the worried looks on their faces of men who had been told that they might have the plague.
“How did it go?” Grogan asked. He checked the sky. The sun said it was noon and the day was wasting away. He wanted to be under way, but he was thorough and he was careful.
Kormak watched the last of the rangers go. He had spoken the words of the Sun’s prayer over them and touched them on the forehead with his Elder Sign amulet, which would burn anyone sufficiently saturated with the Shadow.
“No one is ready to turn purely from being possessed by the spirit of the Shadow,” Kormak said.
“Then why do you sound so unhappy.”
“A man can be a long way from that and still follow the Shadow in his mind. I would need to question these men for a long time before I am absolutely sure,” Kormak said.
“And we don’t have the time. You think it’s likely that some of them have been turned?”
“These are the ones who came forward. I’d say they wanted to know, which means they are the least likely.”
“You think any real traitor would not come forward. Is it possible that he might just to throw off suspicion?”
Kormak nodded.
“I don’t like the idea of heading out into the deep woods with some Shadowbrood in the company.”
“Not much we can do about it, is there? Unless you want us to do this on our own.”
“You’re good with that sword, best I ever saw and that’s a fact, and I am good with a bow, none better in the Settlements if I say so myself, but we’re not up to taking a warband of elves by ourselves.”
“I am not sure thirty men would be any better.”
“You’d be surprised what thirty men can do from ambush if they are the right men.”
Kormak had seen enough battles to know the damage a small force could do to a larger one if it attacked unexpectedly.
“You really think we’re going to be able to sneak up on elves in a forest?”
“We’re going to find out, aren’t we?” said Grogan.
“I guess we are,” said Kormak. “Let’s be about it.”
The hunters gathered together on the riverbank. They had assembled waterbags, wineskins and bags full of jerky and waybread. They had taken Kormak at his word and he was glad. Normally there was always someone who felt called on to show his independence but not this time. These men understood that their lives and more were at stake.
Kormak helped push the canoe out and then climbed in. He did not paddle. The woodsmen were used to it and knew better than he what to do, instead he kept his eyes peeled and kept the crossbow he had borrowed from Grogan at the ready.
Grogan was doing the same in his canoe although he held a bow in his hand. Three more canoes were strung out along the river. They found the place the scouts had marked for landing. Not even elves could move with so many captives without leaving a trail. Great trees overhung the river here, casting it into shadow. Large bushes came all the way down to the water’s edge. It was a good spot for an ambush and all too easy to imagine hostile alien eyes watching them.
They came ashore on the other side and dragged the canoes up out of the water, leaving them overturned beneath bushes, covered in leaves and branches against a casual search. The men moved quickly, easily and with the care of warriors who had done this sort of thing before. More scouts set out to make contact with the advance party, and returned when it was done, then the whole group started fanning out along the trail, weapons ready. Kormak stayed close to Grogan, moving with no less stealth than the men surrounding him, despite his heavier armour. The crossbow felt heavy and unfamiliar in his hands but he kept it ready to fire.
The woods on this side of the river were darker, denser and more twisted than those in the Settlements. The older and taller trees were least affected by the power of the Shadow but even they were more stooped than they ought to have been, with blotched leaves and strange faintly luminescent mushrooms growing amid their boles. The younger trees were twisted as if their limbs had been tortured on a rack, their bark was rougher, darker and seemed to have strange runes marked right into it. Around the smaller trees were more blighted bushes. Small things scuttled through the undergrowth and branches, shy and scared and nervous. There were no birds at all.
Kormak pulled his wraithstone amulet from beneath his tunic. Along with his Elder Signs it was one of his greatest protections against the power of the Shadow. Already a small thread of oily darkness writhed through the milk white heart of the stone. It was doing what it was supposed to do, absorbing the taint of Shadow, but, given how strong the Blight was here, he wondered how much longer it could continue to do so.
“Bad,” said Grogan. There was a note of question in his voice. He spoke softly in a tone that would not carry far. Kormak replaced the amulet beneath his tunic.
“It will get a lot worse as we move towards the Shadowheart,” said Kormak, matching his manner of speech. It reminded him of times they had fought together on night raids during the Orc War.
Grogan spat. “What sort of people would choose to live in this?”
“You’d be surprised,” said Kormak. “I’ve seen villages in the middle of blights. Many of the people looked normal but they were cannibals and worse…”
“You’ve led an interesting life since the war.” Grogan had dropped into the easy loping pace of the wood’s runner. Kormak kept pace beside him. “Me— my life had to get interesting just as I am feeling my age. Hunting Shadow-maddened elves in a blighted forest is not how I planned on spending my old age.”
“You’re not old,” Kormak said.
“For around here I am; woodrunners don’t always live to a great age.”
“Well, watch your step if you want to live to get much older.”
CHAPTER FOUR
GROGAN PAUSED FOR a moment, looked down, stooped and rose with something in his hand. They had been following the trail for hours now and the forest was getting more and more shadowy. “Woman’s brooch, dropped here. Looks like we’re on the right trail sure enough.”
“Think she left it deliberately?” Kormak glanced over his shoulder. Once again, he had the sense of being watched. He trusted his instincts enough to pay attention. Something about the way Grogan’s eyes flickered to the undergrowth told him that the ranger was feeling that way too.
“If she had her wits about her. They must be praying someone will come looking for them. I shudder to think what those elves will do with their prisoners.”
“Slaves?”
“Never heard of elves taking or selling slaves, not until the Weaver came along.”
Another thought crossed Kormak’s mind. “Sacrifices. There’s a lot of power in offering blood and souls when you’re working magic.”
“The thought had crossed my mind. Never heard of elves working Shadow magic either.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Something’s very wrong around here.”
“Yes,” said a soft voice from nearby. Kormak looked around and saw the elf girl standing there. Somehow she had slipped through the cordon of watchful hunters and come across them. She held her bow in her hand but the arrow was pointing towards the ground.
“I wondered when you were going to show yourself,” said Grogan. If he was daunted by the elf’s sudden appearance he gave no sign of it. He looked over at Kormak. “She’s been stalking us for the past couple of minutes.”
“Let’s hope none of her kin have been,” said Kormak.
She laughed quietly. “The Lost are no kin of mine. They are no kin to anyone anymore.”
“She’s Kayoga,” Grogan said. “The ones who attacked last night were Mayasha.”
“The Mayasha are gone. A Shadow has fallen between them and the sun. Their tree herds rot. Their Elder is dead. They follow their new-old god now and it leads them down a rotting path into darkness.”
“Why are you here, Speardancer?” Grogan asked.
“I am here to tell you to turn back. Your people are worse than dead. You will be too if you follow this path to its bitter end.”
“You saw the prisoners die?” Kormak said.
She shook her head. “I know what will happen to them and you cannot stop it. Best you flee this place. Best you raise your war-banners and summon the Armies of the Morning. The Shadow rules here and it will take the strength of Nations to oppose it.”
Kormak heard steps coming closer turned and saw Jaethro; his jaw gaped, he opened his mouth to shout. When Kormak turned to look back for the elf, she was gone.
“What was that?” Jaethro asked.
“We were talking to the ghost,” said Grogan.
“She tell you anything interesting?”
“To turn back.”
“An elf would tell you that.”
“Jaethro!”
“Yes, Grogan.”
“If you see the ghost again, don’t kill her. Tell the others. She’s not our enemy.”
“You sure of that?”
“Sure as I am of you.”
Jaethro shrugged. “Will do. I can’t say what the others will do though.”
“Just spread the word,” Grogan said. “And what did you want?”
“Found some more bodies up ahead. They are not pretty. You’ll want to take a look at them though.”
Once Jaethro had moved ahead Grogan spoke.
“What did you think of the elf?” Grogan asked.
“She was convincing,” said Kormak.
“Yes,” said Grogan, “and if she was with the spiderfolk, she would just have put an arrow in us instead of telling us to run, so I am inclined to believe her.”
“You think we should retreat?”
“Do you?”
Kormak shook his head. “Not while there’s a chance that some of the captives are still alive.”
Grogan nodded grimly. “That’s what I thought you would say.”
The bodies belonged to a woman and a teenage boy. They had been staked out and Kormak had guessed the spiders had been set on them. There were lumps in the flesh.
“Why the hell did they do this?” Jaethro asked. “Why drag someone all this way and kill them here.”
“Maybe as a warning to the others,” said Grogan. “Or maybe they just wanted some fun. Who can tell what the elves will do? They don’t think like us.”
Kormak bent down and sliced the flesh on one of the lumps open with his knife. He pulled out a small, hard leathery object form beneath the skin. It was faintly translucent and in it something squirmed.
“An egg,” he said. The hardened woodsmen standing close turned pale.
“They killed Marla and Toni and let their pets lay eggs in them?”
“Gives them something to eat when they hatch,” said Kormak. “I’ve seen other things do this.”
“Means they must be expecting those things to hatch pretty soon,” said Grogan.
Kormak crushed the egg beneath his heel. It took some effort. “This one won’t.”
“We can’t dig out all the eggs,” said Grogan. “It would take too long. And if we burn the corpses it will give away our position.”
“We can’t just leave them here,” said Jaethro. Kormak took the corpses’ heads off with his blade, then chopped them in two. The woodsmen looked at him appalled.
“We’re in a Shadowblight here,” said Kormak. “We don’t want them rising.”
“Shallow grave, pile some stones on them, and then we move on,” said Grogan. “We need to worry more about the living.”
Jaethro summoned a couple of the other woodsmen to give him a hand, the rest of them moved off.
“This is just getting worse, and worse,” Grogan said. “You think that’s why they’ve been kidnapping people, as food for the pet spider’s babies? I tell you if I get my hands on this Weaver I am going to carve her up with my knife. An arrow is too good for her.”
Kormak could tell that Grogan was shaken. Maybe he was getting old, after all. “If we meet her, kill her any way you can, if you get the chance.”
“I’ll settle for just getting our people out,” said Grogan. Kormak was starting to think that they might have to settle for just getting themselves out but he kept that to himself. The sense of watchfulness all around them intensified. He took a deep breath and extended his senses as far as he could, the way he had been taught by his masters in the Fortress Monastery on Mount Aethelas. He sensed nothing, but that did not make him feel any easier.
“Let’s go,” said Grogan. Warily Kormak followed him.
“What is it?” Grogan asked. Kormak put his hand on his breast. The Elder Sign beneath his tunic was getting warmer. It only did that in the presence of magic. He studied their surroundings closely. The trees were even more warped. The insects were bigger and strangely distorted. Glowing fungus reached the height of his knees.