From Darkness Won (48 page)

Do you see the tanniyn?
the duchess asked.

Achan turned back toward the gate and searched the grey waves. At first he saw nothing. The waves seemed rougher here
t
han on the coast of Sitna. Then, like a thread pulling through fabric, a dark loop ran through the water until the tip of a tentacle sank beneath the waves.

Is it like a big fish?
Achan stared at the place he’d seen it, then scanned the surrounding water for where it might appear next. He had seen drawings of tanniyns, but no two were the same. Some resembled chams with the body of a fish. Some looked like fish. Some water snakes.

Duchess Amal tugged him closer.
I will take you to it.

They soared over the sea. The sunlight shone on the glassy surface, reflecting the clouds above. Achan and the duchess were invisible and produced not even a shadow.

There!
Duchess Amal pulled Achan to the right.

This time he saw a greenish-grey body spin through the waves. Keeled scales roughened the skin and darkened its appearance until smoothing out into three separate tails.

It has three tails?

Duchess Amal smiled, her ivory skin greyed by the water behind her misty form.
Do not panic. It cannot see us or hurt us while we are in the Veil.

She dove into the water, dragging Achan along. The water instantly cooled him, though that was probably an illusion provided by his mind. Everything darkened.

See there?
Duchess Amal’s hair and gown floated up around her. She pointed behind Achan.

He spun around just as a dark shadow swam toward him, a maw flashing four large fangs with dozens of spiked teeth between them.

The tanniyn swam past. Its head and long neck resembled a snake attached to the body of a massive lizard. Instead of legs or a tail, it had five long tentacles. Its head was brown, but its
s
kin was spotted brown and white. It was ten times as large as the cham bear that had attacked Achan.

Had Achan been in his physical body, he would have blacked out from forgetting to breathe.

I sense the presence of a bloodvoicer,
the duchess said.

Achan concentrated on the beast, detecting the faint pressure of a wall around its mind.
I sense shields. How can you tell they are from a man?

An animal is incapable of shielding its mind.

Right.
Shall we storm the influencer now?

We wait for Sir Gavin’s order. He is expecting my report.

Duchess Amal gripped Achan’s arm, and they floated out of the sea and back to shore.

Sir Gavin Lukos.

As they flew over Esek’s army, Achan opened his mind to Sir Gavin. Duchess Amal was relaying what they saw from their positions, the numbers of the enemy, and the location of the tanniyn.

Your assistance is most appreciated, my lady
, Sir Gavin said.
Are you there, Your Highness?

Aye.

You and Duchess Amal will storm the mages who are conjuring spells. Once you take them down, we’ll know how many we’re really dealing with. Prince Oren will help.

Achan glanced at the gate. His uncle was in the Veil?
But what about the tanniyn?

Leave it until it becomes a problem,
Sir Gavin said.
The
mages
are the bigger threat at the moment.

Didn’t you say there were two tanniyn?

Aye, there were. If you didn’t see a second, perhaps they moved it closer to Mahanaim.

Come, Your Highness
,
Duchess Amal said.
Let us have another lesson in storming, shall we?

Achan followed Duchess Amal back over the enemy ranks. The black knights were evenly spaced along the back line. They wore their black painted wooden masks over their faces, so Achan had no guess who they might be.

A knock came to Achan.
Prince Oren Hadar.

Achan opened his mind.
Where are you, Uncle?

Floating atop the end of the drawbridge.

Achan flew that way, and soon could make out his uncle’s shimmering form just where he said he’d be. Achan had his uncle’s height, blue eyes, and dark hair, though Prince Oren’s had some grey in it.

Prince Oren smiled.
You look well, my boy. I see Caleb is dressing you in the latest fashions.

Aye, Arman forbid I wear a red cloak like everyone else.

Prince Oren chuckled.
I understand how you feel.

Duchess Amal floated up beside Achan.
Good day to you, Prince Oren. How would you like to proceed?

What say I start on the far left, you start on the right, and Achan takes the middle? Do not let the green light touch you,
Nephew.
It can harm your physical body.

How can their magic touch me in the Veil?

Because they wield dark magic,
Prince Oren said
. Sir Gavin is ready for us. On my command.
He floated off the end of the drawbridge and down the left of the enemy line.

Duchess Amal also floated away. Achan let himself drift down over the center of the line of black knights. He sought out Silvo Hamartano’s slicked-back hair but didn’t see it.

The sight of all those black knights and soldiers twisted Achan’s stomach. He recalled Duchess Amal’s words about
s
torming. Combine your push with the element of surprise. Combine your push with the element of—

Now!
Prince Oren yelled.

Achan dove toward the nearest black knight, focused on the shields around his mind, and pushed. His hands made contact as he soared past. He twisted around to see the black knight’s physical body crumple to the dirt road. The vague image of the black knight’s mind soared back and vanished through the drawbridge.

Achan glanced down at the end of the line in time to see Prince Oren—without even moving—send the mind from a black knight up into the sky as if tossing a pebble.

Pig snout. Achan had forgotten to throw his man. Should he chase him down and fling him as Prince Oren had done? And how did Prince Oren do such a thing without even making contact? This man was a true Veil warrior.

A green fireball shot past Achan’s shoulder. He glanced down in time to see a black knight staring up at him.

How does he see me?

Move, Your Highness,
Duchess Amal yelled.
Now!

Achan zipped toward the drawbridge, hoping to pass through it and hide, but the moment he did, he came face to face with his first foe, hovering over the water.

The black knight punched Achan, sending him right back through the drawbridge. He flew backwards, passed through a person’s body, and slowed just above the ground right in front of the physical black knight who could see him.

Râbah yârad!
The knight opened his mouth. A green spear shot out like an arrow and grazed Achan’s right ear. Fire blazed on the side of his head, and he cried out.

Your Highness?
Prince Oren called.
What is happening?

Achan fled. He flew through the stone walls of the garrison house. Light vanished as he entered the musty interior, until another green ball of fire shot over his head. He zipped through the building and out the other side.
The green fire burned my ear. Now he is chasing me somehow.

Wake, Your Highness,
the duchess said.
It is the fastest way to escape. Return in another location and try again.

Achan tensed. Wake? But he had failed to—

Another green ball of fire shot toward his torso. Just before it hit, a shake of his arm brought him back to his body. He opened his eyes to see Shung standing over him. The right side of Achan’s head smarted. Something stank. Bitter, like burned wool.

“Little Cham listens too slow to please Shung. Duchess Amal said wake. Yet Little Cham waits to be killed.”

“Thank you for keeping close watch.” Achan touched his tender ear. His hair felt crusty and short. His fingers came away bloody. He sat up and swung his legs to the ground in one motion. “Is my ear bad?”

Shung grunted. “Part gone. Hair too.”

Achan stared at his bloody fingers. “Gone?”

Shung walked to the end of the wagon and withdrew a length of linen from a basket. “Green fire ate it, no doubt. Let’s wrap head before Little Cham returns to battle.”

“Hurry.” Achan gritted his teeth as Shung worked. His ear throbbed, and pressing it against his head didn’t ease the discomfort. When Shung finished, Achan lay back and returned to the Veil.

He found himself in the spot where Sir Gavin had been. Only Sir Gavin was no longer in the same location.

Achan shot into the sky to get a better view. Black and red capes swirled below in a mêlée. Achan was pleased to see a
g
reat deal more red moving than black. Maybe some had been apparitions conjured by the black knights. He floated slowly toward the gate, taking in the scene. Two orbs still hovered in the sky. His connection to the others was still open.
Duchess Amal? Prince Oren?

Your Highness! Are you well?
Duchess Amal’s voice had never sounded so rushed and intense.

My ear was damaged, but I can hear fine.

Praise Arman,
Prince Oren said.
Come. Sir Gavin’s men have reached the drawbridge. Two black knights remain, and we must keep the chams at bay.

Achan floated toward the battle.
What should I do?

Storm the chams on the east. Duchess Amal will stop the chams on the west. I will finish the black knights.

Achan slowed until he was ten paces from the nearest cham. He clutched the claw at his neck and simply stared at the beast, never having seen one in daylight. It was twice the size of any full-grown bear. A tendril of smoke rose up from its nostrils. Its mouth of fangs made Achan’s shoulder ache where a different cham’s teeth had once bit down.

The wall around the bear’s mind sent a chill over him. Achan pushed against it. His force paused, as if the man influencing the cham had placed all his shield power in one location. Achan pulled back, then darted forward in a new location. The shields caught him again. So he focused all his strength in one place as well and pushed through. The man’s shields tore like a tapestry that suddenly gave way.

Now that Achan had breached the shields, he threw the influencer’s mind from the cham as easily as knocking a child from a haystack in a game of mountain king. The cham shook its head like a wet dog, then sank on its forearms and brushed
a
paw at the bridle on its face. It turned its head and roared, sending a burst of flame that just missed the rider.