The Sorceress (51 page)

Palamedes’ smooth black armor grew over his body and he dragged his enormous claymore sword off his shoulder
and positioned himself in front of the twins. Gilgamesh silently reached over and pulled the curved shamshir sword from the knight’s belt. “Where’s the Alchemyst?” Palamedes demanded.

“I can smell mint,” Sophie said quickly, breathing deeply. The distinctive odor permeated the night air. She was aware of the solid thumping of her heart, but even though she knew what was outside, she was not frightened. They had defeated the Archon once already, and that was before they had the Magic of Water.

“That light is the same color as Nicholas’s aura,” Josh added. “He must be outside.”

“We need to get out,” Palamedes said urgently, “we can’t be trapped in here.” He turned and launched himself at a wall. Rotten wood gave way in a burst of splinters, sending him crashing out into the field.

“Go!” Gilgamesh shouted, catching Sophie’s arm and pushing her through the ragged opening ahead of him. “Josh, come on!”

Josh was turning to follow when the barn doors were ripped off their hinges. Cernunnos ducked its head to peer into the barn, only its huge rack of antlers preventing it from coming through the doorway. The beautiful face smiled and the voice buzzed and trembled in Josh’s head. “So, we meet again, boy. I’ve come for my sword.”

“I don’t think so,” Josh said through gritted teeth.

“I do. And I came prepared this time.” Cernunnos drew back its right arm, and Josh saw that the Horned God had a
bow and arrow in its hand. Josh heard the twang of a bowstring and he caught the flicker of an arrow arcing through the air directly toward him.

Clarent moved, coming up and across Josh’s body, blade flat over his heart.

The bone-tipped arrow shattered harmlessly against the stone blade, but with enough force behind it to send the boy staggering back. Cernunnos bellowed in frustration. He notched another arrow and fired.

Clarent shifted in Josh’s hand, blade singing as it cleaved the arrow in two.

Two of the huge human-faced wolves pushed past the Horned God and slunk into the barn. They spread out to come at Josh from either side, and he backed up until his legs hit the ancient tractor. He could go no farther. Planting his feet firmly, holding the sword in both hands in front of him, he stood and watched the wolves of the Wild Hunt creep toward him, and saw the Archon ready another arrow.

“How fast are you, boy?” Cernunnos bellowed. It shouted an unintelligible word as it loosed the arrow and the two wolves launched themselves, jaws wide.

Gilgamesh came out of the shadows, the heavy curved Persian sword whistling as it cut through the air. The first wolf didn’t even see the immortal, but the moment the cold steel touched its flesh, it dissolved to dust.

The second wolf darted at Josh. Clarent moved, stabbing outward, and the creature exploded into grit. “Gilgamesh!” Josh shouted. “Look out!”

But the Archon’s arrow took the immortal high in the
chest, spinning him around, dropping him to the ground. Cernunnos grabbed another arrow, leveled it at the king and fired.

Sophie’s scream was terrifying: fear and loss and rage wrapped up in one sound. Jerking away from the Saracen Knight, she pushed back through the broken wall, silver aura hard and shining around her flesh as she raced to the fallen king and threw herself on top of him. Cernunnos’s arrow hit her in the center of the back, its flint head shattering to powder against her armor, but the force of the blow broke her concentration and her aura faded and fizzled out, leaving her defenseless.

The Archon flung the bow aside; it had no more arrows. Then it started to rip the front of the barn apart with its huge hands, bellowing, stamping and roaring in delighted rage.

Sophie knelt beside Gilgamesh, lifting his head off the floor, cradling it. Josh placed himself between the Archon and his sister, eyes darting, looking for an attack. He planted his feet and his body automatically moved into a battle stance: weight shifted slightly to one side, sword in both hands, tilted up and across his chest. He felt a sudden sense of peace settle over him, and he knew that this was nothing to do with the sword buzzing and sizzling in his hands. It was the recognition that there were no choices, no decisions to make. There was only one thing he could do: he would stand and fight the Archon, and he was prepared to die defending his sister.

Gilgamesh’s lips moved, and Sophie bent her head to hear his words. “Water,” he whispered, his breath warm on her face.

“I don’t have any,” she said tearfully. She knew she should
be doing something, but she couldn’t think, couldn’t focus. All she could see was the old man in her arms, the terrible black arrow protruding from his chest. She wanted to help him; she just didn’t know how.

The king’s lips moved in a painful smile. “Not to drink,” he rasped. “Water: the ultimate weapon.”

Before she could respond, the Archon tore away the entire front of the barn. She spun around, and through the gaping hole she could see what was happening outside. Nicholas Flamel, his aura green and glowing, was battling with Dr. John Dee, who was wrapped in smoking sulfurous yellow. Dee fought with a long whip of sallow energy while the Alchemyst tried to keep him at bay with a solid spear of green light. Palamedes was surrounded by the remainder of the Wild Hunt, the huge wolves darting in to snap and claw at him, threatening to overwhelm him as he slashed and cut with the longsword.

“Josh.” Sophie was calm. “The king said we should use water.”

“Water?” Her twin glanced down. “But I don’t know how ….”

“Remember what I said about instinct?” She stretched up her right hand and her twin reached down with his left to take it.

Cernunnos finished demolishing the front of the building and pulled a savage-looking stone-headed club out of its belt. “You cannot defend yourself
and
the girl,” it grunted.

“I only have to defend the girl,” Josh whispered.

Cernunnos took a step forward … and then the ground opened up beneath it. What had been hard-baked earth turned to a sticky quagmire, swallowing its ankles. Water, thick and muddy, bubbled up from beneath the ground. A tiny geyser squirted from a fissure, and then a whole section of the earth cracked and suddenly dissolved into muck. The Archon lurched forward, the club falling from his hand. Another patch of earth turned to soupy marsh and the creature sank up to its knees, then its hips. Grimly silent now, its oval amber eyes fixed on the twins, blazing with hate, Cernunnos dug its huge hands into the ground and attempted to heave itself up.

“Mistake,” Josh whispered.

The ground liquefied around the Archon’s hands.

“We just need a little more water,” Sophie whispered.

Josh actually
felt
the water surging through the hard-baked earth, experienced its power as it pushed its way upward, driven by incredible pressure from below, slicing through mud, pulverizing the soil, pushing rocks and tree roots ahead of it.

The Archon howled and bellowed as it sank to its chest in mud, its huge bulk driving it deeper into the ground. The creature’s hands battered the sticky earth, sending it spraying everywhere. It grabbed for purchase, but found nothing but mud. A bubble popped behind it, a stone emerging to the surface of the mire, and another and then a third. And suddenly, sticky brown-black mud spewed upward, raining down to coat the creature in filth, battering it with scraps of
tree roots and chunks of stone. A circular depression opened up around Cernunnos and the Archon was swallowed, mud flowing over its head, until only the very tips of its antlers showed.

Sophie jerked her hand away from her brother’s and splayed her silver metal fingers. An intense blast of white-hot fire blazed over the swampy circle, the searing heat baking the ground iron-hard in an instant.

“We did it,” Josh laughed. “We did it! I could feel the power flowing through me. The Magic of Water,” he said in wonder.

“Josh, get out there. Help them,” Sophie commanded, all the color draining from her face as her aura depleted.

“What about you?”

“Do it,” she snapped, eyes winking silver.

“You’re not the boss of me.” He grinned.

“Oh yes I am.” She smiled and reached up to squeeze his fingers. “Remember, I’m older.”

Smiling, Josh turned and raced out into the field, Clarent whistling before him, cleaving a path toward Palamedes. Part of him wanted to help the Alchemyst, but an instinct deep down told him it made more sense to rescue the knight first; two warriors were better than one.

Gilgamesh’s grip tightened on Sophie’s fingers. “You must go now,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Get away from here.”

“I’m not leaving you. You’re injured.”

“You will never leave me,” the king said, “you will live
forever in my memory.” He suddenly grabbed the arrow protruding from his chest, pulled it out and flung it away. “And this, hah, it will slow me down for a bit, but it will take more than this to kill me. You go, go now. Your aura, the Alchemyst’s and the Magician’s will have called every evil thing in this county. And probably the authorities, too.” His eyes flickered toward the green and yellow light blazing from the immortals’ weapons. “I’m sure that light can be seen from miles away.” The king squeezed Sophie’s hand. “Know this: if we meet again, I may not remember you.” He pulled the thick sheaf of mismatched pages from under his shirt, extracted the topmost sheet and pressed it into her hand. “And if I do not, then give me this. It will remind me of the girl who shed a tear for the lost king. Go now. Get to the leygate.”

“But I don’t know where it is,” Sophie said.

“The Alchemyst does ….” He turned to look at Flamel, and Sophie followed his gaze. At that moment Flamel’s aura winked out as he crumpled to the ground. Dee shouted in triumph and drew the crackling yellow whip back over his head.

rom the corner of his eye, Josh saw the Alchemyst’s aura die and turned to watch him fall.

And he knew he was too far away to get to him in time.

He spun around and Clarent sliced a mangy one-eyed wolf to dust, and then, pivoting on his heel as if he were throwing a discus, he flung the sword at Dee. The blade sounded like a cat as it screamed through the air, the stone glowing red-black. The Magician saw it at the last moment. The whip in his hand became a glowing circular shield and Clarent hit its center in an explosion of black and yellow sparks that hammered the Magician to the ground. His aura crackled, then died. And he didn’t get up.

A child-faced wolf leapt at Josh, its jaws gaping, and he hissed in pain as its claws raked his arm. Abruptly, the wolf exploded to dust. Sophie shook black soot off the metal
shamshir blade Gilgamesh had given her. “Get the car, we’ve got to get out of here.”

Josh hesitated, torn between retrieving Clarent and getting to the car. Wings flapped overhead and a six-foot-tall rat-like creature dropped out of the night sky, claws extended toward Sophie. Its hiss of triumph became a gurgle as the iron blade drove upward, turning it to gritty sand. “Now, Josh!” Sophie demanded, spitting dirt from her mouth.

Her twin turned and ran for the car. The night had come alive with a cacophony of sounds: howling, yipping and barking. Hooves clattered on the hard earth. The noises were getting louder, closer.

Palamedes had left the key in the car’s ignition. Josh slid into the driver’s seat, took a deep breath and turned it. The car started on his first try. Gripping the wheel tightly, he floored the accelerator. Two wolves disappeared under the wheels in puffs of dust. Another leapt onto the hood, but he jerked the steering wheel and it slid off, leaving long claw marks across the metal. He ran down a coal black wolf that was creeping up on Sophie and hit the brakes. “You called for a cab?”

But Sophie didn’t climb in. “Get Palamedes,” she snapped. Running alongside the car, she slashed and cut her way through the wolves of the Wild Hunt with the metal blade until they reached the Saracen Knight, who was standing ankle-deep in black dust.

“Get in, get in!” Josh shouted.

Palamedes wrenched open the door, pushed Sophie in
first, then threw himself into the back of the cab. Josh took off with a wheel-spinning lurch. He pulled up to Nicholas, who was lying unmoving on the ground. Sophie leaned out of the back of the cab, caught him by his shoulders and tried to haul him into the car, but he was too heavy. Palamedes reached out and even in his exhausted and weakened state dragged the Alchemyst in with one hand.