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Ghassan hurled the staff—and the wraith froze, raising its cowl as the staff arced overhead.
"No," Wy
The staff was coming down short.
The wraith twisted about, raising its cowl skyward, and it thrust a cloth-wrapped hand into the air.
Wy
Wy
She couldn't look for Chane, Shade, or il'Sänke, not even to see if the wraith still stalled. She couldn't let the crystal hit the street's stones.
The spectacles jostled on the bridge of her small nose as the staff landed in her palms. She closed her grip tightly, too frightened to feel relief.
Then she saw the wraith… or through it.
It wavered, more shadow than illusory solid black. Its enveloping shriek still tore at Wy
Something had happened to il'Sänke, and Chane was still too close, but if she didn't ignite the crystal now…
The wraith solidified and fixed upon her—upon the staff's crystal.
"Do it!" il'Sänke shouted weakly.
The screech faded to a hiss, and the black undead lunged at her.
Wy
The cloth-wrapped hand didn't go through this time.
Shade yelped as the blow struck solidly against her head. She went tumbling across the cobblestones as if she weighed nothing.
Wy
The wraith jerked to a halt. The hand that had struck Shade now trailed behind it. Its arm was pulled back taut, as if something unseen had taken hold of its wrist. Wy
"Chane, get out of here!" she screamed.
She didn't dare look away to see if he'd listened. She kept her eyes on the wraith as she envisioned the circle and nested triangles, all wrapped around a final circle. Wy
The black figure flickered, briefly transparent.
The last thing il'Sänke taught her was to speak her focus phrases in Sumanese, hoping a familiar tongue might startle this monster.
From Spirit to Fire.
"Mên Rúhk el-När…" she whispered.
Whatever hold il'Sänke had on its arm broke as it thrashed free.
…for its light of…
"…mênajil Núr'u… mênajil—"
"No one move!" someone shouted. "Keep your place. All of you!"
Wy
Three horses charged up the street, with Rodian in the lead on his white mare. He rode straight at il'Sänke with his sword drawn.
The pattern vanished from Wy
Rodian heard howling from several blocks away and drove Snowbird through the streets until he burst upon a startling scene.
Il'Sänke stood closest, his back turned. Another man holding a longsword stumbled along the shops at the street's left side. And Wy
"No one move!" he ordered, jerking his sword from its sheath. "Keep your place. All of you!"
Then Rodian spotted Wy
She held out a staff with a long piece of prismatic glass fixed atop it. Strange glasses with large lenses covered her eyes. Her lips stopped moving as her head turned toward him, then her face filled with panic.
What was she doing here with the Suman and these others?
Il'Sänke remained where he was. Rodian couldn't be certain whether the man was looking at Wy
Rodian spotted the black-robed figure. He hadn't seen it at first in the dimly lit street with so many others scattered about. Only the figure's hood pivoted toward him.
It was here—but so was il'Sänke. They weren't the same person, but the Suman still muttered a chant.
Rodian flipped his sword tip up and nudged with his heels. Snowbird closed on il'Sänke's back at a fast canter. He would bring an end to this chain of deaths.
"No, not him!" Wy
Rodian hammered his sword hilt down on il'Sänke's head, and Snowbird skidded to a halt as the domin crumpled.
Chapter 19
Chane stumbled into a narrow path between two buildings, fearing the crystal might flash at any moment. But the burning light never came.
He flattened against one shop's dingy side as shouts and the sound of pounding horses' hooves grew in the street. The sting like iced needles still filled his body, but shock overcame suffering when he peered into the street.
Shade was on her feet, rumbling instead of howling, and she limped sideways toward Wy
Wy
The man she called Captain Rodian—the same one who had set the trap at the scriptorium—sat on a fidgeting white mare, his sword in hand. And the Suman lay in a limp mass, clearly unconscious.
Amid all this, the wraith remained still, turning only its hood toward the captain, as two other city guards kicked their mounts, charging at it.
Everything had turned to a fool's chaos. There was nothing left but to get Wy
Chane willed down pain, letting hunger rise to eat it, and he ducked out, bolting straight at Wy
Rodian looked up from il'Sänke's crumpled form as Garrogh charged with Lúcan flanking him. The two raced toward the black-robed man.
"Hold!" Garrogh shouted. "Keep your hands where I can see them!"
"Keep away!" Wy
Rodian wasn't certain whom she shouted at. The wolf hobbled quickly in front of her, but the black-robed figure slid straight into the path of Garrogh's bay gelding.
Garrogh's horse reared with a sudden scream, and the figure thrust out his hand.
His fingers pierced the gelding's chest, and then he slipped aside. As the gelding's foreleg came down, the horse collapsed.
"Garrogh!" Rodian yelled.
His lieutenant was tossed forward, slamming against the cobble and skidding along the street. Lúcan swerved his mount around the downed horse and charged at the black figure.
"Lúcan, no!" Rodian called.
The robed man swung with his hand, striking the head of the guardsman's horse.
The animal never made a sound as it skidded on its folded forelegs. Rodian jumped off Snowbird as Lúcan fought to pull his mount up. But the horse collapsed sideways, and the young guard cried out as his left leg was pi
Rodian ran for his men. The black-robed man closed on Lúcan, struggling beneath his mount.
Lúcan tried to pull his sword. The dark man slapped his face—and the guardsman screamed. Garrogh rolled over on the street and lunged up, drawing his blade as he turned on the robed one's back.
"Get away from him!" he shouted.
Rodian's mind went numb. He'd thought il'Sänke was the cause of all this, and that the black-robed man would surrender once his accomplice was put down. Wy