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Crokus tried to will himself to move, but his body refused to obey. He stared, eyes widening, as the demon turned to him. It snarled and removed an enormous axe from its belt. Hefting the weapon, it spoke in a deep, soft voice. «What reason to continue this?» it asked reasonably.
«The Empress permits your escape, Lord. Once again she grants you
«Good idea,» the thief whispered. Then he frowned, for the demon's attention, he now saw, was directed past him.
A man spoke behind him. «We run no further, Galayn.»
A hand fell on the thief's shoulder, breaking the spell of immobility.
Crokus ducked and spun to one side, then looked up into shifting, indigo eyes set in a black, narrow face.
Flee, mortal,» the silver-haired man said, drawing a two-handed sword from the scabbard slung between his shoulder-blades. The black weapon seemed almost invisible, as if it swallowed all light that found it.
«You were at the f?te!» Crokus blurted.
The man's eyes flickered, as if seeing him for the first time. «Coin Bearer,» he said, with a wry smile, «fear not. Brood has convinced me to spare you, at least for the moment. Begone, child.» His gaze returned to the Galayn lord. «This will be a close thing.»
«I know that weapon,» the demon snarled. «Dragnipurake. And I smell the reek of Tiama in you, Lord. There is more of her in you than Tiste And? blood.»
Crokus backed against what remained of Baruk's wall.
The Galayn lord gri
Anomander Rake stepped forward. «Attend, Galayn.»
With a roar the demon attacked axe whistling through the air and Rake whirled his sword in a circle, catching the axe and adding to its momentum. As the double-blades swept past, the Tiste And? stepped in close, sword drawn back, pommel against his left hip. In a blur of motion he extended the blade. The demon ducked and, releasing one hand from the axe haft, reached for Rake's throat. The Tiste And? twisted his right. Thrown backwards, Rake landed heavily on the cobbles.
The demon pounced, flaming weapon above its head.
Rake regained his feet in time to catch the axe with his swords the clash of weapons sent a jolt through the air and ground. The demon's axe flared bright white, cascading light like liquid. Rake's sword was swallowed in darkness, devouring the lashing waves of light that struck The flagstones beneath Crokus's feet tilted sickeningly, as if the stones themselves had turned to soft clay. Overhead the stars swam wildly.
Rake began to launch attacks, savage swings of his black weapon. At first the demon held its ground, delivering fierce ripostes, then staggered back a step, then another. Relentless, Rake pressed his attack. «To the Mother's regret,» he grated between blows, «was Light granted birth. To her dismay: she saw too late: its corruption. Galayn: you are the unintended victim: to punishment: long overdue.»
The demon reeled beneath the blows, desperately parrying every attack, no longer counter-attacking. The light bleeding from the axe flickered, dimmed, flared fitfully as darkness closed in around the blade.
Shrieking, the demon launched itself at Rake. As it descended over the Tiste And? Crokus saw a streak of black burst from the demon's back, slicing through the cloak. The axe flew from the creature's hands, its fire dying as it clattered on the ground.
Squealing in horror, the demon clawed at the sword impaling it. Black smoke spread in swift tendrils from the weapon, engulfing the demon.
The smoke twisted, became chains, drawing taut. The Galayn screamed in earnest.
Rake regained his feet and pushed the sword through the demon's chest until the hilt jammed against bone. The demon sank to its knees, its black eyes locking with Rake's own.
The swimming stars settled, the flagstones beneath the thief became solid once again, though warped and twisted. Crokus swallowed bile, his eyes fixed on the demon. It seemed to collapse in on itself, the chains of black smoke ever tightening, pulling the creature into the sword. It toppled backwards and Rake drove the weapon's point into the cobbled street, pi
«Move quickly,» he rasped. «The alchemist is in danger. I ca
Crokus whirled and ran.
The death of Travale, third in the Cabal, still echoed in their thoughts.
The witch Derudan had inscribed an ash circle on the floor in the centre of the chamber. With Baruk's help, she placed the two plush chairs within it, and now sat, smoking steadily, her dark eyes following the alchemist as he paced.
Baruk found himself reluctant to enter the protective circle. While they would be safe there, surrounded by High Te
«Those of the Cabal,» Derudan said slowly, «who are now dead, yes? Stubborn, convinced of their own invincibility. No doubt they paced restless steps, awaiting the assassin's imminent arrival.»
Baruk paused to reply, but was interrupted by a loud, inhuman scream from outside. This was followed immediately by a concussion that rattled the walls. The alchemist made a move towards the door.
«Wait!» Derudan called from the circle. «Appease not this curiosity, Baruk, for Vorcan will surely take advantage, yes?»
«A ward was shattered,» Baruk said. «My defences are breached.»
«More the reason for caution,» Derudan admonished. «Friend, I plead with you, join me here.»
«Very well,» Baruk sighed, moving towards her. A gust of air brushed the left side of his face. Derudan cried out a warning even as the alchemist turned.
Vorcan, her gloved hands glowing red, surged towards Baruk. He raised his arms, knowing full well that he would be too late. At that moment, however, another figure appeared, emerging from darkness to intercept the Master Assassin with a flurry of blows. Vorcan reeled back, then lashed out with a hand, catching her attacker a glancing blow.
An agonized shriek rang through the chamber. Baruk stared, only now realizing that his protector was a Tiste And? woman. He stepped aside lithely as she flew past him to strike the floor then the wall, where she lay unmoving. The alchemist pulled his gaze back to Vorcan, seeing that one of her hands no longer glowed.
He gestured, and virulent sorcery erupted from his arm, arcing yellow lightning. Vorcan hissed a counter-spell and the lightning was swallowed by a red haze before her that dimmed quickly, then disappeared. She advanced.
Vaguely, Baruk heard the witch Derudan shouting at him. Yet it was the Mistress of the Assassins» death-filled eyes that held him. The ease with which she'd dispelled his power made it clear that she was his master in sorcery. All he could do now, he understood with clarity, was await his death.
But Baruk heard a grunt behind him, then Vorcan gasped. The hilt of a dagger protruded from the assassin's chest. Frowning, she reached for it, then pulled it out and tossed it aside.
«All:» the alchemist heard the Tiste And? woman gasp from the floor behind him «: all I can do. My apologies, Lord.»
Derudan appeared behind Vorcan. As she raised her hands and began an incantation, Vorcan whirled and something sped from her hand. The witch grunted, then crumpled.