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The punch surprised me, even though I threw it. My right fist hurtled through the dark air of the corridor and caught my brother squarely on the left side of his prominent nose. He reeled, shook his head, almost regained his footing…
And then my left fist came calling, surging out of the shadows below him as it hooked up into the underside of Alfric's chin.
"Whaaa-" he began, but he was falling backward, his arms spread out like the useless wings of a vespertile. Into the wall he tumbled, growing suddenly transparent, almost liquid, as he passed into mud and rock, his sword clattering to the corridor floor behind him.
He looked back at me as he faded, once and for all, into the stone of the tu
The most generous moment of his life, it seemed, had come when that life was over.
"I'm sorry, Alfric," I breathed. "But I will avenge you."
I hadn't the time for good-byes. Around me, the corridor was collapsing, filling with palpable dust and fist-sized boulders, while before me somewhere was daylight and air and Firebrand with the opals.
The options were clear. I picked up the sword and began to run with new strength toward the last wavering lights in the burrowing distance.
Chapter XXIII
A seventh, an eighth, and a ninth stone followed into the twining silver, until the twelfth was in place. With confident fingers, the Namer tested each setting, shifting the stone once, twice, until it held fast.
"Now they are all together," he a
As she slept in the saddle, Da
The two of them, astride the enormous Carnifex, galloped into a clearing of towering pine and aeterna; the light was blue and white about them.
She was proud to ride with him, behind him on the back of this formidable horse they had broken together. Carnifex snorted and steamed, but he was bested and knew it, his wild strength bridled in obedience to the combined will of man and woman.
In the dream, the horse reared up, its forelegs pawing the misted air. Galen twisted in the saddle and reached for Da
But she was falling… falling…
As she jerked awake, riding with Birgis atop the racing Carnifex, it seemed to Da
She was relieved to see the Cat Tower pierce the horizon. As the walls of the castle and the fluttering pe
"Sit back, damn it!" she started to exclaim, but the wind rushed into her face, choking her and drowning the words. Her thoughts moved quickly over the ground ahead of her, outru
Now the walls loomed before her, the crenellation and windows sharply defined. Now she made out the arms of di Caela, of Brightblade and Pathwarden and Rus on the fluttering pe
Good, she thought. They all are here. And fifty miles of riding has come down to the next half hour.
For Da
Riding Carnifex over the drawbridge she came, full speed across the courtyards, amid a flurry of hoofbeat and color and the shouting of heralds, straight to Sir Robert di Caela, who in her dreams of this moment stood agape before the double oaken doors of the Great Tower, scarcely believing his eyes.
For this red-haired slip of a girl he so often disparaged had not only arrived in time to save her companions beneath the Vingaards, but also arrived on the back of Carnifex, the horse Sir Robert had claimed she could not ride.
There were two problems with this just and wonderful vision: First of all, the Lady Da
And secondly, the drawbridge in question was boarded up by makeshift carpentry. Behind it stood engineers with little better to do than weathering hangovers and speculating as to how to repair the mechanism kicked asunder by a big stallion not two days before.
For several years, everyone in Castle di Caela had marveled at the lack of foresight or intelligence shown by the fabled nomad chief who had given Carnifex to Sir Robert.
"Such a fine piece of horseflesh," they marveled. "As a gift outright."
And they shook their heads at nomadic stupidity.
All but the grooms in the stable, who had known for several years that Sir Robert had the worst of the deal-that the real stupidity lay in part with the old lord of the castle, but chiefly with the big horse itself.
Carnifex did not shorten his stride. Ignoring the cries of the woman atop him, her frantic tugging at his long silver mane, the animal lowered its head and whickered, its speed increasing until a panic-stricken Da
The horse and his two passengers leapt from the far bank of the brimming moat and splashed into the mud on the other side. Birgis, by far the most practical of the three, untangled himself and plunged into the water, as with a short, powerful surge, Carnifex strode up the incline and charged toward the half-repaired entrance, Da
It is hard to imagine the surprise of those engineers who, still aching from their bout with Thorbardin Eagle and settled in for a safe, undemanding afternoon of examining gears and pulleys, were confronted suddenly by a wild horse surging through the woodwork, a long-vanished noblewoman astride it.
In a moment, everyone scattered. Engineers and carpenters dove from their path, and whether by reflex or foresight or simply damned good luck, Da
She looked cautiously around for an audience. She seemed disappointed, but decided that the engineers would do.
Da
Birgis tipped along behind them, yawning and wagging his tail.
"Which brings us to this juncture," Da
"A daring exploit that must have been, m'lady," the head engineer commented absently, shifting the girl's weight in his bony arms.
"Not so daring, that," she objected, well schooled in false modesty. "The moat was full, after all, and would have cushioned my fall from the saddle, and then there was the mud…"
"I beg your pardon?" the man said, his beard trembling, his eyes suddenly intent.
'There was the mud in the courtyard that-"
'The moat was full, you say?"