Forged In Flame (In Her Name: The First Empress, Book 2) (2 page)

“You cannot keep her here much longer, Ayan-Dar.” Beside him, T’ier-Kunai, too, watched Keel-Tath as the girl vaulted to the top of the wall. Ria-Ka’luhr came to stand beside her, and they exchanged smiles. He was her ever-present companion when he did not have other duties. For that, Ayan-Dar was thankful, for Ria-Ka’luhr’s sword was one of the swiftest among the priesthood, and it would take a small army to fight their way through him to harm a hair on Keel-Tath’s head.

Perfectly balanced, the young warrior stood upon the wall and looked down at the steep, switch-back trail that was the only way to reach the temple on foot or beast. 

“This will be her second Challenge,” T’ier-Kunai went on, “and if she does as well as I suspect she will, she will be made a sword mistress to the less-accomplished disciples. It is time that you stopped coddling her. She must be free to do as the others. She must be allowed to go beyond our walls.”

Keel-Tath raised her arms and waved, no doubt at the first group of disciples who must now be charging down the trail on their
magtheps
. Ayan-Dar could hear good-natured hoots and shouts, many of which he suspected were directed toward the young white-haired warrior. She was well-liked and respected (which, he noted, had been earned by her fierce reputation in the arena, where she had even bested some of the acolytes), yet none had come forward to become her tresh, her partner in, and for, life. It was not a sexual pairing, although sometimes it led to that. To become tresh was for two individuals to share an intense empathic bonding through the song that ran in their blood, and the bond wasn’t broken until death. It was one of the few things, Ayan-Dar thought, that gave any true meaning to their lives.

It was rare for a young warrior not to bond with another, and he worried for her. Perhaps it simply was not yet her time. Keel-Tath was still young, and tresh pairings had occurred as late as the fifth Challenge. He hoped she would find someone, for he and Ria-Ka’luhr, though they shared a close relationship with her, were poor substitutes.

“I have not meant to be cruel to her or,” he raised an eyebrow, “coddle her, as you say. But you know as well as I what awaits her beyond the temple.” Ayan-Dar nodded toward the lowlands, which stretched into the distance toward the mountains of Kui’mar-Gol. “The Dark Queen subjugated all the kingdoms of T’lar-Gol not long after Keel-Tath was born, and is finishing off what resistance remains in Uhr-Gol across the Eastern Sea. Even though her focus is there, her claws and fangs are everywhere, even at the base of the trail that leads up to the temple.” Casting his second sight down the mountain, he sensed the cohort of the Dark Queen’s warriors that was permanently encamped in the forest below, close to where the trail joined one of the roads that led farther into the lowlands and the cities. Warriors from the cohort were posted along the trail to watch the comings and goings of those who dwelled at the temple. They did not even bother to conceal themselves, but stood out in the open, right next to the trail, as those who served the temple filed by. Ayan-Dar bared his fangs, an instinctive reaction to the anger that welled up in him at their paltry attempt at intimidation. No ruler had ever before possessed the hubris to spy on the Desh-Ka, or any of the orders, let alone to be so brazen about it. He would have liked to send the heads of the warriors back to the Dark Queen to inform her of his displeasure, but knew that T’ier-Kunai was content to leave them be as long as they did not actively interfere.

“As I have told you before,” she said, “even though it is against tradition for a priest to accompany a disciple on her free time, I would allow you to take her where you would, and you need not walk or ride.” She placed a hand on the old priest’s good shoulder. “I know that you fear you may not be able to protect her beyond the safety of the temple. But she is no longer a helpless youngling, and your prowess in battle is undiminished. There is nothing beyond these walls, save the priesthoods of the other orders, that could harm her before you could whisk her to safety. And the other priesthoods would not harm one of our disciples.” 

Ayan-Dar knew what T’ier-Kunai said was true, but Keel-Tath’s life was far too important. The high priestess still did not believe the girl had been born to fulfill the ages-old prophecy of Anuir-Ruhal’te, but Ayan-Dar believed it with all his heart. Keel-Tath was beyond precious. She was the very future of her entire species.

T’ier-Kunai leaned closer and lowered her voice. “It also might be a chance for her to draw blood with her blade, should the opportunity arise.” 

Despite his worries, he grinned, baring his fangs. 

“Even if her sword remains in its scabbard,” T’ier-Kunai continued, “you must stop being foolish. Take her where she would like to go for her free time, as long as you judge it safe to do so.”

“I would take Ria-Ka’luhr with me, if you would allow it.”

“I will not.” She stared at the young priest standing next to the girl. “He has other duties to perform.”

Ayan-Dar turned to study her, his eye narrowing. “You do not trust him.”

She frowned. “I trust him with a great many things. But I would not trust her life to any but you and those who guard the creche. And as our newest priest, still after these years, he has yet much to learn.”

“Do not hide behind words, high priestess,” Ayan-Dar said quietly. The other priests and priestesses had, with the quiet dignity of their positions, followed the fleeing disciples and were well out of earshot. Duty awaited them. They would not be going on their own free time, for that was a luxury of the young. “You have never fully trusted him since he returned to us from his quest. You have hidden your feelings well from the others, but you cannot hide them from me.”

T’ier-Kunai spared him an annoyed glance before turning back to watch Keel-Tath, who was still waving at the parade of warriors and robed disciples moving down the trail. “All I have is that one moment when he lay in his chambers after being punished on the
Kal’ai-Il
, when I felt as if there were two of him. One was as I expected him to be, an accomplished acolyte, soon to be a priest, in great pain. The other was of a tortured soul, mad with rage and anguish. It was as if that one was locked away in a cell and the door had somehow been left ajar for just a moment before being slammed shut.”

“The senior healer said it was due to his head injury.”

The high priestess shook her head. “I do not presume to understand the healer’s craft, but this was something else, a glimpse into his very soul that I cannot and will not dismiss as imagination or some artifact of injury.” She clenched her fists in revulsion and pity at what she had sensed in that tiny purgatory. “It was real, Ayan-Dar, as real as the Great Moon that orbits our world. What concerns me more is that even in the ritual of the Change, when I held his palms and shared blood as the power of the Crystal of Souls swept through us, I saw nothing of that tortured soul. Since then, Ria-Ka’luhr has been nothing less than an exemplary young priest in all things.” She nodded toward Keel-Tath. “And has been nearly inseparable from her.”

“You think he has somehow been…suborned?”

“I think nothing, because I know nothing for certain, other than the reality of that single glimpse. Even though it has been years, I can still recall it as if it just happened. The keepers of the Books of Time have searched for references to such a thing, but have found nothing that satisfies me. And not knowing chills me, old friend.” She blew out a breath. “We will speak no more of this now. Gather up Keel-Tath and take her wherever in this world or among the stars she would like to go.”

CHAPTER TWO

City Of The Dead

“I spoke to the high priestess, and she had words of praise for you, child.”

Keel-Tath bowed her head as Ayan-Dar spoke and brought her left fist to her chest in the
tla’a-kane
ritual salute. “Thank you, my priest.” Her right hand rested on the handle of her sword, her fingers caressing the tough leatherite wrapping. The weapon was perfectly balanced, perfectly sized for her hand. Like the armor that fit her body like a second skin, when drawn the sword was an extension of her body and will. And with training from both Ayan-Dar and Ria-Ka’luhr, she knew how to use it better than the more junior acolytes.

She looked up at the great warrior who had been her mentor, protector, and surrogate father. “What shall we do while the others are on their free time?” It had been a huge disappointment for her last year, when the other disciples had been given their leave, but Ayan-Dar had held her back, fearing for her life. She understood his intentions, but not being able to go with the others chafed. On the other hand, he and Ria-Ka’luhr had spent the entire time with her, and in the end she was happy she had not gone with the peers.

Ayan-Dar frowned at her. “What shall we do? Have I taught you nothing, child? You are to have your free time, of course.”

For a moment, Keel-Tath stood, mouth agape, as her mind seized on what he’d said. “I…I am to go?”

Grinning, Ayan-Dar leaned down and clapped her on the shoulder. “Yes, child. You are going on your first free time.” He bent down slightly so his face was level with hers. She instantly averted her gaze, looking toward the floor, and bowed her head. “Look at me, Keel-Tath.” He reached out and gently lifted her chin, and she reluctantly looked into the scarred face with its single eye, the other covered by a black leatherite patch. “I know things have been difficult for you, being locked away in the temple, and for that I would beg your forgiveness. The high priestess is right: if you are to understand the world you are to inherit, you must walk the path beyond our walls. I will not lie to you, child: with every beat of my heart since the day you came to us, held out to me by your dying mother, I have feared for your life. I believe that even now the Dark Queen will spare nothing to harm you. But I — both of us — must set aside our fears and step out into the light of understanding. The high priestess has given me permission to escort you this time, although in the years to come I suspect that will not be the case. Then, you will be on your own.”

Tightly gripping the handle of her sword, Keel-Tath said, “I am not afraid, Ayan-Dar. For if you are at my side, what harm could befall me?”

Ayan-Dar grunted. “Do not place overmuch faith in me, child. I am old and tired, and my sword does not fly from its sheath as it once did.”

In the blink of an eye, he had drawn his sword, and held the blade before her surprised eyes. 

“There, you see? Slow. Ponderously slow. Now you do it.”

Keel-Tath did not have to think. Her blade sang from its scabbard as her feet shifted smoothly to a combat stance. 

Nodding with approval at her skill as he squinted at the sword tip that was a mere hand’s breadth from the sigil on the collar at his throat, Ayan-Dar said, “Again, child, very good. I see that Ria-Ka’luhr has not been lax in his duty as your personal sword master. Your draw is nearly as fast as some of the older acolytes.” He lowered his voice and spoke in a conspiratorial tone. “You must be careful not to embarrass them in the coming Challenge like you did last year.”

“I will not leave them time to be embarrassed, my priest.” She returned his grin with one of her own as she sheathed her sword, loving the sound of the blade as it slid home in the scabbard. “They shall beg for mercy!”

“Ah.” Ayan-Dar rolled his eye heavenward as he sheathed his own sword. “Such humility. But never mind the future, child. The time is now, and the question is this: where would you go for your free time?”

That was something about which Keel-Tath had given a great deal of thought. She had never been able to go on her free time, Ayan-Dar keeping her at the temple for her safety. Each time as she slept alone in her barracks she had pondered that question. Every time she had reached the same answer. Of all the places that might exist beyond the walls of the temple or among the stars in the sky, there was only one that would be the destination for her first time away.

“Keel-A’ar.”

His face grim, Ayan-Dar nodded. “As it pleases you, child. But we cannot tarry long, for the eyes of the Dark Queen are fixed upon that place.” 

He held out his hand, and she took it, a sudden stab of fear running through her heart, for she realized what was coming. She knew those of the priesthood could travel instantly wherever they wished, merely with a thought. But where they traveled in that instant was said to be infinitely dark and cold. She had always thought her first trip beyond the walls would be on the back of a
magthep
. Never in her life had she imagined this. 

“Whatever you do,” he told her, “you must not let go.”

She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on his, and tightened her grip on his hand.

Then the world around her disappeared.

***

Syr-Nagath stood on the balcony of the keep in the city that had before that morning been the seat of the greatest kingdom on the continent of Uhr-Gol. Warriors were still dragging away the bodies of the last defenders from the room, while porters of water were hard at work cleaning the blood from the floor. She had let her warriors take most of the glory, but it was her right to take whatever blood she wished, and she had killed everyone in the keep by herself. She was covered head to toe in blood and gore, and was idly licking the blood from her lips as she stared out at her latest conquest. 

Beyond the keep, the city was quickly returning to life as the vanquished joined with the victors and the dead were fed to the pyres that burned in the fields beyond the shattered walls. Much of her army, which was only one of many, stretched halfway to the horizon. Most of them had not been needed in the actual attack, but served to give pause to the defenders. 

The builders were already repairing the walls that had been breached by the great siege engines she had used to take city after city. Even the strongest walls were unable to withstand the machines her builders had created using the blueprints provided by the keepers of the Books of Time. Once the walls were battered down, she unleashed her hordes to satisfy their honor in battle. While it had been a bloody conquest, in truth far more enemy warriors had lived than died, for her goal was not to kill, but to conquer. Where quarter was asked of her warriors, it was freely given. Thus did her armies grow ever larger.