The Lodestone Trilogy (Limited Edition) (The Lodestone Series) (14 page)

Keris had a disturbing vision. The monster swept down from the sky, grasping the Chandara in its huge talons, and carrying it off, while the little creature screamed. It was ridiculous. The chances of such a thing happening would have to be pretty remote. In any case, she had no idea whether Chandara could scream, or even if they felt pain for that matter. Nevertheless, she owed her life to this odd little being and its kin. And she had abandoned it.

Cursing her own weakness, she turned and started back towards the forest.

A while later, she approached the camp. Boxx was standing upright, as if it were patiently waiting for her. She moved inside the line of trees, where they would be relatively safe from avian attack. The Chandara watched her for a moment, then followed without a word. She lay down as before, and watched as Boxx curled up into a ball, next to the bole of a tree. To Keris it seemed as if there was a smile playing about its lips.

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“Remember, keep your staff up. And don’t try shoving against a heavier opponent–which in your case will be almost all of the time.”

Shann chose to ignore the none too subtle jibe against her diminutive size. The jokes in that area were beginning to wear a bit thin, in any case. Instead, she decided to go on the offensive. “Well, it seems to me that I am taking lessons from a person who lost the only battle I ever saw him fight.”

Alondo shot a sideways glance at Lyall. “She’s got you there.”

Lyall adopted an air of injured pride. “I did
not
lose…technically it was a draw. Anyway, how was I to know that the Keltar was carrying lodestone grenades? That’s hardly fighting fair.”

“Oh, so you expect every servant of the Prophet you meet to ‘fight fair’, do you?” Shann retorted.

“She’s got you again,” Alondo grinned.

“Excuse me, whose side are you on?” Lyall demanded.

“Why, yours, of course. Can’t you tell?”

Lyall was beginning to suspect that he was the victim of a conspiracy. He decided to change the subject. “Anyway, we will be at the fortress in two more days.”

Shann became pensive as she was reminded of their destination. She began to wonder what she would face. Lyall had been somewhat evasive about the plan. However, she had no doubt that it would be dangerous, and she was determined to be as prepared as she could be.

Despite her initial revulsion at handling the trappings of a Keltar, she found that she was actually enjoying her training. She had to admit that Lyall was actually a good teacher: patient, enthusiastic and with a good sense of humour. He challenged her, without making her feel overwhelmed. As a result, her abilities were developing rapidly. She had even had Lyall flat on his back on a couple of occasions, although she was not completely sure whether he had allowed her to gain the advantage deliberately as a way of giving encouragement.

Using the flying cloak was unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was exhilarating to soar like a mylar, feeling the air rush past her face and looking down at the tiny figure of Lyall watching her from below. There was a sensation of
power.

Lyall brought her back down to earth by reminding her of the danger of overconfidence. “Most Keltar suffer from it. It makes them contemptuous of others, but it also makes them think of themselves as invincible. Don’t make the same mistake, Shann.”

The desert, too, was a place where overconfidence could be fatal. It was tempting to strip off in response to the heat of the day, but Alondo encouraged her to stay as wrapped up as possible during the day, to avoid the effects of sunburn.

When she took a sip of water, Alondo stopped her. “No, Shann. When you take a drink, you have to take a full draught, to sustain your body’s vital organs. You know people have been found dead in the desert with half full water skins, because they allowed themselves to become too dehydrated.” She nodded, and took a full drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. He smiled at her, encouragingly.

The road south was straight as an arrow and virtually devoid of traffic. They travelled by night, making camp a short while after Ail-Gan blazed forth in the western sky. Protected by awnings from the worst effects of the heat, they snatched what sleep they could. Lyall insisted that one person be on watch at all times. “There are dangers in this place; I pray we do not meet up with them.” He ignored her questioning look, declining to elaborate.

Shann was beginning to think he was being overcautious. They were only two days away from the fortress, and had not incurred any mishaps, so far. They had even found that the second outpost along the road had a well outside that was completely unguarded, allowing them to refill their water skins by night, unchallenged. She doubted that the garrison at Gort would manifest such lax security.

Ail-Gan would be appearing soon, heralding the heat of day and another rest from their arduous trek. She decided to ask about the fortress.

“Lyall, I thought a fortress was built to guard something, but there is nothing in this place. Why would someone build a fortress out in the middle of a desert?”

“I am not sure. Some say it was not always a fortress, but was originally something else. Others say that in ancient times, the Southern Desert was a land of lakes and lush forests.”

Shann cast her eye about the desolate sands. Shifting winds sculpted crescent-shaped dunes like the waves of a great ocean, frozen in time. But there was no ocean here. Dry and featureless, it was the very repudiation of life.
Some people must have a powerful imagination.

An angry cloud was roiling in from the west. She watched it curiously for a moment. It was growing and advancing rapidly in their direction.
Sandstorm?
She reached up and touched Lyall on the shoulder. As he looked at her, she pointed at the incoming phenomenon. Lyall halted the caravan and squinted at where she was pointing. Alondo joined them.

The cloud crested the nearest dune and began barrelling down the slip face towards them. There were shapes in the cloud.

“Sand scarags!”
Lyall yelled.

Claws clacked and mandibles snapped as the beasts surged forward, sending the morgren into a panic. Waist high, red brown and multi-legged, they moved across the sand at astonishing speed, forward chelipeds raised, eyes waving at the end of stalks.

“Shann.”
Lyall sprang forward, flaring his cloak, and lurched into the air in the direction of the oncoming wave. Shann took the hint and followed suit. They landed in front of the creatures and began whirling their respective staffs. “Watch out for their tails,” Lyall warned. Shann saw that each of their tails ended in a bulbous appendage.
A stinger.

Diamond blades flashed as they sliced through carapace and thorax alike. Sand scarags slumped to the ground while others scuttled around or over the backs of their fallen companions. Shann thrust her staff downwards, slicing the shell of one, and then pulling the staff free. As she did so, another one grasped her leg with its claw. She was pulled off balance and fell heavily to the ground. Looking up, she saw the sand scarag’s stinger raised, ready to strike.

There was a blur of motion. A diamond blade severed the claw from its cheliped, and she was free. Lyall’s hand grabbed her arm from behind and pulled her to her feet. The creatures were coming at them from the sides now. They were in danger of being surrounded.

“Fall back,”
Lyall called, and the two of them began retreating towards the caravan. The swell, which had been halted momentarily, began moving forward again. Dozens. Hundreds.

How are we going to get out of this alive?
They were almost backed up to where Alondo was desperately trying to bring the morgren under control. The beasts of burden broke free and bolted. Alondo swore.

“Alondo, forget the morgren,” Lyall shouted behind him.

Shann was thinking rapidly. If it were just her and Lyall, then they could leap away; outpace the sand scarags. But Alondo did not have a cloak. He was stuck firmly on the ground, and if they made their escape, he would be overwhelmed in moments. She cursed his obduracy.

Lyall called out, “Shann, get to the side.”

What?
She was standing squarely in front of Alondo, in an effort to protect him. The creatures were already snapping their claws at the end of her staff which she held outstretched like a pike. She saw out of the corner of her eye that Lyall had moved around to Alondo’s flank.

“Shann,
get to the side, now
.”

Bewildered, she quickly backed around to Alondo’s other flank. Glancing at him, she saw that he had swung his instrument forward and had its tubular neck pointed toward the advancing line. He adjusted a control and hammered the strings. Shann felt a backwash of air, like a pressure wave, as a vortex of air and sound struck the oncoming swarm and knocked the creatures backwards.

He adjusted another control and attacked the strings again, this time with a rhythmic motion. A new vortex formed and began to resonate with the sand scarags’ body parts. The line broke, and the animals scuttled to either side to escape the blast.

“Come on,” Lyall shouted to Shann. “Just don’t get in the path of the sound weapon.”

The cloaked figures ran forward on either side of the vortex, wielding their staffs against the attackers. The sand scarags’ numbers thinned as more of them fell and others scuttled off towards the open desert. Lyall and Shann backed off as Alondo swept the sound weapon in a wide arc. The air shimmered as the stragglers were knocked back by an invisible wall. They fled, kicking up puffs of sand as they went.

Lyall and Shann both stood, feet planted firmly in the sand, staffs held out in front of them, scanning the dunes for any sign of the creatures. A score of sand scarag bodies lay scattered about where they had fallen, but there were no further signs of movement.

“Is everyone all right?” Lyall shouted.

Alondo and Shann both called out, “Yes.”

“Shann?”

“It just grabbed me; I’m fine.”

Lyall seemed satisfied and adopted a more relaxed stance. Shann followed his lead and walked over to where he was standing. “I thought sand scarags were just travellers’ stories.”

“Yes, well, we very nearly fell victim to one of those ‘stories.’” Lyall was still gazing at the horizon. Ail-Gan was lighting up the western horizon, heralding the onset of dawn.

She continued, looking up at him. “Do you think we are safe now?”

“For the moment.” He turned. “Alondo, we need to get moving. Let’s round up those morgren. Shann, see if you can help him.”

Shann joined Alondo, who was straining his ears. They both heard a distant tinkling sound. Alondo grinned. “That’s why they wear bells. Come on.” He headed off in the direction the sound was coming from.

She trotted to catch up with him. “That instrument…armament…whatever it was you used. That was amazing.”

“Well, it’s nice of you to say so. Lyall may fly around waving his stick, but you notice it’s always me he comes to, when he needs some real work done.”

Shann laughed out loud.

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Chapter 9

The desert outpost was a collection of rough stone buildings straddling the road to Gort. It was a depressing stop on the way to an even more depressing place. An outside well stood near the road, offering respite from the effects of sun and sand.

They were making good time. This was the second of the two outposts on the desert highway. Keris reckoned they should be at the fortress in less than a day. Boxx appeared to be adapting well to desert conditions. More importantly it seemed able to keep up with her. She realised that its pace had increased when she had taken the time to explain the purpose of their journey across the desert.

“If We Are After, Your Friends Will Die?” it asked.

“Well they’re not exactly…yes, they will die.”

“Then We Must Arrive Before.”

Keris travelled as fast as she could, using the flying cloak. Boxx was a dark figure, loping along the highway below.

She landed a hundred feet or so from the outpost and walked up to the guardhouse. Boxx trotted up beside her. She hammered on the door. It opened, and a soldier with dishevelled hair and open tunic stood in the doorway. He looked annoyed; then his face changed to surprise as he saw the cloaked figure standing before him.