Raven's Strike (Raven #2)(128)

"How's his bleeding?" Phoran's breath was coming in heaving gasps that made it hard to talk.

"Not good," Toarsen said. "He's unconscious. I - "

"Hush," said Jes, setting the dog on the ground and looking back down the ramp. "He's coming."

Then he shifted into the shape of a black mountain cat as large as any Phoran had ever seen.

"No," said the magpie. "No. They will need all six Orders, Guardian. I'll stop him."

He launched off Rinnie's shoulder with an uncertain flap of wings that steadied on the second stroke.

"Toarsen, take Gura," said Phoran. "Let's go."

He wasn't sure how far they'd come. Phoran's world was rapidly reducing itself to putting one foot in front of the other. When he heard the sound of galloping hooves, Phoran knelt and very carefully set Kissel on the cobbles.

"You'll be all right now," he told him. "Tier's here."

Skew slithered on the slippery cobbles, and Tier was off the horse and bending over Kissel before Skew had quite stopped.

A pulse, too rapid and too faint, beat against his fingers and Tier looked up, taking in the rest of the party.

"Rufort and Ielian?" he asked.

Toarsen set Gura down gently beside Kissel. "Rufort's dead," he said. "Kissel and I both picked Ielian out of the Passerines as a loyal man. We failed in our responsibility. He killed Rufort."

Phoran, pale and drenched in sweat, held up a hand. "I knew that there was something wrong. He told Rufort that the Path was paying him - I found out last night and didn't confront him. I bear equal responsibility."

"Ielian was the Shadowed's man, Papa," said Rinnie.

When he opened his arms, she ran to him. Her little face was bruised, a black and swollen knot on her chin. Her bottom lip was split and puffy. Tier looked from her to Phoran.

"Ielian again," he said. "Willon is responsible for the split lip, though."

"Tell us," said Seraph. She began a gentle examination of Gura, though Tier saw that her eyes blazed with rage. "Sit down, Phoran. If you keep swaying half-up, half-down, you'll fall. What happened, Lehr?"

"Ielian lured us out of our way - I suppose he and Willon had arranged something of the sort. Before any of us knew something was wrong, Willon froze us where we stood."

He took a deep breath. "Papa, Willon told us why he ran from Jes and me that night in Taela. He wanted us to succeed. He sacrificed his people so Mother would get all the Ordered gems. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with them, but he thought Mother, Hennea, and Brewydd might. He knew that Volis had the maps. When Mother and Hennea couldn't fix the gems, he wanted them to come here. He attacked you to force us to come here. Hinnum knew how to make the gems work right, but he wouldn't talk to Willon. Willon sent Mother to talk to Hinnum."

"What good did that do?" asked Hennea. "We won't talk to him either."

"Mother has people she cares about," replied Lehr. "Willon promised not to harm any of us if Mother fixed the gems so that they worked for him. He took Rinnie hostage and left us to break free of his spell and tell you what had happened."

"He took Rinnie?" asked Hennea, crouching beside Kissel. "Then why is she here? Did Hinnum rescue her?"

"No," Rinnie said. "That was Phoran. He broke free of the Shadowed's spell and came up to rescue me."

"Phoran rescued you from the Shadowed?" Hennea sounded incredulous.

"Not exactly," said Phoran wryly.

Tier tightened his hand on Rinnie's shoulder; he'd come so close to losing her. "What happened?"

"He broke free of the Shadowed's spell and told us how to do it, too," said Toarsen, with a respectful nod in Phoran's direction.

"It was an illusion," Phoran explained, giving Tier a sheepish grin. "Some parts of me aren't very nice, sir. The idea that a peasant, trumped-up parlor illusionist with delusions of godhood would try and command me, the Emperor, just seemed wrong. I couldn't believe it would work - so it didn't. The others had broken free by the time Rinnie and I got back. I don't know how."

Toarsen laughed, though there were tears in his eyes. He'd sat on the road next to Kissel, and now he touched him lightly. "Kissel, broke free before any of the rest of us. He said anything you could break free of couldn't hold him. He talked the rest of us free."

Phoran nodded soberly. "I chased after Rinnie. There's a stair carved into the cliff, just below that guard tower over there." He pointed to the second tower to the south. "I met Ielian, who was coming down the cliff as I came up. I tossed him off the cliff - "

"Too bad," murmured Seraph.

"He's dead," Phoran told her.

"Thank you," she said. "But I could have made it more painful."

Phoran half bowed. "The next one I will save for you. I couldn't be bothered with him because I knew Willon had Rinnie." He shrugged. "Not that I was much help. We exchanged a half dozen words, then he tossed me off the tower."

Tier turned to look at the tower in question again. "Down the cliff, too? You look good for a man who just fell several hundred feet."

"Thank you," said Phoran. "I feel good, too - relatively speaking." The Emperor tilted his head and looked at Rinnie with a smile. "I think it was Rinnie who saved me: we've been too busy trying to run to stop and exchange stories to make certain. But instead of being splatted unpleasantly on the ground, I was lying at the base of the cliffs trying to catch my breath, and Rinnie was there."