Cursor's Fury (Codex Alera #3)(117)

Crassus blinked his eyes several times. "Something came out of the cloud. Scarlet things. Shapes."

"Windmanes?"

"No, sir. Definitely not. They were solid, but... amorphous, I think, is the word. They didn't have a fixed profile. And they had all these legs. Or maybe tentacles. They came out of nowhere and grabbed us with them."

Cyril frowned. "What happened?"

"They started choking us. Pulling at us. More of them kept coming." Crassus took a deep breath. "I burned off the one that had me, and tried to help them. I cut at them, and it seemed to hurt them-but it didn't slow them down. So I started chopping at those leg things until Bardis was free. I think Adrian had an arm free and struck, too. But neither of them could keep themselves up, so I had to catch them before they fell. Sir Fantus helped, or I would have lost one of them."

Cyril pursed his lips, brows furrowed in consternation. "Lady Antillus? How fare the men?"

The High Lady glanced up from her work. "They've been burned. Some sort of acid, I believe. It is potent-it is still dissolving flesh."

"Will they live?"

"Too soon to tell," she said, and turned back to the tubs.

Cyril grunted, rubbed at his jaw, and asked Fantus, "Did you get a feel for the crafting behind this overcast?"

"No," Fantus said. "It isn't furycrafted."

More thunder rumbled. Scarlet lightning danced behind veils of clouds. "It's natural?"

Fantus stared up. "Obviously not. But it isn't furycraft."

"What else could it be?" Cyril murmured. He glanced at the wounded Knights. "Acid burns. Never heard of a fury that could do that."

Fantus squinted up at the overcast sky, and asked, "What else could it be?"

Cyril's eyes followed the Knight Tribune's gaze. "Well. If life was simple and predictable, imagine how bored we'd all get."

"Bored is good," Fantus said. "I like bored."

"So do I. But it would appear that fate did not consult with either one of us." Cyril rubbed at his forehead with one thumb, his face distant, pensive. "We need to know more. Take your best fliers up and be on your guard. Get another look at them if you can. We need to know if they're going to stay up there in the cover or if they'll come down here for dinner."

"Yes, sir," Fantus said.

"Meanwhile, I want one tier of the air patrol to keep a relatively low ceiling. Say, halfway up. Then a second tier, above them, keeping an eye on the clouds. If there's trouble, the first tier can come up to help."

Fantus frowned. "That near the ground it's going to be tiring on the first tier, Captain. The men will have to take it in shifts. It will severely reduce the number of eyes we've got looking out for trouble."

"We aren't in hostile territory. Better that than to lose more of our Knights Aeris to these things. We're spread thin enough as it is. Do it."

Fantus nodded and saluted again. Then he went to Crassus and stood beside the young Knight, staring down at the men in the tubs.

Tavi glanced back at the tubs and nearly threw up.

One of the men was dead, horribly dead, his body shrunken and wrinkled like a rotten grape, gaping holes burned into the body. The other Knight was breathing in frenzied gasps, his eyes wide and bulging, while the healers worked frantically to save him.

"It would seem that someone is attempting to impede our progress," the captain said to the First Spear.

"Doesn't make much sense. The way we're marching, we're getting out of Kalarus's way. Totally out of the theater of this war. He should be happy to see us on the road."