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    14

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    + Bodron's Keep. It glowered down at them. +

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    + The walls loomed high, like sea-cliffs, reaching for the oppressive sky. Massive stone blocks, piled on another, solid and set. Contorted ivy dug roots + into cracks and grizzled the face in straggly growth. +

    +

    + From somewhere unseen, a great bell tolled, an unearthly sound. It seemed to come from deep below their feet. +

    +

    + "Where's the door?" Kerry asked. +

    +

    + There seemed to be no door in the wall, even though the cobbled road from this side of the bridge led directly to it. Jack craned back to scan the + battlements overhead. A narrow tower stretched even higher, and dark things flew around it. He couldn't tell if they were birds or bats, but they seemed + too big to be either. +

    +

    + A motion high above caught his eye, but when he looked directly at where it had been, he could see nothing but shadows. He sensed a presence. + Something was staring down, examining him with cold malevolence. Its gaze was a palpable slither and he shuddered. The heartstone shivered too. The + invisible touch made him feel somehow contaminated. +

    +

    + Megrin approached the wall and held up her staff, before reaching to touch the cold stone with an expression of distaste. Corriwen turned towards the moat, + both knives ready, in case anything hauled itself out of the water where flickers of flame exploded the bubbles that burst on the surface where the bridge + had stood. +

    +

    + Megrin closed her eyes, one hand pressed on the wall. Jack heard her mutter again, though her words were incomprehensible. +

    +

    + The ground shuddered, sending ripples across the moat. Megrin spoke again, louder this time. Another shudder, and a grinding sound of stone on stone. +

    +

    + The tight-knit blocks began to twist and warp, some pushing out, others shrinking back, changing shape as they moved. Jack stood beside Kerry and Corrriwen + and watched fascinated as the rumbling scrape amplified until the ground trembled so powerfully they had to hold on to each other for balance. The + stonework ground apart, block by block, until a high arched entrance became clearly visible. +

    +

    + On either side, each curve arced up to a keystone carved into a skull. Beyond, a massive door studded with nails barred the way. A heavy knocker the size + of a wreath was etched with grotesque faces whose bulging eyes flickered in the half-light. +

    +

    + "How do we get in," Kerry asked. "Just knock?" +

    +

    + Megrin didn't respond. She raised the staff and slammed its end against the heavy door. +

    +

    + A loud creak of old metal split the air. Small puffs of rust erupted from massive hinges and very slowly, the door opened. +

    +

    + At first, Jack could see only darkness inside. He wrinkled his nose against the stale odour of must and damp, the smell of an old house that's been empty + for too long. Yet as the darkness receded, faint lights appeared and gradually grew brighter until they could make out the flicker of torches on high + walls. +

    +

    + Megrin silently took it all in, one hand held up to let them know she wanted them to stay back. +

    +

    + "Don't believe what you see, or what you hear" she said. "This is no earthly place, that's for certain. We'd say it was weird-bound." +

    +

    + "You got that right," Kerry said. "Weird's the word for it +

    +

    + "Wait here," Megrin instructed, then walked slowly forward into a wide hall. Her footsteps, at first loud and echoing, faded to complete silence after only + a few paces. She stopped, listening. They all strained to hear, tense and alert. +

    +

    + There was no sound, but Jack could sense a palpable threat. He could tell by their stance that Kerry and Corriwen felt something too. The air was + still. Dust festooned cobwebs that hung like drapes. But for the torches on the walls, the hall looked as if it had lain empty for years. +

    +

    + But it was not empty, Jack knew. Something waited in there. Something old. Something hungry. Had his father really been here? Had he faced it? +

    +

    + Did he die here? +

    +

    + Jack pushed that thought away. This was no time for negative thinking. +

    +

    + But I wish he was here with us, + he thought, I really do. Jack had no real memory of his father, but he imagined him to be strong and wise and capable. Somebody who would show him + the right thing to do. +

    +

    + Kerry spoke, and brought Jack back to the present.. +

    +

    + "I don't like this place at all." His voice was higher than normal. +

    +

    + "Me neither," Corriwen agreed. "I wish we still had the bridge…just in case." +

    +

    + The words were barely out of her mouth when they heard a low moan from behind them. They spun as one, but whatever had made the noise remained hidden. +

    +

    + "I don't like the sound of that either," Kerry said. "Maybe we should go inside." +

    +

    + "She wants us to wait," Corriwen cautioned, gesturing towards Megrin. +

    +

    + Jack forced himself forward until he was under the carved skull. The torchlight sent wavering shadows snaking across the floor, casting a dozen thin + silhouettes of Megrin behind her. +

    +

    + "Maybe it's okay," Kerry said. His tone said he didn't believe it was. +

    +

    + Before Jack could reply, the air in front of them, began to waver like a mirage Megrin's shape blurred, as if seen through smoky glass and to Jack's sudden + alarm, she seemed to grow fainter and fainter, until Jack could see the flickering lamps right through her. Her trail of shadows shrank and vanished. +

    +

    + "What the…?" He took a step forward. +

    +

    + Suddenly everything went dark and for an instant, Jack thought he must have gone blind. +

    +

    + "What happened?" Kerry's voice came from close to his shoulder. "Who turned the lights out?" Jack heard the scrape of metal on leather and knew that Kerry + had drawn his blade. +

    +

    + Corriwen's hand groped and found his arm. +

    +

    + "She just vanished," Jack said. "And I can't see a thing." +

    +

    + For a moment there was silence. +

    +

    + "Well," Kerry said. His voice sounded oddly muffled. "We can't hang around here. We either go in and put the lights on, or we get back out to whatever's + waiting for us." +

    +

    + "Go in," Corriwen said. "Whatever's happened to her, she might need our help." +

    +

    + She pushed Jack forward and followed on. +

    +

    + The air felt thick in his chest. It seemed to congeal around him and his lungs protested as he tried to draw breath. A sensation of drowning flooded him + with panic. Kerry gasped, reached for him and clasped his arm. +

    +

    + "Can't breathe…" +

    +

    + Jack forced himself to take another step, but the thick air wrapped itself around him like a membrane +

    +

    + He struggled on, wading against the pressure that first felt like muddy water then dragged like glue. With a huge effort, he managed to drag his right hand + up to the heartstone. Its familiar pulse beat in his palm. Kerry's voice had faded to a drone that seemed far away, but Corriwen's hand was still on his + shoulder. Maybe it was the heartstone or her touch that let him summon up the strength he needed. +

    +

    + Inch by inch, acting on pure instinct, he drew the great sword from its sheath and managed to raise the blade until it was upright in front of his eyes. + Again, without conscious thought, as if moved by some benevolent guidance, he raised the heartstone and touched it to the gem at the base of the hilt. +

    +

    + There was a blinding flash and an electric sizzle that juddered through him. A ripping sound rent the air. Suddenly they were all tumbling forward as the + invisible barrier gave way. +

    +

    + Light stabbed Jack's eyes and he clenched them tight as he clattered, still gripping the sword, to the stone floor. Corriwen landed on top of him, slamming + out what little breath he had in a painful whoosh. Kerry cursed eloquently, dropped his sword with a loud clang, and groped for Jack's arm. +

    +

    + "Can't see a thing!" +

    +

    + Jack slowly opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the glare. +

    +

    + Now he saw the hall was different to what they had seen from outside. Thick candles flickered on the walls where tallow torches had hung before. A long + table stretched from one end of the hall to the other. It was laden with plates and goblets, trenchers piled high with all sorts of food. A high-backed + chair sat empty at the far end. +

    +

    + But of Megrin Willow, there was no sign. +

    +

    + "Maybe it's not such a bad place after all," Kerry said, eyeing the food hungrily. He sounded relieved, or even just hopeful. "Just look at that spread!" +

    +

    + He started forward, licking his lips, but Jack pulled him back. +

    +

    + "No," he said. Kerry stopped, eyes fixed longingly on the abundance of food. "We're not welcome here. It's a trick." +

    +

    + "Where is Megrin?" Corriwen asked. +

    +

    + "We saw her disappear," Jack replied. "I don't know what happened. But she warned us not to believe what we see." +

    +

    + He pointed at the long table. "That's a trick. It wants us to eat." +

    +

    + It. + Not Bodron. IT. Something else, the presence on the battlements. The hunger. Something inside him told him it had not been human. +

    +

    + "You think it's poisoned?" +

    +

    + "I don't know. But we can't take the risk." +

    +

    + "It?" +

    +

    + "Whatever lurks here," Corriwen said softly. +

    +

    + "Something is watching us," Jack said, and Corriwen nodded agreement. All around them the high walls were festooned with old tapestries, depicting + battlegrounds and hunting scenes. Carved stone gargoyles stared down at them from contorted, ugly faces. The odour of cooked food was tantalising, but + underneath it, Jack could smell something else, something mouldy and stale, that he couldn't quite identify. It send a little shudder up his spine. +

    +

    + Kerry jerked his head left and right. "Don't say that. You're giving me even worse heeby-jeebies than I've already got." +

    +

    + "Just let's be careful. I'd like to know where Megrin went." +

    +

    + "Maybe she's found her brother," Kerry said hopefully. "Having tea and dunkin' biscuits and a nice old chinwag." +

    +

    + "Maybe," Jack said. "But somehow I don't think she'd just up and leave us." +

    +

    + At the far end of the hall, another arched doorway led out. Jack moved towards it, with Kerry and Corriwen very close behind, past the laden banqueting + table, ignoring the goblets and the steaming trenchers. The meal was laid for a large gathering, but there was nobody here but them. It felt disturbingly wrong. +

    + +

    + "Are we supposed to guess who's coming for dinner?" +

    +

    + Corriwen shushed Kerry to silence. She knew he talked more when he was nervous. They were just past the host's high seat when the sensation of being + watched came on so powerfully she turned mid stride. Jack heard a small gasp. +

    +

    + He followed her gaze and started back with a sharp intake of breath. Kerry did exactly the same. +

    +

    + The gargoyles on the walls had moved. That was unmistakeable. When they had come in, the contorted creatures had all been facing them in the + doorway, still as death, but grotesque all the same. Now they had swivelled to keep stony eyes glaring at them. +

    +

    + "Just a trick," Kerry said. "Has to be a trick, hasn't it? Some sort of clockwork? There's probably a switch behind the wall." +

    +

    + He was talking too fast, and his voice had raised an octave. In Kerry, that was scary enough. +

    +

    + The gargoyles stared hungrily, but they didn't move. +

    +

    + "They're just stone." Jack muttered, more in hope than certainty. "They can't hurt us." +

    +

    + But he kept his eyes fixed on them just the same as the three of them backed out of the door and swung it shut against those eyes. +

    +

    + Kerry sagged against the wall. "I hate creepy stuff like that. Even if it is a trick." +

    +

    + Now they were in some sort of dimly-lit antechamber, in which three smaller doors were set in the bare walls. +

    +

    + "Which way now?" Corriwen was pale. +

    +

    + "Good question." In this place, Jack's keen sense of direction was no use. They had a choice of three. For no particular reason, he was drawn towards the + middle door. +

    +

    + It opened into a long, unlit tunnel with a curved roof. Warily, Jack crept on, Corriwen and Kerry close behind, trying to make no sound as they groped + their way down the narrow confines. +

    +

    + Without warning, a powerful noise boomed out, like the beat of a monstrous heart. +

    +

    + Doom…doom… +

    + +

    + Not a heartbeat. Footsteps. Huge footsteps. The ground trembled again and the walls shook. +

    +

    + A low snarl echoed from the distance, deep as a fog-horn. +

    +

    + "Jeez….!" Kerry was backing off, tugging Corriwen with him. +

    +

    + Now Jack turned and they all ran back the way they had come. +

    +

    + Kerry barged into the door first, tumbled out, and rolled fast to his feet again. Jack pushed Corriwen past him then turned and slammed the door shut + behind them just as a mighty weight crashed against it. Little splinters shot out, but the timber held. +

    +

    + "Whatever that was…" Kerry said. "I never want to see it." +

    +

    + Behind the door, whatever it was snarled again and thudded angrily against it. They backed away, weapons out. +

    +

    + Corriwen cocked her head. "I heard something else. What's that?" +

    +

    + The crashing on the door had been so loud that Jack had heard nothing, but when he turned to listen, another sound came clearly. +

    +

    + "It's back in the big room," Kerry said, moving towards the door they had first some through. +

    +

    + And it was. The sound of men talking loudly and laughing. Kerry grinned, relief apparent on his face. +

    +

    + Before Jack could stop him, he was at the door, turning the latch, pushing it wide. +

    +

    + A banquet was in full swing. They stood together in the doorway just watching. +

    +

    + The previously empty benches were now crowded with men in leather jerkins and tall hats, quaffing from the goblets they had seen when they passed, laughing + and shouting to one another across the table while they gorged themselves on food and drink. +

    +

    + Kerry actually drooled. Jack felt his own stomach rumble. But his mind was racing. The hall had been empty before. Now the table was crowded with men. What men? Bodron's men? Bodron's minions? +

    +

    + "You think we're invited?" Kerry asked. +

    +

    + As soon as he spoke, the roistering died. Every man at the table turned towards them. An uncomfortable silence stretched out. Then one of the men at the + end of the table stood up, raised a goblet. +

    +

    + "We have guests," he said. "Young guests." +

    +

    + His fellows nodded and smiled, raising their own drinks in a sort of welcome. +

    +

    + Jack felt a familiar tingle ripple up and down his spine, as the heartstone pulsed hard. He held his arm out, to block Kerry, but there was no need. Kerry + stopped dead in his tracks and Jack actually saw the hairs rise up on the back of his neck. His mouth opened and shut several times and no sound came out. +

    +

    + Something moved. Then the deep rumble of something colossal taking a slow breath. A gust of wind came from nowhere and instantly snuffed out all the + candles along one wall and in that moment the scene flickered and fragmented in front of their eyes. Then everything snapped into sudden clarity. +

    +

    + Gargoyles clustered around the table; not men in tall hats. Gargoyles +

    +

    + The man who had stood and raised his glass was no longer a man, but a warted creature with a flat face and bulging yellow eyes. In its hand - its claw - it held a dripping piece of raw meat. Beside it, a green nightmare with scales all over its face giggled madly. +

    +

    + But worse than this vision, something moved in the high-backed chair at the head of the table. Its back was to them, but they could hear its shuddering + breath. +

    +

    + Jack saw two leathery wings began to unfold, very slowly, membranes stretched across long thin bones. Bats wings…Jack thought… dragon wings. +

    + +

    + A coil like a thick snake wrapped the carved chair legs, ridged and shiny and ending in a barbed point. Jack felt his breath back up in his lungs and lock + tight. He heard Corriwen whimper, a faint sound of pure terror. Kerry's throat clicked drily as if he choking. +

    +

    + The beast in the carved chair began to turn its unseen head towards them. +

    +

    + "No….." Kerry managed to get the word out. Jack was aware of Corriwen tugging at his belt. His knees felt weak and watery and he began to sag under + the weight of the awful terror that ratcheted through him. +

    +

    + The face of a nightmare was turning to face him and somehow he knew with dread certainty that if he looked in that great dark eye the shock of it might + stop his heart. +

    +

    + Look at me! +

    + +

    + A scrapy voice commanded inside his head. Look in my eyes. +

    + +

    + A paralysis of dread froze his muscles. +

    +

    + Then Corriwen jerked him backwards. Kerry was already, running for the door. Corriwen spun and followed but Jack felt a terrible compulsion to turn back + and look into that dead eye and be lost forever. He forced himself to keep moving despite the gravity of the beast's will dragging on him. +

    +

    + The foul connection between him and it seemed to stretch like rubber as he fought against it. When Jack reached the doorway, its hold on him snapped and he + was catapulted through the door. +

    +

    + Then he was falling. Tumbling and rolling down a long flight of wooden steps, crashing, elbows and knees, shoulder and hip, down and down until he hit + something solid and everything went black. +

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    15

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    + Megrin walked slowly through the torchlit chamber. All of her fine-honed senses probed ahead and around her. +

    +

    + This place was awash with power. +

    + +

    + The very air was thick with it. It tingled and itched on her skin like St Elmo's fire before a lightning storm. The walls were old and crumbling. Cracks + laced up like withered ivy. Old swords, rusted and pitted, hung from hooks. +

    +

    + It looked old, and it felt old. But Megrin knew all was illusion here. Nothing was as it seemed. Nothing at all. +

    +

    + She stopped in the centre of the hall and looked down at the floor, aware that the doorway she had come through was gone, as if it had never been. Behind + her the wall was blank and solid. +

    +

    + At her feet a circular design had been cut into the stones, a broad ring, etched into twenty one segments, each of which bearing words and symbols in an + ancient language that few on Uaine knew. +

    +

    + She understood immediately that these were the symbols that were written in the copperplates, the great spell that had brought peace, prosperity and + protection to Uaine down the generations. Each of the copperplate spells had been powerful in its own right. Together, carefully assembled in the proper + order, the sum was greater than the whole….a binding powerful enough to affect, and protect, the whole of Uaine. +

    +

    + Now, as she neared that source of power, she could feel it pressing down on her. +

    +

    + But this new binding was not the blessing of old. +

    +

    + This was something much darker. +

    +

    + She took two steps forward and stood in the centre of the carved circle. It was just stone, no power here, or if there ever was, it had faded with the + ages. She closed her eyes and when she did, she heard the sound of laughter, low and mocking, some way distant. Under her feet, the flagstones shifted with + her weight. +

    +

    + Megrin looked down and saw thin cracks spiderwebbing away from her and the floor in the circle began to shale and crumble. It felt as if she was standing + on sand undermined by a tide and she sensed her feet sink a little into it. +

    +

    + The sound of gleeful laughter came again, a low, jeering chuckle. It sounded unearthly and profoundly wicked. +

    +

    + Yet beyond that, so faint it was a whisper in her mind, she heard a child's voice, a soft sound that reached into her heart and squeezed it gently. She + didn't know why it did. +

    +

    + She stamped her staff down, once, twice, felt it bite into stone turned to powder. She sank a little further, feeling the grains clog her sandals, hissing + as it sucked at her. In mere seconds she was knee-deep and sinking deeper. +

    +

    + "Enough," she said. Her staff wreathed itself in light, dimmed, brightened again and she raised one foot against the pull, and when she placed it down + again, it felt a little more solid. +

    +

    + "Enough!" This time louder, more commanding. She took another step, ignoring the drag that tried to trip her, and then another, while the sandy grains + congealed and solidified until by the time she reached the edge of the circle, she was standing on solid stone once more. +

    +

    + "Childish games," she muttered under her breath. "What next, I wonder?" +

    +

    + A metallic clang rang out. She turned and saw one of the swords jangling on the wall, its rusty blade waggling as if knocked by an invisible hand. More + than that, she felt a change in the atmosphere, and instinctively pulled her staff close, held it with both hands. +

    +

    + All of the old weapons began to swing and jangle, setting up a cacophony of tuneless bells. +

    +

    + The long sword came spinning off the wall, whoop-whoop-whoop as if thrown by that same invisible hand. Before she could move, another flew off its + hook, and another, and another. +

    +

    + They came whirring at her, from all angles, blurring as they flew. +

    +

    + Illusion, maybe, she thought, but some illusions could be made real. +

    + +

    + In the last split second, before the first sword spun in at neck height, its rusty blade still sharp enough to take her head clean off, she raised the + staff high. +

    +

    + The sword shattered into a thousand sparks of white-hot metal that trailed blue smoke as they fell in a searing shower. +

    +

    + Megrin kept her stance, eyes closed in total concentration and felt her power rive through the staff. +

    +

    + The longsword stopped dead in the air as if it had hit a barrier and fragmented into rusty shrapnel that shot high and low and left pock-marks on the + walls. She turned slowly, almost serenely, murmurring in the old tongue as the ancient blades whirled in to smash and shatter against a force too strong + even for iron to breach. +

    +

    + Pieces of metal, shards and little solidified drops of iron were scattered all across the floor. +

    +

    + Megrin shook her head, more irritated than anything else. +

    +

    + "A cheap trick," she muttered. "The village Grisan could have done better." +

    +

    + But she knew this was just the beginning of a game to be played out in this dismal place. She also knew it was a dangerous game, and one that she might not + survive, because she was up against a power equal to her own, and perhaps now stronger. And darker. +

    +

    + For an instant, she regretted bringing those three children here to the nightmare that was Bodron's holdgard. +

    +

    + Yet all down the years, she had known they would come, and known it would come to this. What was written in the cast runes could not be unwritten. +

    +

    + Slowly she lowered her staff until it touched the floor again. Her knuckles were white as she gripped it tight. +

    +

    + She closed her eyes and began to speak in the old tongue, a powerful incantation of summoning. +

    +

    + When it was finished, she opened her eyes and started straight ahead. +

    +

    + "Now, Bodron, brother of mine…..come!" +

    +

    + Somewhere distant, heavy footfalls sent vibrations through the floor, strong enough for her to feel. +

    +

    + And she heard them approach…doom…doom…DOOM. +

    + +

    + *** +

    +

    + Kerry ran. He couldn't help it. The revellers at the table had changed. In the blink of an eye, the eyes that had turned towards him were pale and + clouded, set in the bloated faces of the dead men he had seen when they stumbled through the slaughterfield of Temair. +

    +

    + The stench of rotten meat was so thick on the air he began to gag. +

    +

    + And then those wings had spread out on either side of the high-backed chair while the dead things gobbled and tore at raw flesh. +

    +

    + Great black feathered wings unfolded with a schick-schick sound until they stretched out on either side, and then, its head began to turn. All he + saw was the shiny curve of a huge beak as it began to edge round the chair and he got a glimpse of a crater of an eye socket. +

    +

    + Roak, + his mind jabbered, even if the word couldn't get past his dry throat. The carrion bird of Temair, the kind that had hounded them from the slaughterfield + and attacked them time and again, under the command of the dread Morrigan. +

    +

    + Primitive fear made him run. He snatched Corriwen's arm and dragged her away, pushing her ahead of him. She went through the door and vanished. His own + momentum carried him out doorway and without warning the floor dropped away at a mad angle. +

    +

    + He went down the slope, unable to stop or even slow himself as the floor curved down like a funnel towards shadows. Behind him, a rasping caw + echoed in his ears and sent another shiver down his spine. He tripped, lost his balance and tumbled forward to land heavily on his shoulders with such a + jolt that all his breath was punched out. He lay in pain, unable to catch his breath, while the dark all around him was spangled with little purple sparks + that slowly faded. +

    +

    + Finally Kerry got himself to his hands and knees, whooping in great gulps until the dizziness passed and then he was able to groan at the pain in his back + and shoulder. He was kneeling on damp earth in a space not much wider than his shoulders. A faint light showed him roots poking through overhead, and a + mass of cobwebs stretched like sails from floor to ceiling. Something with many legs scuttled over his fingers and he snatched them back. +

    +

    + Guilt washed over him. He had left Jack and somehow he lost Corriwen, and that was worse, much worse than finding himself in this hole in the ground. He + balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his temples in anger and frustration until reason began to take hold again. +

    +

    + He had to find a way out of here and find them both. They needed him - that he was sure of. +

    +

    + Kerry drew the short sword and began to slash his way through the clinging cobwebs, ignoring the things that scuttled around his feet, not knowing where he + was going, but relieved to be simply going. +

    +

    + Then a voice spoke in his ear making him jump so suddenly his head cracked off a gnarled root above and almost floored him. +

    +

    + Water comes…water goes…water rises…water flows… + it was almost a sing-song. +

    + +

    + He twisted round, trying to find the source. +

    +

    + But then he heard something else and his heart turned to stone. +

    +

    + It was the sound of running water. It was far off and distant and at first he thought the tunnel might lead to open air beside a river with a waterfall. +

    +

    + But there was something in that sound, something awfully familiar. +

    +

    + Not a waterfall…. +

    +

    + In an instant, he was back in the darkness under the Morrigan's black barrow on Temair, listening to the terrible roar of water rushing towards him. +

    +

    + "Oh Jeez!" +

    +

    + Then he felt the walls shudder and a sudden punch of compressed air against his back as the crash of water soared to a crescendo. +

    +

    + And he was running, running in the dark, slashing through the cobwebs hardly aware of the walls blurring past him and the roots slapping his head. Behind + him, the flood snarled and bellowed, gaining on him. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Corriwen tumbled through the doorway. Kerry had snagged her sleeve and swung her ahead of him while the image of the thing in the high chair was still + burned into her mind. +

    +

    + A peeling skull, mad eyes rolling in its sockets…impossible! But something in that glare had pierced to her soul with such foul intensity + that she almost fainted. +

    +

    + The room had tilted. Then Kerry had pushed her ahead of him and she'd tumbled through the doorway, spinning dizzily, flying, heels over head in a grey + nothingness. +

    +

    + Her stomach heaved and she felt nausea rise up to her throat as she flailed for balance. Miraculously, she landed on her feet and then she stumbled forward + and stopped, heart thudding. +

    +

    + It took her a few seconds to realise that the castle walls were gone; that there was no doorway, no slope, nothing at all. Nothing but a pearly mist that + spread out around her in every direction. +

    +

    + She stood still, trying to take it in, to make some sense of it, to find some object she could focus her eyes on, but there was nothing but a featureless + sea of grey. It stretched to the far horizon - if there was a horizon - and Corriwen was not even sure of that. +

    +

    + There was no sound except her own breathing and the beat of her heart. She took a step forward, feeling a spongy surface under her foot. If she + made any noise, it was damped to silence by the thick mist. +

    +

    + A sudden sense of isolation swamped her in this emptiness and awful silence. +

    +

    + Jack Flint and Kerry Malone were not here. She couldn't sense them, as she had always been able to do before when she was in danger. Even as a + prisoner in Eirinn she had been sure in the knowledge that they would come for her. Something in her heart had told her they would come, and it had been + right. +

    +

    + But how could they find her here? +

    +

    + Corriwen began to walk, picking any direction because they were all the same. She trudged on, for what might have been hours, trying to find something, + anything in the emptiness. The mist curled around her legs, but she was scared to stop and unable to sit and rest because then the mist would be over her + head and she did not want that, not at all. +

    +

    + The further she walked, the more she came to fear that she could be stuck in this grey place, alone, forever. +

    +

    + Some time later, a shiver down her spine told her that she was not alone. +

    +

    + Corriwen heard it, but she couldn't see it, and that was worst of all. +

    +

    + The mist had thickened and deepened and was now up to her waist. She tried to reach her mind out to Jack and Kerry, but there was no sense of any contact. +

    +

    + Then, in the thick silence, she heard a sound, a low growl. +

    +

    + She turned in a full circle, spine tingling, trying to locate it, but there was nothing to be seen in the sea of grey. Both her knives were out and ready. +

    +

    + The growl became a deep guttural grunt, too much like the bristleback boars the Scree ogres had sent to hunt her through the forests of Temair, but it was + more savage than that. All she heard in it was an slavering hunger. +

    +

    + She backed away, hoping she backed in the right direction, then turned and began to run, desperately searching for somewhere to hide. +

    +

    + The unseen thing could be anywhere at all. The mist hid everything below waist level and she felt like a swimmer in dangerous water, waiting for unseen + jaws to open. +

    +

    + The creature grunted again, and she knew it has sensed her, smelt her perhaps. Now it was coming for her. +

    +

    + Panic swelled and she tried to force it down. Corriwen veered to the left, then to the right, trying to shake off her pursuer, but no matter how she + turned, it was always within earshot. The mist did little to muffle that hungry growl. Now it was loud, much too loud and she knew that it would soon be on + her and she would be fighting for her life. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + In the middle of the great chamber, the air writhed, and grey smoke began to thicken and solidify until it became a gauzy staircase that led straight + ahead, up and up until it vanished in the distance. +

    +

    + The footsteps grew steadily louder. Megrin felt her heart quicken and commanded it to slow. This was time for resolve, not apprehension. +

    +

    + A shape appeared high on the staircase. +

    +

    + He stopped, a man in a black cowl which hid his eyes and shadowed his face. +

    +

    + Bodron. +

    +

    + His breath was a slow, dry rasp as he descended. Bony knuckles tightened on a staff made of black wood. He raised his head and she looked into eyes which + seemed devoid of any humanity. +

    +

    + Those eyes were not her brother's eyes as she remembered them. They stared out from some hell where no light ever reached. +

    +

    + "Megrin," Bodron spoke. Behind him, the strange staircase began to shimmer into the vapour from which it had emerged and it slowly vanished. +

    +

    + "Bodron…brother." She felt as if her throat was desert-dry. "It has been a long time…too long to be alone in this place." +

    +

    + "So you pay a visit. How….sisterly. And what message have the Geasan-eril sent you to deliver?" +

    +

    + The eyes fixed her with a black stare. His face was bloodless as marble and lined with deep creases. How, she wondered, did he know she had been sent? +

    +

    + As if he could read her thoughts Bodron spoke again. "I have eyes in the night. They keep me well informed. So what does the council of spellbinders want + of me?" +

    +

    + "They want you to put an end to this darkness. And they require you to give up the Copperplates." +

    +

    + Bodron's sudden laugh echoed all round the chamber. +

    +

    + "I am on the far edge of Uaine here, far from the concerns of your spellbinders. Why should they interfere with my work?" +

    +

    + "Because your…work is spreading out over the summerland. Don't you know what is happening throughout Uaine? The shadow from this place is + spreading like disease. Nightshades are loose in the dark, infesting field and forest, town and village." +

    + +

    + "Nightshades? Mere shadows. Surely your council fears no shadow." +

    +

    + "It is what power brought them to Uaine that concerns us. What dark power have you raised from beneath and brought among us? The Copperplates have been + turned to evil purpose. We shall have them, and we shall try to undo what damage you have wrought. Close the nether-gate you have unlocked." +

    +

    + Bodron was silent for a moment. Then he chuckled, a low, cold sound that was so unlike the Bodron she had known as a child. +

    +

    + "I spent a lifetime searching for these talismans," he finally said. "But I found them. They are mine." +

    +

    + "Not yours, brother. They belong to Uaine and always have, since the first great spellbinding." +

    +

    + "Not great enough, obviously," he sneered. "Since I alone was able to gather them all and achieve for myself what took one and twenty of the greatest Geasan." +

    +

    + "Always the ambitious one. You were indeed a great Spellbinder, Bodron. Why would you want more, when the power is a sacred gift from the Sky Queen?" +

    +

    + "Your Sky Queen is long gone from the worlds. She wields no power here. There are others as powerful as she ever was." +

    +

    + "But why would you want to interfere with the good of Uaine?" +

    +

    + "What do I care for Uaine? I have more pressing matters. " He paused, , and then, his voice changed, just enough to give Megrin the merest hint of the + person that used to be her brother. "…I…needed the Copperplates." +

    +

    + Bodron's mouth snapped shut, as if he wanted to bite back the words. His frame shook violently and he doubled over. He gasped as if in pain and then slowly + unfolded until he was standing straight again, eyes once more hidden by the cowl. +

    +

    + "Begone…witch!" It came out in a deep, beastly growl, and a cold shudder ran through Megrin. She bent forward, trying to see into those hidden eyes. + He raised his head. Their eyes met and she recoiled as if she'd been struck. +

    +

    + "You are not Bodron," she cried. "Who are you? What are you?" +

    +

    + "I am your brother as ever was." The voice came from the shadows, it echoed as if there was more than one speaker. "And yet I am more." +

    +

    + "Not…my…. brother," she repeated. Her own voice sounded strangled and she felt her throat constrict as if an icy hand had clamped on her neck. + A cold oozed through her and as the pressure on her throat tightened, her vision began to blur and waver. +

    +

    + Bodron had not moved, but somehow he had reached out to her. She closed her eyes and fought back against the dark power, concentrating on the invisible + stranglehold. She groaned with the effort, sagging to her knees. Then the pressure was gone, and she lurched forward, gasping for air. +

    +

    + "Begone," the shadowed figure commanded. For a second Megrin felt compelled to turn away. +

    +

    + She forced herself to resist. "Not without the Copperplates." +

    +

    + Bodron laughed again, a cacophony of voices overlapping one another. +

    +

    + "Take them," he rumbled. "If your power is equal to mine. And know this: I already have what you brought me." +

    +

    + It raised the black staff and described a circle in the air. Within it, a hazy image slowly came to focus. +

    +

    + And she saw Jack Flint painfully pull himself upright. +

    +

    + The heartstone dangled clearly from the open neck of his tunic. +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch16.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch16.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..7d2e60e --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch16.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,264 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 16 + + + + +
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    +

    16

    +

    + Kerry was running, running in the dark, slashing through the cobwebs that tried to hold him back, hardly aware of the walls blurring past him and the roots + slapping his head. +

    +

    + Behind him, a raging flood snarled and bellowed, gaining on him despite his speed. +

    +

    + "Height," he thought, "Need to climb!" +

    +

    + But the burrow-like tunnel was level. He was caught here, with water at his back and nothing but shadows ahead. He ran and ran, ran for his life, biting + down on the panic that threatened to swamp him just as easily as that surging flow would if it caught him. +

    +

    + He barged through another veil of webs. Ahead of him, the tunnel forked, left and right. +

    +

    + In his head, the voice spoke again. He didn't recognise any words, but it seemed to touch something real. Without hesitation he threw himself right. This + tunnel was even narrower than the first, earthen walls scraping his shoulders, trying to slow him down. He hunched tight and ran on, feet thudding, heart + thumping. +

    +

    + "Jump….!" Another wordless command. +

    +

    + Without thinking, Kerry leapt….and leapt clean over a yawning hole. His feet hit crumbling earth on the far side but he managed to scramble forward + before he slipped into black depths. Behind him, the roar was deafening, pushing him forward with enormous pressure in this confined space. +

    +

    + Then, miraculously, the path began to rise. A surge of hope swelled. Maybe…just maybe he could get high enough. +

    +

    + He couldn't even risk a glance behind. There was not an instant to lose. Already the air was moist and he could feel a cold droplet spray on the back of + his neck. Just yards behind him, he could sense the water catching up, a raging beast set to pounce. +

    +

    + He was up the slope, slowing down not one bit. Froth surged around his feet and he knew that in one second he'd be slammed forward, then swallowed. He + screwed up his eyes in dread anticipation, forced one last huge effort from his legs… +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Jack's head throbbed. His whole body was one big bruise, or so it felt. Carefully he uncurled. For a moment looping vertigo made his vision blur and he + closed his eyes tight until it went away. +

    +

    + He sat up, as the horrific memory of gargoyles and the creature with great leathery wings came back to him. +

    +

    + Jack shook the vision from his mind, not wanting to relive that moment or the, mindless terror he had felt. +

    +

    + He tried to work out where he was. Corriwen and Kerry had been ahead of him, moving fast. He had run for the door, feeling the pull of that creature's + will. +

    +

    + And then he had been falling, crashing down until everything faded. He looked groggily around, but there was no sign of his friends. He called for them by + name, but heard only his voice reverberating from stone walls then fading to silence. +

    +

    + He forced himself to his feet, checking to ensure he still wore the heartstone, and that he still had the great sword and the leather bag with the Book of + Ways inside. +

    +

    + Then he braced himself against a wall and took in his surroundings. He was on a wide spiral stairwell. There was no banister of any sort, and each dusty + wooden tread was fixed into the wall, without any other support. It felt flimsy and unsafe. +

    +

    + He risked getting closer to the edge of the stairs and looked up. The stairs spiralled for an impossible distance before they disappeared in murk and dust. + Vertigo made him sway on the brink and he backed away. He felt trapped and confined and totally alone. +

    +

    + The steps below him took several turns before they reached a stone floor. It was darker down there, but logic told him he should take the lesser distance + so, hugging the wall, he descended carefully, until he reached the bottom and a blank, circular wall. A dead end. +

    +

    + In the centre of the floor there was a rusted metal grate with thick bars on what looked like the top of an ancient well, fastened by a single hoop. Jack + approached it cautiously and peered down, expecting to see his reflection in water. But there was nothing. The well seemed to go down as far as the + stairway ascended. +

    +

    + Yet something was down there. The heartstone squeezed against him, just as a low vibration reverberated from the depths. +

    +

    + Jack forced himself back, fighting a curious compulsion to stay and see what it could be. He turned and scrambled up the steps, two at a time, as the steps + creaked and dipped alarmingly under his weight. When he thought he had gained enough height, he crawled forward until he could see back down. +

    +

    + Something hit the grate with such force the heavy bars jumped upwards. It clanged back down again and from behind them, came a ferocious roar. +

    +

    + Jack recoiled, wondering if there was anywhere inside Bodron's domain that wasn't haunted by beasts and nightmares. Did Megrin's brother have monsters + lying in wait at every turn? Jack couldn't answer that question, but he knew he'd have to assume so, if he had any chance of staying alive in this terrible + place. +

    +

    + Creature in the well crashed again at the grate and Jack was convinced it was only a matter of time before the old metal gave way. He needed to get some + more distance. +

    +

    + Jack continued up the stairway for another ten turns before he risked stopping to look up, hoping to see a doorway or a landing. But there was nothing. + Only the flimsy spiral steps going up and up until they disappeared in the distance. +

    +

    + Far below he heard the gate snap open and crash back against the floor and the trapped beast, now free, bellowed in triumph. Almost immediately, Jack heard + the hard thud of its weight on the treads. It sounded more like hooves than feet, but he didn't chance looking down. Ahead of him the staircase climbed + impossibly high and he knew he couldn't keep running forever. +

    +

    + He suddenly recalled Megrin's warning +

    +

    + Don't believe what you see, or what you hear. This is no earthly place, that's for certain. We'd say it was + weird-bound. +

    +

    + Think, he ordered himself - though not daring yet to pause on the stairs, because behind him he could hear the clatter of hooves on the treads + and they sounded even louder than before. Think……! +

    +

    + "Don't believe what you see or hear." He spoke the words aloud. "She means it's not real." +

    +

    + What he'd seen in the great chamber, when it turned to look at him, it had felt real. It seemed to reach inside his soul. +

    +

    + Jack caught his breath and listened. The clatter of running hooves was closer now. He shouldered the satchel, grasped the hilt of the sword and started + climbing again, as fast as he could, and then he forced himself to stop. Quickly he unhitched the satchel and drew out the Book of Ways, placed it on a + step, and tried to ignore the thud-thud-thud from below. +

    +

    + The Book opened words began to scroll across the page. +

    +

    + As Jack bent to read, the letters squirmed and changed, a jumble of characters impossible to read. He tried to focus on them, but it made his head ache. + The letters spun and separated, crawling over the page like ants. +

    +

    + Almost desperately, he reached into his tunic and drew out the Heartstone, cupped both hands around it, and looked at the open book through the smoky + fireglass. +

    +

    + The lines on the page jumped into clarity and he read: +

    +

    + Journeyman finds all confusion +

    +

    + Caught in snare of bale illusion +

    +

    + Friend is lost in shadow land +

    +

    + Testing time is now at hand +

    +

    + Spellbind storm approaches swift +

    +

    + Heart will summon friend adrift. +

    +

    + He stared at the words, willing them to make sense. They always had before, even if the message was at first unclear. Below him, the beast on the stairs + howled and its clattering hooves sent shudders up the wooden steps. +

    +

    + The book snapped shut. +

    +

    + All confusion…bale illusion. +

    + +

    + And Megrin's words were fresh and clear. Don't believe. +

    + +

    + He closed his eyes, pressed the heartstone on his forehead, feeling its heat. He pictured himself, with Kerry and Corriwen together in sunlight on the lush + grass of Uaine. The heart beat in time with his own pulse. +

    +

    + "I believe…in my friends. I believe in the sword…..and in the Book of Ways!" +

    +

    + His voice rose: "I believe in the Sky Queen. I believe in the Heartstone. All of them are real." +

    +

    + He turned on the stair, eyes closed, but now facing down the spiral. +

    +

    + "But I don't believe in you!" +

    +

    + The howl soared to a scream. +

    +

    + "I… DON'T… BELIEVE!" +

    + +

    + A wave of pressure blasted up from below, rattling the flimsy wooden steps, and a rumbling vibration shuddered the walls. +

    +

    + Jack pressed the heart tight on his skin. +

    +

    + "Corriwen," he cried aloud. "Kerry! Can you hear me?" +

    +

    + The stone wall beside him wavered like the surface of a pool. Above him, high overhead, the walls convulsed and a section of the stairway popped free and + came tumbling down. +

    +

    + "Corriwen!" +

    +

    + And suddenly he could see her in the gleam of the heartstone, stumbling in a mist that was up to her chest, a mist that seemed to stretch to the far + horizon and keep going. She cocked her head, as if she heard him too. +

    +

    + Jack concentrated hard. He imagined he heard her voice, thin and muffled in the mist. +

    +

    + And behind that voice, the sound of something that growled like predator. +

    +

    + Corriwen was turning around wildly, trying to locate the sound that Jack had heard. +

    +

    + "Run..Corrie. Run to me!" +

    +

    + Under his feet, a powerful tremor shook the staircase and it began to disintegrate. The treads vibrated like springs and some of those higher up began to + work themselves free. They simply dropped, one on another, like dominoes. +

    +

    + Jack opened his eyes and saw them plummet towards him in an avalanche of dusty wood. A noise like thunder swelled louder and louder as they slammed into + lower ones and knocked them free, until all he could see was a mass of broken wood falling so fast it swept everything away. +

    +

    + And there was no way for him to escape. +

    +
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    17

    +

    + Kerry ran for his life. +

    +

    + The roar of rushing water filled the passageway. In another second he'd be slammed forward, then swallowed. He forced one last huge effort from his legs. +

    +

    + And ten paces ahead, the passage came to a sudden dead end. +

    +

    + The voice in his head ordered him to leap. +

    +

    + A desperate cry escaped him as he instinctively obeyed, before an enormous weight hit him square in the back and threw him straight at the blank wall. +

    +

    + He was flying, rolling, tumbling. Helpless. +

    +

    + An deafening screech like ripping metal pierced the roar of water. A blinding light seared his eyes and all his breath was punched out of him again. He + kept rolling and the light flashed in pulses as he went and he knew that this must be what it is like at the very end. Just a flickering light and no pain. +

    +

    + He tumbled on warm softness until his momentum slowed and he lay, face down. He closed his eyes, feeling gentle heat on his back and for a moment he + thought: That wasn't too bad. +

    + +

    + All around him, the sweet scent of flowers filled still air. Somewhere close, a little stream burbled over pebbles. Small birds sang clear musical notes. +

    +

    + Kerry lay still, giving himself to the warmth. He opened his eyes and saw vivid green all around him until it began to fade in a constellation of little + stars that sparked and winked in his vision. +

    +

    + Then his lungs kicked back to life in a powerful lurch that rolled him onto his back and he whooped in a huge breath of clean fresh air. The little stars + vanished and the green returned. Overhead, a bright sun beamed down on him and an iridescent dragonfly slowly buzzed past his face. +

    +

    + "Heaven," he mumbled, getting slowly to his knees. "Has to be." +

    +

    + He'd never really thought about heaven before. But if this is what it felt like, then it wasn't too bad at all. He patted himself down, surprised that he + was unhurt and unbroken, and further surprised that he still wore his tunic and the short-sword in its scabbard. He was on a low slope covered in rich + grass that smelt of lush growth. Further down, a crystal stream sang its watery notes as it licked around the roots of small trees. +

    +

    + Kerry made his way there and eased down beside the clear water. His throat was dry and he lowered his face to drink. +

    +

    + Before his lips reached the surface, the water rippled as if stirred by an invisible hand, and to his amazement, a little fountain frothed up to meet him, + just as it had done when they entered the Geasan circle. He let the cool water cleanse his throat, drinking deep until his thirst was completely + slaked. +

    +

    + "Thanks," he whispered, pushing back to squat on the bank. Fat, silver trout lazed in a pool dappled by bright sun. Beside his head, an overhanging branch + bore small fruits and as he reached for one, it swelled into a golden globe the size of an apple. It almost fell into his hand and when he bit into it, + sweet juice spurted on his tongue with such intensity that he felt as if he was tasting it with his whole body. +

    +

    + He ate it in a few bites, feeling strength and well-being flow through him, then sat back, deliciously replete. +

    +

    + Overhead, a little breeze shivered the leaves and their rustling sounded so much like a whispered voice that he could almost make out the words. +

    + +

    + Something moved in the corner of his eye, a little shimmer of motion that made him turn quickly, but when he did, there was nothing to see. +

    +

    + "Big trout and a nice stream," he spoke aloud. "Could be worse." +

    +

    + Another motion on the far bank snagged his attention, and when he looked, all he could see was a flight of lacewings catching sunbeams. +

    +

    + But there had been something. He could sense it, and what was more, he could feel eyes upon him. +

    +

    + He breathed in slowly, savouring the clean air, then cupped his face in his hands, opening his fingers just enough to let light in. He waited like that for + five minutes, not moving. +

    +

    + Then he saw it. +

    +

    + The air beside the fruit-bush wavered like a mirage on a hot road. Behind it the leaves seemed to tremble and dance, and then a small form slowly began to + take shape. Between his fingers, he strained to see what it was. There was a shape, but it was translucent and he could make out the leaves and flowers + directly behind it. He kept his head down, and very slowly, as if from the sparkling air itself, a form condensed, becoming more opaque. +

    +

    + And there she was, a small figure sitting on a smooth stone, bare feet at the edge of the water. She had hair the colour of summer corn and wide, lustrous + brown eyes, an elfin face. Her elbows rested on her knees and her chin was cupped in both hands. +

    +

    + At first Kerry thought the reflections in the stream were catching her eyes, but then he saw that the lustrous brown was flecked with gold highlights that + sparkled magically as she regarded him. +

    +

    + Very slowly, so as not to scare her away, he lowered his fingers and their eyes met. A little jolt that he couldn't quite explain ran through him. +

    +

    + "Hello!" It was all he could think of saying. +

    +

    + She started at him silently, with those incredible eyes holding him. +

    +

    + "Are you an angel?" Kerry began. She shook her head. +

    +

    + "A fairy? Something like that?" +

    +

    + Now she smiled and the eyes sparkled even brighter. +

    +

    + "I am Rionna. This is my place." +

    +

    + "Hi Rionna. I'm Kerry. At least I was Kerry. I don't know what I am now. Is this like heaven? Or limbo?" +

    +

    + "It's my place," she said, still smiling. "I brought you here." +

    +

    + She stood up, a slender little thing, barefoot and wearing a simple green shift, hair in long twin braids. She walked across the shallows towards him, + making neither sound nor splash, and knelt in front of him. +

    +

    + "You were in…danger," she said. "I felt your fear. Here there is no fear." +

    +

    + Very tentatively she reached a delicate hand and touched his. +

    +

    + "Welcome Kerry. Safe in Rionna's haven." +

    +

    + "I don't know how you did it…but thanks. I'm sort of scared of water. I can't swim." +

    +

    + She came closer, examining his face. Her free hand touched him on the side of his nose. +

    +

    + "What are these things? These marks?" +

    +

    + At first he was taken aback and touched his skin where she did. Their fingers met and another strange little jolt made him shiver. +

    +

    + "Oh, these? They're freckles. I get them all the time, being Irish. You want to see me in summer. I'm like a freakin' leopard." +

    +

    + She held his hand, her fingers warm yet gripping strongly. +

    +

    + "I knew you would come. I never saw a Kerry before." +

    +

    + "Oh, no. I'm just a boy." +

    +

    + She frowned, puzzled. "A boy?" +

    +

    + "Yes. Just a kid. Well, a bit more than a kid. But not a man. Not yet." +

    +

    + He grinned. "You mean to say you never met a boy before?" +

    +

    + She shook her head. "I never met anyone before." +

    +

    + "Well, just wait until you meet my friends." +

    +

    + Rionna leaned closer until they were almost nose to nose. She smelt of apple-blossom. +

    +

    + "What is a friend?" +

    +

    + *** +

    + +

    + Oh Bodron, what have you done? +

    + +

    + Megrin fixed her eyes on him, standing motionless, while her mind roamed along dark corridors and narrow passages, through halls and rooms until, at last, + she found a place high in Bodron's Keep that her mind could not perceive. It was wreathed in a miasma of night. +

    +

    + This must where he kept the Copperplates. A secret place swathed in a hiding-spell. +

    +

    + She would have to find it, find the ancient Copperplates and then work out a way to reverse what Bodron had done. +

    +

    + And she had to find out what Bodron had done to Jack Flint, or what he planned for him. That plan, she knew, must involve the Journeyman's heartstone. + Bodron meant to have it, and if he could corrupt its power as he had done with the Copperplates, who knew what might be unleashed? +

    +

    + "Begone…witch." Bodron raised his staff again and orange snakes of weird light coursed around it. +

    +

    + Without warning Megrin was slammed backwards by a force so powerful it felt as if all her bones would shatter, but in a split second she had recovered d + her wits and held her own staff upright. +

    +

    + Stop! +

    + +

    + One word of command and all motion ceased. +

    +

    + The cowled figure turned and was striding away from her. Blue fire licked around the carved head of her staff and she sent it outwards in a searing bolt. + It wrapped itself around Bodron's receding form. He halted in mid-stride and she felt his enormous power as he fought against her. For a brief moment she + was connected to the evil within him and felt utter revulsion and the strain of holding the binding-spell was so enormous she cried out. He turned to face + her. +

    +

    + "You think your puny tricks can hold me?" +

    +

    + Under his hood, she saw a sly and hungry grin. +

    +

    + He lowered his head and began to chant. "Raging fire and bubbling stone…" Megrin heard those words clearly. +

    +

    + Bodron stamped one foot…and the whole chamber shook. Where his heel came down, a fissure opened in the stone floor, zig-zagging towards her. Yellow + smoke hissed up and oozed gouts of molten stone flowed across the floor, trapping her against the wall. +

    +

    + "River water, cool and clear." Megrin sang aloud as she cast her own spell. +

    +

    + Her staff writhed in her hands. Bolts of blue light arced between its head and the stone wall and where they touched, cold water jetted from a dozen holes, + cascading on to the molten rock in an eruption of sound and steam. +

    +

    + "Enough, Bodron," Megrin cried. "Give up what you have stolen from Uaine." +

    +

    + He laughed a high cackle and spun on his heel. +

    +

    + The walls around her buckled and heaved, splitting the masonry apart. From the holes in the stonework, misshapen things began to crawl out, yellow-eyed and + scaled. Some spread leathery wings and took flight. Others crawled to the floor like spiders. Some had curved beaks, others had gaping mouths lined with + teeth, each of them a vision from hell. +

    +

    + Megrin quenched the fear that flared within her. These things were not real, not alive, yet within Bodron's domain, even the unreal could take shape and + substance. +

    +

    + She shook the sleeves of her long coat. Two white cats suddenly appeared on their feet beside her, her familiars, big as bobcats, purring with + anticipation. +

    +

    + The nightmares of Bodron's creation surged forward. +

    +

    + Megrin raised her staff. +

    +

    + Beaks and mouths gaped, talons opened as the apparitions attacked. +

    +

    + Megrin's familiars leapt, their own claws unsheathed. They met the onslaught in a flurry of motion, ripping and rending as the attacking horde hooked and + stabbed, trying to reach Megrin. +

    +

    + Bodron turned away, his demonic laughter still booming over the screeching of the abominable creations as they were torn to pieces by the familiars and + blasted from the air by the shafts from Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + She was too busy battling in the corner to stop him from leaving. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + High above Jack, the steps cascaded down, knocking more and more free as they came, dislodging the stones that held them in place. He forced himself flat + against the wall despite the certainty that it could not shield him from the cascading debris. +

    +

    + He back on his fear and held the heartstone to his eyes. Again through its crystal, he could see Corriwen running in the mist. +

    +

    + Behind her, Jack could see a grey, powerful shape in pursuit. Its back was ridged with horny scales and its mouth opened to show rows of red teeth. He + didn't know what it was, didn't need to know. +

    +

    + "Run, Corriwen." He cried. "Run!" +

    +

    + He saw her cock her head as if she'd heard his shout. +

    +

    + "Jack? Jack?" her voice was muffled. +

    +

    + "Run Corrie. Run to my voice!" +

    +

    + Jack couldn't hear himself above the thunder of the collapsing stairway, but he knew Corriwen had heard him. +

    +

    + "Where are you Jack? I can't see you." +

    +

    + Behind her the beast snorted and wheeled around on thick legs. Jack saw scarlet eyes as it swung its head in Corriwen's direction, and then it suddenly + accelerated its pace, heading directly for her. +

    +

    + "To my voice, Corrie. Come on!" +

    +

    + She didn't turn to look behind. She simply ran, ran like the wind, clasping her knives tightly on either side, her cape billowing behind her. +

    +

    + He could see her more clearly now, face pale, red hair whipped back, mouth agape as she gasped for breath. +

    +

    + The monster was closer now now, fifteen yards behind. Ten yards. Jack kept calling, to give her a direction. +

    +

    + She put on a last spurt of speed, racing directly towards Jack, while above him, ton after ton of splintering wood and crumbling masonry smashed into the + stairs, almost throwing him off balance. +

    +

    + Corriwen was yelling his name, high and desperate. +

    +

    + Jack urged her on, willed her towards him. He pressed hard against the cold stone wall. +

    +

    + Without warning, it gave under the pressure. His arms sank into it and he stumbled forward as the stone simply dissolved. +

    +

    + And suiddenly Corriwen was there in front of him, yelling for him. Behind her the monster bunched ropy muscles, ready to pounce. Corriwen slammed into him + with such force he was thrown backwards. +

    +

    + He felt himself pass through a filmy surface. Claws ripped through it with a horrendous tearing sound, making great grooves. +

    +

    + They were out of the mist and back on the other side of the wall. An avalanche of timber and masonry came crashing down towards them as they tumbled over + and over and over. Jack saw one massive block whirl in the air, cannoning from wall to wall, expanding in his vision as it bulleted towards them. He + managed to twist, getting himself between the plummeting rock and Corriwen's fragile frame, even as he realised this would make no difference at all. +

    +

    + A huge weight clubbed him. He thought he heard his bones breaking like thin sticks and a searing orange light exploded behind his eyes. +

    +

    + And then Jack and Corriwen were bouncing along on damp grass. When they finally stopped they lay there together, panting like hunted animals. +

    +

    + Jack groggily raised himself to his elbows, trying to get his sight to focus. His head began to clear and he saw, a short distance away, the dim light of a + candle glowing behind the window-pane in Megrin's woodland cottage. +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch18.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch18.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..3845532 --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch18.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,284 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 18 + + + + +
    +
    +

    18

    +

    + For a long while, all Jack could do was hold tight to Corriwen. She was trembling almost as much as he was in the aftermath. He kept thinking she was safe + from the beast in the mist and that somehow they had both survived the collapse of the vast stairway. +

    +

    + "Are you okay?" her asked Corriwen finally. +

    +

    + "I don't know yet. But if you hadn't found me, I don't think I would be. Like Kerry would say, a goner?" +

    +

    + She looked up at him. "Where is Kerry?" +

    +

    + "I don't know. I thought he would be with you." +

    +

    + Corriwen shook her head. "No. I thought. Oh no! Is he still …?" +

    +

    + She didn't finish the sentence as the awful realisation hit both them. Somehow they had escaped from Bodron's keep, but Kerry was still lost in that + nightmare. +

    +

    + "How did we get out?" Corriwen was still confused. +

    +

    + "I don't know. Megrin said there was a spell to keep people away. Maybe it spat us out." +

    +

    + "Then we must find a way back there. We have to find Kerry." +

    +

    + Jack nodded, though his heart sank at the thought of how long it might take to find their way to Bodron's keep, and how long Kerry could survive within it. +

    +

    + "We need time to think," he said. He turned her around and that's when she noticed the cottage in the forest clearing. +

    +

    + "Look! It's Megrin's house." +

    +

    + "I know," Jack said. "Back where we started. How we got here I don't know, but we're a long way from Bodron's place." +

    +

    + He looked around at the dark shadows in the forest. Overhead the moon was back an angry red colour. "We should get inside. We can't be out here at night." +

    +

    + She grabbed his hand tightly and together they approached the wooden door. +

    +

    + It slowly creaked open as they stepped up to it. Corriwen started back, clutching Jack's arm. He cautiously peered inside, inhaling the aroma of warm food + cooking on an open fire. +

    +

    + A movement beside the hearth caught his eye. Megrin's old chair was rocking slowly back and forth. Jack drew Corriwen with him into the cottage. +

    +

    + "Who's there?" The rocking chair creaked and Megrin raised herself out of it, using her staff as a support. +

    +

    + When she turned to look at them, Corriwen gasped in alarm. +

    +

    + Megrin looked old, much older than she had when they had first met. Her hair, then silvery grey, was now a tangle of white, and deep lines etched + her face. Her staff was fire-blackened and badly splintered. +

    +

    + "Oh! Children. You made it out. Thank the stars. Thank the stars indeed." +

    +

    + "What happened to you?" Jack asked, his thoughts in a whirl of confusion. +

    +

    + Megrin drew a hand wearily across her brow, and she swayed as though she were tired beyond exhaustion. +

    +

    + "It was you that Bodron wanted. The Copperplates were just bait for you and your heartstone." +

    +

    + She lowered herself back into her seat. "He knows its power and covets it. Like me, he knew you would come through the faerie-gate, and he waited a long + time." +

    +

    + "We don't know how we got back here," Corriwen said. +

    +

    + "The heartstone protected you," Megrin replied. Her skin was almost translucent, and her voice barely more than a whisper. +

    +

    + "He hunted you, through all his illusions. I tried to stop him, but I couldn't. He has grown too strong, with the power of the Copperplates. I fought him, + and he almost finished me. There hasn't been a Geasan killed in Uaine for a thousand years and more, but he almost succeeded. His own sister too!" +

    +

    + "We've lost Kerry," Corriwen blurted out. "We have to go back for him." +

    +

    + Jack looked around the little cottage. The table was set for three places, and once again he was reminded how like something out of a children's fairy tale + it was. +

    +

    + "Kerry?" Megrin sounded confused, as if exhaustion had clouded her memory. "Oh yes…the other boy. Is he not with you?" +

    +

    + "We were in a big hall. There were awful things in there and we ran. I last saw him going through the door. Then I lost him." +

    +

    + Megrin sighed. "He's not here. I don't know where he might be. Bodron cast a geas on me and I found myself back here, as if I had never even been + in that dark place." +

    +

    + She ran a gaunt hand down her face. "But I know I have been there. The pain of it still wracks me." +

    +

    + Corriwen moved towards her and wrapped her arms around the old woman. She felt so thin and weak it seemed her bones might break. Corriwen's shuddered at + the touch of the old woman's wasted frame and pulled away quickly. +

    +

    + "So…drained," Megrin whispered. "Thank you my dear, for sharing your warmth and your strength. At least you are safe here." +

    + +

    + "But Kerry isn't," Jack said urgently. "We have to go back for him." +

    +

    + The old woman shook her head. "I fear he may be lost. Bodron's power is too great." +

    +

    + "No!" Corriwen gasped, her face pale. "Not Kerry. "He can't be." +

    +

    + Megrin's eyes met Jack's with an expression of deep sorrow and regret. His heart felt suddenly leaden. The thought of Kerry - he couldn't even bring + himself to say that word -was just too much to bear. +

    +

    + "Sit," Megrin said kindly. "Come and eat. Save your strength." +

    +

    + She ushered Corriwen to the table. Jack followed, numb with worry. Megrin sat at the end, in front of the third plate and spooned some stew out into wooden + bowls. +

    +

    + The heartstone pulsed hard on his chest. +

    +

    + Something is wrong, he thought. Something's badly wrong. +

    + +

    + He tried to reassure himself. Maybe it was just the shock of realising that they had escaped from the nightmare and Kerry was still trapped within it, + perhaps still from beasts and monsters. Maybe they had caught him. Maybe….all of this was tumbling through Jack's mind in a confusing and frightening + maelstrom. +

    +

    + "Eat, Jack Flint. Before it gets cold." +

    +

    + Jack looked down at the bowl, filled to the brim with stew and vegetables. It would normally be appealing and it seemed a long times since he had eaten, + but Jack had no appetite. Corriwen fidgeted on her stool, pale in the firelight, unable to stay still. He could tell she wanted to move, to fight. To do something. +

    +

    + "Eat up, girl," Megrin urged. +

    +

    + On the table, a basket was filled to the brim with scones still hot from the oven and golden-crusted loaves of bread. +

    +

    + Something's wrong here, + Jack's inner voice insisted, although he couldn't work out what. The heartstone was still beating fast. Corriwen's eyes met his across the table. They were + full of questions, but Jack's mind was still reeling with his fear for Kerry and the sensation of something badly amiss that he couldn't get his thoughts + in order. +

    +

    + "You really should eat the food," Megrin said. Her voice sounded rough, as if she had a cold coming on. "And rest the night here, where it's safe." +

    +

    + "How can I eat?" he said. "Kerry's still in there!" +

    +

    + Jack pushed the stool back. He crossed to the little window. +

    +

    + "Where are you going? Come back to the table." Megrin croaked the words now. "Get back and eat the food. I spent so long baking and cooking for you." +

    +

    + Three plates… + The thought struck him as more odd than Megrin's suddenly querulous tone of voice. He looked through the window pane. +

    +

    + What he saw made him gasp in horror. He saw the great hall from Bodron's Keep through the glass. Grotesque imps were carousing around the table, tearing at + whatever came to hand, and stuffing it into their mouths in disgusting handfuls. +

    +

    + And in the tall chair, with its back to him, a dark and huddled shape began to turn again, turn to stare directly at him. Jack felt as if he'd been speared + with ice. +

    +

    + "Oh!" He couldn't manage anything else and spun away. +

    +

    + "I told you to get back," Megrin snapped. Her voice was rough as sand. +

    +

    + Jack spun away from the window. Illusion he told himself. Just a picture. They were here in Megrin's cottage. Or was that too an + illusion? +

    +

    + The hairs on his neck were standing on, and Corriwen's eyes, when they saw his face, were wide with alarm. +

    +

    + "What's wrong with you, boy? Have you no respect at all?" Megrin's hand found his shoulder and her fingers tightened hard, digging in at his collarbone + with such strength that Jack winced. +

    +

    + He squirmed away saw something glitter in tar-black eyes. She grinned, showing a row of long yellow-stained teeth. Jack's heart leapt to his throat. +

    +

    + Corriwen let out a sudden cry and pushed back from the table. +

    +

    + From her bowl, fat maggots began to crawl their way over the rim, twitching. +

    +

    + "What's happening…?" One of the maggots slipped onto the surface and burst open. A green liquid spilled out, hissing as it ate into the wood. +

    +

    + Something moved in Jack's bowl. A piece of meat inched slowly out of the broth and from it hatched a big hairy fly that clawed its way out and then sat + regarding him, rubbing its forelegs together with a dry scraping sound. +

    +

    + Jack backed away. Corriwen's hands were shaking. +

    +

    + "Eat," Megrin snarled. "Eat the damned food, you ungrateful wretches." +

    +

    + Her voice had strengthened. It now sounded as deep hoarse as a man's. +

    +

    + They both turned to face her. Corriwen gasped again. Megrin was standing now, both hands on the table. Knotted, calloused hands covered in black hairs. Her + nails were long and horny and her face was bloated and studded with dark blisters. +

    +

    + But her eyes! Her eyes were black as coals and empty as space. +

    +

    + Jack recoiled from them. Not Megrin! His mind yammered. Whatever it was, it had lured them into a trap. Sudden fury made him want to pick up + something and kill it. +

    +

    + Instinctively pushed Corriwen behind him while the thing that was not Megrin began to laugh, a deep, booming sound that made the walls shudder. The + blisters on its face began to crack and split. Its skin peeled away and any resemblance to Megrin Willow was gone. +

    +

    + A tall, bearded man wreathed in a smoky shadow stood in front of them. It flickered and wavered, merging from one form to another, until all Jack could see + was a black pulsating shape that sucked the light from the room. From it emanated a powerful sensation of hate and anger. It wrapped around Jack in a cloak + of such utter foulness he thought he would never be free of it. +

    +

    + "Jack!" he heard Corriwen's voice, far off. He hardly felt her tugging at his hood as a long arm stretched towards him, reaching with a many-jointed claw, + towards the heartstone on his chest. +

    +

    + There was nothing he could do to stop it. +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch19.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch19.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..179f26d --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch19.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,553 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 19 + + + + +
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    +

    19

    +

    + "What do you mean you never had a friend?" +

    +

    + Kerry was lying comfortably, his weight on one elbow, on the bank of the stream. The girl with gold-flecked eyes sat elfin-like, face cupped in both hands, + studying him with great intensity. +

    +

    + At first he thought he must be dead and that she had to be an angel. +

    +

    + The last thing he could remember was running in the tunnel and then the water slamming him in the back. The next he was lying on warm grass. All around + him, the sweet scent of flowers filled still air. Somewhere close, a little stream burbled over pebbles. Birds sang clear in musical notes. +

    +

    + And then he'd seen the girl, a slight figure sitting on a smooth stone, bare feet at the edge of the water. She had hair the colour of summer corn and + wide, lustrous brown eyes. Her elbows rested on her knees and her chin was cupped in both hands. +

    +

    + "Hello!" It was all he could think of saying. +

    +

    + She stared at him silently. +

    +

    + "Are you an angel?" Kerry had begun. She shook her head. +

    +

    + "A fairy? Something like that?" +

    +

    + He was completely baffled. How he had suddenly arrived here was a mystery. Wherever here was. +

    +

    + The girl smiled and her eyes sparkled. +

    +

    + "I am Rionna. This is my place." +

    +

    + "Hi Rionna. I'm Kerry. At least I was Kerry. I don't know what I am now. Is this like heaven? Or limbo?" +

    +

    + "It's my place," she said, still smiling. "I brought you here." +

    +

    + She walked across the shallow water towards him, making neither sound nor splash, and knelt in front of him. +

    +

    + "You were in…danger," she said. "I felt your fear. It called to me. Here there is no fear." +

    +

    + Very tentatively she reached a delicate hand and touched his. +

    +

    + "Welcome Kerry. Safe in Rionna's haven." +

    +

    + "I don't know how you did it, but thanks. I'm awfully scared of water. I can't swim." +

    +

    + She leant closer, examining his face. Her free hand touched him on the side of his nose. +

    +

    + "What are these things? These marks?" +

    +

    + At first he was taken aback and touched his skin where she did. Their fingers met and a strange jolt sent a shiver up his arm. +

    +

    + "Oh, these? They're freckles. I get them all the time, being Irish. You want to see me in summer. I'm like a freakin' leopard." +

    +

    + She held his hand, her fingers warm. +

    +

    + "I knew someone would come, one day. I am glad it is you. I never saw a Kerry before." +

    +

    + "Oh, no. I'm just a boy." +

    +

    + She frowned, puzzled. "A boy?" +

    +

    + "Yes. Just a kid. Well, a bit more than a kid. But not a man. Not yet." +

    +

    + He grinned. "You mean to say you never met a boy before?" +

    +

    + She shook her head. "I never met anyone before." +

    +

    + "Well, just wait until you meet my friends." +

    +

    + Rionna leaned closer until they were almost nose to nose. She smelt of apple-blossom. +

    +

    + "What is a friend?" +

    +

    + "What? You mean you never had a friend?" Kerry repeated incredulously. "I mean, everybody's got friends. I've got Jack and Corriwen. Best friends I ever + had." +

    +

    + "Where are they?" +

    +

    + "I dunno. We were in this room and I…I…saw horrible things. I just grabbed Corrie and pushed her out. I've been scared before, but + this was different. It was like every bad thing in the world was going to happen. If I hadn't ran, I think I'd have dropped on the spot." +

    +

    + He lowered his head. "But Corrie wasn't outside and I fell down a hole. And Jack, well I don't know what's happened. I shouldn't have left him, but I + couldn't help it. +

    +

    + "It makes fear," she said. "It makes terror and it feeds on it." +

    +

    + "What does? The thing in the chair? I saw - at least I thought I saw - a Roak. It's a big carrion bird from Temair. But this wasn't any Roak, + believe me. It was the worst thing ever, times ten. It reached right into me, honestly it did." +

    +

    + "It only shows what it wants you to see," Rionna said. "It's a soul-eater. That's why I sang this haven. It's where I come to be free of it, out from its + shadow." +

    +

    + Kerry sat up, now even more confused. "I don't think I got any of that. You mean you live in there? In that nightmare castle? And you sang this + place?" +

    +

    + "I made a song in my heart," she said. "I sang here into being. Here is peace and safety. Beyond is madness. I have watched it grow strong and + dark, and I have hidden from it for a long time." +

    +

    + "Jeez, if you can sing a place like this into existence, you'd be a smash hit at karaoke. That's a fine talent you've got." +

    +

    + "I heard you, felt your fear. It sowed the nightmare in your heart and your heart cried out to me. I urged you on and you came." +

    +

    + "That was you?" He recalled the sing-song in his head. Water comes…water goes…water rises…water flows… "I thought I'd + flipped my lid." +

    +

    + She looked at him, uncomprehending. Kerry grinned. "Gone loony. Pure mental." He made a clockwise sign with his finger at his temple, but she didn't seem + to have a clue what he meant. +

    +

    + "What about Jack and Corrie? What happened to them. " +

    +

    + She shook her head. "I don't know. I only heard you. You were in tune. You must have a good heart." +

    +

    + Kerry blushed. "No. That's Jack Flint you're thinking about. He's the good guy. The Journeyman." +

    +

    + She smiled at him. "Maybe, but your heart is true, and it called to me. That's why I opened a way." +

    +

    + He gave her his hand and she clasped it. +

    +

    + "I appreciate it, I really do. Another step and I'd have been a goner. An ex-Kerry." +

    +

    + She laughed, clear and innocent. Kerry got the impression she didn't do that too often. +

    +

    + "And it's a lovely place you got here. Look at the size of those trout! One of them would feed a family." +

    +

    + She laughed again and turned to look into the water. He saw her lips move and one of the big fish peeled away from the far bank and swam to the shallows, + then gave a little flip and beached itself on the shingle. +

    +

    + "For you," she said. +

    +

    + He shook his head and nudged the trout back. +

    +

    + "That one looked tasty for sure, but it wouldn't be sporting, would it? Now if I could do that back home, I'd have no need of hooks and lines," +

    +

    + "What is this home?" +

    +

    + "Oh, that's where I come from. Me and Jack, we're from Scotland, but there's this ring of standing stones, and when you go through…" +

    +

    + And once he started, he found he couldn't stop telling her of how they'd stumbled between the stones, desperately trying to escape the shadow that had + pursued them into Cromwath Blackwood to Temair, and how they had found Corriwen. He told her all of their adventures while she listened, fascinated. +

    +

    + "A great hero you must be, Kerry," Rionna said when he'd finished. "And to have such friends. I knew you had a good heart." +

    +

    + "I can't believe I left them. To tell the truth, I was scared rigid. After I saw that thing, I was right out the door. Quick as a blink. Next second, I was + in a tunnel with all that water at my back." +

    +

    + Kerry sat up to face her again. "What exactly is this thing?" +

    +

    + "Something brought from the underworlds to Uaine. I remember sunshine and stars when I was but little, but they are long gone. This brought the darkness." +

    +

    + "But what is it? We were told it's got something to do with Copperplates, which I don't know much about. They were stolen by some magician guy called + Bodron." +

    +

    + Rionna lowered her head and closed her eyes for a second. To Kerry it felt as if a cloud had passed in front of the sun. +

    +

    + When she started to speak, Kerry just sat still and listened. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + "Bodron is….he was…my father," Rionna began. "I barely remember him now, as he was, before he opened the Dark Way. +

    +

    + "And then everything changed. +

    +

    + "I remember my mother - she was beautiful. Golden hair and shining eyes. She died when I was very little. +

    +

    + "I didn't know it then, but I know now, that he cast a binding on her so that she lay still and never changed, and he beseeched the Sky Queen to bring her + back, but she never answered. +

    +

    + "And from his despair came anger, dark anger. I was just a baby, but I could sense his rage and was afraid of it. An old woman nursed me then, and but for + her, I might have starved. +

    +

    + "Then my father travelled to far places, and when he returned he was very different. Something burned in his soul. He brought us to this old keep + to begin his work. +

    +

    + "That is when the darkness came." +

    +

    + Rionna paused. Her eyes were wide, but Kerry could see they were focused far in the past. He sat quietly and waited for her to continue. +

    +

    + "By the time I had learned to walk, I found a way to travel between places. Perhaps a gift from my mother, who was a Geasan + woman from a far world beyond the standing gates. And it is just as well. Because what came with the darkness was cold as death and hungry too. The keep + became a place of shadows and strange things. And there were shades in the shadows, unseen things of foul intent and evil mischief. They are loose + in Uaine and poison the night." +

    +

    + "We've met some of them," Kerry interrupted, without meaning to do so. She didn't seem to hear him. +

    +

    + "I could wander unseen and slip between, to where I wanted to go. I would sit with my mother in the secret place where she lay, pale as a cloud, + and hope that perhaps she might draw a breath and free my father from his bane. But she never did. +

    +

    + "From my hidden place, I watched him work night after day, consulting the shining pages that he had sought in far-off places, until one day he found a way + to put them in order. +

    +

    + "I remember the change in the air at that moment. The dead coals in the hearth burst into orange flame, though the air turned cold, and in the middle of + his chamber, appeared a a dark pit that led to who knows where. "From it, something emerged, something that defied the eye, hurt the soul. +

    +

    + "I had read his scripts, and I knew that this was a beast of dark places summoned to Uaine. And it brought its own minions, the nightshades. +

    +

    + "From that day I lived in fear and hid in the between places until I learned to make this haven with my song. Not even that demon can find me + here." +

    +

    + "But why did your father want to conjure up a creepy monster?" +

    +

    + "Because he thought the Sky Queen had abandoned him. He summoned a lord of darkness and promised it Uaine if it would bring my mother back to life." +

    +

    + "And did it work?" +

    +

    + She shook her head. "What soul has gone to Tir-nan-Og may never return. She moved, the way a statue might move, but never talked. If this was life, then it + wasn't how we would think it. Whatever came from that pit was in her, and her shape stalked the halls and passageways at night when the moon turned to + blood. +

    +

    + "And it searched for me with a hunger I could feel in my soul, and from that day I have hidden." +

    +

    + "Just as well," Kerry said. +

    +

    + "A long time to be alone," Rionna said, "but here in my song-place, I have peace. While in my father's world, the beast waits and waits." +

    +

    + "For what?" Kerry asked, bemused. +

    +

    + "For the Talisman. I would listen to my father talk to himself - talk to it. The demon has promised him that the empty thing that walks + the shadows will be given true life when it has the Heart of Worlds in its possession. +

    +

    + "The heart?" Kerry sat up quickly. He only knew of one heart, the one Jack wore round his neck. +

    +

    + "Yes. The key to worlds. An ancient thing that will allow the beast to bind Uaine to its black place and build a gateway for its legions. There are two + hearts, each pure, created by the Sky Queen in olden times. It already has one of them. When it has its twin, then the gates of the underworlds will be + thrown open. After that, madness and terror." +

    +

    + "It's Jack's heart!" Kerry couldn't stop himself. "The Key to Worlds. It's the Journeyman's heart." +

    +

    + "You know of it?" +

    +

    + "Know of it. Jeez, I've seen it. I've held it. The Morrigan nearly killed me for it. Jack got it from his father." +

    +

    + "And it is here in Uaine?" +

    +

    + "It's in your father's castle. 'Cos that's where Jack is, him and Corrie Redthorn." +

    +

    + Rionna's eyes went wide with alarm. "Then he is in awful danger, Kerry. I know from my father's scripts that he almost had both hearts in his possession, + many years ago, and would have had it but for the courage of the bearer, who fought the shades and escaped." +

    +

    + "That must have been Jack's dad. Jack was just a baby at the time." +

    +

    + "It will not fail this time. It has waited and waited, as my father has weakened and weakened until I see nothing of himself at all, just the dark hunger + he has raised from the pit." +

    +

    + Kerry got to his feet, and offered a hand to help her up. The sun was warm on his back and the scent of flowers filled the clean air. He would have given + anything to stay a while in Rionna's secret world. Almost anything. +

    +

    + "Listen, Rionna. I'd love to hang about here, but I have to find Jack. I left him in that hall, with those…those things. I just ran away, and I know + he'd never do that to me." +

    +

    + Kerry felt tears sting his eyes and blinked them back. "I'm so ashamed. So I have to find him, no matter what." +

    +

    + "There is only danger where he is." +

    +

    + "I've done danger before." He raised his face and pugnaciously stuck out his chin. "I was nearly a goner too many times to count, but you can't keep the + Irish down. Jack's my friend. The best you could ask for. I have to get back and help him." +

    +

    + Rionna smiled up at him, slender and elfin, and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. +

    +

    + "I knew you were a hero, Kerry-the-traveller. I have waited so long to meet a friend." +

    +

    + She took him by the hand and led him alongside the brook. A short distance downstream, she stopped at a place where a smooth rock overhung a deep pool. + Still holding tight to his hand, she raised her own hand over the water and Kerry heard a pure sound, not unlike the crystal clear song of the golden harp + on Tara Hill. She motioned him to look down. +

    +

    + The water swirled, and far down below the surface, an image began to take shape. +

    +

    + In the depths, he saw Jack Flint and Corriwen Redthorn approach Megrin's forest cottage. +

    +

    + A shadow passed over the water and when it cleared he saw them again, though now they were standing by a table, clutching each other. For an instant he was + so surprised that he didn't recognise the place, but he recognised the look of horror on their faces. +

    +

    + On the very edge of the scene, he saw Megrin reaching out towards them as the skin of her face peeled away in papery strips. Underneath it was something as + dark as night. +

    +

    + Jack's heartstone glinted as a long tendril reached from the dark, forming a claw-like hand. +

    +

    + Kerry jumped to his feet. Rionna's song cut off instantly, and below him, Kerry saw the scene freeze into a horrific tableau where Jack's eyes were fixed + on the reaching claw, Corriwen's face was half-turned, one hand tight on Jack's arm, and the grasping claw hovered inches away from the Journeyman's + heartstone. +

    +

    + "It's not where you think," Rionna said. +

    +

    + "I have to help them. How do I get out of here?" +

    +

    + She looked at him, her eyes glowing. +

    +

    + "There is terrible danger. I saw the heartstone. The demon has seen it too and covets it, and I fear for all of Uaine if it succeeds. It will stop at + nothing." +

    +

    + "Well, I've got to stop it," Kerry cried. "And to hell with the danger. That's my friends it's messing with." +

    +

    + She nodded, motioned to him to look down, and began her song again, making small gestures with her free hand. The surface of the water rippled, followed + the direction of her delicate fingers until it looked like a miniature version of a great whirlpool. +

    +

    + Kerry looked down into a galaxy of glittering stars slowly revolve in the depths. In the centre of them all, he saw the familiar crown of five bright + stars, +

    +

    + "The Corona," he whispered. "The Sky Queen's crown." +

    +

    + Starlight sent beams of luminescence up from the surface until Kerry and Rionna were bathed in the light. +

    +

    + Rionna reached out, and the light wove around her fingers in strings of energy which she gathered together and wound until her hands blazed. It was as if + she had harvested the light of a thousand winking stars and gathered it to herself. +

    +

    + "Come, Kerry," she said softly, taking him by the hand and pulling him down the slope to a little reed bed at the edge of the pool. She lowered the pulsing + light almost to the surface, and one by one, the reeds curled around the light, weaving themselves into a basket, stalk by stalk until the light was + contained within its fragile nest. +

    +

    + Rionna led him back to the rock overlooking the water and began to sing softly again as the ball of light in her hand sent colours spiralling across her + face. +

    +

    + Kerry looked down again and saw Jack Flint shrink back from the reaching claw, one hand scrabbling for the great sword on his belt and the other moving to + cover the heartstone. Corriwen was pushing past him, slashing with her glittering knife in a slow-motion dance. +

    +

    + "You wish to face this?" Rionna asked, and Kerry sensed the question in is head, for her crystal song still filled the air. +

    +

    + "I have to," Kerry replied. His throat was dry and made his voice croak. +

    +

    + "I knew you had a good heart," Rionna said. "You will need help." +

    +

    + Without pause, she tugged at his hand, towards the deep water. Kerry was taken by surprise as he felt his weight tip forward and then he was dropping. +

    +

    + "I can't swim….." he blurted as the surface came up to meet him. +

    +

    + Together they plunged into pool. +

    +

    + Kerry gasped for air. None would come. He felt himself tumble into icy cold. +

    +

    + "I can't swim!" His voice stretched out long and hollow. But Rionna's fingers were still clamped tightly to his wrist. His lungs hitched as he searched for + breath. +

    +

    + Then they were not in water. They were flying, tumbling down through circles of luminescence. Rionna turned to him and smiled. Her free hand reached out + and stroked his cheek as if to soothe his fears. +

    +

    + When her fingers touched him, Kerry landed hard on his feet, with such force he was driven to his knees and a shock of impact jolted through his bones. His + ears popped and air flooded his lungs. Warm, smoky air, maybe, but air. He knelt on solid ground, whooping like an exhausted runner. +

    +

    + "Quick," Rionna urged. "We must move. No time to waste." +

    +

    + She hauled him upright and then they were racing down a dark passage very like the one where he had heard the bestial grunt in the dark. +

    +

    + "Where are we? This isn't Megrin's house." +

    +

    + "That was an enchantment. Nothing is real in this place. But what's not real can still harm." +

    +

    + "You're worse than the Book of Ways," Kerry said. "All riddles." +

    +

    + They came to an old door and Rionna pushed it open. +

    +

    + Kerry just had time to see Jack Flint cringe back from the claw, as Corriwen reached past his shoulder and slashed. The knife went through it as if through + smoke but the claw still stretched out towards the heartstone. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + "Jack!" +

    +

    + Kerry appeared right by his shoulder. Jack saw him stumble forward, almost into the creature's reach. +

    +

    + Then a small figure pushed past him, lithe as a cat. Jack glimpse a pale face and wide eyes. A girl. +

    +

    + She tore at something in her hands. Pieces of green reed shredded in her fingers and then a sudden light exploded, so blinding and fierce that everything + stood out in black and white. The heartstone seemed to suck the light into itself. Jack felt its heat on his chest. +

    +

    + The twisting shape hissed like a snake. It gave Jack the second he needed to draw his sword. He swung it just as the claw snatched for the stone again and + felt the blade shudder as it pierced the mass of shadow. An ear-splitting shriek ruptured the air. +

    +

    + The light in the girl's cupped hands arced between the sword and the heartstone and the shape dark began to shrink back into itself. The shriek rose to a + hurricane roar as shards of light stabbed out from the sword blade. +

    +

    + Jack held the sword steady, his face lit up by the girl's magical light. +

    +

    + And with that, the creature was gone. Nothing remained but smoke and a reek of sulphur on the air. +

    +

    + Jack slowly lowered his sword, and he sank to his knees, totally drained. +

    +

    + There was a long silence before anyone spoke. Finally it was Kerry who did. +

    +

    + "Another fine mess we had to get you out of." +

    +
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    +

    20

    +

    + Megrin - the real Megrin - wiped her brow on her sleeve, resting for a moment whilst the remaining murderous apparitions crumbled to dust and were + gone as if they had never been. Whether they had been real, or conjured illusions, even Megrin could not tell. But she knew that whatever they were, they + had only served as a distraction to keep her here; to separate her from Jack Flint and the stone talisman that he carried. +

    +

    + The boy was her main concern - him and his friends. But it was Jack Flint who was particularly important because of what he carried. The Journeyman's + heartstone. +

    +

    + Megrin closed her eyes and let her senses reach out, through stone and timber. In her mind she kept the image of a deep and secret chamber, hidden in + wreaths of enchantment that proved too strong a barrier to her own powers. +

    +

    + That, she was sure, was where she would find the power that brought the shadows to Uaine. The power that was now using her brother's form for its own + malevolent purpose. +

    +

    + Megrin strode forward, using her staff for balance over the tumbled masonry, feet kicking up little puffs of dust, the last remnants of the imps or devils + that had been summoned to hold her. She reached the place where the foot of the staircase had been. +

    +

    + There was nothing here now. Even Bodron's guttural laugh could no longer be heard. +

    +

    + Her mind was unable to locate any of her young friends, which meant one of two things. Either they were not inside Bodron's Keep, or that they were and + they had been taken to somewhere beyond her reach. +

    +

    + Beyond an arched doorway, a corridor forked left and right. She chose the left hand path. It descended into shadows. She felt her heart trip faster as she + walked down. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + The sword slipped from Jack's fingers and sent up sparks when it clanged on the flagstones. +

    +

    + "Kerry!" Jack cried. +

    +

    + He leapt up and grabbed Kerry by the front of his tunic, bunching the material in his fists as he dragged him forward. His face was red and his voice tight + with emotion as he shook him back and forth. +

    +

    + "Where the hell have you been?" +

    +

    + Kerry's jaw dropped in amazement. But before he could say a word, Jack pulled him close, threw his arms around him and squeezed him in such a bear hug he + felt his ears pop;. +

    +

    + "Jeez man," Jack said, right in his ear. "We thought you were a goner!" +

    +

    + Relief surged through Jack. The thought of losing Kerry, his best friend since childhood had defied description. +

    +

    + "I very nearly was, believe me," Kerry began. But now Corriwen had her arms around his neck and squeezed him even tighter. Tears ran unashamedly down her + cheeks. +

    +

    + "Hang on, hang on. Let me breathe." Kerry tried to pull back, laughing and gasping at the same time. Jack loosened his grip and released him. Even in the + dark, he could see Kerry was blushing deep red. +

    +

    + "How did you get here?" Jack wanted to know. "And who's the girl?" +

    +

    + "And where is here?" Corriwen butted in. She looked around at walls hung with shredded tapestries. "We were in Megrin's place and she…she + changed into…" +

    +

    + "I know. We saw you. Me and Rionna. We came to help." +

    +

    + "You and who?" +

    +

    + Kerry turned. Rionna had backed into a corner where she was hidden in shadows. +

    +

    + "Rionna…come here and meet Jack and Corrie." He reached for her and gently drew her forward into the light. +

    +

    + Jack stared at Rionna. This elfin girl had come between him and the shadowed monster, blinding it with light. She had given him his chance. +

    +

    + "Rionna, this is Jack Flint and Corriwen Redthorn. My best friends. Guys, this is Rionna, and if it wasn't for her, you'd be mincemeat by now. Me too. She + knew what to do. She's brilliant. +

    +

    + "Slow down," Jack said. "Back up. Who is she? Where's she from?" +

    +

    + Kerry was too excited to stop. "We jumped into the water and we came to help you." +

    +

    + "Yeah sure," Jack said. "Kerry Malone jumped in water? Not in a million years." +

    +

    + "Well, Rionna pulled me, actually. But honest, that's how we got here. Rionna's got this place. It's magic. Really beautiful." He put an arm round her + shoulder and drew her closer. "Isn't that right?" +

    +

    + The girl nodded slowly. +

    +

    + "But who is she?" Corriwen asked, "And how did you find her?" +

    +

    + "She's Bodron's daughter." +

    +

    + "Bodron's daughter?" Jack shrank back, his mind running into overdrive. Was this another trick? Another illusion? Would she suddenly change into + something else? His hand automatically went to his sword and fumbled with the empty scabbard. +

    +

    + +

    +

    + The girl's face went slack with dismay. +

    +

    + "How could you bring her? Look at everything he's done. You don't even know if she's real! She could be a trick, just like Megrin was." +

    +

    + Rionna tried to shrink back into the shadows again, but Kerry held her wrist. +

    +

    + "She's real all right," Kerry retorted. "And don't forget, she's just saved your hide. And mine too. You should be grateful, so you should." +

    +

    + "But Bodron's daughter…" Jack looked from Kerry to the girl. He couldn't understand how Kerry could have been so stupid as to bring the + enemy into their midst. He had trusted people before and been wrong. Jack's head was still spinning from the horror of what had happened in Megrin's + cottage and now the shock of finding themselves back in Bodron's Keep. +

    +

    + "So what if she is his daughter?" Kerry snorted. "Megrin's her aunt isn't she? And look at me. My dad's in jail, but that doesn't make me a crook, does + it?" +

    +

    + Before Jack could reply, Kerry went charging on. +

    +

    + "No buts Jack. Not this time." He put his arm around Rionna's shoulders again, and held her protectively. "She's with me. With us. We got a new + friend. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here. And neither would you." +

    +

    + Kerry's free hand was bunched, as if he was ready to fight. "She brought the corona-light with her. That's what chased the monster away. She saved all of + us." +

    +

    + The girl found her voice. It was soft, but very clear, almost musical. +

    +

    + "Bodron was my father. But he brought something into this world that infested him, sucked out the man that he was. That is what you should fear, + for I have feared it all my life. But if Kerry asks, then I will help you." +

    +

    + She drew back behind Kerry again. Corriwen stepped forward. +

    +

    + "Forgive us, Rionna, Bodron's-daughter," she said. She took the girl's hands and raised them to her own cheeks. +

    +

    + "If you saved Kerry, then we are in your debt. And you helped us when we needed it most. The Redthorn always repay." +

    +

    + Rionna smiled shyly. +

    +

    + Kerry stared at Jack, whose hand was on the heartstone, hiding it from view. Jack finally nodded and took his hand away. The heartstone gleamed with its + own deep life. +

    +

    + "I'm sorry, Kerry," Jack finally spoke. "For what I said. And to Rionna. My head's all screwed up and confused." +

    +

    + "Confused? I was scared to death. But she's the real McCoy, is Rionna. Wait till you see her place. Man, the size of the fish! And fruit that tastes like + nothing on earth." +

    +

    + Jack picked up his sword and sheathed it. Kerry was right. The girl was not responsible for what her father had done, and now she too was an orphan as much + as Corriwen Redthorn. He placed his hand on Rionna's. Her fingers trembled. +

    +

    + "Rionna. I'm very sorry for what I said. Any friend of Kerry's is a friend of ours. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but I'm awfully glad you + did ." +

    +

    + She looked into his eyes. +

    +

    + "You are Jack, the journeyman. The heartstone-holder." She held his hand surprisingly tightly. "Come to save Uaine." +

    +

    + "I don't know if I can. Or if anybody can." +

    +

    + "If you cannot, then no-one can. I see into your heart, and it is true." +

    +

    + This time it was Jack's turn to blush to his roots. +

    +

    + Kerry stepped forward. "Okay, Jack. Enough of the smooth talk. You can't steal all the girls." +

    +

    + And suddenly the three friends burst into gales of laughter that was more a release of tension than anything else. Rionna just stared at them as if they + had gone mad. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + The laughter took a while to subside, and despite the circumstances, they felt strengthened by it. It was the one natural thing in this unnatural place. +

    +

    + They found a small chamber where Kerry had managed to light the wick of an old oil lamp. The feeble light made their faces glow in the gloom. +

    +

    + "So what next?" Kerry spoke, but all eyes were on Jack. +

    +

    + "We have two choices. Get the hell out of here - if we can even find a way out - or stay and find these Copperplates. They're the answer." +

    +

    + "That's no choice, Jack Flint, and you know it," Corriwen snorted. "You didn't venture alone through the faerie gate just to run away." +

    +

    + "No. I didn't," Jack replied. +

    +

    + "But it's not just the Copperplates," Kerry butted in. "It's the heartstone too. That's what Bodron wants. There's two of them, and he's already got one of + them. Rionna told me." +

    +

    + Jack turned to Rionna. "Two heartstones? What's this about?" +

    +

    + "There are two heartstones," Rionna explained. "I read it in his scripts. They are they key to all worlds. My father used the Copperplates to unlock the + Dark Way. With the heartstones he can throw the gates open and let the demons from below into Uaine." +

    +

    + "Why would he want to do that?" +

    +

    + "Because he is no longer my father. What came through the nether gate is now in him. It works its will through him." +

    +

    + "So what now?" Kerry repeated. +

    +

    + "I think it's going to get really dangerous. I have to let you know the options." +

    +

    + "We know the options, Jack," Kerry retorted. "We knew them on Temair and in Eirinn. We came with you no matter what. What's the difference here?" +

    +

    + "The difference is that I don't know how to fight this," Jack said. He was supposed to the one with the answers, but all he had were questions. "In Temair + and in Eirinn, we knew what we were up against. We could see them. But how do you fight illusions? We don't even know where we are or where we + have to go." +

    +

    + "You could ask the Book of Ways," Corriwen suggested. "It might tell us." +

    +

    + "I hope so, because I'm all out of ideas at the moment. We thought everything was okay until Megrin started to change into something…" +

    +

    + "It wasn't Megrin," Corriwen said. +

    +

    + "It was a demon," Rionna said. "Something conjured up from the underplace." +

    +

    + "It was like being in a nightmare," Jack said. +

    +

    + "I know. Like when I used to have nightmares about thing with scaly claws hiding under my bed. And that's what I saw sitting at that table, eating raw + bloody meat. Scared the bejasus out of me." +

    +

    + "Will you get it back?" Rionna asked. +

    +

    + "Get what back?" +

    +

    + "Your bejasus?" +

    +

    + And for a second time, the three of them fell about laughing helplessly while Rionna watched them wide eyed and bewildered. +

    +

    + "If we go on," Jack continued, "and if we do find Megrin, then we will have to face him. Rionna's father." +

    +

    + "I think it would be better for him to be free of its tyranny," Rionna said. Her face was filled with sad acceptance. "One way or another." +

    +

    + "Consult the book," Corriwen insisted again. +

    +

    + Jack sat down and the others joined him. He set the Book of Ways on the floor in front of them. It opened immediately and the pages whirred in succession + as if stirred by a wind, then stopped. +

    +

    + They waited, but the page remained blank. +

    +

    + "Maybe the battery died," Kerry said, trying lighten the mood. +

    +

    + Something dripped from above their heads. Jack caught a blur of movement. +

    +

    + A crimson blot appeared on the top of the page. +

    +

    + "What…?" Jack smelled the coppery scent of blood. As he fixed his eyes on the thick blot, it welled even thicker. +

    +

    + "Blood," Corriwen hissed. Kerry was looking up, trying to see where it had come from, but there was no stain on the arched ceiling. +

    +

    + Jack concentrated on the page. The blot became a trickle, sluggishly moving across the page and then a line of it streaked diagonally downwards, as if + drawn by a sharp nail. Jack jerked back. +

    +

    + Another line slashed two semi-circles on the first. It was a capital B. And without pause the invisible nail scrawled one word. +

    +

    + BLOOD. +

    +

    + +

    +

    + Then it began to scrawl faster and faster until the page was filled with bloody words in jagged letters. +

    +

    + Blood to drink and flesh to rend +

    +

    + Children suffer 'til the end +

    +

    + Feast on terror, feast on fright +

    +

    + Feast on eyes bereft of sight +

    +

    + Too late to flee, too late to run +

    +

    + The dying time has now begun +

    +

    + Mortal souls forever lost +

    +

    + The hour has come to pay the cost +

    +

    + "Jeez…." Kerry muttered. +

    +

    + "The writing's all different," Jack said aghast. "This can't be right. It's always warned us before, but that's a threat!" +

    +

    + And as he spoke the line of blood zig-zagged in a series of jolting lines beneath which a new line of words appeared like knife-slashed wounds +

    +

    + You are NOW MINE! +

    +

    + +

    +

    + The Book of Ways shuddered. Acrid fumes rose up from the violent lines of verse, and two tongues of flame appeared. The page began to burn through. +

    +

    + The Book bucked. Its leather covers flapped up and down. before Jack could move the Book snapped shut with the force of a hammer-blow. +

    +

    + For a moment all went still, but it was not over. The cover slowly creaked open again. Jack held his breath as the pages whirred once more. He expected to + see a charred ruin, but instead when the pages stopped, all he saw was some fine ash that blew off the page like dust, leaving a clean blank leaf. He could + see no other damage at all. +

    +

    + Now, new words began to appear on the pages, and this time they were written in the old familiar script. +

    +

    + +

    +

    + Follow terror, follow fright +

    +

    + Walk beyond the darkest night +

    +

    + Fear behind, fear before +

    +

    + On until the final door +

    +

    + Madness there holds evil sway +

    +

    + Horror waits for mortal prey +

    +

    + Find the hidden secret room +

    +

    + Journeyman must face his doom +

    +

    + Jack looked up. His face was sickly pale. +

    +

    + "That's the real message," he said shakily. "The other one…that was from whatever is doing all this. It's playing games with us." +

    +

    + "The second message is bad enough," Kerry said. +

    +

    + For a long time, nobody spoke. Jack closed his eyes and rubbed them slowly, as if he was very tired. +

    +

    + "Well, we know where to go," he finally said. +

    +

    + "I don't understand," Corriwen whispered. +

    +

    + "We just keep walking. The worse it gets, the closer we'll be." +

    +

    + Kerry put his hand on his friend's shoulder and gripped tight. +

    +

    + "All for one," he said. "We're still with you." +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch21.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch21.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..fd98681 --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch21.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,277 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 21 + + + + +
    +
    +

    21

    +

    + Megrin had reached out with her mind for Jack Flint and his friends and found only a void that made her heart sink with despair. For hours she stumbled + through passages and tunnels, and as she descended, the hot smell of sulphur mixed with the dank reek of decay, in a foul mixture that would make a lesser + human choke. +

    +

    + It + was closer now, wreathed in shadows. Not Bodron. No. It was something from the shadowed underworld, something that had come through the dark way. It was + powerful and completely devoid of any human quality. +

    +

    + The walked carefully on, almost feeling her way towards the source when there was a sudden shudder under her feet and in the fabric of the thick air. The + jolt sent seismic tremors through the ground and she realised that something had happened. +

    +

    + She stopped in the gloom and slowed her breath. And then she felt it. +

    +

    + Jack Flint and his friends were here. They were far away, Jack and Kerry and Corriwen Redthorn, and still inside Bodron's black reach. While her heart + lurched at the thought of them in danger, a part of her surged in the knowledge that they were still alive. +

    +

    + It meant that the heartstone's bearer was still pursuing his quest, as she had foreseen. His friends would be behind him every step of the way, no matter + where it led. +

    +

    + It was that bravery and determination in the hearts of these three young people, that she had long known would be the only salvation for Uaine. +

    +

    + Megrin walked on towards whatever awaited her in the deep tunnels under Bodron's keep. +

    +

    + She wanted to face Bodron before Jack Flint did, because he needed the heartstone to complete his master's plans. +

    +

    + And that could mean only one thing. The final opening of the Dark Way between Uaine and the shadowlands below. +

    +

    + It could mean the end of everything. +

    + +

    + *** +

    +

    + "The worse it gets, the closer we'll be," Jack repeated, as they walked along the narrow tunnel. +

    +

    + It had been bad already, and none of them knew how bad it could get. But his friends were with him and that lent him courage. +

    +

    + "Which way then?" Kerry asked, when they reached a place where several passageways intersected. Jack didn't reply for a moment, then he turned slowly from + left to right, in almost a full circle. He stopped and pointed to the left. +

    +

    + "That way," he said. +

    +

    + "How do you know?" Rionna's voice was a whisper in the gloom. +

    +

    + "I don't know how. I think the heartstone knows where danger lies." +

    +

    + "I'm scared already," Kerry admitted. His short-sword was out, but he had a fair idea it wouldn't be much good against nightmares. +

    +

    + He'd much rather be on the banks of Rionna's stream, catching trout with his bare hands and soaking up the sun. In fact, he told himself, he'd rather be + anywhere at all. +

    +

    + "Might as well get it over with," he added, even though his heart was pounding. "Just as long as I don't meet the monster with claws from under my bed, + I'll be fine." +

    +

    + He walked behind the others, guarding their backs, with Rionna ahead and Corriwen close on Jack's heels. There wasn't room to walk side by side +

    +

    + The tunnel sloped down in a slow spiral, and as they descended, the air grew thicker. Corriwen held the little oil-lamp at shoulder-height and the tiny + flame allowed Jack to see a couple of feet ahead, but no more. +

    +

    + The heartstone pulsed steadily, stronger than before. Jack bit back his apprehension and led them on, while the walls grew narrower still until his + shoulders scraped against them on either side. +

    +

    + "We can't go much further," Corriwen said. "It's getting too narrow." +

    +

    + "I can feel the ground shake," Kerry said. "That can't be good." +

    +

    + Jack had felt the tremors underfoot. He prayed that they would get through this before the roof came down and buried them all. He forced his feet to keep + walking until a blast of hot air came barrelling at them from ahead and snuffed the lamp out. +

    +

    + Darkness engulfed them and Jack felt a powerful sense of claustrophobia. The scorched air buffeted them and passed on. For a second there was silence, + followed by an odd rasping sound, like hoarse whispers in the distance. +

    +

    + "Light," Jack hissed. "We need light." +

    +

    + A spark told him Kerry's flint lighter was doing its best and then flame whooshed into life. He re-lit the lamp. Jack turned to lead on. +

    +

    + Fine gauzy threads scraped past his face, snagging stickily on his skin. All around, filaments stretched in zig-zag patterns, a cat's cradle of strings + that criss-crossed from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. Jack touched one and it stuck to his hand like glue. He tugged hard and it yielded, stretching + the other threads in soft vibrations of sound. +

    +

    + Above them something scraped on stone. Corriwen raised the lamp and looked up. +

    +

    + Four pairs of red eyes reflected the tiny flame. Pin-points in the shadows. +

    +

    + "Oh, Jack," Kerry whispered. "I know what that is." +

    +

    + "What?" +

    +

    + Before Kerry could reply, the eyes moved, and fast. Something the size of a big rat bounded along one silken thread, making it twang as it moved. + Jack glimpsed a number of pinioning legs and before he could yell a warning, a huge spider leapt from the web and landed square on Corriwen's head. +

    +

    + Her scream of pure horror cut Jack like a knife. He had never heard Corriwen scream before. +

    +

    + For an instant Jack was rooted to the spot. He saw the spider's its legs flex as it raised a grotesque head. He saw two yellow curves below the four eyes + as it braced itself to strike. +

    +

    + Corriwen whirled and her free hand swung up to bat the thing away. +

    +

    + "Get it off me! Get if off!" +

    +

    + Her desperate cry broke Jack's paralysis. The great sword shot out before even knew he had moved and sliced the bloated spider in half with one clean sweep + just before the fangs plunged into Corriwen's eyes. +

    +

    + Corriwen shuddered and stumbled back, tangled in a strand which broke from its anchor on the wall and whipped round her leg, sending her sprawling. The + whole web thrummed like a bass string, making all the thick threads vibrate in unison. +

    +

    + Overhead, what looked like thin twigs waved in the air from hollows in the stonework. Jack saw them and snatched at Corriwen's hand, dragging her upright. + The web was still snagged round her ankle and as she moved, it set up a strange harmonic in the strings. +

    +

    + "Are you okay?" Jack asked. +

    +

    + "I've had better days," she gasped. "But I'll live." +

    +

    + "Don't worry," Kerry snorted. "They're only bugs." +

    +

    + Above his head two of the thin twigs curved down to tap rhythmically on web. Then something even bigger than the first hauled out from its hole in the + stone, fangs dripping. Another monstrous spider launched itself, swinging on its own silk, eyes as red as flame. +

    +

    + It lurched across the web. Jack recoiled when saw a fat body as big as a cat, trailing sticky lines. On the opposite side, two more emerged, and came + scrabbling towards them. +

    +

    + Corriwen slashed at the web. It took two swings to cut the sticky line. Kerry jabbed his sword at the scuttling spider, but it dodged to the side as if it + read his mind. It landed just above his head then pounced, faster than the eye could follow. Jointed legs snagged on either side of his shoulders. Kerry + yelped and threw his shoulders against the wall, hoping to crush the thing, but just as quickly it crawled into his head, holding tight with hairy legs. +

    +

    + Corriwen's knife flashed in front of Kerry's eyes and split the thing's pulsing abdomen. A spray of fine silk hosed out. She swung again and the knife cut + straight through the narrow waist, and the spider dropped like a melon to splatter on the floor. +

    +

    + Corriwen glanced at Kerry. His face white, but he managed a half-smile and gave her a thumbs up. +

    +

    + "Spiderwoman saves the day!" +

    +

    + "Only bugs!" she retorted, stepping close to give him a fast peck on his nose. "All bravado." +

    +

    + "Back," Jack yelled. His sword cut an arc in the air, slicing through the web. It parted with a snap and two spiders catapulted off. Kerry speared one on + the point of his blade. The other disappeared into the shadows. +

    +

    + "Back where?" Corriwen asked. She looked around wildly, searching for a way to escape, but there were no exits. +

    +

    + "We have to get out." Rionna cried. She was unarmed and defenceless. There were hordes of spiders all over the web, and more emerging from holes, a mass of + scuttling legs and glittering eyes. +

    +

    + Then a truly monstrous spider came scrambling down the wall, eyes glaring, fangs up and ready to strike. It was knee-high and covered in spiked hairs. +

    +

    + Jack braced himself to meet it head on. The heartstone kicked against his breast. +

    +

    + He slashed the blade down. The creature dodged it, quick as a flash. It launched itself into the air. Jack managed to hit it with the flat of the sword and + it thudded against the wall, bounced and came straight at Kerry who ducked in pure reflex. As it flew over him, it trailed a skein of wet web which dropped + around his shoulders. Then the spider swung in a circle, wrapping Kerry's head in a mass of sticky threads. +

    +

    + Jack dashed forward, trying to stab, while the thing spun round and around until Kerry's head was shrouded and his muffled cry could hardly be heard. Jack + paused, waiting for a chance to kill it without harming Kerry, while that the pure note made his ears ring. Corriwen was half-turned, eyes wide, both + knives trying to slash at Kerry's attacker. +

    +

    + Then another sound, even more powerful and clear, soared to overwhelm the heartstone. The walls shuddered and Jack felt the floor shiver under his feet. +

    +

    + Rionna was standing stock still, hands clamped against her temples, her eyes screwed tightly shut. Her mouth was open wide and the sound that came from it + vibrated the walls. +

    +

    + When the sound rose to a crescendo, the big spider twitched and then it froze, still hunched on Kerry's back, fangs an inch from his neck. In a split + second of clarity Jack lunged past Kerry's head, stabbing right between those fangs, straight and true, up to the hilt. +

    +

    + As Jack pushed Kerry to the side, he felt an acid bite as the spider-blood sprayed across the skin of his arm. With a desperate effort, he spun around, + dragging the spider away. It flew off the sword and hit the wall with a pulpy crack and fell dead. +

    +

    + Beside him, Jack saw Corriwen's blades flicker as she jabbed and slashed, right and left, quick and expert, as limber as a ballerina, making each thrust + count. Kerry got back to his feet and clawed at the web around his face until he was free and took a huge breath of air. When he stopped panting he swung + again and lashed out in fury scattering the scuttling creatures right and left. +

    +

    + Rionna's song soared to an incredible peak, and in front of her, Jack saw the walls were shimmering in and out of focus, like ripples on water. +

    +

    + Suddenly she dashed forward and grabbed Corriwen's wrist. +

    +

    + "Come on," she cried. "There's no time." +

    +

    + She dragged Corriwen with her, straight for the wavering wall. It seemed to swallow them in the blink of an eye. +

    +

    + Jack swung his blade, clearing a path through the wave of monstrous spiders, feeling his feet splash in puddles of their blood. He hacked at the webs until + he reached the spot where Corriwen and Rionna had vanished, turned and hauled at Kerry and they both slumped against the wall. +

    +

    + Everything went black as they fell into it. +

    +

    + For a second he had a dizzying sense of weightlessness. +

    +

    + The next thing he knew, there were flames all around him. +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch22.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch22.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..150cf5a --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch22.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,309 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 22 + + + + +
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    +

    22

    +

    + The heat was so intense Jack could feel the hairs on his eyebrows twist as they scorched. +

    +

    + Gouts of flame spurted all them and the blast-furnace roar was louder than any jet engine Jack had ever heard. Black fumes rolled over them, clogging their + throats and lungs as they dodged pillars of fire, stumbling, half-blinded, choking and coughing. +

    +

    + "Where are we now?" Kerry rasped. Corriwen was bent over in a fit of coughing. Jack held her arm. +

    +

    + "I don't know where this is," Rionna admitted. "I had no time to seek a haven. I sang blind and here we are." +

    +

    + The pillars of fire rose to a blinding white as they watched, then faded to orange before roaring back up to full height and heat as if some monstrous + bellows deep underground were pumping in and out. +

    +

    + Beyond where they stood together, Jack saw a fissure which split the chamber from floor to ceiling. With every pulse of flame, billowing smoke was sucked + into it. It had to lead somewhere, he thought. +

    +

    + He pulled the others close so they could hear him above the noise, and even then he had to shout. "I think there's a way out. When the flare dies down, we + can get through that crack. +

    +

    + "Let's go for it then." Kerry looked Jack in the eye. "Just don't get it wrong, or we're toast." +

    +

    + Jack stood up. He told Corriwen to hold on to his sword-belt. Rionna gripped Corriwen's cape. Kerry had nothing to hold on to, but he stayed only a step + behind. +

    +

    + As soon as the flare reached its peak, Jack told them all to run. He led the way and for one moment it looked as if he would run straight into the pillar + of fire, but when he was only steps away from the searing heat, the flame shrank back down into the vent. Jack had timed it exactly right. He leapt over + it, dragging Corriwen with him. Rionna was swung off her feet. Kerry snatched the neck of her tunic in mid-leap and held her upright, like a rag-doll. +

    +

    + Blistering heat struck Jack's face like a physical wave and the glare was so bright it seared their eyes. Kerry heard a gout of flame explode behind him as + he ran after the others. Hot air blasted at his back, pushing all of them even faster into the fissure until it abruptly widened and they stumbled out. +

    +

    + "That was too close," Kerry gasped. "I think my backside's barbecued." +

    +

    + "But we made it," Jack said. +

    +

    + "To where?" Corriwen asked. She was looking out into a vast cavern. In its centre three colossal pillars stood in a triangle and on top of them, like a + tabletop, lay a massive flat stone. +

    +

    + Underneath it, a profound darkness. +

    +

    + High above them, like a darkening sky, Jack could see a mass of cloud or smoke turning in a slow circle like the eye of a storm. Bolts of lightning sparked + within it. +

    +

    + A sudden blast of wind struck them hard. Corriwen was knocked off her feet before Kerry had a chance to grab her hand. Jack and Rionna were bowled after + them, but Kerry managed to snag his fingers in a crack and held on. Corriwen slammed into him, then Jack and Rionna, and still Kerry held tight. +

    +

    + The shrieking gale buffeted them against the rock wall before it began to abate. The storm overhead them kept spinning in a dark spiral. +

    +

    + Corriwen helped Rionna to her feet and looked across the cavern. +

    +

    + "Look there!" She pointed to the far side of the great chamber. +

    +

    + On the wall directly opposite, shimmering lines of blue light spread filaments of luminescence on the wall. From the centre of the light, a small figure + emerged, walking slowly. From her posture, even at that distance, Jack recognised Megrin and relief surged through him until he saw what she was up + against. +

    +

    + Megrin held her staff raised high in both hands as she walked towards the stone table. The light flickered from its carved head as blinding shards of + lightning forked down at her from the vortex. Megrin didn't flinch, but held her staff steady so that the deadly bolts struck an invisible barrier above + her head. +

    +

    + The smell of scorched stone drifted thick on the air. Kerry sneezed violently and held a hand over his nose.. +

    +

    + "You come to your doom, witch." A voice so loud and deep it made the rock resonate. +

    +

    + "And still I come," Megrin's reply came clear and strong. "I will not leave until I have what you have stolen from Uaine." +

    +

    + "You will never leave this place, spellbinder. This is your final destination." +

    +

    + "Show yourself. Your tricks could not stop me before. They will not now." +

    +

    + He laughed. An unseen presence, but his laugh was powerful and vicious. It did not sound human. +

    +

    + "Where is he?" Corriwen asked, scanning the chamber. On its chain around Jack's neck, the heartstone was thrumming once more. He could hear it loud in his + head. +

    +

    + Megrin strode forward, straight towards the stone table in the centre of the chamber. +

    + +

    + Between the upright pillars, Jack caught a movement. The dark underneath the table-stone swirled and from its depths he saw another figure appear. +

    +

    + He was tall, much taller than Megrin, and thin, and he clutched a long black staff. His face was hidden in deep shadows under a cowl, but his hands showed + white as bone. He reminded Jack of Fainn the mad Spellbinder of Wolfen Castle, and not only in his appearance. Jack sensed evil radiate from him, and an + emptiness that was the complete absence of any human quality. +

    +

    + Jack understood now what Rionna had meant. This might have been her father once, but what he was now, Jack couldn't begin to guess. +

    +

    + Megrin continued towards the shadowy figure, her head held high. Her adversary remained in the shadow under the stone. He raised a thin hand and pointed + his forefinger. They heard him chant a string of guttural words and then thunder exploded and Megrin was blasted backwards off her feet. Before she could + get up, the ground around her began to writhe and buckle. The stone mounds swelled and elongated into slender shapes. They branched at their tips and began + to flex. +

    +

    + "Hands!" Jack heard the disbelief in Corriwen's voice. +

    +

    + But they were hands. Hands of moving stone that reached for Megrin, pinioning her arms and legs, smothering her in their grip. +

    +

    + "We have to help her," Corriwen cried. Before Jack could stop her she was off and running, but he knew it was the wrong thing to do. He knew they needed to + stop for a moment and think. +

    +

    + Corriwen had forced his hand. She was twenty paces away before he reacted and then he too was running, drawing his sword as he hared after her. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Kerry saw the cowled figure turn towards him and Rionna. Its black staff pointed directly at them. Something unseen whickered past his ear and hit the wall + behind them. Kerry turned to take Rionna's hand and follow Jack and Corrie across the chamber. +

    +

    + Then he saw Rionna's face was white with shock. +

    +

    + A tall shadow oozed from the stone wall, taking shape as it approached. Kerry saw a wizened woman in tattered rags reach and take Rionna by the shoulders. + A face as dry and cracked as old parchment bent towards her as a slit mouth opened. +

    +

    + "My little girl," it said in a voice like shifting sand. "Come back to find your mother." +

    +

    + Kerry saw that what he had thought were deep-set eyes were not eyes at all, just sunken pits in a crumbling skull. Hanks of straggly grey hair had fallen + off in patches and stuck to its mouldering hood. The hands were long and skeletal, covered in a thin membrane that looked as if it would flake to powder at + a touch. +

    +

    + "Good child…." It hissed. "Loving child." +

    +

    + Rionna stood frozen. She looked as if she might simply faint with fright. +

    +

    + The apparition drew Rionna into its embrace. +

    +

    + "Come and love your mother, child. Be with me now." +

    +

    + Rionna seemed to wilt. Her knees buckled and her body slumped. For a moment Kerry was too stunned to move as he saw Rionna's cheeks draw into hollows. Her + skin seemed to dry out like a fallen leaf in hot sun. +

    +

    + "It's killing her!" The thought jolted him out of his paralysis. The thing, whatever it was, whatever it had been, was sucking the life from her. Even as + he watched, the gaunt abomination seemed to fill out as if it was feeding on Rionna's very life. +

    +

    + A huge anger, more powerful than any he had felt in his life, surged through him. +

    +

    + "Get your filthy hands off her," he bawled, leaping forward and drawing his short-sword in one practiced motion. He closed the distance in four paces, + angling the point upwards and thrusting straight-armed. +

    +

    + The blade went through it with hardly any resistance at all. Dry dust puffed out where the sword had pierced. Kerry drew back and stabbed again. The + monstrosity turned its peeling face towards him and its mouth opened, showing a black hole lined with long, brown teeth. Rionna's breathing sounded ragged + and desperate as the spectre drew her closer still. +

    +

    + "I said…" He stabbed again, and again and again… "leave…. her…alone!" +

    +

    + The mangy cloak was puckered with holes, but Kerry's attack appeared to have no other effect. It was still turned towards him, sunken sockets regarding him + mercilessly. Rionna was sagging now, and disappearing into the tatters and Kerry suddenly knew that if this dead thing enveloped her, she'd be lost + forever. +

    +

    + He swung the sword down in a slant, wanting to cut the apparition in half. +

    +

    + A long arm snapped out and bony fingers clenched around his throat. +

    +

    + Kerry gasped as his breath was instantly cut off. And then, shockingly, he was swung right off his feet. The sword spun from his hand and clanged on the + floor. The hand that held him drew him forward, right up close to the mummified skull. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as the fingers squeezed + tight. He could smell musty dry rot and mould. Up close, dusty cobwebs hung from the straggly hair. The grip tightened and he felt his vision begin to + waver. +

    +

    + The mouth opened even wider, only inches away from his eyes. Cracked lips pulled back to reveal long teeth. +

    +

    + Kerry panicked. He was helpless in the inexorable grasp, hands flailing for anything to use to break free. He fumbled in his pocket, wishing he had his + penknife, or a rock, or anything sharp. All he found was the little lighter that he'd used to light the lamp in the tunnel. Like a drowning man, he + clutched at it and drew it free. Maybe he could jam it in the eye socket. +

    +

    + But instinct took over. His thumb found the little wheel and snapped down. Sparks jumped. A whoosh of flame leapt from his fingers and raced up the + tattered threads of its cloak. +

    +

    + It made a wavery whump sound, the way the marsh gas had ignited in the bogs of Eirinn. In an instant, the shoulders and cowl were wreathed in + crackling fire. Flames stuttered along the sleeve of the hand that held him by the throat. He saw them coming straight for his eyes, twisted and kicked, + and suddenly he was falling free. He landed on his feet, spun towards the burning shape, ignoring the sudden heat and snatched at Rionna's almost-hidden + form. His fingers found her slender arms and he threw them both to the side while the dead thing that had caught them both spun faster and faster, hissing + like a steam vent and collapsing in on itself as the updraught fanned the flames. +

    +

    + Rionna shivered against him, and he held her tight as she gasped great breaths and warmth began to return to her body. Then she burst into sudden tears. +

    +

    + "Don't," Kerry said hoarsely. His throat felt as if it had been squeezed flat. "That wasn't your mother." +

    +

    + She sobbed against him. +

    +

    + "It's a trick," he insisted. "It's all a trick. You said yourself….it gets in your head and twists everything." +

    +

    + He felt her nod her agreement into the curve of his neck. +

    +

    + "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you. Cross my heart and hope to die." +

    +

    + She raised her head to look at him with those luminous eyes. But before either of them had a chance to speak, on the far side of the chamber Corriwen + Redthorn screamed like a banshee. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Jack and Corriwen ran a murderous gauntlet, blasted by jagged shrapnel from where bolts of lightning struck the ground. The stone hands were dragging + Megrin down. She desperately reached for her staff, but it lay just beyond her grasp. +

    +

    + Corriwen launched herself at the mass of stone imprisoning Megrin and began to hammer at the rocky fingers with the hilt of her knife. Jack went after the + staff, but it spun away and he stumbled. +

    +

    + It rolled further away from him, then rose into the air, spinning slowly as it gained height and floated towards the darkness underneath the table stone + where her adversary stood. +

    +

    + The cowled figure beckoned silently and Megrin's staff soared towards him. In seconds it would be within his grasp. +

    +

    + Jack knew he had to do something, and fast. +

    +

    + On top the stone slab, something polished reflected light back into his eyes, dazzling him for an instant. He screwed his eyes up against the glare and ran + for Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + Corriwen saw a streak of motion. One second Jack was turning. The next he was a blur, given miraculous speed by Rune's boots. He leapt for the staff, hands + stretched above him. She saw his fingers snatch at it in the air. +

    +

    + Jack's whole body shuddered as he grabbed the staff just before Bodron reached for it. A huge shock ran through him and he almost lost his grip. +

    +

    + Corriwen heard his cry of surprise and pain, and saw him fall to the ground, the staff firmly clenched in both hands. +

    +

    + The hooded figure roared. +

    +
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    23

    +

    + Jack's knees buckled as he hit the ground. Bodron roared again, and the cavern walls shook. He pointed the black staff and forks of orange light stabbed at + Jack who twisted and rolled while flares exploded all around him. Megrin's staff bucked and juddered in his grasp as it dragged him forward, but he held on + tight, even though the friction burned the skin of his hands. Kerry yelled a warning as Jack tried to dig his heels in the ground, straining against the + force that pulled him inexorably towards where Bodron stood waiting in the shadow. +

    +

    + When he was almost under the table stone, skeletal fingers reached forward, but not for Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + Jack tried to squirm away when he saw the heartstone on its chain had slipped from his tunic. And whatever power Bodron exerted on Jack was also pulling + the stone, for it had swung out, almost a foot away from Jack's face. Bodron's eyes blazed like headlights and Jack saw that though he might have human + shape, those eyes burned with hell-fire. +

    +

    + "Bring it to me!" The glee in Bodron's voice was unmistakeable. +

    +

    + "Never!" Jack grated. He groaned with the strain as he tried to pull back from Bodron's reaching hand, and fumbled desperately for the great sword hilt. He + would never give up his father's heartstone. Not without a fight. +

    +

    + Kerry knew the fiend wanted the Journeyman's heartstone. They had been through enough to know that if it got it, then everything was lost. +

    +

    + Jack Flint was the best friend he had ever had. The best anybody ever had. He had saved Kerry's life a dozen times or more. And Kerry had come + through the gate to Uaine because he didn't want Jack Flint to face danger alone. +

    +

    + A hot anger burned inside him. If Jack ever needed him, he needed him now. +

    + +

    + As he started to run towards where Jack struggled, Kerry scooped up a heavy piece of rock. With his free hand he unshipped his sling from his belt, fitted + the rock in the cradle and swung it around his head. +

    +

    + Ahead of him, something on top of the table-stone caught the lightning flash and sent a blinding beam into his eyes. Kerry squinted and tried to ignore it. + He braced himself, torqued his shoulders and launched the stone with all his strength. +

    +

    + Behind him he could hear Corriwen yelling but he ignored that too and threw himself headlong at Jack in a flying tackle that knocked him sideways. Jack + landed hard, with Kerry on top of him. Megrin's staff was jarred from of his grip and tumbled away. As they disentangled themselves two pale shapes + resolved into the two white goshawks that swooped down, talons agape and seized it. +

    +

    + The rock took Bodron between the eyes. He staggered backwards, arms flailing and as he stumbled into the shadow he lost his grip on the black staff. +

    +

    + Corriwen and Rionna watched in amazement as the darkness under the stone enveloped Bodron, folding around him until he vanished from sight. The ground + heaved. +

    +

    + Corriwen saw the dark mass pulse. Its blistered surface began to swell into bloated tendrils that inflated and burst free. Where they landed, they twisted + and elongated. She saw the tendrils become jointed arms and legs that flexed and straightened, supporting thin warted bodies on top of which wizened heads + glared with blinkless yellow eyes. +

    +

    + She shrieked a warning. +

    +

    + Both Jack and Kerry turned and froze. +

    +

    + The pieces of the dark mass had become shapes from Jacks deepest nightmares. In an instant he was catapulted back to his memory to the desperate race + through the forest, a baby in his father's arms, while pale-eyed shadows hounded them every step of the way towards the homeward gate. +

    +

    + "What in the name of - " Kerry blurted. +

    +

    + Those eyes fixed on them hungrily. Long arms reached out. Two-clawed toes scrabbled on stone. +

    +

    + Nightshades. +

    + +

    + Behind them, Bodron emerged from the enfolding dark and Jack saw that he had changed utterly. He loomed twice as tall. His face was contorted, his skin + swelling and puckering as if something inside was trying to get out. Under the cowl his eyes were aflame. +

    +

    + "Journeyman…" Bodron's voice rumbled. It pointed a long finger at Jack. +

    +

    + "Journeyman's whelp. I destroyed your father long ago and sent him where none return. But you bear that which I desire. Give it to me now and you might + still have life, of a kind." +

    +

    + A fierce anger erupted in Jack's chest. This beast was responsible for it all. The loss of his father; the years of uncertainty and mystery. And + the darkness that infested Uaine. Before he spit out a response, it spoke again. +

    +

    + "Or my nightshades will feast, and I will have it then." +

    +

    + "Not a chance," Kerry cried. "You'll have to take it from his cold, dead hands. If you can!" +

    +

    + "Thanks, Kerry," Jack groaned. +

    +

    + "No problem. I heard it in a movie. The good guys won." +

    +

    + The demon rumbled again. "Deny me and suffer forever. It was I who sent the nightshades to herd you to the stone gates. It was I who brought you here. You + are mine." +

    +

    + Jack drew the great sword, unsure whether it would be of any use as Bodron and the shades stalked towards them. +

    +

    + "I came here of my own free will," he cried, quivering, not with fear, but anger. "You didn't bring me. The Sky Queen sent me. I came to find my father. + But now I am here to take my revenge for what you have done." +

    +

    + The heartstone throbbed violently. Jack's sword was in his hands and surging with its own life. +

    +

    + "You are nothing. Just smoke and mirrors. You don't belong in any world." +

    +

    + He and Kerry stood shoulder to shoulder. Kerry reached a hand and clasped his arm. +

    +

    + "Sorry Jack. About your dad." Even as the nightshades advanced, he squeezed Jack's arm tight, a gesture of solidarity. "Let's do it for him. We're in a + corner. The only way out is to do it to them before they do it to us." +

    +

    + "The only way," Jack repeated, nodding. His chin was set, knuckles white. +

    +

    + Corriwen cried out a warning. Something flicked over Jack's shoulder and hit the nearest shade between its narrow shoulders. The arrow struck with no + sound. And no obvious effect. It passed through the shade and emerged on the other side to drop uselessly to the ground. +

    +

    + Then suddenly behind Jack and Kerry, something exploded. When Jack spun around, ready to defend himself he saw Megrin was on her feet. Her face was + expressionless and calm. +

    +

    + The stone hands that had pinned her down were flying away in fragments. She had her staff in her hands and blue fire ran up and down its length. The two + white birds wheeled above her. +

    +

    + Corriwen was on one knee. She drew Jack's amberhorn bow back as she searched for another target. Before she could shoot, Megrin touched her on the shoulder + and made a sign over Jack's quiver of black arrows. A dazzling light arced between the staff and the obsidian arrowheads. +

    +

    + "Fight darkness with light," she said softly. "It is always so." +

    +

    + Corriwen nodded. She drew back until the feather-flights brushed her cheek and let loose. A blue streak that flashed between Jack and Kerry as the arrow + took the nearest nightshade in its bulging eye. It screamed. Black fumes poured out from its eye and its head melted like tar. +

    +

    + Behind it Bodron snarled in fury. +

    +

    + Corriwen aimed again, feeling a strange sense of energy pass from the glowing arrow, through the bow, to her fingers. More nightshades surged forward, + claws reaching for Jack and Kerry. +

    +

    + Jack attacked the horde, slashing his sword right and left. As he sliced down on the crown of the nearest nightshade, it felt as if he hit solid stone, but + the blade didn't falter. It made a sickly crunch and drove right down between the eyes. The two halves of the hideous head fell apart like a cut fruit. +

    +

    + Kerry tried to launch a heavy rock but as he swung back, a claw reached for him and grabbed his wrist with inhuman strength. A shock of cold riveted up his + arm and then all sensation faded, and the sling dropped from his numb fingers. His arm was still outstretched but as rigid as wood. +

    +

    + Jack whirled to help him and in one fluid motion, severed the claw that gripped Kerry's arm, then spun away to face the rest of them. Kerry sank to his + knees as the cold surged through his veins. +

    +

    + Rionna rushed to him, oblivious to the danger. She snatched the claw that still gripped Kerry's arm, tugged it free and let it drop to the ground. It hit + with a wet splat and collapsed into shiny black rivulets that soaked into cracks in the stone. She put her hands round Kerry's chest and tried to drag him + away. +

    +

    + Bodron suddenly leapt at them and his mighty hand clamped on Rionna's head. He lifted her effortlessly up to his eye level. +

    +

    + "Traitor!" His voice was a vicious snarl. "The spellbinder's own spawn betrays him." +

    +

    + Bodron swung its staff down with deadly force. +

    +

    + Kerry yelled out, still on his knees. He drew his short-sword left-handed and stabbed upwards into Bodron's armpit. As the point struck its mark, Kerry was + smashed backwards and fell to the ground, twitching. He lay unable to move as baleful orange light rippled over him in fiery snakes. +

    +

    + Rionna's eyes were wide with terror as she faced her father. He was now unrecognisable as anything human. The black staff swung towards her. +

    +

    + Then Megrin's staff shot out and stopped it, inches from her face. Sparks of brilliant light exploded where the two staffs touched. Bodron's grip on + Rionna's head opened and she fell away. +

    +

    + Jack desperately slashed at the nightshades. From beyond the melee, Corriwen launched arrow after arrow, watching the creatures implode and melt, and Jack + began to think they might have a chance. +

    +

    + But he was backed into a corner, jabbing and hacking and with every strike, the nightshades shrank back only a little, and then surged forward, barricading + him tightly against the chamber wall. +

    +

    + Corriwen stopped shooting. Despite her skill with the bow, there was now too much of a risk of hitting Jack as the nightshades crowded in on him. She drew + both knives and ran forward to fight by his side, but before she reached him, they suddenly pushed forward until Jack was completely lost from view. +

    +

    + Jack was surrounded by glaring eyes and hooking claws, squeezed in tight against the stone and without enough space to swing the sword. Long, bony fingers + reached for the heartstone. +

    +

    + Corriwen's heart kicked and she screeched a warning. +

    +

    + Reacting on pure instinct Jack suddenly launched himself over the heads of the nightshades. Corriwen saw him suddenly appear over the mass of attackers as + they closed in. Thin arms, quick as striking snakes, tried to hook him from the air, but not quick enough. One claw shot out, but it only snagged the + satchel that swung from Jack's shoulders. Something ripped, but his momentum powered him on. +

    +

    + Rune's boots made Jack fly like an acrobat, tumbling through the air. The sword-blade reflected the blue and orange light from where Megrin and Bodron were + locked together in blistering streams of their own power. +

    +

    + Jack landed, light as a cat. He turned fast, expecting to see nightshades surging after him and it took him a second to realise that he was not on the + ground. +

    +

    + He could see Megrin and Bodron far below him. Corriwen was running towards Kerry and Rionna. Jack was high above them, high on the flat table stone + supported by the three immense rock pillars. +

    +

    + Whatever had almost blinded him before now glinted in the corner of his vision and when he turned he saw a circle of burnished metal pages each etched with + intricate figures and strange script. +

    +

    + The Copperplates. +

    + +

    + He knew they could be nothing else. +

    +

    + They blazed with supernatural power. Twenty-one gleaming plates of copper. Not standing, but somehow hovering in a perfect circle. Directly above them, the + dark storm spun slowly, crackling with lightning. +

    +

    + Jack stepped forward towards the centre of the table-stone. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Coriwen reached Kerry and Rionna. She pointed up at the great table stone. +

    +

    + "Bodron's too strong," Kerry cried. "Can you shoot him?" +

    +

    + "They are too close," Rionna said. "She is binding him….it." +

    +

    + But Corriwen ignored them, still pointing up at the stones. +

    +

    + "Look…up there." +

    +

    + Kerry and Rionna raised their heads and saw Jack high on the table-stone. He held the great sword out in front of him. Around him, polished metal gleamed. + They saw him walk forward, towards the centre of the stone. +

    +

    + And then he disappeared completely. +

    +
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    24

    +

    + Jack started towards the centre of the circle. The copperplates hung suspended, each polished surface facing him. The sword was still in Jack's hand and + the heartstone vibrated against his ribs. +

    +

    + The beauty of the gleaming metal plates and the intricate patterns etched on their surfaces drew him in to their core. He was helpless to resist. +

    +

    + When as he stepped within the circle, everything beyond the Copperplates faded away. He could sense immense power surging around him. +

    +

    + Jack looked in the surface of one of the plates. For an instant he saw himself reflected in its depths and his vision blurred. He felt a sudden dizzy + sensation and without warning a blinding pain exploded between his eyes. He cried out as everything went black. +

    +

    + + He floated up to the surface, struggling for breath. Behind him the falls of Temair thundered to foam. He gasped a breath and went under again, + searching for Kerry who had fallen with him. Down into the depths he swam, while slender creatures with wide eyes swam around and he felt amongst the + weeds until he found something. He grabbed at it, pulled himself lower… + +

    + +

    + Kerry's pale face swayed in the current, mouth wide, eyes colourless, staring at him with contempt. +

    + +

    + Jack jerked back in horror, swallowed a mouthful of bitter water… +

    + +

    + + …and he was on the shifting slab on the brimstone flow in Temair's badlands. Corriwen reached for his hand to help him but he didn't risk taking + it and she slipped backwards into the fire. Steam hissed and he saw her flesh burn away as she sank into it until all he could see were her accusing + eyes… + +

    + +

    + + He cringed from the sight, then found himself at the bottom of the stairwell in the Major's house back home. The Major's shotgun lay rusted beside a + pile of bones. A skull glared blindly at him, and a babble of voices clamoured in his head. + +

    + +

    + "You let me drown!" Kerry's voice was cold and watery. +

    +

    + "No! I'd never let you !" The words formed in Jack mind but wouldn't come out. +

    +

    + "You could have saved me…" Corriwen was a whisper in his ear. +

    +

    + "Please. No!" +

    +

    + "You brought the darkness into my home…" + The Major accused him. +

    + +

    + Jack moaned and clapped his hands over his ears to banish the voices. Something punched him in the belly. Punched again. Hit a third time. +

    + +

    + His eyes opened…. +

    + +

    + And he was out of the nightmare, still on the table stone. Now the Copperplates were spinning around him in a slow a circle, like parts of gleaming + carousel, matching the swirling storm high overhead. Jack could feel their collective power shunt around him and through him. +

    +

    + A fourth blow to the stomach almost knocked the wind from him and he raised himself up on two hands. +

    +

    + The satchel was jerking violently, kicking hard just under his ribs. The straps had worked themselves loose. +

    +

    + "Nightmare!" Jack tried to tell himself. Rionna had told them that the dark power fed on the fear it created in human minds. Within the ring of the + Copperplates, that power seemed magnified a hundredfold. It had reached into his mind, seeking out his worst terrors and made them real. +

    +

    + Whatever controlled these ancient talismans had the power to drive a world to the edge of madness. He had to stop Bodron. +

    +

    + Jack scrambled away, not wanting to see what might crawl out of the bag. But as he stood up, he saw Bodron twist away from Megrin and point his black staff + up at him. As he did so, the Copperplates began to whirl faster and faster, like shining blades cutting the air and worse, the circle was shrinking, + squeezing in on him. +

    +

    + At the edge of his vision, the gargoyle creatures were now clambering over the rim of the table-stone. The Nightshades had found him again +

    +

    + He was trapped. As the copperplates closed in, he realised he was helpless. Jack sank to his haunches, sword drawn, ready to roll under the whirling + plates, even if he had to face the Nightshades. As he did so, his bag bucked again. +

    +

    + The Book of Ways tumbled out. Its old leather cover flipped open. +

    +

    + Without warning, the whirling Copperplates broke formation. Overhead a jagged fork of lightning stabbed down into the stone. Jack was almost hurled off his + feet. One plate came slashing towards him. He rolled and it sliced a bare inch past his head. Thrown off balance, Jack tried to steady himself. His hand + landed on The Book of Ways. +

    +

    + The heartstone throbbed with a power that surged through Jack and arced between his fingers and the pages of the Book. +

    +

    + Another of the Copperplates lanced in at him, straight at his eyes. +

    +

    + The Book bucked in his hands, pages whirring, but he was hardly aware of it as the Copperplate spun in like a blade whistling toward him through the air. +

    +

    + Before he could move, the Book of Ways leapt up and snapped shut on it with a sound like a hammer-blow. The force pushed Jack backwards, but he managed to + hold on to the book's spine. It bucked again, like a living thing, almost throwing him off balance and when it opened again, Jack saw a flash of gold that + quickly faded to white. The Copperplate's symbols stood out starkly on the page and then sank into the surface, leaving it clean and white again. +

    +

    + The Book suddenly felt heavy in his hands, as if it had absorbed a great weight. Jack's fingers tingled. Another copperplate came streaking towards him. + The Book opened to meet it and it vanished into the snapping pages. +

    +

    + One by one, while thunder roared and nightshades hovered, ready to pounce, the spinning copperplates whirred in at Jack and the book rose to meet them and + swallow them in its pages. +

    +

    + When it had captured the last of them, the Book's weight forced Jack to his knees. For one last time, the cover opened again, the old pages now blazing + with a searing white light. The Book lifted from his hands as it shot out a blinding beam which speared upwards towards the centre of the swirling black + storm overhead. +

    +

    + For a second, the air around him seemed to crystallise. Then whole world exploded +

    + +

    + The blast was so bright, Jack could see the bones of his hand through his skin and flesh. A sound like a hundred jet engines cracked the solid rock high + overhead. +

    +

    + The nightshades were caught in a blast of intense heat and turned to vapour in the blink of an eye. +

    +

    + Huge stalactites lanced down and shattered to a million flying shards. Jack looked up and saw an enormous spear of rock coming straight for him. He jerked + backwards and it struck the table stone with such force the platform cracked in two. +

    +

    + Jack felt the whole structure tilt slowly. Instinctively he leapt off, sword in one hand, Book in the other and landed on solid ground as the massive stone + structure collapsed. All around the great chamber, the rock walls began to melt and flow. +

    +

    + Bodron screamed in impotent fury. His back arched and his mouth yawned like a cave. Behind him the table-stone slumped into the dark pit. From every + fissure in the shattered rock of the great cavern, shadows streamed out and flowed into the ever widening crater. +

    +

    + The Journeyman's sword vibrated in harmony with the heartstone's steady pulse. Jack ran to where Kerry huddled with Corriwen and Rionna as huge stones + tumbled from on high to be swallowed by the dark. The ground bucked and heaved and he and Kerry held tight to the two girls to keep them on their feet. +

    +

    + Megrin was chanting now, her green eyes locked on Bodron's. +

    +

    + "Back to the pit where you belong!" Her voice gained strength. "Beast of the darkness. And never return to the world of light! +

    +

    + "Hag! I will take you with me." Bodron roared. His eyes blazed as he raised his staff. +

    +

    + Jack saw his chance while Bodron's attention was fixed on Megrin. This was the beast, the demon that had killed his father. The monster that had sent the + nightshades after them. +

    +

    + When he started forward, Kerry realised what he was about to attempt and tried to hold him back. Jack twisted out of his grip and ran. He leapt over mounds + of fallen stone, dodging tumbling rocks, his eyes fixed on the demonic face. +

    +

    + The sword flashed as he thrust upwards and stabbed with all his strength. The blade went through the black cloak, up under the ribs until its bloodied + point came through the shoulder of Bodron's raised arm. The demon's claw hand jerked open and the black staff fell to the ground. +

    +

    + The burning eyes widened in shock and surprise. They turned away from Megrin swung down to where Jack stood, both hands on the sword's hilt. They fixed on + him with such malevolence and hatred that Jack felt it shudder through him. +

    +

    + He shrank back from the power of Bodron's fury and the blade pulled free. +

    +

    + Megrin's staff flared and as the others watched, its light spun around Bodron as he tottered backwards. Around him, a dark aura began to form, oozing from + his eyes and mouth, and as it intensified, so he shrank. As the aura writhed and swelled, Bodron's form withered and crumpled. +

    +

    + The shadowed shape oozing from Bodron's withered body was being sucked towards the dark pit and Bodron sagged to the ground. +

    +

    + All the life-force was draining out of him, his hands little more than papery skin and bones. His cowl slipped back and Jack was close enough to see a + wizened face with sparse white hair and eyes sunk deep into hollows. +

    +

    + He turned his head to look beyond Jack and those eyes found Rionna. There was no recognition in them. There was nothing left of the man who had once been + her father. +

    +

    + The ground lurched again and the darkness from the pit expanded outwards to swallow Bodron completely. As Jack ran back to the others as the ground began + to sink under him and suddenly there was nothing solid under their feet. +

    +

    + Megrin cried a warning. Jack tried to stab the sword into the ground to stop them from slipping, but Kerry slid into him, dragging Rionna with him. + Corriwen lost her footing and they all began to slide towards the yawning crater. Jack snatched desperately for Corriwen's hand. +

    +

    + Megrin was too far away to help. She saw the darkness expand and consume them. In one last desperate act she threw her staff with all her strength. It + soared up and then plummeted into the centre of the black maelstrom into which her young friends had disappeared. +

    +

    + There was a blinding flash and the rock walls all around disintegrated and turned to dust. To Megrin's amazement, the black hole began to close. In an + instant it shrank to a single point, then it shut completely. All noise died. +

    +

    + Megrin found herself standing alone on a barren moorland in the far west of Uaine. Above her, the sky was clear and blue and the sun shone bright and warm. +

    +

    + There was no sign of Jack Flint, Kerry Malone or Corriwen Redthorn, or of her niece, Bodron's daughter Rionna. +

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    25

    +

    + To Jack it seemed as if they fell forever. +

    +

    + They all fell together. If they screamed, none heard it as they were rolled dizzily inside a dark tornado. +

    +

    + Jack's last memory was a wide circle of light that raced away from him at astonishing speed until it was just a dot which vanished in an instant and then + there was nothing to see. +

    +

    + Faster and faster they spun, clinging desperately to one another, down and down and down. The darkness was heavy, so heavy that it pressed down on them. + The air grew thick so that it was almost impossible to breathe. Jack felt his consciousness fade. +

    +

    + Some time later, maybe a long time later, he awoke, still holding Corriwen's hand, still falling, but now they were descending fast on a steep slope as + smooth as glass. It took Jack a little while to realise that he was awake, and not in the middle of some nightmare, and when he realised that they were + sliding, he tried to dig his heels in to slow his momentum. +

    +

    + Nothing happened. He stabbed down with the sword-blade, holding it like an ice-axe. Its point sent out a blaze of sparks as it cut a furrow in the surface, + slowing them just a little. +

    +

    + As they slid further the glassy surface became grainy, like fine sand. Jack forced the blade in harder and gradually their speed diminished as the slope + began to level out. +

    +

    + Eventually they ground to a halt, surrounded by the dust kicked up by their passage. Here, everything was silent. Some distance away, in the direction they + had been travelling, Jack could make out a deep, ominous red glow. It was the only light he could see. +

    +

    + Gingerly, he got to his feet and sheathed the sword. He helped Corriwen up, feeling as if his whole body was covered in bruises. Kerry rolled over and he + and Rionna managed to stand. Every footstep sent up a cloud of fine dust that smelt of old cinders. +

    +

    + "What happened?" Kerry asked groggily. +

    +

    + "The ground opened," Corriwen said. "It sucked us down." +

    +

    + "All I remember is Jack up on the stone, and everything flashing around him." +

    +

    + "The Copperplates," Rionna said. Jack nodded. +

    +

    + "They came for me and the Book swallowed them. I don't know how." +

    +

    + "And you killed that…that demon," Rionna said. +

    +

    + "I don't know if you can kill something like that," Jack said. "But I had to do something. I think I just distracted it, and Megrin did the rest." +

    +

    + Corriwen touched him on the shoulder. "But you faced it, Jack. I saw you. You were the Journeyman for certain." +

    +

    + Before Jack could respond, Kerry piped up. "I'm not even going to ask where we are, but I don't like it already. It stinks." +

    +

    + "At least we're alive," Corriwen said. +

    +

    + "Don't be so sure," Kerry mumbled, breaking into a fit of coughing as the dust rasped his throat. +

    +

    + "We fell a long way into the pit," Rionna said. "This must be the nether-lands, the realm of the night-shades. I read my father's old scripts. This seems + to fit." +

    +

    + "I think Bodron used the Copperplates to open the Dark Way. Megrin says its like a wormhole between here and Uaine. The Book stopped them." He patted the + satchel. "It's got power of its own." +

    +

    + "So can it get us out of here?" +

    +

    + "I don't know," Jack said honestly. He believed Rionna's explanation, but he still wasn't sure of exactly where they were. In his heart he was sure he had + led them to the end of the road, and the end of his quest. Bodron had already told him he had destroyed his father. Now, thanks to him they were all at the + bottom of a fathomless pit. +

    +

    + It had all been for nothing. That realisation settled on him like a dead weight. +

    +

    + "Brilliant," Kerry said with weary sarcasm. He began to lead the way down the slope, slip-sliding over shards of what looked like fire-blackened pottery, + until they got near the base where the red glow was brighter. +

    +

    + "Aw jeez!" +

    +

    + Kerry picked up something, held it up, and Jack realised that they had been sliding down neither shale nor pottery shards. In his hand Kerry held a skull + fragment, the forehead and two empty sockets. They were at the bottom of a vast hill of crushed and broken bones. +

    +

    + Jack shuddered. There was no way any of them wanted to climb back up that slope. He was about to lead them forward towards the red glow when a high-pitched + noise from far above stopped him in his tracks. They all looked up into the darkness. The sound grew louder and higher, like a siren. Something sparked + brightly as it fell towards them. Jack pulled Corriwen aside. Kerry snatched at Rionna, but she held her ground as the mysterious light plunged towards + her. +

    +

    + At the last second she raised both hands and caught Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + Faint blue fire still rippled along its length. Its light reflected in her wide eyes. +

    +

    + Corriwen said. "She must have dropped it." +

    +

    + "Maybe she closed the gate with it," Rionna said. She planted the staff between her feet. "Perhaps the sun now shines in Uaine." +

    +

    + "That's all very well," Kerry snorted. "But it sure isn't shining down here." +

    +

    + Jack said nothing. He was thinking now. The Major had told him - and it seemed like years ago now - that there were no such things as coincidences, not in + serious matters anyway. All of the wise folk they had met on their adventures had agreed on that. +

    +

    + The fact that he carried the Heartstone and the Book of Ways had proved not to be a coincidence. The heart had saved him many times on Temair and Eirinn. + The Book of Ways had always led them true…and now it had consumed the Copperplates to stem their power. He and Kerry had met Corriwen Redthorn and + together they had won through in Temair and in Eirinn. Now they had met Rionna, Bodron's daughter, who had brought Kerry to save them from the nightmare + illusion in Megrin's cottage. +

    +

    + Jack's eyes were fixed on Megrin's staff, which Rionna held in both hands. Now they had the staff, and whatever power it might have left in it. +

    +

    + It couldn't be a coincidence. There must, he told himself, be a purpose. +

    +

    + And if there was a purpose, then there was hope. Maybe there was a way out of this. +

    +

    + Maybe….. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Behind them, a vast mound of broken bones. Ahead, the eerie glow and forward was the only direction they could take. The nearer they got to it, the thicker + the fumes and the hotter it became. +

    +

    + As they came to the edge of a red pit, Jack realised there was nowhere to go and his heart sank. It was vast, a great hole from which smoke belched and + fires far below glowed like lava. +

    +

    + "This is it," Kerry said, looking down at the fiery pit. "Dead end." +

    +

    + "There must be a way out," Corriwen said, but her voice was far from certain. She looked at Jack for confirmation. +

    +

    + Jack drew the Book of Ways from his bag. He laid it flat on the ground and watched as it flipped open. The pages whirred and then stopped. As he had on the + table-stone he caught a glint of coppery gold and then the page turned white again. +

    +

    + The old script began to write itself. +

    +

    + Far from all the worlds of man +

    +

    + Journeyman must venture on +

    +

    + Brave the fire in circles steep +

    +

    + Brave the dark in cavern deep +

    +

    + Two deadly trials must you face +

    +

    + Until you find the final place +

    +

    + To meet the doom so long foretold +

    +

    + Yet traveller must now be bold +

    +

    + Whence none returned to tell the tale +

    +

    + With heartstone, book and staff prevail. +

    +

    + Kerry, Corriwen and Rionna all looked at him, waiting for his reaction. Jack rubbed his chin, thinking. The book had confirmed one thing: Megrin's staff + was here for a purpose. As he had thought, there were no coincidences. +

    +

    + "I don't like the none-returned part," Kerry said. +

    +

    + "None returned so far," Corriwen countered, with more confidence than she felt. "We've won through until now, haven't we?" +

    +

    + "Well, I can't see a way out of here." +

    +

    + Jack wasn't listening. The words were running through his head. It had told them to venture on, which meant they couldn't go back. But the last line kept + repeating itself, like a mantra. +

    +

    + With heartstone, book and staff prevail. +

    +

    + There must be hope, he told himself. There must. Jack edged towards the rim of the fiery pit, holding his arm against his face to ward off the + heat. He looked down. +

    +

    + Circles steep. +

    + +

    + He had to rub his eyes several times before he finally saw it. A narrow trackway made its way down in a spiral. It was little more than a ledge, but it + followed the sides of the pit in a corkscrew shape into the depths. And just where it began to disappear into the fumes, Jack saw what he was looking for. + A dark shape in the blasted stone. A hole in the rock. A cave. An exit? +

    +

    + He beckoned to Kerry. Corriwen and Rionna followed and Jack showed them the ledge and the hole in the cauldron wall. +

    +

    + "It's a chance," he said. "I don't know how good, but it's a chance. And I believe the book." +

    +

    + "Me too," Kerry said. "But one slip and we're toast." +

    +

    + "Just don't slip," Corriwen warned him. "Or I'll not be pleased!" +

    +

    + "That's all the warning I need, kid," Kerry grinned. "I'd rather face fire." +

    +

    + "Get serious," Jack said. "That's just what we have to do. And be careful." +

    +

    + They picked up their gear and Jack led the descent, followed the rim until they reached the narrow path. They made their way down, pressing themselves + against the rock, both for safety and to shield themselves a little from the searing updraught of heat. +

    +

    + The distance was further than it had appeared from above. It took more than an hour of slow progress to get down to the level of the fissure. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + It was no natural cavern, they soon discovered. Two ancient pillars marked an entrance, or an exit. Once inside, the four of them walked until they were + far enough from the direct heat to begin to cool a little. Corriwen heard the splash of water and followed the sound until she found a small pool. +

    +

    + All four of them got down on their knees and drank until they could drink no more. Kerry ducked his head right under until he needed to breathe and came up + spluttering. +

    +

    + "I never tasted water as good as that in my whole life," he declared. "Even in Rionna's world." +

    +

    + He was getting to his feet, when a voice boomed out without warning: +

    +

    + "Who dares trespass?" +

    +

    + Kerry got such a fright, he jerked back, missed his footing and fell on his backside in the middle of the pool. +

    +
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    +

    26

    +

    + Jack could hear it breathing, rough and ragged as old leaking bellows, and wondered why none of them had noticed it before. A shape loomed some distance + ahead of them. +

    +

    + "Answer!" +

    + +

    + "We're just passing through," Kerry said nervously. +

    +

    + "None traverse this low road." The voice echoed from wall to wall. "Save those who answer true." +

    +

    + Jack edged forward. Corriwen was at his side. Rionna held the staff up. It gave off a faint blue illumination, just enough to make out the shape in front + of them twice as tall as a man, but squat and rough, as though it might have been made of stone itself. Two great horns twisted over its hooded eyes. +

    +

    + "Who are you?" Jack asked. He stood at the edge of what seemed like another pit which yawned between them and the massive presence. +

    +

    + "I am the Crom Cruach. It is my doom to guard the low road. I judge who passes by, and who stays." +

    +

    + "We can't stay," Kerry piped up, shaking water from his boot. "We're on a mission." +

    +

    + "You are at the end of your journey, or the beginning. Answer me thrice and you may pass. Fail and you remain forever with the lost." +

    +

    + With that, a grinding rumble filled the air. They all turned in alarm. +

    +

    + The two pillars at the mouth of the cavern moved slowly towards each other. Jack saw they were not pillars, but the edges of two massive doors. +

    +

    + "Wait!" +

    +

    + "I wait for no mortal." +

    +

    + "But you haven't asked the questions." +

    +

    + "Ah, the impetuosity of man. I had….forgotten the haste of mortals." +

    +

    + The creature bent forward and now that his eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, Jack saw that it was not squatting as he had thought, but sitting hard + against the cave wall. Both of its colossal arms were manacled to three heavy chains. Its moss-covered legs were pinioned to the rock floor by bands of + stone. Whatever the Crom Cruach was, it was a prisoner here. +

    +

    + "Answer me three riddles, and you may pass. Fail one and your journey ends here." +

    +

    + "Go for it, Jack," Kerry urged. "You're the brains." +

    +

    + A long silence followed, broken only by the ragged breathing of the Crom Cruach. Its head sunk to its chest, as if the horns were too heavy to + carry. Then it spoke: +

    +

    + "I always run, though lie abed. +

    +

    + My mouth is furthest from my head +

    +

    + The only time you see me still +

    +

    + Is in the grip of winter chill." +

    +

    + As soon as the verse ended, the grinding sound started again behind them. Inch by inch, the doors began to crawl towards each other. The grinding sound was + like a clock ticking off the seconds. He closed his eyes, repeating the rhyme to himself over and over again. The heartstone pulsed warm in his grip. +

    +

    + When he opened his eyes, Kerry was looking at him with urgent expectancy. +

    +

    + Jack smiled confidently. "You're a river. Always flowing. Under ice in winter. And the river mouth is at the sea, far from the headwaters." +

    +

    + The grinding of the doors stopped. Kerry wiped sweat from his forehead. +

    +

    + The creature flexed huge muscles and heaved on the chain. They all looked and saw, rising up from the depths, a single black pillar a yard wide. It reached + the height of the rim and stopped. +

    +

    + "It's a stepping stone," Corriwen said. +

    +

    + "Only one," Kerry observed. "We need more than that." +

    +

    + "We all have to think," Jack said, "and think hard. Don't just leave it up to me, because I could be wrong. And if I am, then we'll be stuck here. We have + to get them right, every one, because that door will close anyway." +

    +

    + The guardian leant back against the wall, lowered its great head yet again. Its voice boomed out once more: +

    +

    + In poor man's green and drab I flee +

    +

    + To travel wide the distant sea +

    +

    + And after many season turns +

    +

    + In silver mail a king returns. +

    +

    + The doors began to grind together. Jack gripped the heartstone, willing images to come. All he could see was Kerry, lying on his front beside the stream + waiting for a fish to swim close. Nothing else would come. He tried to concentrate, read something into the mental picture. +

    +

    + Behind them the doors rumbled. Corriwen put an encouraging hand on his shoulder, but despite it, Jack could find no solution. +

    +

    + "Easy peasy," Kerry snorted. "Even I know that one." +

    +

    + "Well, be quick," Corriwen ordered. +

    +

    + "I'm a fisherman, and you're a salmon, aren't you? You start out a little green parr and go off to sea, and come back a big silver king of the river and + just ready for the pot." +

    +

    + The doors halted again. The guardian began to haul on the second chain and inch by inch, the second pillar rose up from the darkness and locked into place. + Between them, the darkness seemed to descend forever. +

    +

    + Kerry punched the air, grinning from ear to ear. Rionna grabbed his hand and held it tight. +

    +

    + "Not such a darn fool after all, eh?" +

    +

    + Jack checked the doors. They were a mere yard apart. This time they would meet each other and close the cave-mouth completely. Now everything depended on + the final question. +

    +

    + It came before he was ready for it. +

    +

    + If you give me, give me free +

    +

    + Yet in giving, still keep me +

    +

    + Trade me not for fame or token +

    +

    + Be unworthy if I'm broken. +

    + +

    + "Jeez," Kerry breathed. "That's a tough one." +

    +

    + Jack pressed the heartstone to his forehead eyes closed in concentration. The seconds ticked away.; +

    +

    + "Come on, Jack," Kerry whispered. "You can do it." +

    +

    + The only image that came was of Corriwen high in the cage of Wolfen Castle in Eirinn, when she had stood up for the boy who was her fellow captive. But + what that meant, he couldn't imagine. Nothing else would come. +

    +

    + Behind them, the doors crashed together. This was it. They were trapped. And Jack could not think of the answer to this riddle. +

    +

    + Corriwen touched him on the shoulder. +

    +

    + "I learned at my father's knee," she said. "For he and my brother were men of honour and taught me well." +

    +

    + "Taught you what?" Kerry asked. +

    +

    + "That to be a Redthorn is to be always true. True to your heart and true to your word." +

    +

    + She turned to the creature on the far side of the chasm. +

    +

    + "You are a promise," she called in a clear voice. "A promise freely given and always kept. A promise never to be broken. +

    +

    + For a long moment, the only sound was the rumbling breath in the shadows. Then they saw the great arms reach again and the chain groaned under tension, + link by link. A third pillar rose up from the depth of the pit. +

    +

    + "What a babe!" Kerry grinned from ear to ear. He got one arm around Corriwen's neck and hugged her tight. +

    +

    + "No time for that," Jack told him. They couldn't go back. They had only one choice. "Come on!" +

    +

    + Without a pause, he leaped onto the first pillar, trusting his own speed and balance, and made it to the far side of the chasm. Corriwen followed, light as + a cat. Kerry took Rionna's hand and together they used the pillars as stepping stones. +

    +

    + The horned creature sat still, breathing raggedly. Up close, they could see it had a broad and bestial face. Its hands were huge and horny, but its great + feet bore cloven hooves. There was a gap between it and the wall, leading to a narrow passage. It was the only way past. +

    +

    + "May we pass?" Jack thought he'd better ask. +

    +

    + "You answered," it rumbled. +

    +

    + "Where does this lead to?" +

    +

    + "Your doom, child. Doom for every mortal." It sounded as old as time and very, very weary. +

    +

    + They began to skirt past it, wary of those powerful hands that might reach out and smash them flat. But it didn't even move. Behind them, the three pillars + slowly sunk down out of sight and the chains rattled up again. +

    +

    + Kerry led the way to the passage, but Rionna paused beside the guardian. Two red eyes regarded her from a hideously wrinkled face. +

    +

    + "You are trapped here. How long?" +

    +

    + "So long, I have no memory of it." +

    +

    + "Can't you break free?" +

    +

    + "If I could, I would. I long for movement." +

    +

    + She turned to Jack. "No creature should be chained." +

    +

    + Jack looked at the clamps that pinned its legs to the floor. They were old and eroded, but still solid. +

    +

    + "If I help you, would you help us?" +

    +

    + "Help you? How?" +

    +

    + "We face another trial. Do you know what it is?" He drew the great sword. Before the thing could reply, Jack brought the blade down on the centre of the + clamps. Sparks flew and the old stone broke into pieces. +

    +

    + The creature let out a long slow sigh. Its hooves scraped on the stone. +

    +

    + "So good! So good to move." It swung its head towards him. "Hear me now. Two brothers guard two doors. One door leads to burning fire. The other lets you + pass. You may ask one question." +

    +

    + "What question?" +

    +

    + "You decide. But be warned. One tells only the truth. The other only lies." +

    +

    + "Brilliant," Jack muttered under his breath. +

    +

    + "And another thing. Find the means to pay your way, or sleep forever." +

    +

    + "That's it?" +

    +

    + "I can say no more." +

    +

    + It stretched its legs out and brought them up again. Its eyes rolled beneath the twisted horns. It sighed again. "So good to move." +

    +

    + Jack and Rionna turned away and left the old monster to what pleasure it could find. +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + The brothers were not at all what Jack expected. As the path descended further into the old rock, he explained to the others what the guardian had said. +

    +

    + "We have to think carefully. We only get one chance at this." +

    +

    + "Doesn't sound very fair to me," Kerry grumbled. +

    +

    + "This is not a place of fairness," Rionna said. "We are beyond the good in the under-place." +

    +

    + "Well, the big horny guy at least did us a favour. That has to count for something." +

    +

    + An hour later, they came to a dead end. Two stone doors stood facing each other. On each was carved an identical face, both covered in lichens and cobwebs. + As they approached, two pairs of stone eyes slowly opened and regarded them coldly. +

    +

    + "One lies," Jack said. "The other tells only the truth." +

    +

    + "So how do we work out the safe door?" +

    +

    + "We ask the right question." +

    +

    + "But they will both give the same answer," Corriwen protested. "If you ask which way is safe, each will claim that it is their door." +

    +

    + "That's the test," Jack said, gloomily. He had been thinking about this as they walked, and had so far failed to come up with an answer. "It's just another + riddle." +

    +

    + "One lies and the other speaks true," Rionna said, almost whispering. "But that is their weakness too." +

    +

    + "How so?" +

    +

    + "Each knows what the other will say, whether true or false. And therefore each will give the same answer to only one question. And that answer will be + wrong. +

    +

    + She planted Megrin's staff down between her toes and faced the left-hand door. When she spoke, her voice was clear and sure. +

    +

    + "If I ask your brother which door leads to fire, what would he say?" +

    +

    + The stone eyes looked at her. The features began to twist and writhe with a rough, grinding sound. The mouth opened slowly and a gravelly voice replied. +

    +

    + "He would say my door way leads there-to." +

    +

    + "Then we choose your door too," Rionna said before anyone could stop her. Kerry's breath drew in sharply. +

    +

    + For a long moment there was silence, then, a puff of dust trickled out from a crack in the wall which gradually widened as they watched. +

    +

    + The door opened and a chilling blast of air almost took their breath away. +

    +

    + "No flames," Kerry said, letting his breath out slowly. "But I still don't get it. How did you know?" +

    +

    + "The answer would be the same," Rionna said. "No matter which brother you ask. The liar will lie, but the answer would still be the same." +

    +

    + "It's going to take me forever to work that one out," Kerry admitted. +

    +

    + Together they walked through the portal. It swung shut behind them with a heavy, final thud. +

    +

    + And they found themselves standing on the bank of a bleak, dark river. +

    +
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    27

    + +

    + In front of them, fathomless water flowed fast. How wide this river was, they couldn't tell. They huddled on a narrow embankment facing the water, the only + small piece of flat ground with their backs pressed against the cliff. +

    +

    + "So where do we go from here?" Kerry turned to face the wall. The door had closed seamlessly. There was no line or crack to show that it had ever opened. +

    +

    + Jack edged towards the flow full of doubt again. They were trapped once more, unless they chanced the fast current and that was impossible. Kerry couldn't + swim. He didn't know about Rionna, and even so, the current was too strong. +

    +

    + A movement below the surface caught his eye. Corriwen got to her knees and peered down. Jack saw her shoulders stiffen and she backed away. They all looked + into the depths and saw pallid faces swaying slowly in the current. +

    +

    + They were crowded together, row upon row. Their eyes were closed and long hair and ragged clothing waved like river weed. +

    +

    + "I don't know," Jack sighed wearily. The prospect of swimming the dark river was scary enough, but the idea of getting into the water with those multitudes + of senseless pale things, well, that didn't bear thinking about. +

    +

    + "Wait," Rionna said. "Something comes. I hear it." +

    +

    + Jack strained to listen. The river murmured as it rippled past, like muffled voices. He cupped a hand to his ear. +

    +

    + Then he heard a different noise, something he thought he recognised. It was the faint sound of water lapping against a surface. It was just the kind of + sound he'd heard at the harbour back home when a breeze drove waves against moored boats. +

    +

    + Now he peered out and a shape began to materialise, approaching through the low mist. +

    +

    + For an instant, he thought it was a man walking on water, tall and thin. The figure glided slowly and steadily. They watched apprehensively as it came + closer. +

    +

    + "It's a woman," Corriwen whispered. +

    +

    + And it was. She stood very straight, floating serenely through the fog, as pallid as the things under the water. Her hair was white, skin like marble and + lips deathly pale. Her fingers were long, almost fleshless. Her eyes had no colour at all as they gazed down at them expressionlessly. +

    +

    + As she came nearer, Jack saw that she stood in the stern of a flat boat. In her hands she held a long paddle as a rudder. The boat arrowed across the + river, against the current, though it had neither oars nor sail. +

    +

    + Jack took a brave step forward. +

    +

    + "Can you take us across the river?" +

    +

    + She turned her eyes on him, seeming to look through him. Jack wasn't sure if she'd heard him. Up close, she appeared insubstantial, as if she was made from + the fog itself. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper. +

    +

    + "Pay the passage. None cross without payment. Those who stay sleep forever in the depths." +

    +

    + Jack recalled what the horned guardian had said in the cavern. Find the means to pay your way, or sleep forever. +

    + +

    + "I can pay," he said, delving into the pocket. He drew out a gold coin that Rune the Cluricaun had given him in Eirinn. The five stars of the Corona + constellation gleamed on its polished surface, the sign of the Sky Queen. +

    +

    + She bent over him, empty eyes fixed on the coin. +

    +

    + "Her coin has no value here," she whispered, her voice hollow. "And one would not pay passage for four." +

    +

    + "You could give us children's rates," Kerry said. "How about half-fare?" +

    +

    + The ferrywoman closed her eyes and the boat moved away from the bank. +

    +

    + "Wait," Corriwen cried. "I have coin!" +

    +

    + She slung her pack from her shoulder delved inside and drew out a leather purse. +

    +

    + "When we escaped Dermott's men, we took weapons and horses…and their money." +

    +

    + She rummaged, feeling with her fingers then drew them out. "We spent some on bread. But maybe there is enough." +

    +

    + Four small coins lay on her palm. They were chipped and worn with age, but they were silver, which was plain to see. Jack hoped the woman would accept the + money. +

    +

    + The ferrywoman held out a slender hand. Corriwen dropped the coins into it. They made no sound at all. Her fingers closed and when they opened again, the + four coins had vanished. +

    +

    + "Passage paid," the woman whispered. "Embark." +

    +

    + They filed aboard. Almost immediately, the boat turned away and they were cutting across the current. The little bank behind them faded into the mist. + Under the surface of the water, the ghostly beings swayed dreamily. Kerry couldn't draw his eyes away from them and his knuckles were white on the gunwale. +

    +

    + Jack couldn't tell how far they travelled in silence, huddled together for warmth and comfort. At some point, he knew he must have dozed, for he started + awake when the low prow nudged a shallow bank. He was stiff and weary. +

    +

    + They had reached the far side of the river. He helped Corriwen and Rionna out onto the bank. Kerry followed with their packs and dumped them at their feet. + He turned and saw the boat and the ferrywoman already turning from the bank. +

    +

    + "Creepy old lady," Kerry said. +

    +

    + Overhead, the sky was now an unearthly red and the landscape brown and parched. It stretched into the far distance. As far as Jack could see, nothing + living grew here. +

    +

    + They stood together, looking at miles of scorched earth, littered with craters and bare rocks which jutted up like stumps of old teeth. +

    +

    + "Any idea where we are?" Kerry asked, not expecting an answer. +

    +

    + Jack scanned the barren lands and all he saw was desolation. He wondered if his father had made the journey to this awful place before them. +

    +

    + Could he have survived here for so long? +

    +

    + As soon as that thought struck him, Jack wondered in the four of them could survive here at all. They had made it thus far, survived everything that the + nightshades and Bodron's spellbinding could throw at them. Yet this lifeless place looked as if it could swallow them up and leave no trace. He closed his + eyes, weary and beset by doubt. Kerry and Corriwen would look to him for guidance and he could think of nothing except finding a way home, if there was a way home. +

    +

    + Corriwen touched him on the shoulder and he turned to her. +

    +

    + "I can see something up ahead," she said, pointing. Jack stood close to follow her direction. Far out, where the seared land met the red sky, there was a + faint smudge of darkness. It could have been a hill, or a storm or a cloud, but there was nothing to gauge distance by. +

    +

    + Kerry bent down to open his pack. He pulled out his water canteen and took a sip, then passed it around and they all drank gratefully. +

    +

    + He began to lay out his weapons: the short sword, the old sling the Major had given him, and the bolas with its three weights that Connor had shown him how + to use. Corriwen sat beside him and stropped her blades on her leather belt. +

    +

    + "I think we've run out of luck," Kerry said flatly. "The Book said there was no way home." +

    +

    + Corriwen interjected: "Maybe it's wrong this time." +

    +

    + "Maybe your father was here," Kerry said softly. "And maybe he just didn't ….." +

    +

    + Kerry didn't say the word, but everybody knew what he meant. +

    +

    + The heartstone pulsed very gently. Jack's fingers closed around it and its slow beat somehow ignited a spark of hope within him. The Journeyman's stone + still had some power here, maybe something to tell him. Jack suddenly thought that if he truly believed his father was dead, then this had all been for + nothing, all the dangers and all the fear. He did not want to think he had led his friends through all that for no reason. +

    +

    + And he did not really want to consider the possibility that after battling through Temair and Eirinn and now Uaine, that there hadn't been a real purpose + in all their travels. +

    +

    + Hadn't the Sky Queen had spoken to him on Tara Hill? She had told him to find the gateway into summer and he had done so, to find himself in Uaine. +

    +

    + Everything they had done, every turn, every battle, had led them here. +

    +

    + There are no coincidences, he told himself. No coincidences. +

    +

    + There must be a purpose, he told himself. If his father had found his way to this dreadful place, then Jack Flint would find him. And then, no + matter what it took, he would help his friends find a way to get home. +

    +

    + Jack took out the Book of Ways and laid it on a dry flat stone. They watched as it opened its pages and flicked through almost to the very end. Jack + thought for a second it would just snap shut, but it stopped at the final page. +

    +

    + An omen, he thought. We are near the end. +

    +

    + When the words finally appeared, they were red as the sky, red as blood. +

    +

    + For Journeyman the End of Ways +

    +

    + To stand at brink of the End of Days +

    +

    + The foulest foe lies here await +

    +

    + And traveller meets final fate +

    +

    + In darkest place, whence none return +

    +

    + Yet one is four and four is one +

    +

    + Light and life may still be won +

    +

    + Heart and soul may ever quail +

    +

    + Four as one may yet prevail +

    +

    + Prepare to meet the evil bane +

    +

    + That dwells on terror, fear and pain +

    +

    + Hold hard to faith in mortal fight +

    +

    + As dark prepares to smother light +

    +

    + And plunge all worlds to deepest night. +

    +

    + "Well, there's no mistaking that," Kerry said, running a finger up his sword-blade. "And I get the four-is-one bit. One for all and each for everybody + else, right?" +

    +

    + "It's ever thus," Corriwen solemnly agreed. +

    +

    + "At least it says there's a chance," Jack said. That flicker of hope flared brighter. "Light and life may still be won." +

    +

    + "Except for the evil bane part," Kerry said. He looked at the short-sword. "I wish we had something better. Like a tommy-gun or a tank. Or one of those + apache heli-choppers from the movies." +

    +

    + Rionna and Corriwen looked at him blankly. Jack forced a wry grin. He patted the hilt of the broadsword. +

    +

    + "We'll have to make do with what we've got," he said. "Come on, let's go." +

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    + A desert wind scoured them with millions of sharp grains and dust-devils spun towards them in squadrons of small tornadoes, ripping at their skin, + shrieking like demons as they passed. Jack led them on, trudging mile after mile until they reached a tall rock outcrop. +

    +

    + Corriwen walked round the rock. It was taller than they were, and worn from years of wind-blown sand. On its lee side, old lichens formed a thin dry skin. +

    +

    + "This looks like a statue," she observed. +

    +

    + It did look like an old statue. Like a kneeling man, head bowed. But it was so worn there were no features, just a vague shape. +

    +

    + "It's just shape cut by the wind," Jack said. "It'll wear it away to nothing eventually." +

    +

    + A few hundred yards further, another stone stood out on the sand. +

    +

    + "That's definitely a statue," Kerry said, pointing up at it. "Look, you can make out the eyes and nose." +

    +

    + It towered over them, broad and solid. It was clearly the carved figure of a man, standing with feet apart and arms by his sides. His face was tilted + upwards and the mouth opened in an eternal, silent cry. +

    +

    + "Who'd put statues out here?" Kerry asked. "That guy looks as if he's been blasted between the eyes." +

    +

    + It was worn and cracked, corroded by the wind, but unmistakeably a human. The figure looked as if he was in perpetual agony. Jack was glad when it was + behind them and they walked wards, guided by the steady beat of the heartstone. The further they walked, the stronger came a smell of burning and hot + stone, and with each step, Jack felt a sense of oppression settle heavier on him. +

    +

    + Beyond the sand, the ground became bare rock, riven with cracks. Tremors shuddered under their feet and pieces of stone shaled off to fall in noisy + avalanches. Misshapen creatures clambered in and out of the fissures and gaped hungrily at them, but came no closer. +

    +

    + When they reached another statue, exhausted and footsore. Kerry fetched the canteen and they all drank gratefully. This figure was less eroded than the + last, as if it had been carved more recently. The man was down on one knee, head bowed, resting his weight on a wide-bladed sword. He looked every inch the + warrior. But for the worn stony surface, he looked as if he might wake, get to his feet and do battle. +

    +

    + "Looks like a tough guy," Kerry said. +

    +

    + "He reminds me of my brother," Corriwen said. "He was a fine warrior." +

    +

    + Kerry screwed the lid back on the canteen. "That's the water half-done. We won't get much further." +

    +

    + Jack looked ahead. The dark smudge on the horizon was noticeably closer, but in the hot, dry air, its shape wavered like a mirage and he couldn't tell + whether it was a hill or a distant mountain. As they got closer it began to look ominously like the Black Tomb in Temair where Mandrake raised the Morrigan + and her terrible power from eons of sleep. +

    +

    + Corriwen shaded her eyes and stared at it sombrely, lips compressed. Jack understood how she felt. Neither she nor Kerry nor himself would ever forget the + nightmare time they'd spent within the Morrigan's lair. He put his arm around her shoulder and drew her attention. Corriwen tried to smile, but there was + nothing much to smile about. +

    +

    + Another, final statue stood out like a sentinel. When they reached it, they stopped and looked up at the tall figure. This last one could have been carved + only yesterday. Every detail of the man was etched with such craftsmanship that even the weave of his cloak and tunic were clear to see. He stood with one + hand held high. In the other he grasped a long, jagged spear. +

    +

    + Jack looked at the statue's face, strong and handsome, with a short beard and hair held back by a braided band. Its stone eyes stared ahead blindly. He + looked at the spear and his heart did a double-thump. +

    +

    + Hedda, the Scatha warrior woman of Eirinn had wielded a great spear she called the Gae-bolg, a deadly weapon with great barbs raking forward like + thorns. This was an exact replica. He stepped nearer, marvelling at the similarity. +

    +

    + "It's Hedda's spear," Kerry said. "Exactly the same, even down to the spikes." +

    +

    + "It's an awful weapon," Rionna said. She reached out to touch it and as she did, Megrin's staff flared with electric blue light. Jack felt the heartstone + vibrate and the great sword trembled in his hand. He moved to pull Rionna back, but she turned unexpectedly and his fingers touched the stone hand that + wielded the spear. +

    +

    + The heartstone flashed. A spark leapt between his fingers and the statue's hand. It seared through every nerve of his body. White light exploded behind his + eyes and all sound and vision faded. +

    +

    + Jack staggered backwards, buckling at the knees. Kerry caught him before he fell. +

    +

    + "Jeez, Jack, what happened?" +

    +

    + The ground shuddered. Out on the plain, thin cracks opened in crazy zig-zags. In the far distance, thunder rolled across the sky and lightning forked + upwards. +

    +

    + As Jack's vision began to clear, Kerry was yelling something in his ear. For a few moments he didn't know where he was. The heartstone was vibrating, + thrumming hard. The great sword felt as if it was trying to leap out of the scabbard. +

    +

    + A harsh crack, like a gunshot, rang out and Corriwen let out a cry. Jack felt Kerry haul him backwards. +

    +

    + "It's going to fall," he bawled, pointing at the statue. +

    +

    + Another crack rent the air, and another, and then a whole fusillade of them. +

    +

    + "Watch out!" Corriwen grabbed the back of his tunic and she and Kerry dragged Jack back. +

    +

    + "What's happening?" +

    +

    + There was a pop in his ears and sound came back with great clarity. +

    +

    + And then the statue moved. +

    + +

    + The raised arm flexed. Pieces of stone broke off. The mouth opened in a snarl. The spear swung forward. Shards flew off in all directions. +

    +

    + The man-shape took a step forward. It swayed and shook its head. Then the grey stone began to change colour in a terrifying transformation. +

    +

    + Jack saw the weave of the cloak fold and sway, turning from solid stone to a green fabric. The grey hand opened and closed and became flesh-coloured. +

    +

    + "It's alive," Rionna cried. The blue light was flickering up and down the length of Megrin's staff. At the sound of her voice, the living statue + turned towards her. Its beard was now jet black and the hair dark and streaked with grey. But the eyes, though they were wide open, remained the colour of + polished stone. +

    +

    + The statue let out a low cry and swung the spear towards them. Jack swept Rionna out of the path of the savage point. +

    +

    + The figure spun again, stabbing blindly and the spear-point slashed through the hood of Kerry's tunic as if it were paper. Kerry yelped, dodged away, fell + over his back-pack and sprawled on the stony ground. +

    +

    + Jack dashed forward and slammed the spear down with the sword. Another jolt of power sizzled up the blade and into his arm with such a shock he almost + dropped it. The blind fighter stalled. Kerry found his feet, the bolas in his hand, the three stones whirling on their strings. He threw it and the weights + wrapped the strings round their opponent's legs. +

    +

    + The moving statue bellowed again, a great cry echoing over the barren plain, as it tried to take a step and fell headlong with an almighty crash. But still + it managed to kick out, almost catching Corriwen on the side of the head, and quickly freed its legs from the entanglement. It was back on its feet in a + flash. +

    +

    + "To hell with this," Kerry bawled. "It can't even see us." +

    +

    + With that, he bent scooped up a stone, slotted it into his sling and let fly. The rock caught the man on the back of the head. He went down on one knee, + shook his head violently. Jack saw two small objects spin away. +

    +

    + The statue turned and when he did, his eyes were open and they were piercing blue. The eyes found his and locked on. A line of blood trickled down the + man's cheek. +

    +

    + "Who are you?" he asked, in a Scottish accent almost exactly like the Major's. "And what in all the worlds are you doing with my sword?" +

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    + "What do you mean your sword?" Kerry had another rock in the sling, ready to launch. +

    +

    + "It's my sword," Jack asserted. The mysterious shock of power still tingled up and down his arm. The warrior was tall and broad-shouldered, arms + taut with muscle, and scarred from many a fight. There was something strangely familiar about him. +

    +

    + The man's blue eyes held him fast. +

    +

    + "You stole it, lad. How you did it and how you came to be in this place, I don't know. But I'll have it back now." +

    +

    + "Yeah, right," Kerry sneered. "It's four to one, and we've beaten worse than you. Many a time." +

    +

    + "I must be dreaming this," the big man said. "Illusions, it has to be." +

    +

    + His free hand went to his forehead and he swayed a little. "You're imps. Changelings." +

    +

    + "We're not," Jack countered. Corriwen had moved to the side in a flanking motion. Kerry's sword was at the ready. "We're real. But I'm not sure you are." +

    +

    + "Your speech is familiar. Where are you from and how did you get here?" +

    +

    + "We're from very far away," Kerry butted in. "And we're on a mission. So just let us pass and we'll be on our way." +

    +

    + The man's eyes flicked from Kerry to Corriwen and back to Jack. +

    +

    + "That is my sword. There's only one other like it." +

    +

    + "We know that," Corriwen said. "The other one's mine." +

    +

    + The man kept staring, measuring Jack with his eyes. Then he saw the amberhorn bow slung on Jack's shoulder. +

    +

    + "And where did you get that bow? It's not the work of anyone in Uaine." +

    +

    + He looked at Rionna. "And you, girl. I've seen that staff before. It belongs to a friend of mine. How did you come by it?" +

    +

    + Jack held a hand up, playing for time. Sudden, unexpected emotions were churning inside him. "Hold on. One minute ago you were a statue and now you're asking all the questions." +

    +

    + The man froze. His blue eyes were fixed below Jack's chin. The spear-point was suddenly at Jack's throat where his tunic opened. Jack hadn't even seen it + move. +

    +

    + The man's face was slack with shock or surprise. He looked as if he'd been kicked, +

    +

    + "The stone. On the chain. How did you come by it?" +

    +

    + He jabbed the spear and Jack could feel the sharp point digging into his skin. +

    +

    + "Just who are you? What are you?" +

    +

    + "My name is Jack Flint." +

    +

    + "And he's the Journeyman," Kerry added. "Appointed by the Sky Queen to fight her battles, so just you watch out." +

    +

    + The spear dropped to the ground. The man let out a groan and sank to his knees as if all the strength had drained from him. Now his face was a picture of + anguish. +

    +

    + "Jack….Jack…" +

    +

    + Tears sprung to his blue eyes and spilled freely spilled down the man's cheeks. In that moment Jack knew. His heart felt as if it was about to + burst. +

    +

    + "Oh…oh my…how many years?" +

    +

    + "He's fifteen," Kerry piped up. "Same as me." +

    +

    + "Fifteen years…Jack…" The man's voice choked. "You don't know me. Couldn't know me." +

    +

    + Corriwen and Kerry gaped in astonishment as realisation dawned on them. Their eyes turned to Jack and they saw his eyes sparkle, his expression rapt. +

    +

    + "I think I do," Jack whispered. +

    +

    + "I am Jonathan Cullian Flint. I put that heartstone around your neck and carried you through the Homeward Gate to safety. It seems only like yesterday." +

    +

    + He closed his eyes. "Fifteen years! Fifteen lost years." +

    +

    + Jack's tears streamed down his own cheeks. Jonathan Cullian Flint reached out to him and Jack walked into his father's tight embrace. +

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    + Jack could hardly believe that he had found his father. He still hadn't quite taken in the fact that the statue on the red plain had begun to move, begun + to fight and become human. Not just any human, the man he had dreamt of finding for so long. It was all just too much to take in. +

    +

    + As Jonathan Flint led them to a rocky crevasse, Jack couldn't keep his eyes off the man he barely knew, but had only dreamt about. Now he was confused and + uncertain of what to say, what to ask. +

    +

    + A thousand questions crowded his mind. Where had he been? Why had he abandoned him in the ring of standing stones as a baby? What had happened to his + mother? +

    +

    + As they climbed down into the fissure. Jonathan Flint moved stiffly, as if he hadn't used muscles in a long time. Jack took in his tall frame, the scars on + his strong arms and the dark hair which fell over the brow, so like his own. +

    +

    + He had always tried to picture his father, but the image was never distinct. He had no memory of his face, just a hazy recollection of strength and + protection. He had never imagined him as a cloaked and armed warrior. +

    +

    + By the time they reached the shelter, the shock and emotion overwhelmed Jack and he sank down, utterly exhausted. His father leant back against the rock + and closed his eyes for a moment. Corriwen, Kerry and Rionna stood uncertainly close by, not wishing to intrude, but after a moment Jonathan Flint opened + his eyes again. He took Jack's hand in his, cupping it tightly as if to re-assure himself that the hand was real, then beckoned the others forward and + asked their names. +

    +

    + "Corriwen Redthorn, Kerrigan Malone, Rionna Willow. I don't know you, not yet, but I can see you are friends of my son, and my guess is you've followed a + hard road at his side. For that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart." +

    +

    + He squeezed Jack's hand again, motioning the others to sit, turned to his son and said: "Forgive me for losing your childhood." +

    +

    + Jack tried to speak, but his father held up his free hand to hush him. +

    +

    + "But it was a desperate time," Jack's father said. "A truly desperate time, and I wanted you to live, no matter the cost." +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + It was supposed to be a peaceful time, + Jonathan Flint began. All the worlds were in harmony. At least for a while. +

    + +

    + + We came to Uaine because of all the worlds of men, it was the most beautiful. The Copperplate binding spell had brought lasting harmony for + generations. We made a home where we could watch the sunrise and sunset and hear the waves on the shore. As beautiful a place as ever there was. + +

    + +

    + + Just after you were born, Jack, Bodron gathered the Copperplates, Uaine's talismans. He brought the spells together and found ways to change them, + hoping to gain the secrets of their power. Yet power can be used for good or evil, and the greater the power, the greater the evil. + +

    + +

    + + Bodron corrupted the great spells and he summoned up a Shadowlord. Perhaps he thought his summoning would give him power over it and he could make it + his creature. But Bodron was wrong. The Shadowlord had the greater power, Bodron became its puppet, spreading fear and nightmare across this world. + +

    + +

    + + That was when the Geasan summoned me to ask for my help. But when I was at their council, the nightshades came in their hordes and I discovered the + Shadowlord's true purpose. It wanted the heartstone keys, and sent its nightshades to search for them. + +

    + +

    + When I returned home your mother was gone, taken by the Shadowlord's minions. +

    + +

    + But despite the peril she found herself in, alone with her baby, she had kept you safe. She hid you in a secret place beyond nightshades' reach. +

    + +

    + + It was then that I knew I had to get you, and the heartstone, to safety, because my next quest was to find your mother. If the Shadowlord had her, then + it also had the white heartstone, the twin of the one you wear on your neck. With both, its power would be vast, and irresistible and I could not risk + that. + +

    + +

    + + They pursued us all the way to the Homeward Gate, and only luck and the Sky Queen's protection got me to Cromwath Blackwood. I put the heart around + your neck because I knew it would be safe with the Major, at least for a while. + +

    + +

    + I promised you I would come back for you. It was the only promise I ever made that I never kept. +

    + +

    + But I promise you this. If she is still alive, I will find your mother and bring her out of this evil place. +

    + +

    + *** +

    +

    + For a long time there was silence while Jack took in his father's story. Back in her wildwood, Megrin had mentioned his mother. Since the major could tell + him nothing of her, Jack had assumed she had died when he was born. +

    +

    + Now he had found his father and discovered that he had a mother who might still be alive. It was almost too much to take in at the one time. +

    +

    + Kerry, Corriwen and Rionna had listened eagerly to the tale. Later, when they had fallen into exhausted asleep, huddled together in the crevice, Jonathan + Flint drew Jack closer to share his warmth. +

    +

    + "The Major never told me anything," Jack finally said. "He said I had to wait until I was older." +

    +

    + "That's as it should be," Jonathan Flint agreed. "The secrets of the worlds and the gateways must be guarded at all costs. I discovered them by accident + when I was just a boy of your age. My friend Tom Lynn and I explored Cromwath Blackwood and found the ring of stones. Tom stepped through and vanished. I + searched for him for a long time in some very strange places." +

    +

    + "So that story is real? Tom Lynn came back ten years later, and he hadn't aged a day. But his mind was gone, so people say." +

    +

    + "There are some terrible places beyond the gates. Places where madness and terror hold sway. I have been to some. I was luckier, because in all my travels, + I was being led towards the heartstone and the Book of Ways which allowed me to find my way back to the Homeward Gate, and I also learned that the + Heartstone and the Book were created in the dawn of time to let the journeyman open the ways to all the worlds. +

    +

    + "This I learned from the Great Dagda after I helped him save Eirinn from the Morrigan's sea-ogres. That was when I met your mother, the Lady Lauralen. She + is the daughter of the Dagda and the Sky Queen, and she loved me enough to stay by my side in the mortal worlds." +

    +

    + "That's why the lady said it," Jack said, remembering the magical meeting with the Sky Queen on Tara Hill. "Heart of my heart, she told me." +

    +

    + "That's because you are. Blood of her blood. And she has been guiding you. She is all that is good, in the constant fight against all that is evil." +

    +

    + Jack told his father everything of his childhood in the Major's old house and his long friendship with Kerry Malone, days at school and fishing with Kerry + in the streams. He told of that Halloween night when the moving darkness had engulfed the Major's house and how the old man had kept it at bay while they + escaped down the stairs to the secret passageway and found themselves hunted through Cromwath Blackwood. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint listened intently as Jack recounted their adventures with Corriwen in Temair and their battles with Dermott and his Spellbinder Fainn in + Eirinn, and then Kerry and Corriwen's decision to follow him on his final quest. +

    +

    + He smiled proudly as his son recounted the meeting with Megrin and their journey to Bodron's keep, finding Rionna, and the nightmare time in the Keep + before the great fight with the Monster that Bodron had become. +

    +

    + "It was the Book that saved us," Jack said. "It swallowed the Copperplates. We fought Bodron, all four of us, and Megrin too. Then everything went crazy + and we slid into the pit and here we are." +

    +

    + Jack paused, thinking for a moment. Then he took the heartstone from his neck, drew out the great sword and offered both to his father. +

    +

    + "These belong to the Journeyman," he said. "You take them." +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint was choked with emotion. +

    +

    + "No, Jack. My time is done. I have been in these Shadowlands too long. You have earned the sword and the name. +

    +

    + "The Great Dark Lord, the master of all Shadowlords, reigns supreme here and I have fought him many times in all his guises. The last I remember, he showed + me his true shape and turned his eyes on me and I felt my blood turn to stone. "Since then, nothing. Until something unfroze me and I could move again." +

    +

    + "It was the heartstone," Jack said. "The Journeyman's heart." +

    +

    + "It's your heart, Journeyman." +

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    + The Dark Tower reached into the red sky. The closer they got, the more the heartstone shuddered. With every step, Jack was overwhelmed by a feeling of + oppression. +

    +

    + It stood, bleak as a tombstone. Around it, purple clouds swirled, and from high ledges, bat-winged things swooped and shrieked. +

    +

    + "It is waiting," Jonathan Flint said, "because it knows the heartstone is near." +

    +

    + "Then maybe we should take it as far away from here as we can," Kerry said. +

    +

    + "No," Jack countered. "The Book said we had a chance to defeat it. With staff, book and heart, prevail. We've faced so much we can't give up now." +

    +

    + His father gave him a measuring look, true pride shone in his eyes. "Perhaps not much of a chance," he said. "But a chance all the same. Remember those + petrified heroes, turned to stone by its dead eyes, long ago. As I was. I fought it and beat it back, again and again, and each time it came out to do + battle it was stronger. It has the strength of all the souls it has stolen. "It will use everything it has against us." +

    +

    + When they finally reached the great bastion, standing in its shadow, Jack saw that the walls were not as featureless as they had appeared. Their surface + was intricately carved with thousands of human skulls, row upon row, blindly leering at all who approached. +

    +

    + Kerry stretched out his hand to touch one of the carvings and then jerked back with a cry of alarm as the skull's gaping mouth suddenly snapped shut. +

    +

    + Corriwen's hands were shaking. She clasped Rionna's hand, feeling a powerful sense of dread swell inside her. +

    +

    + "I feel its foulness," she said. "Like death. Like disease." +

    +

    + "There's no way in," Jack said, scanning the walls. +

    +

    + "Good," Kerry muttered. "Whatever's in there should stay there." +

    +

    + "But I must find a way," Jonathan Flint said. He strode towards the wall, and stabbed his long spear into a hanging jaw. The skull rolled out onto the + ground at their feet, jaw opening and closing as if trying to speak. +

    +

    + For a moment nothing moved and then, without warning that part of the wall collapsed in a roar of skull grinding on skull. Jonathan Flint turned fast and + swept them away from an avalanche of bone. +

    +

    + A white dust took several minutes to clear. Corriwen and Rionna kept their arms over their mouths and noses so as not to breathe any of it in. Before them + was a gap that cut through the skull wall. +

    +

    + "I think a way has been opened for us," Jack's father said. He bent down and looked at them all. "I have to go in there, but you should wait here." +

    +

    + Jack shook his head, though his heart was pounding. "No. If you're going, so am I. We've come this far." +

    +

    + Kerry stood with him, shoulder to shoulder m. +

    +

    + "And I go with Jack," he said. "Always have, always will." +

    +

    + "And I too," Corriwen declared. Rionna said nothing. She held tight to Corriwen's hand and nodded silently. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint took in a slow breath, turned, and walked into the fissure that led inside. +

    +

    + Beyond the wall, nothing felt right. Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and shivers ran down his back. Kerry's face was pale he + looked as though he might faint. Corriwen muttered under her breath and Jack knew she was trying to ward off evil with a chant from Temair. This place + reeked of rot and decay. All around them, they could hear a low moaning, the sound of a thousand people in despair, but they walked on. Jonathan Flint led + the way, with the great spear on his shoulder, ready for battle. Kerry had loaded his sling and held the short-sword in one hand. +

    +

    + Four is one... + Jack repeated the words from the Book to himself. And now five. They had to stay together, because whatever waited for them, waited with foul + intent. And it wouldn't wait long. +

    +

    + Jack concentrated his thoughts on his mother, whose face he could not even recall. Please let her be alive, he whispered. His father + clamped a hand on his shoulder. Despite his fear, despite the apprehension that clenched his stomach, that one touch gave him strength. +

    +

    + "You have grown to be the man I always hoped," Jonathan Flint said in a soft voice. "If I don't get the chance later, you should know that now." +

    +

    + Jack nodded, but he was too tense, too scared, to feel anything at all. +

    +

    + The breach in the wall opened into a vast amphitheatre, surrounded by a maze of passages. In the centre of this arena, a dark mound rose like an ancient + tomb. Red light flickered, the only illumination. Rasping whispers invaded Jack's thoughts in words he could not understand. Corriwen clamped her hands to + her ears, to block out the voices, but to no avail. +

    +

    + Jack followed close behind his father, as they worked their way through the maze, with Kerry at his shoulder, keeping Corriwen and Rionna behind them. As + they walked the whispers became a low moaning as if the walls had soaked eons of suffering and pain. +

    +

    + The sound increased with every step and troubling images flickered across Jack's consciousness: images of blood and death; of shadowy things grinning from + corners; of some dark beast hunched and turning to fix him with dreadful eyes. +

    +

    + Kerry shuddered. "I'm getting awful nightmares. I think I'm going mad." +

    +

    + "It is toying with us," Jack's father said. "Wearing us down." +

    +

    + Corriwen clapped her hands to her eyes. "Get out of my mind…get out of me!" +

    +

    + When she took her hands away, her cheeks were streaked with tears. Rionna put her arm around her shoulders. To Kerry, she seemed the least affected, and he + knew it was because she spent her life protecting herself from dark forces. +

    +

    + The black mound hunched in the distance as they walked from the maze into the open. +

    +

    + Without warning, three hooded shapes came at them from nowhere, shrieking like banshees. +

    +

    + Nightshades + . In an instant Jack was back at the Major's house while the living dark flowed through the rooms like a disease. Shadowmasters. +

    +

    + In seconds, the spectres were amongst them. Jack felt their numbing cold as he leapt to the side, instinctively swinging his sword. He glimpsed a wavering + shape that seemed almost insubstantial, and within it, a skeletal face. The hand that reached for him was long and bony. +

    +

    + "Don't let them touch you!" The darkness had touched him when he first fled through the ringstones, a foul contagion that had had to be burned out of his + flesh. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint's spear jabbed, once, twice, fast strikes. The spectre screamed and when Jack's father pulled the spearpoint out, it folded in upon itself, + disintegrating to fluttering scraps. +

    +

    + Kerry and Corriwen were twisting and turning, Kerry hitting where he could and Corriwen trying to strike with a deadly arrow. The spectres were fast, but + the pair were faster, keeping just out of reach. +

    +

    + Corriwen drew Jack's bow and aimed. The arrow caught the spectre in its centre, slowing it down just enough for Kerry to slash down with the short sword. + Purple sparks ran up and down his blade and he cried out in pain. Jonathan Flint stepped in and slammed his spear deep within the writhing figure. He + pinned it to the ground, savagely twisting the weapon until it stopped moving. +

    +

    + The third assailant came screeching at Rionna. She raised Megrin's staff and a jolt of blue light stopped the attack in mid-flight. Jack stepped past her + and lashed out with the great sword. When the blade sliced, he felt a shock run up his arm, followed by an icy sensation of deep cold. He pulled the blade + out and the nightshade imploded with a hiss. +

    +

    + As they stood together, breathing hard, the shrouded figures on the ground crumpled into tatters that swirled around as if stirred by a wind and then + drifted away. +

    +

    + That's just the start, + Jack thought to himself. +

    +

    + His father turned to him. "It was too easy. They were here to hold us up." +

    +

    + Jack nodded. It had been just the start. Before he could say anything, Kerry cocked his head. +

    +

    + "Something's coming." +

    +

    + "I hear it, " Corriwen said. She looked around wildly. Jack heard a faint scratching noise, like insects scuttling in a cellar. They all drew together, + trying vainly to hear where it was coming from. The noise got louder with every second. +

    +

    + Kerry saw it first. Jack though he could see grey shadow sweeping across the tangle of passageways. The heartstone throbbed, even more powerfully than + before. Jonathan Flint raised his arm protectively to push them behind him. +

    +

    + Then Jack saw it was no shadow, but a tide of creatures leaping and clambering along the walls of the maze, like a swarm of rats, but much bigger, and too + fast for rats. +

    +

    + "I don't like this," Kerry muttered, reaching again for his sword. "There's millions of them." +

    +

    + Creatures came streaming like ants from all around, and there was nowhere to run. They were all shapes and sizes. Some with great pale eyes and some with + no eyes at all, or mouths in the middle of thin chests. Some had two legs, some four and some six. Some had scales and others had slimy, oozing skin. But + they all had one purpose and that was to destroy the five people who stood facing them. +

    +

    + Jack drew his sword with one hand. His left clutched the heartstone but as soon as he touched it a clear voice spoke, deep inside his head. +

    +

    + Heart of my heart…soul of my soul. +

    + +

    + The words the Sky Queen had used rang in his mind. His heart thudded. The voice was clear and gentle, like the Sky Queen's, but different. He opened his + fingers and stared at the heartstone. It rippled with light. Vibrant colours spangled under its polished surface. Despite the approaching wave of horrors, + he couldn't draw his eyes away. The light held him. +

    +

    + Corriwen was saying something to him, but barely heard her. The sound of the advancing creatures had faded to the background. Colours flashed in front of + his eyes and in their midst a face began to form. +

    +

    + It was a heart-shaped, slender face with long, spun-gold hair. As majestic as the Sky Queen had been on Tara Hill, but younger. +

    +

    + You returned. My journeyman. + The voice came from deep inside him. +

    +

    + She was beautiful. +

    + +

    + Her eyes were closed, as if she was in deep sleep, but her voice, clear as crystal, tugged at him. A powerful sensation of love swept over him, and in that + moment he knew that this was his mother. +

    +

    + With a great effort, he dragged his attention away from the vision. The repulsive swarm of contorted creatures was still pouring towards them, shrieking + and hissing. Jonathan Flint stalked forward to meet them, spear at the ready. Jack ran after him and grabbed his wrist. +

    +

    + "She called me!" +

    +

    + His father stopped in his tracks. His attention had been fixed on the advancing horde, but he turned to his son. Jack gripped him tight. +

    +

    + "My mother. She called me. I must find her." +

    +

    + Before Jonathan Flint could reply, Jack pressed the great sword into his free hand. +

    +

    + "Stay alive," he begged. "I will find her. For us." +

    +

    + With that he spun on his heel, not waiting to see his father's reaction or risk him holding him back. He hurried towards his friends. Corriwen and Kerry + were staring at the multitude, tense and ready to fight. Rionna watched the three of them, lit by the soft glow from Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + "I have to go," Jack told them. "Watch his back. Don't let them get him, not now." +

    +

    + "You can't leave us now," Kerry protested. "Where are you going?" +

    +

    + "My mother," Jack said. "She is alive." +

    +

    + "How do you know?" Corriwen kept her eyes on the advancing monsters. +

    +

    + Jack raised the heart. "She spoke to me. I saw her." +

    +

    + "Then go," Corriwen said resolutely. "Find her. End your quest." +

    +

    + Kerry agreed. "Yeah, Jack. Don't you worry," he said, with more bravado than certainty. His voice was shaky. "The things under my bed were ten times worse. + We'll maulicate these boogers." +

    +

    + "We stand here," Corriwen said very seriously. "Friends to the end." +

    +

    + Jack hugged them both hard, stepped towards Rionna who had Megrin's staff braced in both hands. +

    +

    + "I need light," he said. Rionna closed her eyes. He heard that faint clear note and the staff suddenly blazed with its blue fire. Rionna offered the staff + to Jack and he took it in his hand and walked towards the squat stone mound in the centre of the amphitheatre, clutching the heartstone in his other hand. +

    +

    + When he touched it, the wall dissolved under his fingers, shrinking from his warmth. +

    +

    + He stepped forward and time seemed to stop. Behind him the cacophony of the approaching creatures slowed to a deep rumble and faded to silence. All Jack + could hear was the beat of his own heart. For a few seconds he was in total darkness, then Megrin's light flared bright, illuminating a small circle around + him. +

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    +

    + There was danger here, and it was all around. Jack could feel it. Foul images of death and destruction came to him again: bloody battlefields, carrion + roaks, mouldering skeletons, all the horrors that had been or might still be to come. +

    +

    + Get out. Get OUT. +

    + +

    + A command inside his head sent him reeling and something cold as death enveloped him in a sensation of dank decay. Another image began to form in his mind. +

    +

    + He saw his father with Kerry and Corriwen at his side as a vast army of monstrosities overwhelmed them, biting and ripping and tearing. +

    +

    + Get out. + The foul voice screamed. There is nothing for you here. Run! Save them! +

    +

    + Jack couldn't tell whether the voice was real or illusion, but he fought against it. He closed his eyes and forced himself to picture his own thoughts: His + friendship with Kerry. The day they saved Corriwen. The touch of his father's hand. The warmth of his mother's heart. It took a great effort of will, but + these clean and pure memories began to overcome the foul invasion and the voice and the horrific images began to fade. +

    +

    + Over and above the cold whisperings, he could hear something else, and it sounded like the beat of another human heart. +

    +

    + Jack held Megrin's staff high. Gauzy shapes moved around him, now silent as moths and barely visible. Jack sensed their baleful hatred, but continued into + the darkness until a glimmer of other light began to glow ahead of him. +

    +

    + The whispering voices died away. Megrin's light grew stronger and Jack felt the atmosphere change. The ground trembled, but he kept his grip on the + heartstone as he edged forward. +

    +

    + In front of him, a silvery light grew in intensity. Tangles of moving darkness surrounded it in coils, but as Jack approached, the glow strengthened. +

    +

    + And then Jack saw her. +

    +

    + His heart leapt into his throat and left him breathless and dizzy. At first he thought it was just a floating illumination, but as he stepped nearer it + began to take form. It was a woman, still as death, wrapped in a cocoon of sparkling light. +

    +

    + She was pale, as if carved from marble. She floated, suspended within the light which played on her delicate features, making her long fair hair gleam. + Both hands were crossed over her chest and at her throat pulsed another heartstone, cut and polished just like the one Jack held, but this one clear as a + diamond and aglow with white light. +

    +

    + Jack felt as if his heart would burst. +

    +

    + Heart of my heart. + The gentle voice spoke within him. Soul of my soul. +

    + +

    + Jack gripped the heartstone. It beat steadily, matching the pulse of the crystal heart. His feet moved of their own accord and brought him closer. +

    +

    + You come at last… +

    + +

    + He heard the words, and felt the joy in them. It matched the joy that swelled inside his own chest. +

    +

    + …to bring me back… +

    + +

    + He bent towards his mother. Silver light tinkled as if the dust in the air were charged with power. He took her hands in his. They were cold as stone and + there was no sign of life. +

    +

    + Some compulsion made him lean further until he was only inches away from her perfect face. +

    +

    + And the two heartstones touched. +

    + +

    + Light blazed so brightly that he felt it sear through every nerve in his body. In that moment Jack was overwhelmed by a flood of images and memories as the + white radiance sizzled through every nerve. +

    +

    + He saw his mother and father walking on a beach towards the rising sun. He saw the dark shadow envelop their home and he watched the final, desperate + battle with the nightshades. He saw his father lift him from a cradle and fight his way out, while a great pit opened, taking his mother into darkness. +

    +

    + He heard the banshee screeches of the things that hunted them through woodland until they reached the stone gate. He felt again the twist as his + father stepped through. He heard him blow on his horn and wrap him tight, with the heartstone and the book of ways secured in the blanket. +

    +

    + The memories streamed through his mind, surging with colour and images, flooding him with knowledge of his mother and father and their lives, and what had + brought them both to this place where all roads ended. +

    +

    + In the brilliant radiance, a soft hand cupped his face. In the brilliant light she now stood before him, tall and slender. Wide blue eyes regarded him and + in them he saw infinite wisdom. Tears coursed down her sculpted cheeks. Her hands slid around his shoulders and brought him into her warmth. +

    +

    + "My baby," she said, through her tears. "My boy. My journeyman." +

    +

    + He moved into her embrace and the two heartstones came together again. Light soared to such an intensity that all darkness fled. All around them, the + prison which had held her all of his life, disintegrated under the force of the heartpower. +

    +

    + They stood together, mother and son, each holding tight to the other, while the Tor surrounding them crumbled to dust and blew away. +

    +

    + Jack's mother closed her eyes. She whispered softly and the blazing light slowly faded and Jack saw they were back in the middle of the amphitheatre. +

    +

    + His father stood tall with the great sword. Kerry, Corriwen and Rionna were behind him. +

    +

    + And the hordes of the obscene, misshapen creatures that had hunched and lurched towards them were still as statues, frozen in a moment of time. +

    +

    + Jack heard a ringing in his ears and sound came back, the growling and chittering of the grotesque army and the scuttle of claws on the ground. +

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    +

    + "It begins," his mother said, barely more than a whisper. "And it ends here." +

    +

    + As if she had called out to him, Jack's father turned towards them. Their eyes met and held. Neither his mother nor father them spoke, but Jack saw the + love and regret in his father's gaze. +

    +

    + He mouthed one word that was swallowed in the noise from the tide of grotesque creatures surging across the arena. +

    +

    + Lauralen. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint looked at his son, and Jack felt that same love encompass him. His father nodded slowly, just once. But in that small gesture he managed to + convey so much. Jack knew his father thanking him for bringing Lauralen Flint back. And he sensed the father and son bond that he had dreamt about since + childhood. For the second time that day Jack's heart felt as if it would burst. +

    +

    + Kerry turned and when he saw the fair haired woman his eyes grew so wide they looked as if they might pop out. +

    +

    + "Wow!" It was all he could manage. +

    +

    + Corriwen just gazed at her as if Jack's mother was an apparition. Jack still wasn't sure she was not. +

    +

    + "The Great Lord of Darkness comes," Lauralen said. +

    +

    + "First we have to fight these beasties," Kerry finally found his tongue. Jack passed the glowing staff back to Rionna. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint swept his gaze around them all. +

    +

    + "We stand here," he said. "I wish it were different. But such is fate." His voice was steady and calm. +

    +

    + "Always for the light," said Lauralen, just as calmly. She showed no fear. "Always for the right. It was ever thus." +

    +

    + Jack's father turned to face the approaching creatures. As he swung up the great sword Jack thought it fit his hand as if it were made for him. +

    +

    + The horde of sprites, slowed their advance. For a moment, all Jack could hear was the scratching of claws on stony ground. Corriwen readied her bow. Kerry + was muttering something to himself. It took Jack a moment to recognise it was the poem that he had helped him learn at school. It was about Robert the + Bruce at the battle of Bannockburn. +

    +

    + Now's the day and now's the hour, see the front of battle glower. +

    +

    + Kerry had his shortsword in one hand and swung the heavy bolas in the other. +

    +

    + Ready as I'm ever going to be, + he breathed. But I'd rather be fishing any day of the week. +

    + +

    + Lauralen Flint silently handed Megrin's staff to Rionna who gripped it tight. +

    +

    + Jack expected the creatures to come surging towards them at any moment, but they did not. Instead, they began to mill together, forming a tight pack. +

    +

    + "What are they doing?" Corriwen's voice was tight with tension. +

    +

    + They surged together, piling one on top of the other, forming a mound of arms and legs and claws and tails. +

    +

    + Jack's mother stood calmly. The heartstone gleamed at her neck, pulsing in time with the one Jack wore. +

    +

    + The heap of wriggling bodies began to change shape. All the hideous creatures merged together, sinking into each other until there was just a featureless + shape in front of them. +

    +

    + "Is that it?" Kerry asked. "Are they dead?" +

    +

    + As if in reply, the mound gave an enormous shudder. Jack watched in horror as it expanded, growing upwards into a pillar until it towered above them. +

    +

    + A huge head swelled upon massive shoulders. Its toes grew into curved claws, two upon each foot. Fingers stretched into long, hooked talons. Horns grew on + its head, spiralling and ridged like a monstrous ram. +

    +

    + A mouth opened, showing row upon row of jagged black teeth and from it boomed a mighty, triumphant laugh that echoed madly around the walls of the + amphitheatre. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint had turned to face it. Kerry looked at Jack and his eyes were bright with apprehension. Corriwen had drawn the bow, ready to shoot. Rionna + had raised Megrin's staff. +

    +

    + Jack realised with dismay that neither he nor his mother were armed. They had nothing but the two heartstones. Jack felt his own heartstone beat stronger. +

    +

    + The beast laughed again, and the ground heaved. It raised its arms and spread them out on either side. Flames burst into life and raced up and + down its body, twisting around its arms and legs. +

    +

    + It swung a vast arm around and pointed a claw at Jonathan Flint. A bolt of fire exploded out. Jack's father disappeared in gout of flame, and Jack cried + out in alarm. +

    +

    + Then he saw him, twenty yards distant, unscathed. +

    +

    + Where he had stood, the rock was flowing white-hot. The reek of burning filled the air. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint was moving fast. +

    + +

    + His spear was at his shoulder. His back arched and he launched it straight at the fiery shape. Where it struck, tongues of flame gouted out and Jack saw + the monster stagger. +

    +

    + It can be hurt, + he thought. +

    +

    + Two clawed hands swung round and gripped the spear. Fire surged between the hands, but the great weapon did not burn. Grunting, it pulled the spear free. + The puncture holes in its body spewed burning liquid and acrid fumes. +

    +

    + But Jonathan Flint was still moving, swinging the Scatha's sword in his right hand. Kerry and Corriwen, to Jack's amazement, were on his heels. He made to + follow them, but his mother pressed on his shoulder. +

    +

    + "Wait," she said softly, and that word carried an enormous weight of command. Jack froze. Lauralen Flint placed her free hand on Rionna's head and together + they stood, watching the deadly battle. Jack was jittering with the need to fight with his friends and at his father's back, but the hand on his shoulder + made him stay. +

    +

    + Jack's father ducked under a mighty arm as it came sweeping down at him. The sword flashed, slashed, and a huge claw tumbled away and landed with a thump. + Kerry had been veering to the left and the claw missed him by a whisker. +

    +

    + Corriwen raised her bow. She was moving fast, a red-headed streak. One arrow shot out and stabbed between the jagged teeth. Foul steam billowed and it + roared again. +

    +

    + It swung at her and a sizzling jolt traced her as she dashed away, scoring the ground in puffs of vapour. +

    +

    + Kerry jinked past the twitching claw. Without warning it flipped over scuttled after him, a nightmare on four claws and a hooked thumb, moving with + spider-like speed. +

    +

    + He let out a yell of fright and ran as the thing scrabbled after him, trailing blood that sizzled as it hit the ground. Corriwen launched another arrow, + again high on the monster's body, just as Kerry blundered between its legs. Briefly distracted, it missed a slashing grab for him. Instinctively Kerry + jabbed and the sword turned pink then flopped like a wilted leaf. A vast hoof raised over his head and stamped down again. For a second, Jack saw Kerry + disappear in a cloud of fumes and then he was out the other side, ducking and rolling as it stamped again, so hard that the whole dark world trembled. +

    +

    + Jack watched with pride as his friends and his father fought the monstrosity. He was desperate to run in and help them, to do something other than + watch, but his mother's hand stayed firmly on his shoulder. +

    +

    + Corriwen launched another arrow and another, shooting and reloading fast. They spiked around its hideous face, but the beast brushed them off and came at + her. She leapt aside and Jonathan Flint strode in again with the great sword. It seemed to blaze with light as he slashed right and left, tearing huge + gouges in the monster's thighs, gouges that formed mouths with jagged teeth that gnashed in fury. +

    +

    + Kerry found Jonathan Flint's spear. It looked much too big for him but he managed it nonetheless. Jack's father was up close and slashing madly. Everywhere + he cut, another mouth opened to scream at him. Kerry ran to his side, with the spear raised up. Jack's father stabbed hard and the beast faltered, giving + Kerry the chance to put all his strength into one hard lunge. +

    +

    + It staggered, bellowing. Jack watched in amazement as it rocked back and then began to tumble forward. It happened as if in slow motion. Jonathan Flint + grabbed Kerry's hood and hauled him back just as the behemoth toppled and hit the ground with enormous force. +

    +

    + "Is it dead," Rionna asked. +

    +

    + "No," Lauralen said. "The great beast can never die, for he is not alive as we know it. He is the sum of all the evil he has gathered to himself." +

    +

    + Now Jonathan Flint, Corriwen and Kerry were backing off. The beast was on all fours, scoring gouges in the ground. It seemed to curl into itself. The hand + that had chased Kerry crawled towards it, clawed its way up and sank back into its warty skin. +

    +

    + Before their eyes, the arms and legs shrank back into the main body until all they could see was a twitching mass. +

    +

    + "It's changing again," Rionna said. +

    +

    + "Stand by me," Lauralen told. "Now we play our part. We have two heartstones and you have more power than you know. We will need all of it." +

    +

    + Jack saw the surface of the mass rip wide open and what emerged made his stomach clench. At first it was a writhing mass of worms, wriggling and looping + and slimy, like branched tentacles, except that each one ended in a head that was grotesquely human. It uncoiled, still swelling and the tentacles hardened + into jointed limbs. The head, on a long, segmented neck, reminded Jack of a preying mantis. Great wings opened and beat the air. +

    +

    + A voice spoke in Jack's head. +

    +

    + Lost forever, mortal. + The voice was like rot and sickness. He felt it deep inside him and he shuddered. Your pain will be eternal. I will burn you for all time and feast on your anguish. +

    + +

    + Jack clapped his hands to his head, staggering under the mental assault. +

    +

    + His mother laid a soft hand on his head and the sensation faded until he could open his eyes once more. The heartstones thrummed together in powerful + harmony. +

    +

    + "Begone." Her voice was clear. "You will never have him." +

    + +

    + Give me what I will have. Give it now and he will suffer less. + The Mailachan Mhor commands. +

    + +

    + "You are no Great Lord," she said. Jack could hear the words but couldn't see her lips move. "You are the king of nothingness." +

    +

    + I will bring perpetual night and pain. I will ravage! I will cover all in darkness. +

    + +

    + The great wings whooped in the air. Its neck stretched out towards them, head swelling and contorting, bent to the ground. +

    +

    + Jack watched in horror as a great eye began to open. He could see fire swirling under the scaly eyelid. His mother made no move. +

    +

    + The eye creaked open. Rionna let out a small cry. Jack saw the ground shrivel under the power of the gaze. +

    +

    + Something thudded at Jack's side. His hand found the satchel. His other hand went to the heartstone and its throbbing rippled through him. His fingers + opened the bag and touched the Book of Ways. Before he knew it, it was in his hand. +

    +

    + His mother reached and grasped Megrin's staff with one hand on top of Rionna's. In her other, she raised the crystal heartstone. Instinctively Jack + imitated her. He held his own heartstone up before him. The Book twisted in his hand. +

    +

    + The awful head came up and as it swung towards them, Jack got a glimpse of the eternal evil in that gaze. He thought he might fall down and die. +

    +

    + His mother stepped in front of Rionna and the eye turned to follow her. It was almost completely open, as red as boiling lava. Rocks burst asunder as it + began to focus. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint ran in, sword raised. The eye swivelled towards him. +

    +

    + Megrin's staff suddenly blazed with incandescent white light. A jolt of power blasted out from the monster's eye, a beam of pure night. Every nerve in + Jack's body shrivelled, and an intense cold shuddered through his bones. +

    +

    + Megrin's light met the creature's dead-light head on. Lauralen Flint held the staff in a firm grip, eyes wide, concentrating. The Book of Ways twisted + again in Jack's hand. A strange, juddering sound throbbed where the two lights met. Darkness tried to engulf Megrin's light, but Jack's mother held firm. +

    +

    + Lauralen Flint held up her heartstone. +

    +

    + And Megrin's light winked out. The monstrous beast roared in triumph. +

    +

    + Jack's heart lurched. But suddenly the Book of Ways opened in his numbed hand, just as the beast's glare blasted straight at his mother. +

    +

    + A blast struck the crystal heartstone with such force that the air about them seemed to rip to shreds. +

    +

    + The heartstone glowed. It beat once, twice. And the deathly blast leapt from her stone to Jack's in a beam of blue. He felt it strike, amazed that he was + not instantly incinerated. +

    +

    + The heartstone turned the light yet again. A beam stabbed down and hit the open book. Pure copper on the page turned to gold and the darklight, now a line + of brilliant white was hurled back in the direction it had come. +

    +

    + It struck the beast right in the glaring eye. +

    +

    + Then the devil got a taste of his own. The light from the Copperplates melted the eye in its socket. The great beast juddered and its wings froze in + mid-beat. Its foul head bent backwards and the mouth gaped like a cave-mouth. A deep, hollow rumble rolled over them and then the mouth closed with a + crash. +

    +

    + Jack's mother stood watching, heartstone in her hand. +

    +

    + The beast swayed on its horny feet, and Jack watched in fascination as its movement began to slow until it was almost still. +

    +

    + A sudden wind whipped up the sand around them, swirling around the monster. As the grains struck it. The wind gained strength, but they stood firm, holding + on to one another as the creature swayed in the blast and then toppled backwards and crashed to the ground…. +

    +

    + It shattered into a million fragments that instantlycrumbled to dust which was swept away by the gale. The wind died as quickly as it had begun and they + stood, six of them together, in a land scoured clean. +

    +

    + All around them was emptiness, no rocks, no stone, no amphitheatre, nothing. +

    +

    + Jack's mother let out a long sigh and took his hand in hers. +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint came up beside them, wrapped his arms around both of them. +

    +

    + "You came back," Lauralen said. +

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    + "Find our way," Lauralen Flint had asked. Rionna, still holding the staff, bent her head and began to sing, so softly that Jack could barely hear her. + Kerry and Corriwen stood with them, not yet able to comprehend that it was all over. +

    +

    + Far out in the emptiness, a faint curve on the horizon showed a pale arch. Lauralen smiled. +

    +

    + "You have more in you that you could guess," she told Rionna. "Uaine will be glad of it in days to come." +

    +

    + When they finally stood before the archway, Jack could see green fields on the far side, flowers and bright sunshine. The faint call of songbirds welcomed + them. +

    +

    + Megrin stood alone. Behind her, all that remained of Bodron's hold-fast were a few mossy mounds, as if they had crumbled centuries ago. +

    +

    + Rionna stepped forward with the staff and offered it to her. +

    +

    + "Oh no, my dear," Megrin said. "It fits your hand better. A new generation brings new life to Uaine." +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Now Jack Flint knew who he was. +

    +

    + They had woken to a new dawn. Dew was like diamonds on the grass. His mother roused him with a touch on his cheek, took him by the hand and led him through + the morning glades, to a small forest lake. A gentle mist floated over the surface and nothing stirred. +

    +

    + They sat by the water in silence, not needing to speak, not then, as the sun began to rise. Finally, Lauralen Flint rose to her feet and walked - Jack + always remembered thinking that she had glided ­- to the edge of the lake. +

    +

    + The rising sun shone on her golden hair and made it glow. Jack was reminded of the time Corriwen had dived through the sky over the edge of the waterfall + in Temair and thinking it was the most beautiful thing he had seen in his life. His mother was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. +

    +

    + The new light made her long gown seem gauzy and he could see damselflies beyond her as they silently skimmed the surface. For an instant, his vision seemed + to waver then jump into startling focus. +

    +

    + She caught his look and an expression of aching sadness flitted across her face. +

    +

    + "What's wrong?" Jack broke the silence. "There's something happening!" +

    +

    + She nodded. He stared at her. He could see the reeds on the far bank, still woven with mist, but he could see them faintly behind her, as if she was + becoming wispy and insubstantial. +

    +

    + Lauralen Flint knelt in front of her son and took his hands in hers. Her skin felt like gossamer, as if it was hardly there at all. Then she spoke. +

    +

    + "Since our heartstones touched, there have been no secrets between us. All is revealed, your life, your father's and my own. The lives we have lived, the + lives we now share. I have seen you grow, and I have lived your adventures, my son, Journeyman of my heart. +

    +

    + "And now it is time." +

    +

    + "I don't understand.! What's wrong? You're…you're disappearing!" +

    +

    + "You came for me, and together we prevailed. All of us. Your father and your fine friends and yourself. And the fight will go on. I know you are your + father's son and I will always be with you, in the heartstone and in your heart." +

    +

    + The sun sparkled on the water. It sparkled through her hair and through her eyes, as if she was filled with diamonds. +

    +

    + Jack was shaking his head, unable to speak, dreading what she might say. +

    +

    + "We were too long in the nether-world. The binding spell I wove let me sleep in timeless safety where the beast could not reach me. It lured you down to + its depths to bring the two hearts together and destroy them. It would have been the end of everything. +

    +

    + "But we prevailed and there will be harmony across the worlds, until the next evil arises. That will be your quest. Who knows where, or when, but the + Journeyman must journey. The battle always waits. +

    +

    + "But we are no longer of the worlds of the living. Your father and I must travel on, and we must go now." +

    +

    + "No!" Jack was aghast. His heart hammered against his ribs. A pain stabbed behind his eyes. +

    +

    + His father stepped out from the edge of the trees, as tall and strong as he had been when the statue on the red plain had shed its skin of stone. He held + Hedda's magnificent sword in its scabbard. The great horn Jack had heard him blow when he was just a baby, was slung on his shoulder, +

    +

    + "Yes, Jack. Our time is gone and another world waits for us." +

    +

    + "What world?" Jack was panicking. His heart beat wildly. Desperate anguish rose like bile deep inside him. "Don't go. I've just found you! You can't leave me now!" +

    +

    + Jonathan Flint strapped the sword to Jack's waist, weighed the horn on his son's neck and put both hands on his shoulders. +

    +

    + "Don't go," Jack pleaded. Tears welled up in his eyes. +

    +

    + "Know that you are always with us, and will be with us again." Jack could see the reflected dew through his father's face. Jonathan Flint was + fading too. +

    +

    + "But where are you going?" +

    +

    + "You know the place. From your books." +

    +

    + Jack backed away, shaking his head. +

    +

    + On the far side of the lake, mist was beginning to roll out past the reeds and on to a grassy bank. It began to coil slowly into twin, translucent pillars. +

    +

    + "Tir-Nan-Og!" Realisation struck him like a blow. "The land of the young!" +

    +

    + Between the pillars, a clear light shone. +

    +

    + "Walk with us," his father said gently. +

    +

    + Jack shook his head. The tears were streaming down his cheeks. Words tried to get out but choked in his throat. The world seemed to spin. +

    +

    + His mother took his hand. Jonathan Flint put his arm around Jack's shoulders, but Jack could hardly feel its weight or his mother's touch. It was as if + they were hardly in this world at all. Together they led him round the water towards the shining gateway. +

    +

    + By now, his mother's face was almost translucent. But her eyes were the clearest blue, and regarded him with such profound love that his heart almost + stopped. +

    +

    + Beyond the gateway a smooth road meandered to a little bridge over a stream. On the far side, rolling green fields stretched into the distance. +

    +

    + Across the fields, hundreds people were walking towards the bridge. They looked like the kind of people, the old Celtic heroes and heroines that Jack had + read about in the books he'd loved. Their faces were wreathed in smiles and they looked at peace. +

    +

    + They came over the fields to welcome the Lady Lauralen and Jonathan Cullian Flint to Tir-Nan-Og. +

    +

    + Jack's mother kissed him on the forehead. It was like a breath of air. His father's hand was a featherweight on his shoulder and then it was gone. +

    +

    + Together they walked through the shining gateway, as their son watched them leave, and the sunlight of that other place made them whole again. They crossed + the bridge and then they turned. +

    +

    + Jack's father nodded to him and waved his hand in silent farewell. His mother smiled. +

    +

    + Then the pillars turned back into mist and the gateway was gone. +

    +

    + Jack Flint was alone. +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch35.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch35.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..36b676a --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch35.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,108 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Chapter 35 + + + + +
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    +

    35

    +

    + Jack picked up the great sword and slung the amberhorn bow on his back. Corriwen had sheathed her knives. Kerry's short-sword was gone, lost in the battle, + but he still had his sling. Rionna walked with Megrin's staff and they approached the Homeward Gate of Uaine. +

    +

    + Kerry stopped some distance away. Between the carved stone pillars the air twisted and shimmered like a mirage. Beyond them stood the Cromwath Ringstones, + and home. +

    +

    + But Kerry walked no further. Jack already knew. +

    +

    + For a while he had been utterly alone with his thoughts, feeling he would die from loss and grief. He thought the pain of it would never stop. His heart + felt as if it had been wrenched out of him. Corriwen, Kerry and Rionna left him to grieve and he sat for a long time on a hill beyond the forest, lost in + his own memories. +

    +

    + Now he was facing a second loss. +

    +

    + "I need a break, Jack," Kerry had said, pleading for Jack's understanding. "Honestly I do. Back there, back home I'm just the bottom of the heap. Just the + raggedy-arsed Irish rascal. There's nothing for me there." +

    +

    + Jack felt his stomach clench again. He wouldn't take losing Kerry too. +

    +

    + "But after all we've been through," he began. "You can't just…walk away." +

    +

    + "Who said I'm walking away? I never said that! I just want to sit down and not have to run or fight all the time. Jeez, Jack, we're not even sixteen. I + want to enjoy myself for a bit." +

    +

    + "Why not enjoy it back home?" +

    +

    + "Because all the other places we've been, I've been somebody. Even if it was somebody everybody wanted to kill. Over there, I'm nobody." +

    +

    + "I spoke to Rionna and I want to see her place. Look around, you know? Spend some time fishing. Maybe have a picnic." +

    +

    + "But something else is going to happen," Jack said. "Some time. Who knows when? And I'll need you with me." +

    +

    + "I didn't say I'm quitting," Kerry assured him, eyes bright with tears that he brushed away angrily. "No way Jack. Just let me have some time to + catch my breath where things aren't always trying to do me in. When you need me, I'll be right there." +

    +

    + Kerry grabbed him in a tight hug and held him close. +

    +

    + "You and me and Corrie. All for one and each for everybody else. Same as always." +

    +

    + "I'll come for you when the time's right," Jack said. +

    +

    + "I'll be there." +

    +

    + *** +

    +

    + Jack Flint and Corriwen Redthorn stepped through the Homeward Gate. +

    +

    + There were thirteen standing stones and twelve gateways between them. They stood together inside the ring. +

    +

    + "It's that one," Jack pointed, preparing himself for this parting. +

    +

    + "I know where it is," she replied, eyes bright. "But that's not the way for me. Temair doesn't need me. You do." +

    +

    + Corriwen strode forward and held him tight. +

    +

    + "My place is at your side. I knew it from the start. Who knows when the next fight will be, the next quest. You need me at your back, and that's where I'll + be." +

    +

    + She smiled at him. +

    +

    + "Always." +

    +
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    + + diff --git a/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch36.xhtml b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch36.xhtml new file mode 100644 index 0000000..9ac16b3 --- /dev/null +++ b/build/shadowmaster/OEBPS/ch36.xhtml @@ -0,0 +1,53 @@ + + + + + The Shadowmaster - Epilogue + + + + +
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    +

    Epilogue

    +

    + On a bright autumn day, a boy and a girl sat on the high wall that surrounded a very old woodland. The leaves were gold and the sun reflected silver from + the estuary far down the hill. +

    +

    + High above, a jet drew a line of white across a clear sky and the girl stared at it as it arched above them, eyes wide and full of wonder. +

    +

    + Jack Flint had put the heartstone into its niche and watched the sun and moon flick eastwards across the sky as the key to worlds turned the clock back and + back until he knew he had arrived at the beginning of his journeys. +

    +

    + As they sat on the wall, he took the great horn in his hands, raised it to his lips and sent out a deep booming note that echoed across the valleys on the + peninsula where he had grown up. +

    +

    + "Might as well let the Major know we're coming," he said. "And with luck, he'll get the kettle on." +

    +

    + They clambered down and began to cross the field to the big house. +

    +

    + "You'll love it here. A soft bed, good food. Great books. And the Major, well, he's special. He was my father's best friend." +

    +

    + When thought of his father, Jack's voice almost dried up, but he swallowed hard, then flashed Corriwen a warm smile. It would take him a while to come to + terms; and to let his heart heal. But he would get there. +

    +

    + Jack took Corriwen's arm, and together they walked in sunshine towards home. +

    +

    + THE END +

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