Alastair Archibald - Truth and Deception

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Numal scooped the demon into his hand.

"What is it, demon? Is Questor Grimm in trouble?"

"He is, human," Thribble panted. "Pit-master Keller has marshalled all the fighters at his disposal to destroy the mage. Even your monstrous, pale companion, Tordun, is amongst his assailants. From their expressions, they are not under their own control. Questor Grimm is heavily outnumbered, and I fear he cannot destroy all of his opponents. He continues to fight, but the end cannot be long."

Numal felt a pang of helpless distress. "If a Seventh Level Questor can't hope to beat these men, what do you think a superannuated Necromancer can do to help him?"

"You are not completely helpless, mortal; you have your magic stick, do you not?"

Numal suppressed an inappropriate laugh. "So does Grimm, yet you say he cannot defeat his opponents, even aided by his powerful magic. Perhaps I could manifest a lost soul or two, to try to frighten the fighters, but I doubt it would be of any use."

"Perhaps it will not be necessary to face the pugilists," Thribble said. "Keller seems to be their guiding influence. Perhaps all that is needed is to defeat Keller, and this man is no fighter."

"Nor am I, demon, and I'm scared! I'm just a bloody coward!"

Numal's heartfelt words seemed to have little effect on the demon, or on General Q.

"Everybody gets scared, mage." The soldier's swollen mouth made it sound as if he had both cheeks full of marbles. "Show me a man without fear and I'll show you a dead man. You have no choice about whether you have fear or not. You do have a choice when it comes to submitting to that fear or not.

"I was fifteen years old when I fought my first battle, at the behest of my hated lord and master. I was a shepherd, and I'd just spent six months' slavery in a mine for attacking an overseer with my crook, after he beat me with a cudgel for complaining about the inadequate rations.

"I'd had eight weeks' training in swordplay, and I was so scared that I nearly fouled my breeches, but I fought. Since then, I've seen countless young recruits who thought they were too frightened to fight.

"I remember one young lad of about seventeen years of age, who fought beside me when we took on a band of brigands who tried to take over our base. We were outnumbered two to one, and I overheard him telling one of his friends he was worried he'd be too scared to fight. I stood beside him as we lined up for the start of the battle, and I saw him struggling with his emotions."

"I suppose you're going to tell me that he went on to a glorious career as a warlord, General," Numal said.

"No: he died in my arms." The General's expression was like stone. "But he told me before he died that he wasn't afraid any more. He was proud that he'd been a part of our victory, and he wasn't scared of death any more."

Numal snorted. "Very inspirational, General. But that boy didn't have to face the enemy alone. That's what I'd have to do, and I'm not going to. That's the end of it."

Quelgrum levered himself to his feet and glowered at the mage. "Perhaps you're right, Numal. Perhaps you are just a bloody coward. I'll do it myself."

Part of the Necromancer's psyche felt relieved that someone else would face the danger instead of him, but he knew the old soldier was in no condition to fight.

"You can't, General;" he pleaded. "It's all you can do to stand up!"

"If you don't go, I will. Don't try to stop me."

The soldier surged forward. Numal moved to block Quelgrum, but the soldier shot out his bruised left fist to strike the mage on the jaw, just hard enough to make the Necromancer stumble and fall.

The pain of the blow was subsumed by the realisation that the soldier had not held back in the least; the soldier had hit him with all the force available to him. The man was all but finished, yet still prepared to take on an overwhelming force.

"No, wait, Quelgrum!" he shouted, as the General stumbled out of the bushes. "There must be something else we… can do!"

Quelgrum paused, and turned back to face the mage.

"It seems to me your magic isn't any great shakes, mage, and your willpower certainly isn't any better. Forget it, coward. You can spend the rest of your life starting at shadows, for all I care."

"Perhaps there is something I can do," Numal said, feeling a little sick at the knowledge that the old soldier would surely die if he attempted to save Grimm. "It's not something I want to do, and I'm not even sure if I can. But I will try."

Quelgrum stepped back into the bushes.

"What's the big plan, then, mage?"

Despite the General's swollen, disfigured face, Numal saw the ghost of a contemptuous sneer on the soldier's face.

"Necromancy involves the manipulation of souls," he said, the words tumbling, unbidden, from his mouth. "I might, perhaps, be able to perform a spell of Juxtaposition. I've never attempted one before, but I know the runes."

"Let's just pretend for a moment that I'm just a simple soldier, and not a bloody Guild Mage," the soldier said in a sardonic tone. "What the hell is a spell of Juxtaposition?"

"I can maybe exchange my soul with Questor Guy's," Numal said, flicking a nervous glance at the now-silent, twitching form of the fallen mage. "He would inhabit my body, free to perform his Questor magic. He can do more than I ever could."

"He's all but finished, Necromancer. He's as weak as a new-born kitten!"

"That's just his body, General. He'd have mine to play with, and all its strength."

The General frowned and looked down at the twitching, groaning Questor. "Guy's in terrible pain. Do you think you can face that?"

"I'll have to."

"Not bad for a craven coward, Numal." Quelgrum clapped the mage on the shoulder and forced his swollen mouth into a smile.

The Necromancer knew he must move quickly, before the dread demons of fear overwhelmed him. Kneeling down beside the quivering form of the Questor, he put down his staff and applied both palms to Guy's forehead. "Hold him still, please, General."

As Numal patterned his mind for the spell, he felt a welcome sense of calm washing over him. There was no room in a mage's mind for both fear and precision.

While his mouth spat out complex, flawless syllables, he groped in the ether for Guy's soul. As he found it, he gasped at the shock of unimaginable, electric anguish, but the runes continued to issue from his throat; exact, perfect. A last pang of joy at the realisation that the spell was complete was swamped by agony.

He was in pain; he was pain…

****

Guy felt himself swirling through the all-consuming agony, drifting away from his body.

This must be it. I never thought it would end like this.

With a sudden shock, the Questor realised that the torment was gone, and he looked down at his own body, lying, twitching on the ground. Is this it? he wondered. Am I dead?

"Quickly now, mage," a familiar, mortal voice said. "Grimm must be saved, and Numal, too!" It was Quelgrum.

The Questor rose to his feet-or someone's feet-and felt an unaccustomed ache in his knees as he did so. His arms felt too short, and his entire body felt… wrong, somehow.

"What's going on?" Guy said in a harsh voice, struggling with an unfamiliar throat and tongue. "Where the hell am I? What's the matter with my damned body? I feel like an old man."

"You are; you're in Numal's body, Questor Guy," Quelgrum said. "He's just done a very brave thing.

"Explanations must wait; you have to defeat Keller, so Questor Grimm and Numal can be saved."

Guy felt shocked, realising he now inhabited a body over thirty years older than his own, but, for the moment, he was just glad to be free of the pain.

"Don't worry, Quelgrum; I'm more than happy enough to take on Keller for my own reasons. That bastard put that damned collar on me, and he's going to suffer for that. He's a dead man! I swear I'll-"

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