David Mcintee - The Light of Heaven

DeBarres nodded his understanding. "I wish Erak had got to track Kell to Freedom as well. But when we get there…"

"Erak won't have died for nothing."

DeBarres managed a smile and reached across to pat her hand. "He never did. No-one who serves the Faith really dies for nothing."

Gabriella felt a little better. "Nor do those who serve with us." She nodded at Kannis.

"Thank you, Gabriella."

The trail of goblin detritus was easy to follow south, even without the map Gabriella carried. It had been re-copied many times since she had brought it to Solnos and the force that followed Travis Crowe and Gabriella DeZantez had many of them.

Finally, they came within sight of the smallest outskirts of the great World's Ridge mountains. The sight was one that Gabriella knew would have been worth drawing, or painting, if she had the inclination.

On the horizon and blending in with the sky, the white peaks were capped with snow. Thin columns of smoke and steam rose from a couple of the peaks, while far to the south a pall of smoke sat like a blanket over the heart of the World's Ridge.

"Over there, they say even the life blood of the earth tries to cross over to Kerberos." Crowe sounded unusually sombre.

To their left, the horizon shaded with green as the south-western end of the great Sardenne forest encroached on the World's Ridge. Directly ahead, the smaller peaks at the end of the World's Ridge were arid stony teeth, snarling at the heavens. Most weren't high enough to have a snow-line, but a few of the larger ones, set back into the range and blurring in with the clouds, were topped with a permanent frost.

"I thought the World's Ridge was supposed to be impassable," Gabriella said looking through the telescope.

"It is, love. Don't you worry about that."

"But that valley… It seems to cut straight through and that peak, it seems to shimmer like glass."

"Seems is one thing, Dez, but, trust me on this, what seems and what is are two different things here."

"It's still our best opportunity," she insisted. "It's our duty to check it."

She nudged her mount in the direction of the wide open valley. Crowe shook his head, and then followed reluctantly.

Two days later. Gabriella was both stunned and dismayed to find herself emerging from the open valley, right on to the same spot from which she had first set off into it. She recognised all the landmarks around and was both angry and frustrated. "What are we doing here?"

"Told you." Crowe said with a yawn.

"We didn't circle round…" That would have been impossible, as the valley was a straight line. "We can't be back here."

"I agree with you, pet. But we are back here all the same. I told you the World's Ridge is impassable."

"Is the Stormwall like that?"

Crowe gave her a dark look. "Worse. A lot worse."

After a few more hours, they entered another valley of rock and scrub grass that looked to Gabriella as if it was a crack in the rocky face of the World's Ridge. There were old, stained goblin nests all over the near-vertical slopes on either side. Strange cries of unseen birds and animals echoed confusingly from the flat surfaces and both Gabriella and Crowe looked around anxiously at each sound.

They picked their way slowly through a narrow defile. The sheer rock walls were becoming more and more discoloured by streaks of yellow that stank of bad eggs. Both of them had tied scarves around their faces to help keep out some of the smell, and to try to avoid searing their throats and lungs with the hot dust in the air.

And these were just the foothills of the World's Ridge.

Crowe nudged his horse over a small rise and Gabriella followed him right into an old goblin settlement. Thankfully it had been long-since destroyed. Tent poles had collapsed, the skins and cloth rotted away. The only occupants of the settlement were skeletons, some of them were distressingly small.

Crowe kicked a skull aside. "This happened months ago. I hate to say anything positive about a gobbo, but this fits right in with what that goblin prisoner said."

"About them being driven out of the mountains? All right, someone eradicated this village, but isn't it as likely to have been a rival tribe as humans? Even other goblins don't much like the goblin tribes."

"Some bugger came this way," he said. "Humans; the length and width of stride is wrong for an animal. Single file to hide their numbers."

Gabriella nodded. "Not many of them, though. Three or four people at the most."

Later, they camped under an overhanging cliff. They took turns to sleep, which was wise, as at one point a lizard as tall at the shoulder as a wolf tried to attack their horses. Thankfully Gabriella was able to impale it through the head before it even knew she was there.

When they rose, they cut steaks from it for their next meal and left a marker showing the location of the carcass. They had been leaving markers all along their journey, for the mercenaries and Knights who would be following.

The narrow valley zigzagged back and forth several times, before dropping away into a vertical well. "That's another dead end," Crowe said. "We'll have to go back — "

"No," Gabriella said, squinting down into the depths. "There's light down there.

"What?" Crowe looked to where she pointed. The well was a hundred yards wide, and, on the far side, light was cast across the bottom, a couple of hundred feet down. It was definitely sunlight. As his eyes adjusted, he could spot the edges of wide steps cut into the edge of the well. It spiralled down, a staircase with steps just the right size for horses to walk.

Preceptor DeBarres had seen his fiftieth summer a few years ago, but none of his muscle had turned to fat as far as anyone in the Order could tell. He may not have been as fast a runner as the younger Knights, but when he stood his ground he stayed fixed and couldn't be moved. His weapon of choice when fighting on foot had always been the axe, and he made it flow as effortlessly as a dancer from Fayence made her silken scarves flow.

His preferred method of travel was not the forced route march, but he settled for the knowledge that Eminence Kesar, being a bean-counter and not a soldier, had enjoyed it even less.

They had followed the goblins' path out to the west coast, led by Crowe and Gabriella, and down the edge of Pontaine towards the foothills of the World's Ridge. They made sure to keep well away from Fayence and Eminence Kesar made sure that Kannis' liaisons kept Aristide just well-enough informed to keep him quiet.

The mountains, when they reached them, were as large as anything in the Drakengrat range, and yet both Kesar and DeBarres knew that there were far greater peaks beyond. They had picked their way through twisting canyons and riverbeds, until they emerged at one end of a deep and jagged valley.

It narrowed as they travelled along it and, at one point, they found the carcass of a huge lizard. Eventually they came to a point where they had to travel almost single file. This area led them to a deep, wide well, with steps clearly marked out. Gabriella and Crowe had marked the beginning of the great spiral staircase that had been cut out of the living rock.

The Knights and mercenaries had to restructure their whole column, in order to descend.

At the bottom of the enormous well or sinkhole was a wide natural archway, festooned with moss-covered stalactites hanging down. A valley was visible through this wide grey maw and, at the far end of the valley, a gleaming mountain rose up magnificently.

It took a whole day to get the entire force down the staircase and into this other new valley, and DeBarres had almost begun to fear that the job would never be finished.

Eventually, though, he rode under the stalactites himself and looked along the valley at the distant peak. Between there and the column, he could see Gabriella and Crowe riding back towards them.