Peter Brett - The Core

Elissa gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

‘Thought everythin’ was lost then,’ Gared said. ‘No one was givin’ up, but there wern’t much hope. But then Renna Bales stepped up. Held the last line when every defence was broke. Held it until Mr Bales came back to us. Two o’ them held hands as the tide came in, and threw it back into the night.’

‘Ent dead,’ Wonda said. ‘Man who can walk away from that …’

Leesha pursed her lips, then nodded to herself, getting to her feet. ‘Bar the door, Gar. Wonda, the curtains.’

Ragen, Elissa, and Briar watched in confusion as they were locked into the room and cloaked in darkness. Leesha unlocked a drawer in her desk, producing what looked like a large piece of obsidian, but they could well guess what it was, even before she fitted it into a slot on the wall and a wardnet sprang up around them. It circled the room and crisscrossed the ceiling and floor, casting them all in gentle wardlight.

‘No sound will escape the room.’ Leesha returned to her seat, taking her teacup and sipping thoughtfully. ‘What I say here must never be repeated.’

‘Swear by the sun,’ Gared said.

‘Course, mistress,’ Wonda added. Briar grunted his agreement.

Ragen took Elissa’s hand. ‘You have our word.’

‘Renna Bales came to me the night we learned the Krasians attacked Lakton,’ Leesha said. ‘She told me Arlen is alive.’

‘Knew it!’ Wonda burst, even as Gared roared a laugh, bringing his hands together in a resounding smack.

‘Creator be praised,’ Ragen whispered, but Elissa said nothing, knowing there was more.

‘She also told me they would not come again,’ Leesha said. ‘They’d become too powerful, and were drawing the minds’ attention to the Hollow, just as Ahmann was doing in Krasia. We needed time to grow our defences, and so he left to give us that.’

‘Said it himself,’ Gared said. ‘Told Jardir he was the last piece of business before he took the fight to the Core.’

‘What does that mean?’ Ragen asked.

‘Arlen can mist as the demons do,’ Leesha said. ‘Renna, too, the last time I saw her. He told me he could hear the Core calling to him, could slip down into it like a coreling at dawn.’ She shook her head sadly. ‘But he didn’t seem to think much of his chances if he tried.’

‘Better chance’n any of us,’ Gared said.

Ragen kept his composure, but he was squeezing Elissa’s hand so hard it hurt. She laid her other hand gently atop his, and his tension eased. ‘Gared’s right. How many times has Arlen cheated death? He’ll turn up again, just when we’ve given up, and start the worry afresh.’

Ragen laughed. ‘Ay, that’s my boy.’

‘In the meantime, we need to do as he asked, and grow strong,’ Leesha said. ‘Not something we can do if we’re more concerned with killing one another than the corelings.’

‘We didn’t bring that fight, mistress,’ Ragen said. ‘The Krasians believe Sharak Ka is coming, and the Evejah tells them the only hope mankind has to survive is for all the world to kneel before the Skull Throne.’

‘They brought the fight,’ Leesha agreed, ‘but it’s been brewing for years. Euchor didn’t build his flamework weapons and train men in their use overnight.’

‘No,’ Ragen agreed. ‘He’s long had his eye on subjugating the ivy throne and reuniting Thesa under his rule, but he would never have struck first.’

‘The question then,’ Leesha said, ‘is will he be content to stop at Angiers now that he has it, or will he use the Krasians as an excuse to press south and claim all the Free Cities as his own?’

Elissa exchanged another look with Ragen. ‘He will press. And expect you to follow and thank him for the privilege. The Hollow is too powerful for him to suffer at his doorstep when Angiers gives him a claim to it.’

‘Gettin’ tired of folk who ent ever bled for the Hollow marchin’ in and expecting us to bow and scrape,’ Gared said.

‘You won’t have to,’ Leesha said. ‘Euchor’s weapons won’t work as well here as he thinks.’

‘Because of you,’ Elissa said. ‘Because of your magic.’

Leesha nodded. ‘I have wardings that can render their chemics inert. Flamework weapons are not welcome in my lands.’

‘Will you teach us something of this bone magic, and how the hora is preserved?’ Elissa asked.

Gared and Wonda looked to their mistress, but Leesha did not hesitate. ‘Of course. After all, who do you think taught me?’

She looked to Ragen. ‘I know you have retired as a Royal Messenger, Guildmaster, but I beg you take one last commission and act as my voice in Miln before His Grace, Duke Euchor.’

Ragen bowed. ‘I would be honoured, mistress. His Grace will be expecting a full report from us upon our return. You have my word I will hold secrets given me in confidence, and negotiate in good faith on your behalf.’

Leesha bowed in return. ‘The honour is mine. We can discuss details in the coming days. For now, I invite the three of you to transfer your belongings here to my keep.’

‘Thank you, mistress,’ Elissa said. ‘We gladly accept.’

‘S’fine,’ Briar said. ‘Got a briarpatch in Gatherers’ Wood.’

Leesha looked up at that. ‘You’re sleeping in my wood?’

‘Ay,’ Briar said.

‘Do you know my Painted Children?’ Leesha asked.

Briar nodded. ‘Seen ’em lots of times. Live in the night like me. Brave, but …’ He searched for a word. ‘Angry.’

‘Will you look in on them for me tonight?’ Leesha asked. ‘I’ve been away some time, and would like to know what I can expect when I visit them.’

Briar nodded. ‘Ay.’

Briar padded on bare feet through the Gatherers’ Wood. The soft leather boots he wore out of respect for Mistress Leesha’s carpets were laced together and slung over his shoulder under his father’s battered shield.

Bare feet told much that boots could not. Where footing was sure and silent. The residual warmth where prey had been. The rush of nearby water. The thrum of hurried feet. Things that made you part of the night, instead of something clumsily passing through it. Things that could mean your life.

Briar loved the Gatherers’ Wood. Too vast to conform to magic’s shape, it was one of the few places in Hollow County not protected by a greatward. After dark, wood demons roamed the boughs and prowled the forest bed. Water demons swam its ponds. Wind demons skimmed the wider paths and circled above the clearings.

But even amid the wild nature, Briar could see how Mistress Leesha was shaping the wood from within. Some changes, like warded crete walkways and posts, were obvious to all, safe as sunlight. Others, their power shaped by natural features and cultivated plants, were so subtle the unwary might never know they were under the mistress’ protection.

It was why Briar trusted Mistress Leesha so implicitly. She had taken the time to understand the cories. How a certain slick moss on the branches could make wood demons avoid a copse of trees, or a patch of dry ground limit how far a bog demon might range. How fruit and nut trees drew cories in search of prey, and other plants urged them away.

Briar helped as he wandered the wood, cutting hogroot stalks and planting them in strategic places. There was a wild patch growing in a ring around an ancient goldwood tree, limbs hanging over the stalks like a parent bending to embrace a child. A half-frozen stream ran through the patch, eroding beneath the thick roots. It created a small hollow Briar could widen and expand, the moist soil pungent enough to drive off demon and human alike.