David Gemmell - Quest for Lost Heroes

'Later,' she told him. 'First tell me all.'

'Oh, no,' he said, sweeping her from her feet and carrying her into the square bedroom at the rear of the hall.

They made love for more than an hour; finally he lay back on the bolster and closed his eyes.

'Now tell me,' she said, raising herself on one elbow and looking down at him.

'You know that if I was the sort of man to fall in love, it would be with you, Princess. You are strong, intelligent, courageous and quick-witted. And in bed…"

'Yes, yes. I compliment you also. But tell me!'

'And you are so single-minded. I admire that.' Her face darkened. 'All right, all right,' he said, smiling. 'The Earl has commissioned me to kill Chareos.'

'And you would like me to do it for you?'

'Well, I am getting old and tired.'

'I noticed that,' she said, sitting up. 'And now I have work to do.'

'Why was Tsudai here?' he asked and she turned back to him, wondering if the concern in his eyes was genuine. Deciding it was not, she merely shrugged and stood.

'How is it that you hear everything, Harokas? Are you a seer?'

'No, I am a listener. And when Jungir Khan's general rides across the Steppes I know it is not for exercise.'

'He came to buy women, that was all.'

'Now it is your turn to hold something back. Would you like him dead, Princess?'

'No!' she said sharply.

'As you wish. But he hates you — you know that?'

'He says he loves me.'

Harokas grunted and rolled from the bed. 'He wouldn't know the meaning of the word.'

'And you do?' she asked, slipping into her tunic.

'Sometimes I think I do. What will you do about Chareos?'

'I will send out riders today.'

'Send the best, Princess.'

'The heroes of Bel-azar will be dead by the end of the week.'

'Perhaps,' he said softly.

Despite its bleak appearance, the land leading to the Steppes was teeming with life and Kiall found himself fascinated by the wonder of the wild. He had spent his life in the valley and knew of the habits of deer and wild sheep, but out here there were creatures of rare beauty and their behaviour was sometimes both mystic and comical.

High above them on the fourteenth day of their journey he saw great birds with long, rectangular wings, swooping and spiralling in the sky. Recognising them as vultures — but of a type he had not seen before — he spurred his horse to ride alongside Finn, who was some half a mile ahead of the group.

Finn reined in and waited for the young man. 'Is there a problem?' asked the hunter.

'No. I was watching the vultures. Does it mean something is dying?'

'Not death,' answered Finn, smiling. 'Life. They circle like that to find a mate. Watch them closely and you will see the males gliding around the females. Gradually their actions will become like mirror images.'

The vultures soared and wheeled in breathtaking displays.

'Such beauty from creatures of ugliness,' whispered Kiall.

'Why ugliness?' countered Finn. 'Because they feed on carrion? They clean the land, Kiall. In many ways they keep it beautiful.'

'Why do they mate in winter? Does the cold not threaten the eggs?'

'No,' Finn replied. 'When the female lays, she will sit upon the eggs for two months. After they hatch she will feed the young for a further four months. It is a long period for a bird.'

The questors rode on, crossing streams that rippled down from the mountains, swollen now with melted snow. Finn caught three large trout which they cooked for supper on the sixteenth day. He caught them with his hands, which impressed Kiall. The hunter shook his head. 'No great skill, Kiall. Even for them it is the mating season,' he said. 'They settle down in grooves on the shallow stream-bed to lay their eggs. They remain still and, if a man is quick and certain, he can ripple his fingers against their sides and Sick them from the water.'

As the days passed more and more wildlife was seen — great crested grebes on shallow lakes; coots; herons in their comical mating dances, leaping on stick-like legs to attract the females; huge black kites swooping, diving, meeting in the air.

Okas withdrew ever more into himself, often riding with his eyes closed, lost in thought. Once he almost fell from the saddle, but Beltzer caught him.

On the afternoon of the seventeenth day Okas moved his pony alongside Chareos. 'We must find a hiding place,' he said.

'Why? Are there enemies close?'

'Yes, those too. But this will be the night of the demons.'

Chareos nodded and rode to Finn. The hunter galloped off towards the west, where rearing rock-faces rose from the snow-speckled ground. By dusk the questors were camped in a deep cave on the side of a hill.

They ate in silence seated around a small, flickering fire. Okas forbade any meat to be eaten and sat with head bowed, eyes closed. At last his head came up and he looked at Chareos.

This is a night of great peril,' he said softly. 'The forces that will come against you are strong in their evil, powerful in their malice. They have been fed with the deaths of many, many people.'

Tell us of the old man we are to protect,' invited Chareos. Sweat shone on his face and he could feel the cool breeze of the night on his skin. Watching the swordsman, Kiall felt his fear. Beltzer too remained silent, his small round eyes peering intently at Okas.

'His name is Asta Khan and for many years he was shaman to Tenaka Khan, Lord of the Wolves. When Tenaka. . died… he left tribe and travelled — eventually — to Mountains of Moon. Tenaka's son, Jungir, and his own shaman, have decided it is time for Asta to die. They have sacrificed forty of Asia's blood kin to feed the spirits and weaken the old man. Tonight the demons will fly.'

'Why is he such a threat to Jungir?' Finn enquired.

'He knows a secret which Jungir wishes kept silent. Jungir Khan murdered his father.'

'And that is all?' asked Beltzer.

'Not all,' admitted Okas, 'but all I know for certain.'

'Can we defeat these demons?' asked Beltzer. 'Can my axe cut them?'

'We shall be entering their world. In that place, yes, they can die. But their powers are very great. You are strong, fat Beltzer, but where we travel it is not strength of body but strength of heart which is important. It is a place of faith and miracles, a place of Spirit.'

'How do we go there?' Finn asked.

'You do not go there,' replied Okas. 'Two must remain to protect the fleshly forms of those who fly. You, Finn, are best man for this.'

Kiall's breathing became shallow and he could feel his heart fluttering like a caged moth. But he remained silent.

'I will go,' declared Chareos, 'as will Beltzer.' He looked at Maggrig, then at Kiall. The blond hunter smiled at Kiall, reading his terror.

'I will come with you,' stated Maggrig.

'No,' said Okas. 'You will remain. There are enemies who have discovered our trail and they will come in the night. Your skills with the bow are needed here.'

'Then,' said Kiall, his voice shaking, 'I must come?'

'There is no must, my friend,' answered Okas with a gentle smile. 'This is a task for ghosts-yet-to-be. Perhaps we can win with only Beltzer, Chareos and myself.'

'I… I will come,' said Kiall. 'I began this quest and I will walk where the dangers lie.' He swallowed hard.

Chareos reached over and patted his shoulder. 'Well said, Kiall.'

'You stick close to me, boy,' Beltzer told Kiall, hefting his axe. Til see you safely home.'

'It is time,' said Okas. 'Finn, when we have departed put out fire and watch trails. With good fortune we return by dawn.' He rose and led the three companions deeper into the cave, where they sat in a circle. Okas began to chant in a hissing tongue which the others could not understand. Listening to the chant, Kiall found his mind spinning. Stars swam before his eyes and the roar of rushing rivers filled his ears. Then a darkness fell, a darkness so complete that all sense of being departed from him.