Danie Ware - Ecko Rising

Jade’s gaze flicked from Feren’s wounds, to Triq’s closed fist, to the empty rings at her belt – she carried no weapons in his presence. Water dripped from her as though she was melting, black puddles seeped across the stone.

“They’re real, Warden.” Ress’s hands twitched, as if he ached to treat the boy himself. “Not a day’s ride from here – though it’s taken us a little longer.”

Larred Jade did not turn to look at him. “What evidence did you bring?”

“For Gods’ sakes...!” Triqueta curbed a flash of temper. Being out of the rain and the wind and the wet, she was welcoming the desert flame back to her heart, the passion of her people in her blood. “I had it between my thighs , Larred, a thing of muscle and fury and death. I didn’t stop for mementoes.”

“We’ve brought evidence,” Ress said calmly. “Your people will tell you – look at the boy’s wounds and tell me you know what made that hole.”

The apothecary nodded, though he was intent on his work and didn’t speak.

Rain scattered on the window. Somewhere deeper in the stone walls of the building, the wind had found a crack and now it keened like a lost thing.

The draught stole across Triq’s wet shoulders and raised the hackles on her forearms.

Know what made that hole.

Monsters.

She was still shivering.

Jade spun on his heel and faced Ress full-on, his expression as cool and dark as the stone of his walls.

“You’re known as a rational man, Ress of the Banned. You’re telling me this tale is true?”

Ress shrugged. “Didn’t believe it either – not ’til I was defending the boy.”

“So what would you have me do?”

“Name of the Gods!” Triqueta wanted to grab him, shake him, pull the images from her mind and force him to see them, rip him open, make him feel what she had felt. “Muster! Your cavalry should – !”

“My cavalry’s going nowhere, Triqueta. Your scarred friend took her injured horse down to the stables –”

“You said you wanted evidence.” Triq’s tone was tart.

“ Don’t interrupt me again.” Jade was getting angry. “Lots of things have claws, and lots of things make holes . The boy’s hurt’s serious and I’ll tend it, of course, but we’re on Watch. ”

“Why the rhez d’you think the herds have moved?” Triq’s exasperation rang from the stone. “There’s a new predator carving out territory, it doesn’t take a member of the Banned to tell you that. There’s also someone still being held, a Xenotian teacher, and we can’t just –”

“Harvest time is almost upon us, Triq! The autumn is coming and the grass is changing colour. In only a few halfcycles the little death will be upon us. The grass will all die and the soil will be bare until the spring. I need every spare man, woman and child I’ve got to ensure the survival of my livestock, my farmlands, my people and my city – I don’t have the forces to spare! The pirates –”

“Larred, don’t be a –”

“Enough!” The Warden’s loss of patience clanged loud and sudden, it caused Feren to mutter, his eyelids fluttering. “This is my city, Triq, my love and hope since Varya died. I’ve got no children – Roviarath is everything to me.” The wind keened under his tone. “I’m the heart of the Varchinde, and what you’re telling me is crazed. ”

Something in his voice was helpless, frustrated, caught. Triq said softly, “If this is the love of your life, Larred, then defend it.”

The apothecary coughed, said softly. “The boy’s infection is critical, Warden. I’ll need to open the wound.”

His face troubled now, shadows of the rain on the window speckling his skin with doubt, Jade nodded.

Ress said, “Warden Jade, you’re facing predators and piracy with inadequate defences – I understand. But against the things we’ve fought?” He gestured at the grotesque, blackening swelling of Feren’s hip. “They’ll rip everything in their path to bloody pieces. We have no idea where they’ve come from or the size of their force – no idea what they want. They’re not just animals. You should find them, before they find you.”

Triqueta noted that Ress said nothing of the Bard’s nightmare fears – this was hard enough.

Jade shook his head as if to dismiss the idiocy of it all. “You’re suggesting these – things – have some sort of plan?”

Feren gasped and spasmed as the blade lanced the wound. Blood and pus soaked the apothecary’s fingers, the boy’s skin, the soft sheets of the pallet. A sharp, metal smell cut through the air.

Gore began to drip onto the floor.

Triq swallowed a mouthful of bile.

Jade was agitated, pacing. “Ress. I’m no warrior – and I’m no fireblasted gambler. If we don’t gather enough grass, we all die. The pirates know this too – their attacks redouble at this time of the return. And the bweao...” He tailed off, his gaze seeing through and past the troubled, sweating apothecary. “This isn’t Fhaveon. I can send a bretir for more force, but even assuming the Lord Foundersson heeds the message, it’ll be five days before I have a response and a full cycle – twenty days at least – before any help reaches me. I need the warriors I have.”

“So – what?” Triq spat at him. “You’ll do nothing? Abandon the girl and hope it all goes away?”

He smiled, mirthless. “I’ll make you a trade, Triqueta – you bring me information, and I’ll mobilise. I want numbers, forces, deployment, tactics. I want to know what they are, what they want and how they plan to get it. I want to know where they are and where they came from – exactly the threat that they’re offering.” He watched the sheets under Feren deepening to a black smear. “My forces are limited – but I can risk one strike. If I know exactly where to hit and how hard. I’m going to play a game, I need to know the rules.”

“For Gods’ sakes, Larred – !”

“In return –” Jade held up a long finger “– I’ll despatch the bretir to Fhaveon and brief my patrols to observe – but not engage. I’ll look for information on the girl, and I’ll heal the boy. If I can.”

Ress said, “Thank you, Warden.”

“Thank you, my horse’s arse.” Triqueta was barely clinging to her temper. “You want to know what Feren saw – !”

“I want to hear the account from him, yes.”

“Is that your payment ? Information? You soulless mercantile bastard.”

Jade’s face set white – for a moment, he was lost for words.

“Warden?” In the silence, the apothecary’s tense question fell like a pebble and rolled across the water-stained floor. Ress turned.

Jade stood like a carven statue, watching Triqueta. After a moment, he said, “So in your world of reckless gambling, Triq, tell me.” His voice was as tight as a rope. “What would you do?”

“I’d send out every mounted fighter I had, find the leader of the herd and pull its fireblasted guts out.” A trickle of rainwater ran down her cheek, circling the opal stone. “Slowly. Along with some critical questions about its mates. The Fayre’s like a willing virgin, Larred, her thighs wide open. Grass harvest or no, you could find yourself...” She paused. “What?”

“Isn’t that just like the Banned? Act first, think afterwards?” There was a ghost of a smile on Jade’s lips, humourless and angry. “Did Roderick take any action, frothing idealist that he is? Did he ride after the missing girl himself? Perhaps Syke’s sending a war-Banned?” His grin was sharp edged; he didn’t wait for an answer. “Or did he send you here to make me do it for him?”

Her anger skidded to a halt.