The two Nerek stepped out into the gritty ash, and began the journey south. The birth of dreams had revealed once more the old paths, the ways through and between worlds. It would not take long.
Fear Sengar led him into a secluded glade, the sounds of the readied army distant and muted. As soon as Trull took his first stride into the clearing, his brother spun round. Forearm hard against his throat, weight driving him back until he struck the bole of a tree, where Fear held him.
‘ You will be silent! No more of your doubts, not to anyone else and not to me. You are my brother, and that alone is why I have not killed you outright. Are you hearing me, Trull?’
He was having trouble breathing, yet he remained motionless, his eyes fixed on Fear’s.
‘Why do you not answer?’
Still he said nothing.
With a snarl Fear drew his arm away and stepped back.
‘Kill me, would you?’ Trull continued to lean against the tree. He smiled. ‘From behind, then? A knife, catching me unawares. Otherwise, brother, you would be hard-pressed.’
Fear looked away. Then nodded. ‘Yes.’
‘A knife in the back.’
‘Yes.’
‘Because, if I have my spear, it’s equally likely that you would be killed, not me.’
Fear glared at him, then the anger slowly drained from his eyes. ‘It must stop, Trull. We are about to go into battle-’
‘And you doubt my ability?’
‘No, only your willingness.’
‘Well, yes, you are right to doubt that. But I will do as you command. I will kill Letherii for you.’
‘For the emperor. For our people-’
‘No. For you, Fear. Otherwise, you would be well advised to question my ability. Indeed, to remove me from command. From this entire, absurd war. Send me away, to the northernmost villages of the Den-Ratha where there are likely to be a few thousand Edur who chose to remain behind.’
‘There are none such.’
‘Of course there are.’
‘A handful.’
‘More than you think. And yes, I have been tempted to join them.’
‘Rhulad would not permit it. He would have to kill you.’
‘I know.’
Fear began pacing. ‘The K’risnan. They said Rhulad was killed yesterday. In Trate. Then he returned. There can be no doubt, now, brother. Our emperor cannot be stopped. His power does naught but grow-’
‘You are seeing this wrong, Fear.’
He paused, looked over. ‘What do you mean?’
‘ “Our emperor cannot be stopped.” I do not see it that way.’
‘All right. How do you see it, Trull?’
‘Our brother is doomed to die countless deaths. Die, rise, and die again. Our brother, Fear, the youngest among us. That is how I see it. And now, I am to embrace the power that has done this to Rhulad? I am to serve it? Lend it my skills with the spear? I am to carve an empire for it? Are his deaths without pain? Without horror? Is he not scarred? How long, Fear, can his sanity hold on? There he stands, a young warrior bedecked in a gold nightmare, his flesh puckered and mangled, and weapons shall pierce him – he knows it, he knows he will be killed again and again.’
‘Stop, Trull.’ Like a child, Fear placed his hands over his ears and turned away. ‘Stop.’
‘Who is doing this to him?’
‘Stop!’
Trull subsided. Tell me, brother, do you feel as helpless as I do ?
Fear faced him once more, his expression hardening anew. ‘Voice your doubts if you must, Trull, but only to me. In private.’
‘Very well.’
‘Now, a battle awaits us.’
‘It does.’
A herd of deer had been startled from the forest fringe south of Katter River, darting and leaping as they fled across the killing field. On the earthen ramparts outside High Fort’s walls, Moroch Nevath stood beside his queen and his prince. Before them in a motionless row were arrayed the four sorcerors of Janall’s cadre, wrapped in cloaks against the morning chill, while to either side and along the length of the fortified berm waited the heavy infantry companies of the queen’s battalion. Flanking each company were massive wagons, and on each squatted a Dresh ballista, its magazine loaded with a thirty-six-quarrel rack. Spare racks waited nearby on the ramped loader, the heavily armoured crew gathered round, nervously scanning the line of woods to the north.
‘The Edur are moving down,’ Prince Quillas said. ‘We should see them soon.’
The deer had settled on the killing field and were grazing.
