Banewreaker by Jacqueline Carey

Author:Jacqueline Carey [Carey, Jacqueline]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: TOR
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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NINETEEN

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DARKHAVEN SHOOK WITH LORD SATORIS' fury.

The very foundations trembled at the Shaper's roar. Torches rattled in their sconces, flames casting wavering shadows against the black, marble walls. Overhead, storm clouds gathered and roiled, shot through with smoldering bolts of lightning. In the Chamber of the Font, the marrow-fire surged in blinding gouts and Godslayer pulsed, quick and erratic.

"Where?" the Shaper raged. "Where are they?"

Tanaros closed his eyes and touched the rhios in his pocket. "I do not know, my Lord Satoris," he whispered.

"The Dreamspinner didn't know, Lordship. Said the dragon couldn't say." Vorax tugged at one ear and scratched his beard. "Only it wasn't heading here, like you'd think. Vedasia, he thought." The Staccian shrugged. "Something about birds and Dwarfs."

"It's what the ravens saw, those who were shot." Tanaros cleared his throat, summoning the will to meet the Shaper's furious red stare. "Did Ushahin not speak to you of it, my Lord?"

"Yes." It was a low growl, rising as he continued. "Of Malthus and deserts and ravens and Vedasia. Not of the Water of Life?"

Tanaros winced at the volume. "He didn't know, my Lord."

"So this Water of Life, it can put out the marrow-fire itself?" Vorax cast a dubious glance at the surging blue-white column of the Font, which was the merest manifestation of the Source below. "Take a river's worth, I reckon. No need to fear, my Lord, unless Neheris Fourth-Born herself plans to cross the divide and Shape the rivers."

"No." The Shaper sounded weary. "You misunderstand, Staccian. The Water of Life is the very essence of water, drawn from the navel of Uru-Alat itself. It would take no more than a mouthful to extinguish the marrow-fire. And I… I did not know any lived who could draw it forth from the earth."

There was a profound silence.

"Well," Vorax said. "Why would sodding Malthus take it to Vedasia?"

Lord Satoris glared at him, raising his voice to rattle the rafters. "I don't know!"

"My Lord," Tanaros said carefully, pressing his fingertips to his temples to still the echoes. "Whatever else is true, it seems certain that he did. Malthus' Company was seen in the marshes, and Carfax's men vanished there. Ushahin said…" He cleared his throat again "… Ushahin said seagulls bore rumors of a ship, sailing from Dwarfhorn. If it is so, then they are bound for Pelmar to unite with Haomane's Allies."

"Seagulls." The Shaper's glare turned his way. "Seagulls!"

"My Lord Satoris." Tanaros spread his hands helplessly. "It is what he said."

The Shaper brooded, pacing the Chamber of the Font. Shadows swirled in his wake, and his eyes were like two red embers. "Ushahin Dreamspinner waits in Jakar," he growled. "Haomane's Allies march toward Beshtanag. The trap lies baited and ready. If my brother Haomane thinks I will fold my hand at this new threat, he is very much mistaken." He halted, pointing at Vorax. "Lord Vorax. With two things, I charge you. You will use the Marasoumië to communicate my will to Ushahin. He is to summon the Grey Dam of the Were.

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