The Gypsy Morph by Brooks Terry - Genesis Of Shannara - 03

Author:Brooks, Terry - Genesis Of Shannara - 03 [03, Brooks, Terry - Genesis Of Shannara -]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2010-10-24T05:10:13.985000+00:00

This is the one, the boy thought with a shiver that ran from his neck down to the base of his spine. This is the demon that leads all the others, the one that hunts the Elves and the Loden.

The demon in the flames hissed softly.

�Is this the boy�

�Yes, Master,� the minder answered, inclining his head slightly in deference.

�Did you take the Elfstone from him�

The minder shuddered. �He didn�t have it on him.�

�Has he told you what he did with it�

�No, Master.�

A long silence left the air stark and empty of life. The specter never moved as it regarded the minder carefully.

�Has he told you of the fate of our spies within the Elven city�

The minder shook his head.

�Of Delloreen and her hunt for the Knight of the Word�

The minder shook his head again, but less certainly this time.

�Of anything at all, you fool�

�Master, I tried to��

The other cut him off with a wave of his arm. A fresh column of steam rose from his ethereal form, a white cloud against the darkness.

�Tried, did you? How very fortunate for me that you didn�t try too hard. You do try too hard sometimes, Calyx! And it causes you to do too much of what you want so much to do. Doesn�t it�

�Yes, Master,� the minder answered meekly.

The wintry gaze shifted to Kirisin and settled on him like a great weight. There was the promise of suffering and death in that gaze, of agonizing hours of traveling from the first to the second, hours that would steal his sanity and leave him a mindless husk. The boy wanted badly to look away, but the other�s eyes held him in shackles he could not break.

One cloaked arm gestured slightly, beckoning him.

�Rise�

Though Kirisin had no intention of doing so, though he wasn�t even sure his legs would let him, he jerked to his feet obediently, a puppet dangling from invisible strings, trembling in the specter�s presence.

�What of Culph, boy�

�Dead,� Kirisin answered at once, unable to help himself.

�The Tracker, Tragen�

�Dead.�

�Delloreen, too�

Kirisin hesitated.

�The one who tracked the female Knight of the Word�

�Dead,� Kirisin replied.

There was a long silence as the old man studied him, a shadowy image that had something of the substance and presence of flesh and blood. Power radiated from the specter, power born of experience gained, skill acquired, battles survived, and enemies overcome. Power born of years of staying alive while others died.

The gaze shifted back to the minder. A smile twisted the old man�s mouth, cold and frightening.

�That wasn�t so hard, was it, Calyx? Simple answers to simple questions. An understanding reached by a meeting of eyes and minds. You should try it�

He turned back again to Kirisin, the smile still in place.

�You�ve done well, boy. Another few moments of your time and you may sit down again. You are the boy who retrieved the Elfstone that they call the Loden�

Kirisin fought back the urge to scream his frustration. �Yes.�

�What have you done with it�

�I dropped it when the skrails took me.�

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