The Devil's Armour (Gollancz S.F.) (55 page)

Lukien’s mind reeled with regrets as he stood before the altar. Thorin had needed him, but he had neglected his old friend. His eyes moved curiously around the candlelit
chamber. He had never been in Minikin’s private prayer room, but he knew that she came here sometimes to commune with the Akari. Now, there was only one Akari that could help them.

It surprised Lukien that he felt afraid. Amaraz was his Akari, the one that kept him alive despite mortal wounds. But he was not like other Inhumans. Amaraz had never spoken to him before, not even coming to him in dreams. Alone with Minikin, he wondered what Amaraz would say, and how the Akari might help them.

He steeled himself. As patiently as possible, he waited for Minikin to rise from her prayers. The mistress had wasted no time in bringing him to the chamber. He had not even seen Meriel yet, though it surprised him that the girl had not hurried to see him.

Don’t think of her
, he told himself. She was a distraction he didn’t need.

As he cleared his mind he felt the Eye of God around his neck begin to thrum. Glancing down he saw that Minikin’s own amulet pulsed, too. The light from the gems mingled with the candle glow, turning their faces orange.

‘Clear your mind, Lukien,’ said Minikin suddenly.

‘I have.’

‘No, you are thinking of Meriel. You will see her when we are done here. Think only of Amaraz.’

It was not wholly possible for him to think only of Amaraz, for he knew so little of the being. He tried gamely though, closing his one eye and taking a deep breath. Minikin rose from her knees to stand before him. She placed her little hand on the altar.

‘Do as I do, Lukien.’

Lukien placed his palm down on the smooth stone of the relic. It was cool, like marble.

‘You are ready?’ asked Minikin.

‘To meet Amaraz? I’ve been ready since you gave me this bloody amulet.’

‘Then relax. Keep your hand on the altar.’

Lukien nodded. ‘All right.’

‘Close your eye . . .’

‘Yes . . .’

‘And trust me.’

It was easy to trust Minikin. She had never spoken anything but the truth. Lukien released his fears, preparing himself to meet his great benefactor.

He knew from speaking to Gilwyn what it might be like, but nothing prepared him for the sense of wonder. At first he felt soaring, as if the world had fallen away beneath his feet. The blackness of his closed eye gave way to a swelling light – the chamber expanding impossibly around him. The walls rose to tower higher, the ceiling yawned upward. The bricks beneath his feet shimmered and came alive, and suddenly it was the prayer chamber no longer.

He was in the world of the Akari.

He could see them everywhere, beautiful, ethereal beings drifting through the air, leaving trails of light in their wake. Some waited along the walls, standing without feet, watching him with shining faces. High above in the rafters of the roof he saw them looking down on him, their voices soft and pretty as they chattered in their dead language. The chamber, which had magically expanded into a grand theatre, echoed with their pleasing noise.

Lukien took his hand from the altar. Was it really his hand? He looked at it and wondered. Like the room and everything in it, it too had become translucent. But the sight of Minikin heartened him.

‘The Akari?’ he asked, gesturing to the spirits all around them.

‘We are in their realm now,’ replied the mistress. Her face was serene, as if she felt completely at home.

‘Which one is Amaraz?’

‘None of these,’ Minikin replied. She pointed with her chin behind the altar. ‘Look there.’

Lukien turned his gaze back to the altar. Behind it, the wall had fallen away, exposing a cascade of blue light. A
figure moved in the light, a face that was the very light itself. Two ancient eyes blinked at him. Lukien’s heart froze.

‘Amaraz?’ He could barely speak the name. Squinting for a better view, the visage of the great Akari grew clearer until his magnificence collected into an unmistakable face. Alive in every way, the countenance of light regarded him. Not knowing if he should bow or greet the being, Lukien merely stood before the altar, stunned by what he was seeing. Then, the spirit’s eyes left him, fixing instead on Minikin.

‘Long since you have come to me, dear friend,’ said Amaraz. Lukien had never heard a voice like it. To listen to Amaraz was to hear a god speak. ‘I have missed you.’

Minikin favoured the spirit with a warm smile. In his gentle gaze she seemed to melt. ‘Too long as always, great Amaraz,’ she said. ‘A year at least, since giving you over to this one.’

The oblique reference to himself made Lukien uncomfortable. The Eye of God – or what looked like it in this strange world – still hung around his neck.

‘Greetings to my sister. She fares well for you still?’

Minikin slipped her tiny fingers over the jewel in her own amulet. As if speaking, the red gem pulsed a reply. ‘Lariniza sends her greetings as well. Often does she speak of you, Amaraz, and urges me to seek you.’

Amazingly, sadness infused the ethereal face. ‘The amulets serve their purposes, dear Minikin. We have always known this.’

The reply confused Lukien until he remembered what Minikin had once told him. The Eyes of God held the essences of the sibling Akari. It gave each of them great strength in the living world, strength enough to make men – or women – immortal. But it also kept them apart.

‘The amulets do us great service, Amaraz,’ said Minikin. ‘We are grateful.’

Not knowing if he should speak, Lukien nodded his agreement. Amaraz did not look at him. The spirit’s expression grew serious.

‘Kahldris has awakened. You have come because of his armour.’

‘Yes, Amaraz. Tell us, please – where is Baron Glass?’

The great face wrinkled in thought, revealing all its ancient folds. ‘The one called Glass rides through the desert. He makes his way to Ganjor now.’

‘He still wears the armour, then?’ probed Minikin.

‘He will not remove the armour until Kahldris allows it. Kahldris is powerful, Minikin. I have warned you – he has subdued the baron’s mind.’

The news didn’t seem to surprise Minikin, but it alarmed Lukien at once. At last he spoke.

‘Great Amaraz, I am Lukien,’ he said, uncertain how to address the being. ‘Baron Glass is my comrade. He is strong. He can resist—’

Before he could finish Minikin touched his arm to quiet him. ‘Amaraz, is Baron Glass on his way to Liiria?’

‘To Liiria, yes. To his homeland. To avenge it.’

‘Avenge it?’ asked Lukien. ‘Against who?’

Amaraz replied directly to Minikin. ‘The Diamond Queen.’

Lukien froze. He glanced at Minikin, who glanced at him in sympathy.

‘Amaraz, please explain this.’

‘The one called Jazana Carr has moved against the country of Glass. Kahldris has revealed this to your comrade. The baron rides for vengeance.’

Minikin’s firm grip kept Lukien from launching a hundred questions. He was agitated, and angry at being ignored by the Akari.

‘What will happen to Baron Glass, Amaraz?’ asked Minikin. ‘What will the armour do to him?’

The Akari replied, ‘Kahldris will rape his mind.’

‘No,’ snapped Lukien. He shook off Minikin and stepped closer to the enormous face. ‘I won’t allow it. Tell me how to fight him, Amaraz. Tell me how to defeat the Devil’s Armour.’

Amaraz hesitated for a moment, fixing Lukien in his alien glare. When he answered, though, he spoke again to Minikin.

‘Always eager to fight. Will you send him after the baron?’

‘Talk to
me
, Amaraz,’ Lukien demanded. ‘You’re my Akari. Don’t you dare ignore me!’

‘Lukien, stop,’ Minikin ordered. She took his sleeve and dragged him back. ‘You are here because you have the amulet. Do not address Amaraz. Let me speak.’

Frustrated, Lukien pointed at Amaraz. ‘I’m the one who’s going after Thorin. Is he going to help me or not?’

‘Lukien, that is enough.’ Minikin’s eyes narrowed like a cat’s. ‘You will not speak again.’

The steel in her voice quieted Lukien. Annoyed, he stepped back from the altar.

‘Amaraz, there is truth in what Lukien says. Will you help him in his quest?’

‘I am always with him, Minikin.’

‘And the armour – can it be defeated with your help?’

‘Not with my help, no,’ said Amaraz.

The answer perplexed Minikin. ‘How, then, if not by you?’

‘The Bronze Knight will find the way.’

‘Amaraz, please . . . if there is an answer you must tell us,’ implored Minikin.

‘I cannot.’

Minikin blinked at him. ‘Cannot? Why not?’

The storminess that had been there before fled Amaraz’ astonishing face. With great softness he said to Minikin, ‘There are things even you may not know until the time has come, dear Minikin. You are in the mortal world. To reveal the workings of everything would destroy the life you know.’

The little woman thought for a moment, then nodded. ‘You are right, Amaraz. I understand.’ She took a rueful
breath. ‘Lukien will ride for Liiria. If there are secrets to be discovered along the way, he will find them.’

‘I will be with him, have no doubt,’ said Amaraz. ‘I will protect him as I can.’

Then, to Lukien’s surprise, the face of Amaraz swirled into the blue light and was gone. One by one the Akari in the chamber began to fade. The walls that had so grandly expanded became as they once were, and were soon replaced by the darkness of his own closed eyelid. Lukien unsteadily opened his eye. He was exhausted from what had happened. His legs felt rubbery beneath him. Miraculously, his hand was still where he had left it – palm down on the altar.

‘Lukien?’ Minikin asked. She pulled her own hand from the altar and smiled at him. ‘How do you feel?’

‘I feel . . . astonished.’

‘It is like that the first time,’ said Minikin, then added, ‘and every time afterward.’

‘Is that all?’ asked Lukien. His eyes darted around the prayer room. ‘I mean Amaraz – has he nothing else to tell us?’

‘He has told us enough. You must go after Baron Glass, Lukien.’

‘Yes, but I would have done that anyway. Minikin, there must be something more, surely! Why will Amaraz not speak to me?’

Minikin’s impish face was serene. ‘I do not know, Lukien. I am sorry. But Amaraz will tell us no more. Remember, there is a way to defeat the armour . . .’

‘He didn’t say that,’ retorted Lukien. ‘All he gave us was riddles.’

‘There
is
a way,’ Minikin repeated. ‘Amaraz merely said that he was not the way. It is out there for you to discover.’

‘Minikin, I—’

‘Shh,’ urged the mistress. She put up a tiny finger but could not reach his lips. ‘There is nothing to argue over.
You must go after Baron Glass, Lukien. You must go to Liiria and try to stop him.’ Then she smiled at him oddly.

‘What?’ he asked. ‘Something else?’

‘Lukien, you won’t be going to Liiria alone,’ said Minikin. She took his hand and began leading him out of the chamber. ‘Come. There is someone I want you to meet.’

By the time Lukien reached the main level of Grimhold his head was still reeling from his remarkable encounter with Amaraz. Part of him felt lighter than air, as if his mind had been liberated from some steel cage. But he was also exhausted. The long ride to Jador and then Grimhold had left him sleepless for almost two days. He no longer wanted to fret over Thorin or talk about strategy. He simply wanted sleep. Seeing this, Minikin led him to one of the keep’s countless chambers. It was near the stairwell to the underground and had a cot and a few crude chairs. At first Lukien protested, because he had his own bedchamber in Grimhold and desperately wanted to go there, but Minikin insisted that he wait for her in the sad little room.

Too tired to argue – and curious about her strange proclamation earlier – Lukien collapsed onto the cot and waved her away, begging her to bring this strange new comrade to him quickly, whoever he was. Minikin shut the door to the chamber, leaving Lukien alone. There was no window in the room and the only light came from an oil lamp on a nearby table. Reaching over, Lukien trimmed the wick to darken the room, then closed his tired eye and sighed. He supposed Minikin was fetching one of the Inhumans to help him. Like Ghost, it would probably be someone with an amazing magical ability, and he wondered who it might be. By now he knew most of the Inhumans, didn’t he?

He settled into the cot and relaxed. It would be good to have help, he decided. Finding Thorin would be difficult. And if he had to fight him . . .

Before he could finish his thought, he was taken by sleep.
His slumber was short, however, interrupted by a sudden rap on the door. Lukien shook his head and sat up on the cot.

‘Come . . .’

The door opened and Minikin appeared, her elvish face lit with a peculiar smile. Behind her was a woman Lukien had never seen before, a beautiful young woman with golden hair and powerful eyes, her slender body unobscured by Minikin’s diminutive form. The sight of the woman made Lukien rise from his cot. She was lovely, and oddly familiar. He started to greet them both . . .