The Devil's Armour (Gollancz S.F.) (65 page)

One of the figures was Kamag. He was talking, though very softly. The other figure shocked Lorn, for it was clearly a woman. Deciding to be part of their conversation, he loudly cleared his throat.

Both Kamag and the woman turned toward him at once. Kamag’s eyes were wide with worry, but the woman – a very young and beautiful one – seemed happily surprised.

‘Wait,’ said Kamag, standing up at once. ‘Do not come closer.’

‘No,’ said the woman. She stood as well. Her eyes met Lorn’s across the room. ‘This is the Norvan?’ When Kamag nodded she smiled. ‘I want to meet him.’ She waved Lorn into the room ‘Come ahead. We are alone here.’

Though the situation disturbed Kamag, Lorn was too curious not to accept the invitation. He approached the
woman, examining her. She was Ganjeese, like Kamag, with raven hair and piercing eyes and skin like molasses, darkly shining in the lamplight. Her clothes were expensive; she was a woman of means. A brocade of scarlet silk covered her shoulders and a long gold skirt covered her legs down to her sandalled feet. Her toes wore rings, her neck green gems, and her smile warmed the chamber as she met Lorn. Not knowing how best to greet her, Lorn bowed slightly.

‘Lady,’ he said, ‘I think I owe you some thanks. Are you the one Kamag told us of? The one who seeks to protect us?’

‘I am discovered,’ said the young woman. She was barely more than a girl, but had the manners of one raised in court. ‘My name is Salina.’

‘Princess!’ gasped Kamag.

‘It is all right, Kamag, he would have guessed soon enough.’ The young woman put out her hand for Lorn. ‘Please, sit and talk with me. It is you I came to see.’

Lorn took her hand uncertainly. ‘You are a princess? A princess of Ganjor?’

‘Only one of many daughters to my father,’ said Salina. ‘Will you sit with me and talk?’

There was no way Lorn could resist. He let Salina pull him down next to her.

‘Forgive me, my lady, but I have questions.’ Lorn shrugged, not knowing where to start. ‘This whole thing confuses me.’

‘I understand, of course,’ said Salina. ‘But let us talk in private. Kamag, will you leave us for a while? I wish to speak alone with him.’

Kamag looked disapprovingly at the girl. Finally he nodded and left them alone. When he was gone Salina poured a cup of shrana for Lorn. Lorn took the cup but did not drink. He was full of questions but didn’t know where to begin, and the sight of his pretty young benefactor tied his tongue in a knot.

‘My people, upstairs,’ he began haltingly. ‘My friends.
They are all grateful to you, as am I. But I need you to explain it to me, madam. Who are you? And why are you helping us?’

‘My name is Salina,’ said the girl, ‘but you already know that. And you know that I am a daughter of King Baralosus.’

Lorn nodded. ‘A princess.’

‘Yes. And I’m not supposed to be here now . . .’ She smiled at him. ‘What is your name?’

‘Lorn is my name. I am a Norvan.’

Princess Salina eyed him. ‘Lorn?’

‘That’s right.’

She hesitated. ‘I am not an uneducated woman, but the only Norvan man I’ve ever heard of is named Lorn. But he’s supposed to be dead now. Tell me – is yours a very common name in Norvor?’

‘Not very,’ Lorn replied. ‘Princess, you have already trusted me – though I know not why. So I will trust you now. I am Lorn of Norvor, once a king and now just a man. If you have heard of me then I suppose the things you’ve heard are not good. But I ask your faith regardless.’

Princess Salina was enthralled. ‘King Lorn, you are supposed to be dead.’

‘Perhaps, though rumours of my continued existence seem to be following me south. You see, my lady, why I am so skittish of you and your friends. There was a duke in Dreel who said he wanted to help me, too. Now he’s dead.’

‘You are a hunted man, then?’

‘So it seems.’

‘I assure you, I did not know who you were before you told me.’

The two strangers stared at each other over the table. Lorn saw sincerity in Salina’s eyes, but he wasn’t sure it was reflected back.

‘Shall we trust each other?’ he asked.

Salina nodded, and like a dam Lorn burst forth with his whole intriguing tale. He told Salina how he’d been
betrayed back home in Norvor, and how Jazana Carr had stolen his country, eventually driving him into exile with his daughter. From there he’d gone to Liiria, he told her, hoping to help them in their battle against Jazana, but in Liiria’s library he’d discovered something amazing – a story about a desert kingdom where blind and deaf children could be made whole. Salina listened without interruption, occasionally sipping from her shrana cup but also ensnared by Lorn’s amazing tale. When at last he reached the part where he and the Believers reached Ganjor, he leaned back with a great sigh, feeling the anvil of his burden lift from his chest.

‘And now there’s you,’ he said softly, ‘and I don’t know what to do. We must reach Jador, you see. If my daughter is ever to be healed . . .’ He shrugged. ‘I have no choice.’

Salina’s face filled with sympathy. ‘I do not know what you will find in Jador, King Lorn. Perhaps the Jadori will welcome you, but I have heard that many of the Seekers that cross the desert never reach Grimhold, that place you call Mount Believer. They are left there to wait outside the city gates. They do not live happy lives.’

‘Still, I must try,’ Lorn said, though the news deflated him. ‘If this Grimhold exists, then I must convince the lords of Jador to let me enter it.’

‘You may try, but you will likely never make it to Jador,’ warned the princess. ‘Kamag has already told you about Prince Aztar, but he has not told you that Aztar plans an attack on Jador.’

Lorn stiffened. ‘What?’

‘It is the truth,’ said Salina. ‘Even now his men gather in the desert, preparing. And they are not just a few. They are very many, very strong. If you cross the desert now, you will be riding into your doom.’

‘No,’ Lorn groaned. He slumped back against his haunches. ‘If Jador is conquered . . .’ It was unthinkable. He’d come so far, so close. ‘They will destroy Mount Believer.’

‘If Jador falls, perhaps,’ conceded Salina. ‘But I have warned them. They know of Aztar’s plans now. They will be ready for him.’

‘Then Jador must not fall,’ Lorn decreed. ‘I will not let it.’

Salina grinned. ‘Have you a choice?’

‘There are always choices, Princess,’ he said, and in saying it reminded himself of the thing he’d told Van back in Liiria. ‘A man can fight or a man can flee. I will fight.’

‘Fight? But you are one man! Your friends, they are ill and crippled. No, you must stay in Ganjor, King Lorn, at least until the battle is over. If Jador still stands, then perhaps you may go.’

‘No. That’s not a chance worth taking. I have to go, and I cannot waste time. I must get Poppy to Jador before the city falls.’

‘You are not listening,’ said Salina. ‘There is nothing you can do to stop Aztar, King Lorn. The battle is coming.’

‘Then I will join the battle,’ said Lorn. ‘I will help the Jadori fight this so-called prince.’

Salina was stone-faced. ‘You will die. You have no chance against Aztar and his men. You may not even reach Jador before they find you. They will skin you alive in the middle of the desert, or tie you to a rock and let the sun do their work. They hate you, Lorn of Norvor. Do you not understand that?’

‘I understand, Princess,’ said Lorn, ‘but do you understand what I have been through? I have given up everything to bring Poppy to this place! I cannot stop now. I would rather die.’

The princess was silent for a moment, then smiled. ‘I believe you.’

Lorn said calmly, ‘You can still help me, Princess. You can look after the people that I’ve brought with me. There’s no reason for all of them to risk death.’

‘But they will want to go with you, surely.’

The words softened Lorn’s heart. ‘Aye, they will want that, but you are right – they are not strong enough to fight
Prince Aztar, and I must travel quickly if I’m to reach Jador in time.’ Lorn paused a moment. They were not easy words to speak. ‘I will leave them here, under your care,’ he said. ‘If, as you say, there is no room for us in Grimhold, then I will come back to them.’

‘If you’re still alive,’ said Salina.

‘Indeed. If I’m still alive. But if Grimhold will take them I will send for them. Tell them to be ready, Princess.’

‘Me? Shouldn’t you tell them yourself?’

Lorn shook his head. ‘I cannot. I must leave at once with Poppy. Can you get me a horse, Princess? And milk and other provisions for the ride?’

Salina began to speak, then stopped herself. Over Lorn’s shoulder something had gotten her attention.

‘Look,’ she said softly.

Lorn turned to see what had disturbed her, then saw Eiriann standing on the threshold of the tavern. Her face was taut with anger. In her hands was Poppy, silently asleep. How long she had been there Lorn didn’t know, but it was plain from her expression that she had heard too much. Lorn and Salina both rose from the table.

‘Eiriann . . .’

‘We waited for you after Dreel,’ Eiriann sneered. ‘And now you would abandon us?’

The words stabbed him like daggers. Lorn went to her. ‘For the sake of your lives, girl . . .’

‘We have no lives! We left them behind in Liiria. You know that.’ Eiriann looked at Salina. ‘You are a princess?’

Salina nodded quietly.

‘Then I thank you for your help, my lady. But we are not staying.’ Eiriann stared sharply at Lorn. ‘Do you hear me? We’re going with you.’

For a moment Lorn was enraged, but his anger passed when he saw the resolve in young Eiriann’s eyes. Instead of ranting, he laughed.

‘Fire and steel!’ he declared. ‘More mettle than my own men of Norvor.’ He turned to Salina. ‘The girl is right,
Princess, and I am a fool for not wanting her with me. We are all going to Jador.’

Princess Salina hid her sadness poorly. ‘It is dangerous.’ She looked at Eiriann imploringly, a girl who was almost her age exactly. ‘Think of the child if you won’t think of yourself.’

‘This child isn’t mine,’ said Eiriann. ‘Unless I make it to Mount Believer, I will never have a child of my own to hold. I am sorry, Princess, but all of us must go.’

Lorn nodded. ‘In the morning.’

Seeing their resolve, Princess Salina could only accept it. ‘Then you must sleep,’ she said. ‘When you awake there will be food and fresh animals for you, and a map that may take you around Aztar’s army.’ She smiled at them both. ‘You are very brave, but I feel very stupid for helping you to die.’

‘You are not helping us die, Princess,’ said Lorn. ‘You are giving us a chance to live.’

A breeze from the desert sighed through the streets of Jador’s outlying town. Gilwyn Toms lifted his head, thinking he heard the stirrings of men. From the outskirts of the city, amid the old constructs of northern merchants and the newly built homes of Seekers, he could see the night-blanketed sands, lit with starlight and peppered by the torches of Aztar’s army. It seemed to him that the sun had fled quickly this evening, leaving only dread. He watched the desert for a moment and, realising the raiders were not yet on the move, forced himself to be calm. All around him, the outskirts of Jador had been abandoned by women and children, leaving only able-bodied men to defend the streets. Inside the city’s white wall, Jador itself was filled to bursting now. Every home within the wall – even the palace – was crammed with people, all of whom shared his dread of the morning.

Gilwyn took a breath as he watched the desert. Edgy nerves made his stomach pitch, for he knew what the darkness hid. He had seen them through the eyes of his kreels – a great mounted mass of men in gakas with scimitars. Aztar’s flag flew in that darkness, rallying the nearly two thousand Voruni he’d brought with him. Hardly more than a mile away, the raiders camped and awaited the morning. They were a great force now. Worse, Salina’s message had given them less than a week to prepare, and though Minikin had rallied her forces too, they were not so
many as Aztar commanded. Jador still suffered shortages of everything, still lingered under the effects of its last battle a year ago, and they had only been able to field two hundred kreel riders. Was it enough, Gilwyn wondered?