The Shadow's Heir (The Risen Sun) (32 page)

Outside, a passing servant told them the feast was being held on top of the Council Tower, where celebrations usually were.

Sure enough, when Laela emerged into the open air, she found herself surrounded by the sounds of music and laughter. People and griffins were everywhere, mingling freely. Night had come by now, and long, metal stakes holding torches lit up the place. A group of musicians were playing, and tables had been set up and laden with food.

Some of the feasters were sitting down, but plenty were walking around freely. A few people were even dancing.

Oeka saw the carcasses that had been laid out for the griffins. “I will go and eat now, Laela,” she said. “Go—find food for yourself. Enjoy yourself!” she added. “We are home, and all is well. This is our night.”

Laela nodded vaguely and wandered off among the crowd. She stopped at the nearest table and helped herself to a slab of bread covered in hot venison, and some cheese, roasted carrots, and a toffee-coated apple to follow. The finest mead, all the way from Fruitsheart, had been brought out, and she gulped down a mugful. It warmed her up and made her feel better, so she had another one.

“Gods, I needed that.” She sighed.

Without any warning, a man appeared to her right. He shouted something at her in the dark tongue, and clapped her hard on the shoulder.

Laela almost hit him before she realised he was being friendly. “Hullo,” she said, using griffish.

The man grinned and held out a hand. “Sorry,” he said. “Had a little too much t’drink.”

Laela linked fingers with him and gave the traditional tug. “I understand that just fine,” she said. “I’m plannin’ t’have too much myself, in fact.”

The man laughed loudly. “That’s the spirit. Name’s Dewitt. My dad’s the Master of Building.”

“Pleased t’meet yeh,” Laela said politely.

“I’m more than pleased t’meet ye, my lady,” said Dewitt. “I’m honoured.”

Laela laughed awkwardly. “I ain’t nobody special.”

“Ye freed the slaves, my lady,” said Dewitt, completely serious now. “I heard the whole story.”

“I did my duty,” said Laela.

Dewitt looked keenly at her. “Yer duty to who, though?”

“To the North,” said Laela.

He grinned. “Thought ye’d say that. Well, I’ve got more drinkin’ to do, so if ye’ll excuse me . . .”

Laela let him go and refilled her own mug before wandering off through the crowd. To her surprise, more than one person stopped her to say similar things as Dewitt. They called her by her title now, all of them. Lady Laela. There were no suspicious looks or half-hidden sneers.

Laela, by now a little drunk, ran into Arenadd almost without realising it. He had been talking quietly to someone, and when he saw her, his expression faltered for an instant before he relaxed again. “Laela, there you are,” he said. “We were just talking about you.”

Laela nodded briefly to him. “Sire.”

The person Arenadd had been talking to was a woman—and Laela was surprised when she recognised her. It was Aderyn—the priestess who had first begun to teach her about the Night God.

Tonight, Aderyn was wearing a fine silver gown, and she looked at Laela with open admiration. “So here ye are,” she said. “Home triumphant, eh, my lady?”

Laela smiled at her. “Hullo. By the Night God, I’m surprised t’see yeh here. How’ve yeh been?”

“I’ve been well,” said Aderyn. “But not as well as ye, by the sound of it. The King tells me ye did us all a great service in Amoran.”

“My duty,” Laela said automatically.

“A great service,” said Aderyn. “To the King, to the North, to the darkmen—an’ so to the Night God herself.”

Laela grunted noncommittally. The idea of doing anything for a god didn’t appeal to her much now.

“So Aderyn and I have decided,” Arenadd cut in. “Tell her, Aderyn.”

“Yes, Sire.” Aderyn folded her hands over her stomach. “We’ve decided it’s high time ye were welcomed into the Night God’s arms, Laela.”

Laela’s insides lurched slightly. “What d’yeh mean by that?”

“That it’s time for the womanhood ceremony,” said Aderyn.

“Oh.”

“We’ve decided the Crow tribe is right for ye,” the priestess went on. “So yer own ceremony must happen on the night of the new moon—an’ it’ll be a while before that happens!” She chuckled and pointed at the sky. “See how bright the Night God’s eye is tonight. I’ve never seen it so big. She must know great things are happening down here.”

Laela followed her hand, and gasped. The moon was enormous. Tinged with gold, it sat on the horizon like a massive . . .

. . . eye.

Laela shivered. “Is it meant t’do that?”

“It’s happened before,” said Arenadd. “It’s a sign that the Night God is watching very closely.” He kept his eyes on the moon as he spoke, and Laela caught just a hint of unease in his voice. “Very closely,” he said again, more quietly.

“Well,” said Aderyn. “What do ye think, my lady? Are ye ready for it?”

“I suppose so,” said Laela, without enthusiasm.

“Good. Then I’ll take it up with the High Priestess. I’m sure she’ll be happy t’ask the Crow priestess to conduct the ceremony.”

“Yeah.” Laela took another swallow from her mug and muttered a quick “Excuse me” before walking off.

She didn’t want to think about the Night God now. She didn’t want to think of Gryphus, either. Once upon a time, she’d been more or less indifferent to the whole idea of gods, but now they made her feel sick and frightened. She was tired of it all.

She distracted herself with another drink and some more food. It left her stomach feeling warm and wonderful, and she relaxed again.

Laughter rose from the crowd nearby, and Laela stopped and watched as Penllyn staggered away, helping a visibly drunk Saeddryn. She laughed, and only laughed again more loudly at how Aenae primly ignored the jokes being thrown at him.

Saeddryn’s gown was a mess, and the silver circlet with the crescent moon she wore was askew. She muttered some half-coherent curse, before Penllyn led her away through the trapdoor and down into the tower.

Laela took a swig of mead and snickered to herself. She hoped Oeka hadn’t missed it.

She turned, hoping to see her around, and froze when her eye caught someone else. He had seen her, too, and now he was coming toward her.

“Yorath.”

Yorath had grown a beard. It made him look older, more mature and reserved. “Laela.”

They stood awkwardly, neither one willing to speak.

“How have yeh been?” Laela said eventually.

Yorath smiled, but it was a careful smile. “I’ve been . . . well, my lady.”

“Don’t call me that, Yorath,” said Laela.

“I have to,” said Yorath. “Ye’re a lady now.”

There was another awkward silence.

“I heard about the Amorani prince,” said Yorath. “I’m happy for ye. Really.”

“What?” Laela started. “No, Yorath—stop. It wasn’t like that.”

“Really? How wasn’t it? My lady.”

“I never even slept with him, Yorath,” Laela lied. “He didn’t come back with us. It was just a marriage of convenience. The Emperor wouldn’t let us seal the deal with him without it. It’s an Amorani custom.”

“Oh.” Yorath’s face was blank.

“I had t’do it,” said Laela, not sure whom she was trying to convince. “Sometimes the realm comes before we do.”

“Exactly,” said Yorath.

Laela watched him unhappily. He wasn’t angry with her, not really. For her part, she didn’t know what to say or how she felt.

“Well,” said Yorath. “I’m . . . I think I’ll go and get something to eat if that’s all right with ye, my lady.”

Laela searched desperately for something to say. Something, anything. Something to reach out to him, to show him she still . . .

. . . still what?

Yorath took her silence as permission and walked away.

Laela, watching him go, tried to convince herself that she was upset.

But she wasn’t. No matter how hard she tried, she felt nothing. It was as if Yorath were a stranger to her now. She’d enjoyed her time with him, but now it was over and there was nothing she could do.

The last of the enjoyment had gone out of the evening. Laela finished her drink, put the mug down on a table, and wandered off. She needed to get back to her room and sleep off the mead, and hopefully it would all look clearer in the morning.

She couldn’t see Oeka anywhere, so she shrugged and went down through the trapdoor. It was warmer inside, and she stumped off down the sloped corridor and into the tower proper.

As she was passing a door, she heard the faint sound of a voice. She paused to listen, and grinned to herself. It was Saeddryn. No doubt the High Priestess was doing what Bran had always called “lettin’ the drink do the talkin’.”

Laela pressed herself against the door and listened.

That was when she realised there was more than one voice.

30

Under the Watching Moon

T
he voices were speaking griffish. Even though Laela knew the language fairly well by now, here it was being spoken fast and fluently—and coming through a thick door—and she struggled to keep up.

“. . . supposed to come back!” This was Saeddryn’s voice.

“Did . . . could . . . try.” A second voice. It was a man’s, but Laela didn’t think she recognised it.

“. . . didn’t try hard enough!” Saeddryn’s higher voice carried more.

There was a sound of footsteps, as one of the speakers moved closer to the door. Laela started away instinctively, but returned when she heard the man’s voice, more clearly this time. “He went right into the Sun Temple!” he said. “I did everythin’ to goad him into it, and Seerae kept the Mighty Sk—”

“Shut up!” Saeddryn came closer, too. “Do ye want the whole Eyrie t’know?”

“Well, ye can forget tryin’ again,” the man snapped back. “It’s impossible. The Night God is watchful and protective.”

Silence.

“I know the Night God,” Saeddryn said at last. “Don’t ye dare question her will!”

“I’m sorry, Holy One,” said the man. “But in all honesty, how d’ye expect us to ever succeed? With the Mighty Skandar there, nobody could ever—”

Something huge shifted its bulk on the other side of the door. “I shall take care of my father,” said another voice. A griffin’s voice.

“There shall be no faltering,” a fourth voice agreed. Another griffin. “I shall see my mother avenged.”

“But how?” Saeddryn, a note of despair in her voice.
“How?”

“Do not despair,” said the first griffin.
Aenae,
Laela thought. “He has returned weakened. And he need not be killed at all. As long as the people believed it . . . how would they know he was not dead when he was put into his tomb?”

They’re gonna kill him,
Laela thought, quite calmly.
They want t’kill Arenadd. And Skandar, too.

“Yes,” Saeddryn muttered. “Of course! I’ve seen him rendered unconscious many times—put a dagger in his heart and leave it there, and he won’t wake. If we could . . .”

“He saved our whole country,” the man said coldly. “And ye’re talkin’ about burying him alive.”

“But what else can we
do
?” said Saeddryn.

“If he could be persuaded to—”

“I already tried that! All of us tried it! He wouldn’t listen! I know he did great things for us, but it’s time this land moved on. Or would ye prefer to sit back and do nothing while we make treaties with
sun worshippers
?”

Laela moved away from the door.
I’ve stayed here way too long,
she thought.

She had. As she turned to leave as quietly as she could, the door opened. There was a shout, and before she could do anything someone had grabbed her by the shoulder. She didn’t struggle as she was dragged into the room and hurled down.

Saeddryn stood over her. She looked furious, and a lot less drunk than she’d seemed.
“Half-breed!”
she snarled.

Laela stood up and brushed herself off as coolly as she could. “Lady Saeddryn.” She looked toward the man who’d been with her, and nodded. “An’ Lord Penllyn.”

Aenae started up furiously, raising his talons. “You were listening!” he hissed. He looked very much like his father in that moment.

“Yeah, I was listenin’,” said Laela. “Seems you lot’ve got somethin’ t’learn about secrecy.”

“What are we going t’do now?” said Penllyn.

“Kill her,” said Aenae. “I will make sure that there are no remains.”

“I think I got a better idea,” Laela said hastily.

“And what is that?” demanded Seerae—Penllyn’s griffin.

“Let me join yeh,” said Laela. “Help yeh. I’m the one the King trusts most; I could be the answer to yer prayers.”

“The King gave ye everything,” said Saeddryn. “Why would ye want to betray him?”

Laela snarled at her. “Because he murdered my mother,” she said. “That’s why.”

“What?” Penllyn’s eyes widened. “When? How d’ye know?”

“I’m a half-breed,” said Laela. “My mother was a Southerner, then, wasn’t she? An’ the King killed her, with his own hands. He killed my uncle, too, an’ my grandparents. My whole family. Don’t yeh think I want revenge for that?”

“Ye could have taken it this whole time,” said Saeddryn. “An’ if ye knew that, why did ye join with him in the first place? Why did ye save him from the river?”

“I was bidin’ my time,” said Laela. “Waitin’ until I was as close to him as I could get. Doin’ everythin’ to make him trust me.”

“But why rescue him?” said Saeddryn.

Laela thought of Gryphus. “I wanted him t’die on my terms,” she said. “That’s why.”

Penllyn still looked nervous and suspicious, but Aenae had retracted his talons. “Perhaps we can make use of her,” he said.

There was a glitter in Saeddryn’s eyes that made her look very much like her cousin. “It seems we have a common goal, then, Lady Laela.”

“Yeah, we do,” said Laela. “But don’t think I’m trustin’ yeh until yeh let me out of here.”

“Of course.” Saeddryn stood aside, leaving the path to the door clear. “Go, then. I’ll think on what ye’ve said, an’ send a message when the time is right.”

“Right.” Laela nodded to her and strode away, aware of Aenae’s stare on the back of her neck all the while.

When she was out of the room, it took a strong effort not to run. She did her best to look as calm as possible and walked rapidly away back up the corridor the way she’d come.

She reached the top of the tower again without any trouble. By now, the feast was starting to wind down; most of the food was gone, and the guests along with it. Laela walked rapidly toward the other edge of the tower, looking for Arenadd.

But Skandar wasn’t there, and she knew that Arenadd would be with him. Laela swung around and went back toward the trapdoor, her heart pattering frantically.

“Laela!”
The cry came from above, and something big rushed straight at her.

Laela screamed.

“Laela!
Laela!
Do not do that!”

“Oeka!” Laela clutched at her chest. “Don’t ever do that again!”

“Sorry.” Oeka dipped her head briefly. “I was looking for you. Where have you been?”

“I went inside,” said Laela. “Did yeh see where Arenadd went?”

“The Mighty Skandar has gone back to his nest, and his human with him,” said Oeka.

“Then that’s where we’re goin’.”

“Why?” Oeka complained. “I am tired, and I have eaten too much; I want to sleep.”

“Later,” said Laela. “This is important.”

“What is it?” said Oeka.

Laela was already going inside. “I’ve got somethin’ to tell Arenadd, an’ I need you with me.”

“Of course I will stay with you,” said Oeka.

Arenadd’s chambers were directly below the feast. Laela went into the audience chamber, noting the lack of any guards. At the far end of it, she knocked on Arenadd’s door.

No-one answered.

She knocked again, harder. “Arenadd! Arenadd, it’s me!”

The door opened, and there he was, still dressed and looking slightly surprised. “Laela. What’s wrong?”

She pushed past him and into the bedchamber. “Are yeh alone?”

“Aside from Skandar. He’s probably asleep right now. Laela, what’s going on? You look frantic.”

Laela pulled herself together. “Arenadd, it’s yer cousin. I heard her, with Penllyn an’ their griffins.”

“What?” Oeka pushed in. “What is this, Laela?”

“Saeddryn’s plottin’ against yeh, Arenadd,” said Laela. “Plannin’ t’kill yeh! She’s—”

“—not even slightly surprised,” said a voice.

Laela turned. “You!”

Saeddryn stood in the doorway, her arms folded. “See, this is what I told ye from the start, Sire. Never trust a half-breed. They’re half one way an’ half another. Which half are ye going to trust?”

“Yeh followed me here!” Laela accused.

“Of course. Ye didn’t think I was going t’trust ye that easily, did ye?”

“Well, it’s too late,” said Laela. “Arenadd knows now, an’ you’re dead.” She glanced at Arenadd, to see how he was taking it.

Arenadd watched as Saeddryn stood aside and Aenae came in after her. Quickly, he crossed the room and took something from his desk. He stuffed it into his robe, and then turned to face his cousin. “Well,” he said. “You
finally
decided to make your move, did you, Saeddryn?”

Saeddryn froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Arenadd sighed. “You really thought I didn’t know what you were up to, didn’t you? After all these years, you still underestimate me.”

“I don’t know what ye’re talking about,” said Saeddryn.

Arenadd stood very still in the firelight, seeming to grow taller every moment. “No-one can creep up on the Shadow That Walks. No-one can kill him. No-one can withstand him. Did you really think you could outmanouevre me, Saeddryn? Defeat me? You, a mortal?”

“I’ve seen ye defeated before, Sire,” said Saeddryn.

“And you’ve seen me outlast and destroy everyone who ever did,” said Arenadd. “Haven’t you?”

Saeddryn drew herself up. “Tara needs a new ruler, Arenadd,” she said. “It has done for years.”

Arenadd paused. “I agree.”

Penllyn appeared, coming to join Saeddryn. “Then ye’ll step down?” he said.

“Yes.”

“No!”
Laela went to Arenadd, taking him by the arm. “Arenadd, no!”

Arenadd grinned horribly at Saeddryn. “If you want this Kingdom so badly, cousin, then have it. But listen to me and remember this forever: I will never leave this land again. One day you’ll die. Every day your death comes closer. But I will be here until the end of time.”

“I know,” said Saeddryn. “An’ that’s why we have to do this. I’m sorry.” She stood aside, and Aenae charged, straight at him.

Laela screamed.

But Arenadd only laughed. He put his arm around Laela, holding her tightly to his chest, and stepped sideways, into the shadows.

Aenae’s charge came up short. He ran into the fireplace and stumbled backward, shaking his head and snorting. Saeddryn ran forward to the spot where Arenadd had been and thrust an arm into the shadows, trying to find him.

There was no sign of him anywhere.

Saeddryn screamed. “
Damn him!
Penllyn, get out of here! Alert everyone. I want him found. We have to finish this,
now
.”

Aenae rubbed his head against his flank, cleaning off the ashes. “Do what you choose,” he hissed, rising again and stepping toward the archway into Skandar’s nest. “I will finish my own battle tonight.”

A small brown shape stepped in front of him.

Aenae paused. “Move, little griffin, or die.”

Oeka hissed softly. “You will not hurt my human, or her master.”

Aenae said nothing. He lifted one huge forepaw, and brought it down on Oeka’s head.

Oeka closed her eyes. An instant later, her entire body went rigid.

•   •   •

L
aela was terrified. She didn’t know where she was or what was happening. Everything around her had plunged into icy blackness, as if she’d gone blind. All she could feel was Arenadd’s arms, holding her tightly to his chest. Laela struggled, but a terrible strength had filled the King’s body. His chest felt as hard and cold as stone, and when she pushed against his arms, they didn’t move even slightly. She was utterly helpless.

The darkness seemed to rush past them, full of cold wind and howling voices. Laela didn’t know where they were, but she knew they were travelling. Somewhere.

Then, as quickly as it had begun it was over. The darkness disappeared, fading into ordinary night. Arenadd let go of her, and she staggered away, gasping.

“What was that? What happened? Where is this?”

It took her a few moments to calm down enough to realise they were in a perfectly ordinary alleyway. It looked as if it was somewhere in the city.

Arenadd leaned against a wall and looked up at the sky. “Relax,” he said. “We’re safe.”

The moon still felt unnaturally bright. Laela could see Arenadd perfectly. “Where’s Oeka?”

“I don’t know. But don’t worry; she can look after herself.”

“What
was
that?” said Laela. “That . . . darkness.”

Arenadd shrugged. “I took you through the shadows,” he said. “It was the best way to escape. We’re in the city.”

“The shadows? Is that yer power?” Laela was shaken.

“Yes,” said Arenadd. “I’ve got it back now, it seems.” He breathed deeply. “Gods, that felt good. No—stop!” Laela had started to walk toward the end of the alley.

“Don’t go out there,” said Arenadd. “Just stay here for a bit. We can’t risk being seen.”

“Why are we here?” said Laela. “Saeddryn’s—why did we leave? Why ain’t we goin’ back? She’s a traitor; she ought t’be in a cell by now!”

“We’re waiting for Skandar,” said Arenadd, ignoring her. “He’ll find us soon enough.”

After that, he refused to say anything and only kept his eyes on the sky.

Eventually, Skandar did indeed find them. Laela saw him flying overhead, and Arenadd sent out a call to him.

Moments later, the giant griffin landed. He was dishevelled and looked furious. “Why you here?” he demanded.

Arenadd went close to him, speaking rapidly in griffish.

Eventually, Skandar calmed down. “Go, then,” he said.

Arenadd got onto his back and leant down, offering a hand. “Get on,” he said. “Hurry.”

Laela glanced back, toward where the Eyrie rose high against the night sky. But she knew she couldn’t go back there without him. She didn’t trust anyone else there, not any more.

The moment she was on Skandar’s back, the giant griffin took off with a lurch and a flick of his wings.

Laela had thought they were going back to the Eyrie. But they weren’t. Skandar turned himself and flew away from it—away from the city. The walls passed beneath them, and they were flying over open country. And still they kept going.

Skandar flew over a river. Ahead, a second river gleamed silver in the moonlight; between them was nothing but forest. A little further southward the two rivers met, and that was where he landed, touching down in a small clearing where the moonlight made the snow look like crushed diamonds.