Chapter 12

 

"You're what?" growled Yago. The ogre stood shoulder-deep in his trench, glaringup at Atreus in slack-jawed disbelief.

"I'm going home," Atreus replied, squatting down to help his friend out of the hole.It was less than an hour after his revelation in the sun, and already the bottom ofthe clef ting was as cold as night "Come on."

Yago did not take the offered hand. "Already?" the ogre asked.

Atreus shrugged. "Seema was right," he said. "Langdarma is a myth."

The ogre eyed Atreus warily.

“They've been telling you that since Edenvale. Why believe them now?"

Atreus gestured at the icy wall behind them and said, "The glacier. If Langdarma ever existed, it's gone now."

Yago shook his head. "You said yourself there was a trick to it," he reminded Atreus. The ogre stooped down and returned to his digging, his voice becoming hollow and tinny. This isn't like you, giving up so easy."

"Don't!" Atreus leaped into the trench, grabbed the ogre's arm, and said, "Do you want me to say it? You were right Sune never meant to make me handsome.She just wanted me out of her church."

Yago frowned, pondering Atreus's words, then grew sad and covered his friend's shoulder with his big hand. "Well pay a visit to that fickle sow's temple when we getback," he promised, "and teach her a thing or two about making promises shedon't keep."

"You'd do that for me, I know, but this thing's ugly enough," Atreus said, pointing at his own face. "I don't want it known as the face that started a war."

Yago sighed and boosted Atreus up to the lowest of the boulders above theirheads, then they clambered out of the clef ting. Even in the shadow of the middleSister's looming cliffs, the air was much warmer than down in the chasm. This didlittle to cheer Atreus, who merely motioned for fee others to follow and started down the slope. The glacier below was still blinding white with the sun's afternoon reflection. With any luck, they could cross it and be well past the icefallbefore the evening shadows came.

Seema quickly caught up to him. "What did you find?" she asked.

"What you said I would," replied Atreus. "Nothing."

She frowned and said, "I said that you would find Langdarma inside. Did you not say you had after the avalanche?""I said a lot of things," Atreus replied. "I was half dead."Seema shook her head. "No," she said. "I saw ft in your eyes. You had seen it""Is it there now?" Atreus stopped and glared down at her and pressed, "Do you

still see it?" "No," Seema said as she backed away, her face growing pale. "I see only thatyou are angry with me."

The sight of Seema's alarm shamed Atreus. Her kindness had lulled him into forgetting that he was a monster, that on his face any sign of ire took on theappearance of a mortal threat He willed his face to relax and started down the slope again.

"I am angry, yes, but not with you," he said gently. "Without you, I would havegotten myself and my friends killed a dozen times. My anger is with my goddess andwith myself for being fool enough to believe her."

"There is no reason to be angry with either," said Seema "You have seen Langdarma.If youlookinside, youwill findit again." “I'm not interested in what's inside." Atreus could not keep the bitterness out of his voice. "I came to change what is on the outside." Seema shook her head sadly and said, "You have

forgotten everything."

"What have I forgotten? That I must change inside before I can change outside? Ihave heard that a thousand times, but I am done playing Sune's fool. I'll always have this face... no matter how I feel about it."

“That is true," said Seema.

"It is not what Sune promised. She deceived me."

Seema fell silent and looked away. They reached the bottom of the slope, stepped

out onto the sunny part of the glacier, and began to wind their way through a

labyrinth of boulders and crevasses toward the icefall. With the full sun beating down

on their backs, the four companions soon grew so hot that they removed their

cloaks and made poor Yago carry them in the supply bundle. The glare was

unbearable. Even squinting, it made their eyes burn and sent daggers of pain

shooting through their heads.

After a time, Seema returned to walk at Atreus's side. "It is not always cruel, you

know," she told him.

"What isn't?"

"Deceiving," Seema answered. "Sometimes it is done for

a person's own good."

This wasn't Sune didn't have to send me across the world to prove I would

always be ugly. I was pretty sure of that already."

"Perhaps that is not why she sent you," suggested Seema. "Perhaps she sent you

to learn that you are not ugly."

Atreus glared down at her. Thanks for trying," he said, "but I'm done with fables... and you're only making things worse.

Seema's head snapped away as though struck, and Atreus instantly regretted his words. He had not intended to hurt the healer's feelings, and he was not quitesure how he had. Most of the time, people were relieved to hear him acknowledge hishideous-ness. It freed them of the uncomfortable burden of pretending to find himattractive. Seema, on the other hand, had reacted as though he had called her ugly.Atreus thought the matter over a while longer, then shrugged. Perhaps she had justseen something particularly unpleasant in his face.

Seema did not speak again until they reached the edge of the icefall, where the littleglacier filled the air with groans and crackles as it spilled down to the main valley.

The afternoon can be a treacherous time to descend the fall," she said. "We could just as easily wait until morning, if you want to have a last look around the basin."

"Oh no, there is nothing to be gained by that," said Rishi. When the others frownedat his outburst, he cringed and added, "I mean to say, are we not running low onfood? It will be difficult enough to retrace our steps with the little we have."

“There's always you," suggested Yago.Rishi's eyes widened, and then he showed his teeth in an uneasy grin. "You are making a joke," Rishi said hopefully. "Very funny."The ogre looked toward Atreus, his brow furrowed as though confused, and asked, "What's he mean?"

Rishi paled and began to back away, and Seema regarded the ogre with a lookpreviously reserved only for Tarch. Atreus chuckled, the only one to realize that Yagowas still mocking the little Mar.

"Relax, Rishi, we'll be back in the Five Kingdoms long before Yago gets that hungry."

Atreus studied the avalanche run out at the base of the icefall. There was no longer a cloud of vapor hanging over its surface, and he could see an icy, funnel-shaped hole where Tarch had melted his way out of the snow. The sooner weget down from here, the better," Atreus added. "I fear I've put us at risk already."

Atreus pointed down at Tarch's escape hole.

Seema gasped and Rishi moaned. Yago simply removed Atreus's chain from the supply bundle and passed it forward. They spent a few minutes searching for their foe in the maze of seracs and crevasses below and finally gave up. Seema ledthem over to the edge of the glacier and started to pick a direct route down,reasoning that since they had not seen the tailed devil yet, he must be followingtheir old trail up the middle of the icefall.

A day in the sun had made slush of much of the ice. Although it was easy tokick steps in the steep sections, their feet were soon numb from the wet cold. They began to stumble and slip, even on relatively steady footing. Once, they nearlylost Yago when he slid fifty paces and slammed into a serac, toppling it over in theopposite direction. Both Rishi and Atreus had close calls when the stash gaveway beneath their boots and sent them gliding toward deep crevasses. As frightening as these mishaps were, none of them were as unnerving as the all-too-frequent boom of a falling ice block. Several times, they felt the glacier jumpwith the impact of a nearby monolith, and once they were showered with ice chipsfrom behind. It did not take long before they began to worry less about Tarch thanthawing seracs.

They were a thousand paces from the bottom, working their way down a steep ledge between a mountainous ice slab and a narrow lateral crevasse, when Atreus glimpsed movement out of the corner of his eye. He tapped Seema on theshoulder and whirled around. He found himself staring across an icy abyss deepinto a bluish maze of horizontal crevasses and cockeyed seracs. It looked likesome sort of crazy cemetery, full of open graves and monolithic tombstones.

"What is it?" Seema whispered.

"It can only be that tailed devil," Rishi hissed, leaping to conclusions. He glanced

up and down the steep ledge, then started to push his way forward. "Hurry! We are

doomed if he traps us here."

Yago grabbed the Mar from behind. "Stay put, or I push you in. And be quiet¹" His deep voice rumbled across the icefall twice as loud as Rishi's.

Atreus eyed the crevasse beside them, peering down into its blue depths. Atclose to four paces, it was wider than he felt comfortable jumping from a standstill, but there was another way.

"Yago, remember that game your nephews used to play with me?" The ogre scowled, thinking, then glanced at the crevasse and raised his heavybrow.

His answer was a cautious, "Yeah "

"Can you make it?"

The ogre scratched his head and closed one eye, measuring the distance.

"Probably," he said, "but you know it don't work unless there's someone on the

other side."

“There will be," Atreus promised.

Yago grinned and passed the supply bundle to Rishi.

Atreus looked across the crevasse into the maze of cockeyed seracs. He couldfeel the tailed devil out there watching them, nursing his cold anger. The Sistersof Serenity seemed a long way to come for retribution, but Tarch was after morethan simple vengeance. He was after Seema, and Atreus suspected the slavemaster would be willing to travel a lot farther than this to capture such a prize.

Atreus turned toward Rishi and Seema. "When Tarch comes," he told them, "flee uphill and circle around. He’ll be expecting you to run downhill."Seema frowned and asked, "Where will you be?"

"Well meet you down in the valley," he said, "but don't wait for us. If we're notthere before you, it means some-thing went wrong."

Seema shook her head. "I can't let you do this," she said. Tarch will kill you."

"He'll try." As Atreus spoke, a muffled splash sounded somewhere in the serac

field. There's going to be a fight, Seema. The only thing you can control is whetherit means anything."Seema closed her eyes, then nodded. "No killing," she insisted again. "Not on my behalf"

"No killing?" Yago grumbled. This fight's going to be hard enough—"

Atreus raised his hand to silence his friend.

"We've given our word, Yago. No killing. If you can't abide by that pledge, then you'll have to stay—""Not on your life!" The ogre glowered down at Seema, then nodded and said, "You have my word."

"And you mean to leave me here with the woman?" demanded Rishi. To Atreus's surprise, the Mar actually sounded insulted. "I am as much a man asyou. Have I not proven my skill in battle many times?"

“Too many times," Atreus said, "but someone has to stay—"

Atreus was cut off by an angry snarl and the sound of feet splashing throughslush. He turned to see Tarch charging out from the seracs, his reptilian scalesreflecting rainbows in the brilliant sun. Though the tailed devil carried no weapons, the claws at the ends of his fingertips looked more dangerous thanany sword, and of course he had plenty of other surprises.

Atreus stretched the chain between his hands, calling, "Now, Yago!"

In the next instant, he was dangling upside down by his ankles, swinging backward as Yago cocked him to throw.The wall of ice behind them was coming up perilously fast

“Throw, Yago! Throw!"

Atreus turned away just as his shoulder slammed into the ice, suddenly whippingforward and seeing the icy depths of me crevasse spin past beneath him. He caught a glimpse of Tarch's sharp-toothed mouth hanging agape, as he slammedinto the devil broadside and bowled him over backward.

Atreus came down flat, driving the wind out of his foe's lungs and winninghimself a much needed instant to secure his advantage. He sank his teeth intoTarch's ear and tasted something awful, like rotten fish. They began to slide downthe slushy slope, and Atreus smashed an elbow into the devil's flank.

The blow would have broken the ribs of a man, but it merely irritated Tarch.The devil growled once and hurled his attacker off. Atreus kept his jaw clenched,nearly snapping his own neck as the devil's ear came off in his teeth. Tarch roared in pain and slapped at his wound, then rolled to his knees. Atreus wasalready on him, whipping the chain into the slave master's skull time after time. He did not worry about his promise to Seema. It would take more than a few blowsto kill the devil.

In his confusion, Tarch actually brought his arms up to cover his head. Atreusswitched his chain to the body and heard a rib snap. If he could break five or sixmore, the agony just might make the devil flee.

As it was, the pain only brought Tarch to his senses. The devil lashed out with ahammer-hard fist and caught his attacker in the shin.

Atreus felt something snap and fell screaming. He landed head down on his backand started a long slide toward a nearby crevasse, but Tarch saw no delight insuch simple death. The devil caught him by his injured leg and reeled him back.

"Slag my boys, will you?" the devil growled. He twisted Atreus's leg around like awheel as Atreus wailed in pain and rolled to his stomach, still holding the chain. "Peelmybestgirl, willyou?"

Tarch twisted again. Atreus spun to his back and found himself looking up into hisfoe's sunken black eyes. Yago was sliding down the hill behind the devil, having just leaped across the crevasse.

"Before I'm done with you," said Tarch, "you'll be beggin' me to kill you nice and slow-like!"

"I doubt it," Atreus groaned.

He whipped the chain forward. Tarch hopped it with a quick one-two step and gave Atreus's leg a savage twist, then abruptly let go as a pair of huge hands caughthold of his tail. His eyes flashed crimson, and he started to turn. Yago yanked himoff his feet and spun him around, slamming the astonished devil into a serac.

There was a tremendous clatter, and the frozen monolith rained jagged shards ofice down on all three fighters. Tarch whirled on his attacker with slashing claws, buthe was no match for the strength of an ogre. Yago cocked his arms back for another smash, flinging the devil out to the end of his tail, then swung again, stepping into theblow like a woodsmasher clubbing down a tree.

Tarch hit with a resounding crash. Something deep inside the serac cracked,

and the monolith slumped forward. The devil let out a low groan and started to go

limp, shook himself back to consciousness, and managed to fix on angry glare on his

foe.

"One more time!" he hissed.

Yago brought his arms back for a smash Atreus prayed would finish their foe whena loud pop echoed across the ice. Tarch went sailing down the icefall, leaving his tailin Yago's hands and trailing an arc of rust-colored blood. The slaver crashed through an ice slab and landed ten paces below Atreus.

Yago scowled at the writhing appendage in his hands, staring at the meaty stumpas though he could not quite figure out what had happened. There was not as muchblood as Atreus would have expected, and he had the sinking feeling that the injury wasnot enfeebling. He drew his knee up beneath him, and even this little bit of effort sent daggers of pain shooting through his leg.

Yago tossed Tarch's tail into a crevasse and went crashing and sliding down theslope after the battered devil. On the other side of the chasm, Seema was reluctantlyfleeing up the ledge as instructed. Rishi was nowhere to be seen, but there was notime to worry about what had become of the Mar. Tarch was gathering himself up to meet Yago, and the ogre was chortling with overconfidence.

"Careful, Yago!" Atreus called, pushing himself up on his good leg. "Don't let him touch—"

Even as Atreus spoke, Yago launched himself into the air and landed on top of Tarch.They tumbled down the slope locked in a death clench. The devil was all but invisible inside the ogre's grasp, and Atreus could well imagine those hairy arms crushingthe slave master's battered ribs.

The pair bounced off a serac and slid toward a smile-shaped crevasse lyingacross the slope below. Atreus started after them, then howled in pain as he putweight on his injured leg. He managed two hopping steps before he fell on his back and started to slide. Instead of trying to stop, he steered himself in the general directionof the combat.

Whether Yago saw the crevasse below him was impossible to say, but Tarchmanaged to free a scaly arm and start scratching at the ice. Slowly, the sharp clawsarrested the pair's descent, bringing them to a halt only five paces above the icychasm. Yago rolled on top of his foe and sank his jagged yellow teeth into the devil's neck.

Atreus's heart leaped into his throat. Among ogres, this particular trick alwaysbrought the fight to a quick end.

Unable to free himself without ripping open his own neck, the victim either submittedor died. Atreus wanted to shout a reminder about not killing, but held his tongue. It would be too much of an advantage to let Tarch know they did not mean to slay him.

Atreus hit a shady spot and picked up speed. He rolled back into the sun, causinghis leg no end of agony, and began to claw at the slush trying to slow his descent before he smashed into the brawl and sent both combatants over the edge of the crevasse.

A muffled bellow sounded from the battle. Yago released his death hold and raised hishead. His eyes were wide with panic, his mouth was smeared with scales and blood,and Atreus knew instantly that Tarch had used his fear touch. The ogre slammed a huge palm into the devil's chest, then jumped up and began to back away, oblivious tothe danger of losing his footing or stepping into a crevasse.

"Yago, stop!" Atreus shouted, steering himself toward Tarch. "Look behind you!"

The ogre stopped, but could not bring himself to glance away from his scalyenemy. Tarch rolled to his knees. Atreus brought his good leg up, aiming a soggyboot at his enemy's face. The devil scowled; then Atreus was there, feeling the satisfying jolt of his heel smashing into the slave master's arrow-shaped nose.

The impact stopped Atreus dead and launched Tarch over backward. The devil landed on his back and slid headlong toward the crevasse below. As he was about toplummet into its grinning mouth, he whipped his legs over his head and somersaulted in the air and landed on his belly, his legs dangling over the brink of the icy chasmand his talons dug deep into its rim.

"Hurry Yago!" cried Rishi's voice. "Go and finish him!"

Atreus glanced over to see Rishi rushing up behind Yago, having done exactlythe opposite of what Atreus instructed. The little Mar tried to shove the terrified ogreinto battle and succeeded only in convincing him to retreat farther up the hill. Atreus cocked his knee back and pushed off, launching himself at Tarch.

The devil pulled one set of claws from the ice and pointed up the slope. A roilingorange cloud erupted from his fingers Atreus smelled brimstone and scorchedflesh and heard someone screaming.

He remained fully alert, gagging on the stench of his own burning flesh, watching the fire lick across his body, feeling his skin melt in the heat He saw Rishi dash across theslope to Tarch and start kicking at the claws still fastened in the ice. He heard Yagobellow, heard him come crashing across the glacier, felt the ogre's big hands rolling himthrough the sizzling slush, felt the icy coolness against his stinging flesh, and smelled, atlast, the flames hissing into steam.

Yago pulled him into his lap and cradled him against his chest. Atreus saw Rishi atthe edge of the crevasse, peering down into its blue depths. All that remained of Tarchwere a few rust-colored streaks on the brink of the chasm.

"I was afraid!" Yago moaned. "You needed me, and I couldn't move."

“Not your fault.”

The words echoed emptily inside Atreus's head. He could not make his lips work.

He did the same thing to me.

"Iamso... sor-ry!"Yagohadtroubleformingthislastword,whichwasasforeigntothe ogre tongue as the term for children won in a game of knucklebones was tohumans. "What happened to me?"

The ogre smashed his fist into the side of his own face. The blow struck so sharply that Rishi gave a start and nearly plummeted into the crevasse.

Yago spit an orange tooth out onto the ice, shouting, "Coward!"

Atreus fought through his pain and managed to grasp the ogre's arm. He shook

his head. Yago's eyes grew glassy. "Am so!" the ogre insisted. "You saw me... just standing there!"

"Atreus does not blame you, my friend," said Rishi. the Mar backed away from thecrevasse and came up to join them, grimacing at Atreus's condition. "The samething happened to him on the slave boat. It is the devil's touch."

"It don't matter," growled Yago. "I made the Vow. Shield-breakers aren't scared of nothing!"

"That is an impossible vow to keep. Every man fears something." Rishi graspedthe ogre's elbow and urged him up the hill, saying, "And now let us go. What became of Tarch I cannot tell, but it is too much to hope that a fall of only a fewhundred feet would kill him."

Yago started to rise, then caught himself and sat back down. "Let him come," hesaid. "I'm not running."

Atreus squeezed Yago's forearm and tried to nod. The effort sent waves of agony surging through his body, but he was terrified that the stubborn ogre would let hispride get them all killed. He could feel his own strength oozing out through hisscalded pores, but just as importantly, he could tell by the nervous edge in his friend's voice that Yago was not ready to face Tarch again.

"There, do you see?" Rishi asked, motioning to Atreus's nodding head. "The good

sir wants us to go. He needs Seema's help."

Yago scowled in thought, then reluctantly nodded. "Well go," he said "but not

because I'm scared."

"Oh no, there has never been any question of that," agreed Rishi. "I am

frightened enough for us all. You are thinking only of the good sir's welfare."

Still scowling, Yago started up the hill. Atreus's burns began to ache in earnest. He

could not keep from moaning as the ogre's clothes rubbed against his raw flesh. His

broken leg became a distant throbbing, and he slipped into a murky world of pain and

delirium. He grew desperately thirsty and started to shiver. Yago's voice became a

nightmarish roar, alternately trying to comfort Atreus and cursing himself for a coward.

Amazingly enough, Rishi proved the staunch one, continually reassuring Atreus that he

really looked no worse than before, perhaps even better. It was a terrible lie, of

course, but exactly what Atreus needed to hear.

Sometime later – it seemed hours, but could not have been more than three or four minutes-Seema came bounding and sliding down the slope. “How bad?” she demanded, dropping the supply bundle at Yago’s feet. “Put him down where I can seehim. Get those rags off him. Pack him in snow. Rishi, talk to him ! Keep talking ___”

Atreus's companions rushed to obey the healer's orders. His body roared with pain. When the tattered remnants of his clothes were pulled free, he could not helpscreaming. As much as it hurt to be touched, the cold slush had a numbing effecton his burns, and his anguish dulled to a raw ache.

Soon, he felt Seema's hands on him, rubbing his wounds with some minty-smelling potion. The sting faded completely, leaving him to a deeper anguish inside hisseared muscles. Seema uttered a spell in the exotic language of her magic, thenpressed her lips to Atreus's. He remembered the kiss of the day before and tried tosteal another, but she only wet his lips with one of her potions, using her own tongueto dribble it into his mouth.

A languid fog rose up to engulf him, and he prayed he would fall into insensiblesleep. Instead, he slipped into a terrible waking dream, aware of his anguish but apartfrom it conscious of what was happening but unable to do anything about it.

"What's wrong with him?" demanded Yago. "He's going to live, ain't he?"

"I have taken away his pain," answered Seema. "The rest is not for me to control."

"Don't you say that! You're a healer. Heal!"

"I have done what I can, but my magic is weak," Seema said. "What happened toTarch? Was there killing?""There will be if you don't do something... and fast!"Don't threaten her! Atreus wanted to shout the command, but he could not even

whisper it, could not even shake his head. He was a spectator in his own body."I am sure Seema is certainly doing her best," said Rishi. "She is as fond of Atreus inher way as you are in yours.""She has a bad way of showing it," snapped Yago. "If she would have let us killTarch in the first place..."

"I could not have done even this much for Atreus," said Seema. "Now tell me what happened. If you did not kill Tarch—" "He is most certainly alive!" said Rishi. "I saw him moving in the bottom of the crevasse." This was not what the Mar had told Yago, but Atreus was hardly in a position tocorrect him.

"I will try another time."

Again, Seema uttered one of her spells, then pressed her lips to Atreus's and dribbled more of her potion into his mouth. He slipped further into his dream-world, so that events alternately rushed by in a blur or crept past in excruciating slowness. He did not feel any stronger.

"Wellllll?" Yago's voice was deep and torpid.

"I don't know," Seema replied.

"You mean it isn't working!" Yago was silent for a moment, then asked, "Whathappens to your precious magic if Atreus dies? You might as well have flamed himyourself, for all your high talk about not killing."

Seema recoiled from the anger in the ogre's voice.

"That is hardly fair."

"Is too!" growled Yago. "He should've never made you that promise. But how could

the boy think straight, with you batting them pretty eyes and flashing them white

teeth? If he dies, it's on your head, not mine."

The conversation came to Atreus as though he were listening to a trio of ghosts.Seema fell silent. Some dim part of him realized he should be speaking in herdefense, that he should be telling Yago he knew exactly what he was doing, but Atreus could barely gather his thoughts, much less make them known.

After a moment, Rishi said, "Nobody is to blame for what happened to Atreus exceptTarch. Perhaps my friend Yago, feeling that he may have in some way failed his

master, is putting the blame he feels — "

"What blame?" Yago snarled.

"Then again, perhaps not," said Rishi.

But Yago was not done yet

"If not for Seema and her promise, we'd have been rid of Tarch a long time ago. He wouldn't never have touched me!" the ogre bellowed, shaking his head angrily. "Theblame here don't belong to me. You can't go fighting devils unless you mean to kill them."

"You are right, of course," interrupted Seema. "This is all my fault."

"You bet it is!" said Yago. "What are you going to do about it?"

Seema was silent for several moments, then said, "I have caused many deaths andmuch pain, and that is why my magic has grown weak." She laid a cloak over Atreus,and be could not help groaning at even its light touch. "We have no choice but to takehim to my valley."

"I doubt he can survive such a long journey," said Rishi. "Surely, it would be betterto let him rest and take our chances that he will recover."

"what about Tarch? If he is alive, as you told me, he will come after us."Seema stood and started up the icefall. "Besides," she said, "my home is closer thanyou think, and we will be safe there."

Yago scooped Atreus up, but made no move to follow the healer.

"Where you going? I didn't see nothing but snow up there."

"Of course not," Seema answered, pausing to look over her shoulder. "It is not soeasy to see Langdarma."