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Beside it a figure, cloaked and hooded. She pushed the hood back, firelight making the silver in her hair glow copper. Her beauty made him catch his breath.
She smiled at him, wrinkles creasing around her eyes and held out her hand. Evnis stepped forward hesitantly and kissed the ring on her finger, the stone cold on his lips. She smelled sweet, heady, like overripe fruit. They stood so close he could feel her breath. Warm, laced with wine.
He sucked in a breath. There is nothing for me if I turn back. This is my chance to. Then his mother, her lips twisted, judging, discounting. Gethin has arranged a marriage for me, to the daughter of the poorest baron in Ardan, I think.
No, I cannot even remember what she looks like. I shall govern it, and bow to you, my High Queen. But there is more to this than Ardan. So much more.
This is about the God-War. About Asroth made flesh. But exciting him, too. But I will see it through. I have counted the cost. Come then. A hulking shadow emerged from the trees and stepped into the firelight.
A giant. He stood a man-and-a-half tall, his face pale, all sharp angles and ridged bone, small black eyes glittering under a thick-boned brow. A long black moustache hung to his chest, knotted with leather. Tattoos swirled up one arm, a creeping, thorn-thick vine disappearing under a chainmail sleeve, the rest of him wrapped in leather and fur. He carried a man in his arms, bound at wrist and ankle, as effortlessly as if it were a child.
The captive's face was bruised and swollen, dried blood crusting his cheeks and lips. His clothes were ragged and torn, but Evnis could still make out the wolf crest of Ardan on his battered leather cuirass. The man tried to say something through broken lips, spittle dribbling from one corner of his mouth. Rhin said nothing, drew a knife from her belt and cut the captive's throat.
Dark blood spurted and the man sagged in his captor's grip. The giant held him forward, angling him so that his blood poured into the cauldron.
Evnis fought the urge to step back, to turn and run. Rhin was muttering, a low, guttural chanting, then a wisp of steam curled up from the cauldron. Evnis leaned forward, staring.
A great gust of wind swept the glade. A figure took form in the vapour, twisting, turning. The smell of things long dead, rotting, hit the back of Evnis' throat. He gagged, but could not tear his eyes away from where two pinpricks glowed: It appeared noble, wise, sad, then lined, proud, stern. Evnis blinked and for a moment the face became reptilian, the eddying steam giving the appearance of wings unfurling, stretched, leathery. He shivered. Evnis swallowed, his mouth dry. I must take what is owed me, step out from my brother's shadow.
See it through.
Then, louder, taking a deep breath. I would rule. My brother, all of Ardan. Then silence, thick and heavy as the cobwebs that draped the trees. Evnis felt a trickle of sweat slide down his forehead. What is your price? Rhin held her knife out.
See it through, see it through, see it through, Evnis repeated silently, like a mantra. He clenched his teeth tightly together, gripped the knife, his palm clammy with sweat and drew it quickly across his other hand. Curling his fingers into a fist, he stepped forward, thrusting it into the steam above the iron pot. Blood dripped from his hand into the cauldron, where it immediately began to bubble.
A force like a physical blow slammed into his chest, seemed to pass through him. He gasped and sank to his knees, gulping in great, ragged breaths. The voice exploded in his head, pain shooting through his body.
He screamed. Over two thousand years after it was written The world is broken. The God-War has changed all things, Asroth's scheming, Elyon's wrath, corrupted and destroyed so much. Mankind has vanished, annihilated or fled these shores, and we are so few, now.