The manticore quickly got to his feet, towering a full head above the human. Drakis remained stunned; was Belag actually smiling?
“I have brought two more to join us,” Belag said, his words rushed with excitement. “I hope that I honor you by presenting them in your service.”
Drakis stared at the two newcomers. One was a small human female whom he recognized at once as the Lyric. She still wore the gold collar around her neck although it was now stained with dried blood-whether her own or someone else’s Drakis could not say. The manticore he knew: Ruukag, the former gardener of House Timuran, stood quivering in the evening air, his massive fingers clenching and unclenching at the air around them.
Drakis shook his head. “Belag, I told you to gather the warriors!”
The manticore turned his head, gazing at the burning household as he spoke. “They were all that were left, Drakis. . all that would come. We’re the only warriors who have kept our minds. But now that I see who you are. . I knew we would need a Lyric to chronicle your deeds and a second manticore to witness your coming to the manticorian elders in Chaenandria.”
Kept our minds? Drakis thought, staring at the manticore. How does one cope with a manticore warrior who has so obviously lost his wits? Drakis took in a long breath, then spoke quietly. “I. . I don’t understand, Belag.”
“We. . my brother and I. . we searched for you,” Belag huffed through quick, excited breaths. “We had learned the stories from the Wise Ones deep in the forgotten wilds of Chaenandria. They spoke of you-of the day of your coming and of the power you would bring to the justice of the world!”
Drakis stared back at him.
“I know it all by heart,” the lion-man spoke with pleading tones. “ ‘He will come with power to throw down the pillars of the oppressor’s might. . ’ and you did, Drakis, you released us from our bondage.”
“Wait, Belag,” Drakis said, shaking his head, “that’s not true, I didn’t. .”
“The Northern Prophecies?” Jugar interrupted, stepping in front of Drakis as he spoke. “Those legends of the masters of the Desolation who once commanded the monsters of the world and would return again?”
“Aye!” Belag replied quickly. “In the final days of the world, when hope was lost and darkness held the plains of Chaenandria in their grip, a warrior-king-a hoo-mani of the ancient days-would come again out of the north country, beyond the Straits of Erebus, a living man from the land of the dead. He would walk the face of the world for a time, hidden from the eyes of the sharpest watchers, and then-then he would make his great journey of conquest in the name of light, bring down the darkness, and usher in ten thousand years of peace!”
Five notes. . Five notes. .
Your fate you will loom. . the weave of your doom. .
“I hate to disturb this reverent scene,” Ethis said with both sets of hands folded across his chest, “but unless we get far from here very quickly, we won’t be enjoying anything like ten thousand years of peace. The dwarf is right about one thing-we have to stay a step ahead of what happened here or it’s all over for us.”
Drakis pulled his gaze away from the wild-eyed manticore with difficulty. “Yes. . we have to get away from here. The quickest way would be to use the folds. . with most of the Centurai not yet returned, we may be able to get through some of them.”
“And then what?” Ethis asked at once. “Do you have a plan, or do we just wander about the countryside pillaging until the odds catch up with us?”
Drakis considered the chimerian for a moment before he answered. He suddenly realized that while he was surrounded by those he knew. . several of whom he had this morning counted as more dear to him than his own life. . he really didn’t know any of them at all.
“. . Sure, Drakis, your father came from the northlands beyond the dwarves,” his mother said as they washed their master’s clothes. His feet dangled from the edge of the stone shelf. “Must I tell you again of how we were freeborn in the wilds. .?”
“We go north,” Drakis said, his words defying anyone to contradict him. “We make our way as far as we can passing through the folds, and then we set off on foot.”
“Such a wise choice, Master Drakis, a wise choice indeed,” chirped the dwarf. “I know those lands well. and, leaving all modesty aside. .”
“An easy task,” Ethis sniffed.