"He seemed well on the way to death when I left him."
Her heart pounded very hard, and she licked her lips. "And yet, you do not say that he is dead."
"No."
"Why did you not kill him, then?" Isana asked.
"The risk-benefit ratio was far too high."
"In other words," Isana said, "he ran you off."
"He and approximately forty thousand troops. Yes." She flexed her hands, finger by finger, black nails sliding out like claws, then retracting. "It doesn't matter. By the time they arrive, the fortress called Garrison will be gone, the Alerans there scattered to the winds. They fight upon the walls as if anchored to them. Do they expect me to simply permit them the advantage?"
Isana folded her arms over her chest. "What are you doing to defeat them?"
"You are familiar with the fortress?"
"Somewhat," Isana said. Technically, that wasn't actually a lie. Her knowledge of the new defenses was positively sketchy compared to that of many others.
"You know, then, that it straddles a natural choke point - a steep cut in a stone shelf. There are no practical routes to move large bodies of troops from this continent to the next except through the fortress."
"Yes," Isana said.
"Practically impassable is not the same thing as impassable," the vord Queen said. "My children think little of vertical land barriers. They have already overcome them in significant numbers on both the north and south sides of the fortress. They will approach and enfold the fortress from either side, and as they do, my juggernauts will pound the walls to rubble. And then, Grandmother, I will be free to concentrate upon Octavi - "
There was the howl of a windstream, practically at the entrance to the hive, and the Queen's black faceted gaze snapped to it. Dozens and dozens of wax spiders seemed to come from nowhere, flowing out of the croach upon the ceiling, floor, and walls.
Invidia entered, striding fast. A nervous spider leapt at her, fangs extended, and she swatted it out of the air without slowing pace. "Stop the flanking maneuver. Do it now."
The Queen let out a feline hiss, lips peeling back from her teeth. There was a blur of motion, and suddenly Invidia's shoulders were pressed against the back wall of the hive, seven feet off the ground. The vord Queen held her by the throat with one hand, and Invidia's heels waved and drummed against the wall.
"Where have you been?" snarled the vord Queen.
Invidia kept choking, her face going redder. The vord Queen tilted her head to one side, staring at her, and hissed again, more quietly. "The fortress. Why were you at the fortress?"
Invidia's eyes rolled back into her head, and her face turned purple.
Isana cleared her throat gently. "You may receive a more coherent answer if you release her."
The Queen glanced back at Isana, then at Invidia again. Then she simply let her go, and the Aleran woman crumpled to the floor. Invidia lay panting for a moment, her hand at her throat, and Isana could actually see the crushed dents in her windpipe being pushed back into the proper shape by Invidia's watercrafting.
"I was," she croaked, a moment later, "securing our future."
"What?"
"It was too easy. They deliberately left you an obvious approach." She swallowed, grimacing. "I went to scout out the tops of the bluffs. It's a trap."
The Queen eyed Invidia, then stalked to the edge of the pool. She passed a hand over it, and light and color began to flow up from its tranquil surface.
Isana rose and walked over to join the Queen at the pool. Invidia came over, too, and the women watched the images flowing there.
Several hundred mantis warriors flowed along the top of a bluff, one of the ridges overlooking Garrison. Several hundred yards before they could possibly threaten the fortress was a heavy stand of evergreens. The vord poured into them without hesitation.
Distant brassy screams echoed up from the pool. The pines and the ferns that grew up around them shook violently.
Then they went still.
Another group of mantises rushed the trees, this one twice the size as the one before, raising their scythe-limbs in anticipation - but just before they reached the timber line, the trees exploded with howling pale forms that came bounding out to meet them, clothed in hide with thick mantles of black feathers. At their sides came the enormous, nearly wingless predator birds, the herdbanes. They were taller than a man, thickly muscled, their feet tipped with razor-sharp