slopes out of choice, and the folly is your own - but I am a Mercy. Lord Death alone commands me.’
Mihn ducked his head in humility. ‘That is so, but it is written that all those who name you may ask a boon of you. This I so do, Kenanai the Mother, to pass uncalled and unharmed.’
The Mercy was silent for a while as she stared at him. She betrayed no emotion but he assumed she was confused by his presence; such a thing had never happened before for those asking a boon of the Mercies in myth had always been immortals.
Eventually Kenanai lowered her hand and the horn vanished. She gestured after the spirit, indicating that he could pass.
‘It is granted.’
A low rumble echoed across Ghain’s slopes and she too disappeared, leaving the pavilion empty and still but for the flickering light of the lanterns. Mihn climbed the steps and as he crossed the pavilion he whispered an ancient prayer to the Mercies. When he reached the other side he stopped and looked around. The soul he had helped was nowhere in sight, though he could see the trail in the dust left by the chains. Other than that, Mihn could see only the empty landscape - broken boulders, dust and dead trees - for miles in all directions.
‘“This journey I walk alone,”’ he quoted grimly. ‘And how alone I feel now.’ He continued his ascent, choosing his path as carefully as he could, keeping a look-out all the time. Occasionally creatures flew or scampered across his path - many-limbed beings like horrific spiders the size of small dogs and crawling bat-winged monstrosities - and once he saw a daemon marching grimly across Ghain’s jagged landscape: a fat figure as tall as he, with four spindly arms, each dragging an ancient weapon behind it. His heart jumped as the daemon paused and looked up, as though sniffing the air, but whatever it had noticed, it wasn’t enough to make it linger there for long.
Each time he saw movement he would stop and crouch, trusting the witch’s magic to keep him safe. Each time, he was passed by without note. Distance proved meaningless in this blasted place, where a dozen steps felt like a mile. All Mihn was certain of in this strange domain was that no time was passing as he walked. After a score or more miles he was no less exhausted by the journey than he had been when he started. Though the neverending heat and the fear Ghain itself engendered sapped his strength, the exertion of walking had no discernible effect, he was glad to discover.
Another of the Mercies’ pavilions was passed, then another, and another. After some indeterminate period of time he had counted off six, and he knew he was close to his goal - though before he could reach the one that remained, Mihn would have to cross the river of fire called Maram - the barrier that kept the daemons of Ghenna within the Dark Place. A new fear started up within him: worry that a bargain the witch of Llehden had made had in fact not been kept and the next step of his journey would be all the more risky. It was a gamble he hated to have been forced into, and while he knew it had been necessary, Mihn couldn’t help but wonder what sort of chain it might add to his own burden of sins.
At last he came to a peak, where indistinct clouds raced close overhead. His human senses saw it as a great crater at the peak of Ghain, within which the ivory gates of Ghenna’s entrance were to be found, but he knew it was not so simple - not even by digging down through the rocky slope of Ghain could one break into the Dark Place; it took an immortal’s eyes to fully behold the mountain and the Dark Place within.
He stood at the peak of the slope and looked back over the empty miles he had walked, then down at the swift, churning river of orange flames no more than a hundred yards off. As Mihn tried to follow Maram’s twisty path, he found the effort hurt, and his vision became blurred. Maram obviously didn’t like to be stared at.
He gave up and concentrated on the two constructed features he could see: a silver pavilion, bigger and more magnificent than the rest, stood just the other side of a thin bridge that crossed