The Eighth Court (The Courts of the Feyr - By Mike Shevdon Page 0,147
it coming.
“Niall!” screamed Blackbird.
He whirled in front of me and I did the only thing I could think of. I did exactly the same. I spun on the spot, twisting my sword in an elaborate spiral, just as he’d demonstrated for me. I heard a tang, as his blade rang off mine, and then felt a thump which travelled down the blade.
I opened my eyes. I wasn’t even aware I’d closed them. In front of me was Raffmir, close enough for a kiss. He looked down at my hands wrapped around the hilt, the blade of my sword piercing his chest. The blade fell from his hand and clattered on the floor.
“No,” he coughed. “That’s too rare, too special.”
I jerked the blade in and up. He spasmed.
“You’re enjoying this,” he gasped. “We’re alike, you and I.”
“No we’re not.” I told him. “I’m not dying.”
“Here,” he said, lifting his hand. “If I must go…” he laughed a hollow laugh. “A parting gift. Something for… old… times.” He opened his hand and there was a tiny light there, like a minute star.
I pulled the blade. It slid with a sucking sound from his chest, and in a move which would make Garvin proud I arced the blade around and struck his head clean from his body. It sailed into the corner of the room where it bounced once and rolled into the corner. His body folded in on itself and crumpled to the floor.
“It’s done,” I said, stepping back, the smoke coiling about me.
“Niall?” said Blackbird. “What’s that?” Above Raffmir’s remains, the tiny star floated in the air. Now I looked more closely it seemed to be shimmering.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Raffmir made it.”
“It’s still there,” she pointed out.
“I can see that’” I said.
“It should have disappeared when he died,” she said. “You’re sure he’s dead?”
“His head’s over there,” I pointed out.
I put my hand out and the star floated gently over to it, hovering over my palm. It was bright white, like an intense spark, but persistent. I passed my hand around it. It followed my hands, almost as if it liked me.
“It’s strange,” I said. “Almost as if it has a life of its own.”
“We have to get out,” said Blackbird. “The house is going to go.” I could hear bangs and cracks as ancient beams warped in the heat, and the crash and whoosh as a ceiling came down or a wall gave way.
“It’s growing,” I said.
“What do you mean?” she asked me.
“It’s getting bigger. It was tiny at first, but now it has a distinct size.”
“Well make it stop,” she said. “In fact, make it disappear altogether.”
“I don’t even know what it is,” I said, coughing at the encroaching swirls of smoke. I extended my senses, looking into the light. It had an intensity that belied its size. “I’m going to try and extinguish it,” I said.
I extended my hand and the star hovered over my palm. As a creature of the void I had a sense of the space between things. If I could collapse it, then it should vanish. I subtracted the space from it, expecting it to wink out of existence. Instead it grew brighter. I tried again, and once more it grew brighter. You could see the whirls and eddies of smoke by the light it shed.
“It’s getting stronger,” said Blackbird.
I let my senses extend and gathered power from the surroundings. The room cooled and warm air rushed to take its place. I could hear the flames roar nearby as the breeze I was creating fuelled it. “Niall! What are you trying to do, fry us all?”
“I have to see it,” I explained. “It’s operating in a space of its own. I need to be able to sense the void to see what it’s made of.” I continued to draw power until everything began to fade around me. Strangely the star did not fade. In comparison to everything else it grew brighter, more dominant.
With my senses extending into the void I began to see it more clearly. Whereas it looked like a point, in the shadow world between things it was a twisted knot. It writhed and turned in on itself, turning inside out and then twisting to invert again.
“Niall! We have to get out.”
I reached into the knot with my sense of the void, pulling at one of the threads that made it. It wriggled under my gaze and inverted, gaining size and strength.