We’re coming, Ellysetta. Hang on.Bel didn’t dare spare even a flicker of Spirit from his weave to send the thought.
Ellysetta floated in a cool, dark void, enveloped in utter silence, free from all pain. Was this death? Or had the agony of the exorcists’ torture merely driven her mad?
A chuckle sounded in the darkness, the gloating sound sliding over her like a snake.
She spun in blind panic, seeking the source of the laughter, her frantic gaze finding only darkness all around her. She tried to flee, but the laughter pursued her. Mocking. Triumphant.
“We meet again, Ellysetta.”
Her heart clutched with familiar terror as the Shadow Man’s voice hissed across her senses.
“Show yourself, coward!” she challenged.
The darkness surrounding her lightened. Utter blackness became depths of gray. In it, she could make out a shadowy figure, tall and robed. A sash covered with dark, glittering jewels was tied about his waist, and beneath the hood shone a gleam of pallid, cadaverous flesh. Red flashes of light sparked from the darkness of the hood above bloodless lips. Fresh panic nearly overwhelmed her.
“Rain was right, Shadow Man. You are a Mage.”
More laughter. “Not ‘a’ Mage, child. ‘The’ Mage. I am VadimMaur, the High Mage of Eld, the greatest Mage who has ever lived.”
Ellysetta turned and ran.
«Ellysetta! Shei’tani!»In the few seemingly interminable chimes it took to fly from palace to cathedral, Rain continuously called to Ellysetta on the Spirit path and tried to duplicate the call on the same, deeper, soul-to-soul path she had used. She didn’t respond.
Massive twenty-five-fold weaves still enveloped the Isle of Grace in a dome of impermeable magic. He circled the dome, looking for a weak spot. His tairen vision saw the flows of magic easily, every strand a vibrant, pulsing rope of power.
There.
He found a spot where the weave was thinner, and a tiny square where the threads themselves were only four-ply. Someone had started to unravel the weaves here.
Rain filled his tairen lungs with air. A strong twenty-five-fold weave could resist tairen flame for quite a while. A four-fold weave could not.
Wings pumping, he reared back, hovering over the weak spot in the weave, and exhaled. A fine spray of venom from his fangs mixed with tairen breath and tairen magic ignited just inches from his muzzle. An enormous jet of flame roared forth.
More like Fey Fire than simple match-to-tinder, tairen flame could burn anything in its path: wood, rock, metal, flesh, even magic.
The small, four-fold patch burned quickly, leaving a hole too small for a tairen to fit through but just wide enough for a lean Fey king.
Rain’s tairen form dissolved. His Fey form plunged neatly through the opening, falling freely, rapidly. He waited until the last possible moment to summon a slide of Air to break his fall and landed running.
Weeping, Lauriana watched her daughter’s tortured form and prayed for forgiveness. She’d witnessed at least part of the first exorcism when Ellie was a child, but this was a hundred times worse. The way Ellie screamed, as if her very soul was being ripped from her body...
She was quieter now. Her screams had tapered off to a moaning, delirious ramble after Father Bellamy inserted the eighth of the required twelve needles. Her body was shivering violently, making the needles at her knees, thighs, hips, and shoulders tremble, and she was breathing in shallow, shuddering gasps.
Lauriana pressed her hands to her lips.Oh, Ellie, dearling, forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you. I only wanted you safe.
A muffled roar filled the Solarus, quiet at first, then growing louder. Greatfather Tivrest cast a frightened glance over his shoulder. “The Fey! They’re breaching the Solarus door! Flaming hells, Bellamy! I thought you said they couldn’t break through.”
Father Bellamy stared at the melting metal. “That’s impossible! I saw the ancient designs myself. This Solarus was built to withstand a direct assault by a five-fold weave.”
“But not a six-fold weave,” Nivane said. “Someone out there is weaving Azrahn.”
Lauriana’s lungs stalled. The Fey were breaking in? Dread shivered down her spine. The archbishop had promised her the Fey would not be able to detect the exorcism, and he’d been wrong. He’d promised her the Fey could not break in, and now it seemed he’d been wrong about that too. She had witnessed the Fey’s fierce defense of Ellie. They would not treat kindly anyone who brought her harm. Gaelen vel Serranis had once murdered an entire family line for the actions of only one member. Oh, gods, what had she done?
“There’s not much time, then. We must exorcise what demons we can.” Father Bellamy reached for the ninth needle.
“You’re right, Father,” Nivane agreed. “There’s not much time. Not enough to continue with this charade in any event.”
Before Father Bellamy could do more than look up in surprise, Nivane plunged a black dagger in his back. On the other side of the altar, the third exorcist drew another blade from within his robes and drove it between the archbishop’s ribs.
