Deadspawn by Brian Lumley

‘Shaithis!’ the Ferenc called after him in a tone half-angry, half-admiring.

‘Enough,’ Shaithis snapped over his shoulder. ‘I’ve done with you. If I win through all is mine. And if I lose -well, at least I’ll die as I’ve lived, Wamphyri!’

He continued along the ledge, and without looking back sensed the eyes of the two following him. Then: ‘We’re with you,’ came the Ferenc’s final decision, but still Shaithis stared straight ahead. And at last he heard Arkis’s voice, too, calling out: ‘Shaithis, wait for us!’

He did no such thing but hurried on that much faster, so that now they must scramble to catch up. And with the pair hot on his heels so he came upon the mouth of the first cave even as Shaitan had forewarned. Here, because it would be expected of him, Shaithis paused. Breathing heavily, the others saw the dark cavern entrance into which he concentrated his gaze.

‘A way in, d’you think?’ said Arkis, but none too eagerly.

Shaithis stared harder yet into the cave’s gloomy interior, then made a show of carefully backing away from it. ‘Obviously so,’ he said. ‘Perhaps too obviously . . .’ And to the Ferenc: ‘What say you, Fess? For it’s amply apparent that the cold of these climes has focused your awareness to a fault. Is this a safe way to go or not? Myself, I think not. It seems to me that far back in the cavern something stirs. I sense a thing of great bulk but limited intelligence, yet stealthy, too.’ Which was, of course, the Ferenc’s own description of a sword-snout. And as Shaithis had hoped might be the case, it put a picture of just such a creature into the giant’s mind.

Fess thrust forward his great head into the cave, glared into its depths and wrinkled his snoutlike nose. And, ‘Aye,’ he growled in a little while, ‘I sense it, too. And indeed this could well be a way in, for the cone’s master has guarded it with a bloodbeast.’

Shaithis nodded. ‘Or maybe with the bloodbeast?’

‘Eh?’ said Arkis.

‘Perhaps he has only the one creature,’ said Shaithis. ‘For if there were a pair, then Fess here might well have been taken at the same time as Volse.’

‘But what does that matter now?’ Fess shrugged. ‘Even on its own, this thing is a monster. Are you suggesting we might go against it? Madness! One of us would surely die – possibly two, even all of us – or at least end up sorely wounded before this thing succumbed. I saw it strike three times in as many seconds, unerringly, and ram Volse through and through like a fish on a Traveller’s spear. Why, he didn’t even know what hit him!’

But Shaithis shook his head. ‘No, I’m not proposing to take it on; quite the opposite. What I’m saying is this: if there’s only one such beast and it’s here, then we go in by some other route.’

‘What?’ Arkis scowled. ‘And they come thick and fast, these entrances and exits, do they?’

Shaithis shrugged. ‘So it would seem. The tunnel where Volse was taken. The cave you thought you saw back there on the lava-cliff. This dark entrance here before us. Now listen: the master of the cone sent a mist to confuse us, didn’t he? But not to keep us from this cave, not if this is where he’s stationed his sword-snout. So … perhaps there’s another entrance close by.’ He gave a sharp nod. ‘I say we continue to follow the ledge, a little way at least. Then, even if it comes to nothing, at least we’ll have explored this part of the face to the full.’

‘Fair enough,’ said the Ferenc. ‘No argument here. As long as you’re not asking me to go in there!’

Arkis growled, ‘Then let’s get on. We waste time with all this talk and conjecture.’ He started off, in the lead, and the Ferenc followed on. And now Shaithis brought up the rear.

Overhead the small cloud had snowed itself out; the aurora writhed and the stars gave the icy curve of the world’s horizon a blue sheen; Shaithis sensed the vampire awareness of his two ‘companions’ focused ahead, leaving him free to converse with Shaitan. And: There, he sent a tight-guarded thought. And how does this formation suit you? Also, what was the idea of the small snow storm? I thought you were eager for them, yet there you go trying to frighten them off.

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