She entered the cage and was lost to sight, as the darkness kept spreading and spreading, like a pool of ink, Yama groping his way through it.
The ladder jerked and swayed, and Ratri mounted Garuda.
Garuda screamed then and leapt into the air, for Yama had moved forward, blade in hand, and had cut at the first thing he had felt.
The night rushed about them and Heaven lay far below.
When they reached a mighty height, the dome began to close.
Garuda sped toward the gate, screaming again.
They were through it before it closed, and Kubera prodded the Bird.
“Where are we going?” asked Ratri.
“To Keenset, by the river Vedra,” he answered. “And this is Sam. He is still alive.”
“What has happened?”
“He is the one Yama seeks.”
“Will he seek him in Keenset?”
“Doubtless, lady. Doubtless. But ere he finds him, we may be better prepared.”
In the days that preceded the Great Battle, the defenders came to Keenset. Kubera and Sam and Ratri brought the warning. Keenset was already aware of the raising of its neighbors, but not of the heavenly avengers who were to come.
Sam drilled the troops who would fight against gods, and Kubera drilled those who would fight against men.
Black armor was forged for the goddess of Night, of whom it has been said, “Guard us from the she-wolf and the wolf, and guard us from the thief, of Night.”
And on the third day there was a tower of fire before Sam’s tent on the plane outside the city.
“It is the Lord of Hellwell come to keep his promise, oh Siddhartha!” said the voice that rang within his head.
“Taraka! How did you find me—recognize me?”
“I look upon the flames, which are your true being, not the flesh which masks them. You know that.”
“I thought you dead.”
“I nearly was. Those two do drink life with their eyes! Even the life of one such as I.”
“I told you that. Do you bring your legions with you?”
“Yes, I bring my legions.”
“It is good. The gods will move against this place soon.”
“I know. Many times have I visited Heaven atop its mountain of ice, and my spies remain there yet. So I know that they make ready to come to this place. They also invite humans to share in the battle. Though they do not feel they need the assistance of men, they think it good that they join in the destruction of the city Keenset.”
“Yes, that is understandable,” said Sam, studying the great vortex of yellow flame. “What other news have you?”
“The One in Red comes.”
“I expected him.”
“To his death. I must defeat him.”
“He will have demon-repellant upon him.”
“Then I will find a way to remove it, or kill him from a distance. He will be here by nightfall.”
“How does he come?”
“In a flying machine—not so large as the chariot of thunder we tried to steal—but very fast. I could not attack it in flight.”
“Comes he alone?”
“Yes—save for machines.”
“Machines?”
“Many machines. His flying machine is filled with strange equipment.”
“This may bode ill.”
The tower spun orange.
“But others come also.”
“You just said he comes alone.”
“This is true.”
“Then riddle me your true meaning.”
“The others do not come from Heaven.”
“Where, then?”
“I have traveled much since your departure for Heaven, going up and down in the world and seeking allies among those who also hate the Gods of the City. By the way, in your last incarnation I did try to save you from the cats out of Kaniburrha.”
“I know.”
“The gods are strong—stronger than they have ever been before.”
“But tell me who is coming to aid us.”
“Lord Nirriti the Black, who hates all things, hates the Gods of the City most of all. So he is sending a thousand unliving ones to fight on the plains beside the Vedra. He said that, after the battle, we of the Rakasha may take our choice from the bodies which yet remain among the mindless ones he has grown.”
“I do not relish aid from the Black One, but I am in no position to discriminate. How soon will these arrive?”