‘How do you like my new form, Great King?’ sneered Chakata. ‘Is it not magnificent?’
Oshikai did not answer, but began to crawl towards the creature’s neck. ‘Shall I tell you how many times I have enjoyed Shul-sen? Shall I describe the pleasures I have forced her to undergo?’ The King moved closer. The face of Chakata smiled. The bat banked suddenly and Oshikai began to fall – then lashed out with his axe, burying it deep into the black wing. Slowly he hauled himself closer to the neck, dragging the axe clear and hammering it again through the fur, inching his way towards his enemy.
‘Don’t be a fool, Oshikai!’ shouted Chakata. ‘If you kill me, you will fall with me. You will never see Shul-sen again!’
Slowly, inexorably the King moved on. The bat flipped over into a backward dive, then rolled and beat its wings trying to dislodge the tiny figure. But Oshikai clung on. Closer and closer he came to the head. The bat’s jaws snapped at him, but he rolled wide of them. Dragging clear his axe, he dealt a mighty blow to the creature’s neck. Black blood gouted from the wound. Twice more he struck. Suddenly the bat’s wings folded, and the body began to plummet towards the bridge far below. Oshikai continued to hammer his blade into the half-severed neck, cleaving through bone and sinew. The head fell clear, the dead beast spiralling down towards the pit.
Determined not to die alongside such vermin, Oshikai threw himself from the corpse.
Far below the naked Shul-sen had clambered free of the tunnel, and she stood now watching the epic battle in the grey skies above. Now free of the spells Chakata had woven, she felt her power returning. Instantly she clothed herself in shirt and leggings of silver silk, and a cloud-white cloak. Pulling her cloak from her shoulders, she spoke the Five Words of the Eleventh Spell. Then she hurled the cloak high into the air. It flew on, spinning wildly, a wheel of white cloth glistening against the smoke-grey sky.
Shul-sen stood with hand outstretched, directing the cloak with all the power she could muster. The dead creature that had once been Chakata plunged down into the abyss. Oshikai continued to fall, but the cloak soared up towards him, enveloping his body. For a moment only the fall was halted, but then he plunged on with the cloak around him. Shul-sen cried out, the cloak flared open and Oshikai’s rapid descent slowed. The cloak floated down to the bridge and Oshikai jumped clear. Shul-sen ran down the hillside towards him, arms outstretched. Dropping his axe he went to meet her, drawing her in to a tight embrace. For a long moment he held her thus, then drew back, and she saw tears upon his cheeks.
‘I have searched for so long,’ he said. ‘I had begun to believe I would never find you.’
‘But you did, my Lord,’ she whispered, kissing his lips and the tear-stained cheeks.
For a long time they stood, holding each other close. Then he took her hand and led her to where Druss lay on the bridge. Oshikai knelt beside him. ‘By all that is sacred, I never met a man like you, Druss. I pray that we meet again.’
‘Not here, though, eh?’ grunted Druss. ‘Perhaps you could choose somewhere more . . . hospitable?’
Two glowing figures appeared on the bridge, with light blazing around them. Druss squinted and shaded his eyes as the figures came closer. There was no threat from them, and Oshikai rose to meet them.
‘It is time,’ came a gentle voice.
‘You can take us both,’ said Oshikai.
‘No. Only you.’
‘Then I will not come.’
The first of the glowing figures swung towards the woman. ‘You are not ready, Shul-sen. You carry too much that is dark within you. All that was good came from your union with this man; the only selfless acts you committed were for him. Twice now he has refused Paradise. This third refusal will be final . . . we will come for him no more.’
‘Give me a moment with him,’ she said. ‘Alone.’