The Legend Of Deathwalker By David Gemmell

‘Two hundred.’

‘They’ll need to be fighters.’

‘They are Nadir. And they are defending the bones of the greatest Nadir warrior of all time. They will fight. Will you?’

Druss chuckled. ‘I love a good fight, boy. But this one isn’t mine. A Nadir shaman told me there were jewels here – healing jewels. I need them for a friend.’

‘So I understand. But we have not found them yet. Tell me, did this shaman promise you the jewels?’

‘Not exactly,’ admitted Druss. ‘He just told me they were here. Do you mind if we search?’

‘Not at all,’ said Talisman. ‘I owe you my life, it is the least I can do.’ He pointed to the main building. ‘That is the Shrine of Oshikai Demon-bane. If the jewels are anywhere they are hidden there. Nosta Khan – the shaman you spoke of – has searched with spells, but he cannot find them. For myself I summoned the spirit of Oshikai, but he would not divulge their whereabouts. Good luck, axeman!’

Hoisting his axe to his shoulder, Druss strode across the compound with Sieben beside him. The Shrine was dimly lit, and the axeman paused before the stone sarcophagus. The chamber was dust-covered, and empty of adornments.

‘It has been plundered,’ said Sieben. ‘Look at the pegs on the wall. Once they would have carried his armour and his battle flag.’

‘No way to treat a hero,’ said Druss. ‘Any idea where to look?’

‘Inside the sarcophagus,’ said Sieben. ‘But you’ll find no jewels there.’

Druss laid his axe aside and moved to the coffin. Grasping the stone lid, he tensed his muscles and heaved. The stone groaned and grated as he slid it aside. Sieben looked in. ‘Well, well,’ he said.

‘Are they there?’

‘Of course they are not there,’ snapped Sieben. ‘But the corpse is wearing a lon-tsia exactly like the one we found on the woman.’

‘Nothing else?’

‘No. He has no fingers, Druss. Someone must have hacked them away to get at his rings. Put the lid back.’

Druss did so. ‘What now?’ he asked.

‘I will think on it,’ said the poet. ‘There is something here that is not right. It will come to me.’

‘Make it soon, poet. Otherwise you may find yourself at the centre of a war.’

‘A charming thought.’

The sound of horses’ hooves came from the compound. Druss walked to the door and stepped into the sunlight. Sieben followed him in time to see Nuang Xuan leap from his pony, his people streaming in through the gates behind him.

‘I thought you were heading away from here,’ called Druss. The Nadir leader hawked and spat.

‘So did I, axeman. But some fool set a fire in our path and we had no choice but to flee from it. When we tried to cut across to the east we saw a column of Lancers. Truly the Gods of Stone and Water hate me.’

‘You’re still alive, old man.’

‘Pah, not for much longer. Thousands of them, there are – all heading this way. I will let my people rest for tonight.’

‘You are a bad liar, Nuang Xuan,’ said Druss. ‘You have come here to fight – to defend the Shrine. It is no way to change your luck.’

‘I ask myself, is there no end to Gothir malice? How does it benefit them to destroy that which we hold dear?’ He drew in a deep breath. ‘I shall stay,’ he said. ‘I will send the women and children away, but I and my warriors will stay. And as for luck, axeman, to die defending a sacred place is a privilege. And I am not so old. I think I will kill a hundred by myself. You are staying, yes?’

‘It is not my fight, Nuang.’

‘What they are planning to do is evil, Druss.’ He gave a sudden, gap-toothed grin. ‘I think you will stay too. I think the Gods of Stone and Water brought you here so that you could watch me kill my hundred. Now I must find the leader here.’

Sieben walked to where Niobe was standing in the shade. She was carrying a canvas pack, which she had dropped to the ground at her feet. Sieben smiled. ‘Missed me?’ he asked.