‘You never will again,’ said Deresh Karany. The claw ripped into her.
Eldicar Manushan climbed the stairs and tapped lightly at the door. When he entered he gave one glance to the shapeless husk that only moments before had been a vibrant, friendly young woman. The desiccated corpse had been carelessly flung into a corner.
Deresh Karany was standing by the balcony window, staring out into the night.
Eldicar found the melded form repugnant, and realized that Deresh had let fall the charm-spell. ‘Are you refreshed, Lord?’ asked Eldicar.
Deresh turned slowly. His legs were twisted, the knees reversed, the feet splayed. The long tail, resting on the carpeted floor, gave him balance. His grey face twisted towards Eldicar. ‘Invigorated, my friend. No more. Her essence was very powerful. It gave me a vision. Panagyn and Aric are dead. The Grey Man will be coming here. He thinks to kill us.’
‘And the gateway, Lord?’
‘The Riaj-nor are battling to reach it.’ Deresh Karany moved clumsily towards the couch. His taloned feet hooked into a rug and he half slipped. ‘How I loathe this form!’ he hissed. ‘When the gateway is open, and this land is ours, I shall find a way to reverse this . . . this foulness.’
Eldicar said nothing. Deresh Karany had become obsessed with the twin-meld, and acquiring the ability to change at will. As far as Eldicar could see, he had succeeded admirably. Deresh could assume the perfect body of a golden-haired child, or this powerful monstrosity, part lizard, part lion. This second form suited his personality perfectly.
‘What are you thinking, Eldicar?’ asked Deresh Karany suddenly.
‘I was thinking of the problems of the meld, Lord,’ replied Eldicar. ‘You have mastered the twin forms. I don’t doubt you will find a way to make the larger form more . . . attractive to the eye.’
‘Aye, I will. Have you set the guards in place?’
‘Yes, Lord. Three-swords and his group will be patrolling the lower access points, and Panagyn’s soldiers are watching the grounds and the other entrances. If Waylander does come he will be captured or killed. But surely he is no threat to us. He cannot kill us.’
‘He could kill you, Eldicar,’ said Deresh. ‘I might decide not to revive you. Tell me, how did it feel to have your arm ripped off by Anharat’s demons?’
‘It was agonizing, Lord.’
‘And that, my dear Eldicar, is why I don’t want Waylander to reach me. He cannot kill me, but he can cause me pain. I do not like pain.’ Except in others, thought Eldicar, remembering the sharp hurts of the many communions, and Deresh Kar-any’s dismissive contempt of his own suffering. Deresh had always insisted upon communion, rather than conversation. He claimed that he did not want to risk being overheard. But there had been many occasions when no one had been close enough to eavesdrop. Even then Deresh had demanded communion. Some part of him revelled in the pain it caused Eldicar. How I hate you! he thought.
In that moment he felt a great warmth settle over him. He looked into the crooked features of his master and smiled. He knew it was the charm-spell, yet he was unable to resist its power. Deresh Karany was his friend. He loved Deresh Karany, and would die for him.
‘Even Waylander will be unable to resist the spell,’ said Eldicar. ‘He will love you as I do.’
‘Perhaps, but we will give him to Anharat anyway.’
‘One of his demons, you mean, Lord?’ Eldicar could not keep the fear from his voice.
‘No. You will help me prepare for the Summoning.’
Even through the comforting warmth of the charm-spell Eldicar felt panic rising. ‘Surely, Lord, we do not need Anharat to kill one mortal. Will he not be insulted by being summoned for such a small task?’
‘Perhaps he will,’ agreed Deresh, ‘but then again even the Lord of Demons must enjoy feeding occasionally. An added advantage will be to remind Anharat who is the master and who is the servant.’ Deresh saw the growing terror in Eldicar and laughed. It was an ugly sound. ‘Fear not, Eldicar, there is a good reason for using Anharat. Ustarte is with Waylander. She knows several ward spells. She will most certainly lay one upon him. Now, if I was to summon a lesser demon and her ward spell proved effective, that demon would turn on me – or, rather, on you as my loachai. There is no ward-spell that can turn back Anharat. Once loosed against a victim he is unstoppable.’