Waylander 3 – Hero in the Shadows By David Gemmell

‘I don’t know what he plans,’ said Waylander. ‘But Ustarte says he is looking for allies, so perhaps not.’

Kysumu looked into Waylander’s dark eyes. ‘Why are you here, Grey Man?’ he asked.

‘I have to be somewhere.’

‘That is true.’

‘And what of you, Rajnee? What makes you desire to fight demons?’

‘I have no desire any longer to fight anything,’ said Kysumu. ‘When I was young I wanted to be a great swordsman. I wanted fame and riches.’ He gave a brief smile. ‘I was like Yu Yu. I wanted people to bow down before me as I passed.’

‘But not now?’

‘Such are the thoughts of the young. Pride is everything, status must be fought for. It is all empty and meaningless. It is ephemeral. Like the leaf on the oak tree. “Look at me, I am the greenest leaf, the biggest leaf, the finest leaf. None of the other leaves has my majesty.” Yet autumn beckons, and winter mocks all the leaves, the great and the green, the small and the stunted.’

‘I understand that,’ said Waylander, ‘but it is also an argument against waiting here to fight demons. What difference will it make if we fight or we run, if we win or we lose?’

‘Fame is fleeting,’ said Kysumu, ‘but love and hate are eternal. I may be but a small leaf in the wind of history, but I will stand against evil wherever I find it, no matter the cost. The demon I slay will not descend upon the home of a farmer and murder his family. The bandit who falls beneath my sword will never again rape or kill or plunder. If my death saves a single soul from pain and anguish then it is a price worth paying.’

Chardyn clambered across the broken rocks and approached them. ‘Would you like a blessing?’ he asked. Waylander shook his head, but Kysumu rose and bowed. Chardyn laid his hand upon the Rajnee’s head. ‘May the Source cherish you and keep you from all harm,’ he whispered. Kysumu thanked him, and sat down once more. ‘May I join you?’ asked Chardyn. Waylander gestured for him to sit. ‘You think the demons will come?’ the priest enquired.

‘Do you have a spell ready if they do?’ asked Way-lander.

Chardyn leant forward. ‘No,’ he admitted, with a wry smile. ‘My knowledge of demons and exorcism is – shall we say? – severely limited.’

‘I admire your honesty,’ said Waylander. ‘However, if you can’t fight them you should leave. If they come it will be no place for an unarmed man.’

‘I cannot leave,’ said Chardyn, ‘though I would dearly love to follow that advice. My presence helps the men.’ He smiled, but Waylander saw the fear in his eyes. ‘And perhaps – if the demons do come – I can hurl one of my sermons at them.’

‘If the mist comes stay close to us, priest,’ said Way-lander.

‘Now that is advice I will take.’

They sat in silence for a while, then Eldicar Manushan strolled over to them. He halted before Waylander. ‘Will you walk with me?’ he asked.

‘Why not?’ replied Waylander, rising smoothly. The magicker picked his way through the broken rocks until they were a little way from the others.

‘I think you have misread me,’ said Eldicar Manushan. ‘I am not evil, nor do I seek to do you harm.’

‘I am glad you have told me,’ said Waylander. ‘It will save me so many sleepless nights of worry.’

Eldicar Manushan laughed with genuine good humour. ‘I like you, Grey Man. Truly. And there is no need for us to be enemies. I can offer you your deepest desires. It is within my power.’

‘I think not,’ said Waylander. ‘I have no desire to be young again.’

The magicker seemed momentarily puzzled. ‘Normally I would find that hard to believe,’ he said at last. ‘Though not in this instance. Are you so unhappy with life that you yearn to see an end to it?’

‘Why do you desire my friendship?’ countered Waylander.

‘Look about you,’ said Eldicar, gesturing towards the soldiers. ‘Frightened men, small men, malleable men, the world is made up of such men as these. They live to be conquered and ruled. Look at them cowering behind ancient stones, praying that their insignificant lives will be allowed to continue past this night. If they were animals they would be sheep. You, on the other hand, are a predator, a superior being.’