“You ravage freely across the plains, Demons, but know that eventually the very land will rise up against you.”
“When we are whole, we will tear this land apart, rock by rock, tree by tree!” Sheol said.
Isfrael’s grin widened … and then he threw the twig at Sheol.
Sheol knew what that twig was. It was not simply a twig, but the entire shadowy power of the trees that hurtled towards her.
She screamed in stark terror, reflexively raising both arms before her face, and then her scream turned into a roar and the twig disintegrated the instant before it hit her.
“Filth!” she screamed, and she grabbed the mane of her horse and dug her heels cruelly into its flanks.
The horse leaped forward, bellowing, its teeth bared, its neck arching as if to strike.
As if from nowhere, another twig appeared in Isfrael’s hand, and this he brandished before him. “Shra! Stand firm!” he cried. “I rely on you now as never before!”
The horse lunged, snapping at the twig, but it did not seize it.
“Filth!” Sheol screamed again, and now Barzula and Mot also drove their creatures forward.
Unnoticed, the seventh, and riderless, horse, slunk back a few steps until it merged with the night.
“Shra!” Isfrael murmured. As mighty as he was, he still needed her power to sustain him. The three black beasts roiled before him, snapping and snarling, swiping their claws through the air.
Yet still they held back, so that their teeth and claws came within a finger span of Isfrael, but did not actually touch him.
“The very land will rise up against you!” Isfrael shouted one more time, and at his shout the trees themselves screamed.
Shra staggered, almost unable to control the power that Isfrael was using. She could feel it rope through her, feel it burn up through the soles of her feet where they touched the forest floor, flood through her body, and then flow into Isfrael through her hand on his shoulder.
All the Demons were screaming now, unstinting in their efforts to drive their mounts forward over this man before he could bring the full power of the trees to bear upon them. The air before Isfrael was filled with the yellowed teeth of the horses and the fury of their talons — but he was holding, and with luck he might even manage to drive the Demons back.
The seventh horse abruptly materialised out of the darkness behind Shra. Utterly silent, it surged forward, reared up on its hind legs, and then brought all its weight and fury to bear in one horrific slashing movement of its forepaws.
Neither Shra nor Isfrael had realised it was there. All their concentration was on the Demons before them, on driving them out, on … Shra’s eyes widened in complete shock, and she staggered backwards, breaking the contact between her and Isfrael. Claws raked into her flesh from her neck to her buttocks, ripping the flesh apart to expose her spine.
“Isfrael!” she cried, and collapsed on the ground.
At the loss of contact Isfrael spun about — to see the massive beast tear her apart. Blood splattered across his face and chest.
“Shra!” he screamed.
Behind him the horses lunged, but as they did so Isfrael dropped to his knees by Shra’s side under the flailing paws of the black horse, and tried to scoop her into his arms.
The other horses, the screaming Demons on their backs, milled above the two, biting and slashing.
StarLaughter, who had kept her own steed back, sat and smiled. The scene reminded her of the kill at the end of the hunt. She could see nothing save the plunging bodies of the horses, the Demons — now laughing and screaming hysterically — on their backs. Or almost nothing, except for the scattering drops of blood that flew through the air.
“A Mage-King,” she murmured to herself. “How utterly, indescribably useless.”
And then something swept past her.
She spun about, gasping. It was so fast that she did not get a good look at the creature — all she had was an impression of white. Of white, and of horns.
Something horned.
An owl fluttered down from the forest canopy and nipped at StarLaughter’s hair.
She screamed, crouching over her baby.
Something else slithered out from between the trees — a snake, but a snake with small wings just behind its head. It sank its teeth into her horse’s back paw, and the creature panicked and bolted, careening into the bloody melee before it.
StarLaughter, clinging desperately to the horse’s mane, and trying to protect her baby, only had momentary impressions of the nightmare her horse had plunged her into.
The Demons were now silent, fighting an enemy that she could not immediately see.
Horses’ heads, rearing back, eyes rolling white with terror.
A bloodied mess on the ground, and the horses’ paws and lower legs thick with ropy blood and flesh.
The Mage-King — still alive — slowly rising, his face terrible with vengeance.
All StarLaughter wanted to do now was escape, any way she could. She fought to free her hand from her horse’s mane, but it was tangled tight. Her wings beat futilely, trying to lift her from the horse’s back, but she couldn’t free herself, she couldn’t free herself, she couldn’t —
Suddenly a white form rose, almost as if from the very earth beneath her horse.
StarLaughter screamed in utter terror. A huge white stag reared before her, and then it plunged down, sinking its teeth into her horse’s neck.
Both beasts writhed, both trying to gain the advantage. The stag’s horns razored through the air, inches from StarLaughter’s face, inches from her precious child — and still her hand was trapped in her horse’s forever-damned mane!
She screamed again, thinking herself finally dead, when Sheol, Barzula and Rox simultaneously drove their horses onto the stag. It let her horse go, and suddenly StarLaughter was free, her horse bolting down the forest paths, the Demons’ horses pounding behind her.
In the forest to the west, Drago’s eyes flew open, and he fought for control as panic and terror flooded through him. In some part of him he could feel the Demons, feel their fingers reaching into him, feel them draining him. He could barely control the impulse to rise and flee through the forest, flee from something horrid that nibbled at him, that sunk sharp teeth into his heels, that lunged for his soft belly with razored horns —
He rose on his elbows, his eyes jerking from side to side.
Faraday slept serenely by his side, and the ranks of soldiers that rippled out from Zared’s campfire likewise lay calmly, lost in sleep.
Finally Drago managed to control his sense of panic. He looked to the east, troubled, and after a long, long time drifted back to sleep.
They rode for an hour, and then, as their mounts finally slaked their terror, pulled to a halt in a glade.
“When Qeteb walks again we will raze this forest to the bedrock!” Sheol screamed, turning her horse so she could see back the way they’d come, as if she might still see Isfrael standing there.
“Every one of the creatures that hide here shall become our fodder,” Rox said, with more calm but equal venom.
StarLaughter looked between them, shaken to the very core of her being. She’d thought the Demons completely invulnerable, she couldn’t believe that …
Sheol turned to stare flatly at her. “It is this forest. It is too shady” she said. “But we will grow stronger the more we feed. And one day, one day …”
StarLaughter