Mattio pointed southeast to a small nearby field where tall stalks of corn were growing, in defiance of what should have been the seasonThey will be at your stream very soon
Baerd did not speakHe followed Mattio's leadElena and Donar went with themOther men and women were in that field of corn already and Baerd saw that they were reaching down to pluck a stalk to be their weapon in the nightIt was uncanny, incredible, but he was beginning to take a part of the measure of this place, to understand the magic that was at work here, and a corner of his mind, which worked outside and around the stern logic of day, grasped that the tall yellow grain that was so endangered was the only weapon possible tonightThey would fight for the fields with grain in their hands
He stepped in among the others in that cornfield, careful of where he walked, and he bent down and grasped a stalk for himselfIt came free easily, even willingly to his hand in that green nightHe walked out on to fallow ground again and hefted it in his hand and swung it cautiously, and he saw that already the stalk had stiffened like metal forgedIt sliced through the air with a keen whistling soundHe tested it with a finger and drew bloodThe stalk had grown as sharp as any blade he'd ever held, and as true to his hand, and it was many-edged like the fabled blades of Quileia, centuries ago
He looked away to the westThe Ygrathens were descending the nearest of the hillsHe could see the glint of their weapons under the moonThis is not a dream, he told himself
Donar was beside him, grim and unwaveringMattio stood beyond,
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"Shall we go?" Donar said then, turning to look out upon them all"Shall we go and fight them for the fields and for our people? Will you come with me now to the Ember war?"
"For the fields!" the Night Walkers cried, and raised their living swords aloft to the sky
What Baerd di Tigana bar Saevar cried he cried only in his heart and not aloud, but he went forward with all of them, a stalk of corn like a long blade in his hand, to do battle under the pale green moon of that enchanted place
When the Others fell, scaly and grey, blind and crawling with maggots, there was never any bloodElena understood why that was so, Donar had told her years ago: blood meant life, and their foes tonight were the enemies, the opposite, of any kind of lifeWhen they fell to the corn swords nothing flowed from them, nothing seeped away into the earth
There were so many of themThere always were, swirling in a grey mass like slugs, pouring down out of the hills and swarming into the stream where Donar and Mattio and Baerd had come to make their stand
Elena prepared herself to fight, amid the loud, whirling, green-tinted chaos of the nightShe was frightened, but she knew she could deal with thatShe remembered how deathly afraid she'd been in her first Ember war, wondering how she, she who could scarcely have even lifted a sword in the daytime world, could possibly battle such hideous creatures as the
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But Donar and Verzar had assuaged her fears: here in this green night of magic it was the soul and the spirit that mattered, here it was courage and desire that shaped and drove the bodies in which they found themselvesElena felt so much stronger on the Ember Nights, so much more lithe and quickThat had frightened her, too, the first time and even afterward: under this green moon she was someone who could killIt was a realization she had to deal with, an adjustment to be madeThey all did, to one degree or anotherNone of them were exactly what they were under the sun or the two moons of homeDonar's body on this night of war reached backwards, further every year, toward a lost image of what he once had been
Just as Baerd's very clearly, reached back as well, more than one might have guessed or expectedNot fourteen, or he would not have been allowedShe didn't understand that, but she had no time to puzzle such things outThe Others were in the stream, and now they were trying to clamber out, clad in the hideous shapes her mind gave them
She dodged a scything axe-blow from a creature dripping with water as it scrambled up the bank towards her, and as she did she gritted her teeth and slashed downward with an instinctive deadliness she would have never known was hersShe felt her blade, her living sword, crunch hard through scaly armor and bury itself in the maggot-infested body of her foe
She pulled the weapon free with an effort, hating what she had done, but hating the Others more, infinitely moreShe turned, barely in time to block another ascending blow
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Then suddenly only one of the Others was standing there
She lowered her sword and looked at BaerdAt her stranger on the road, her promise given by the nightHe smiled grimly at her, tight-lipped, standing over the bodies of the Others he had just killedHe smiled, and he had saved her life, but he said nothing to her at allHe turned and went forward to the edge of the riverShe watched him go, saw his boy's body stride into the thickness of battle, and she wasn't sure whether to give way to a rush of hope because of his deadly skill or to grieve for the look in his too young eyes
Again, no time for such thoughtsThe river seethed and boiled now with the churning of the Others as they waded into itScreams of pain, cries of rage and fury cut the green night like blades of soundShe saw Donar along the bank to the south swinging his sword two-handed in wheeling circles of denialSaw Mattio beside him, slashing and stabbing, neat-footed among the fallen bodies, absolute in his courageAll about her the Night Walkers of Certando plunged into the caldron of their war
She saw a woman fall, then another, swarmed over and hacked down by the creatures from the westShe cried out herself then, in fury and revulsion, and she moved back up to the edge of the river, running to where Carenna was, her sword swinging forward, her blood, her blood which was life, and the promise of life, raging with the need to drive them backBack now, tonight, and then again a year from now, and
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In the midst of that chaos of noise and motion, Elena glanced upShe checked the height of the still-climbing moon, and then, she could not stop herself, she looked to the nearest of the devastated hills beyond the stream, apprehension clutching at her heartThere was no one there
There would be, thoughShe was almost certain there would beAnd then? She pulled herself back from thatWhat would happen would happenAround her there was war, here and now, and more than enough terror in the Others massed before her, surging up out of the river on either side
She tore her thoughts from the hill and struck downwards, hard, feeling her blade bite into a scabrous shoulderShe heard the Other make a wet, bubbly soundShe jerked her sword free and spun left barely in time to block a sideways blow, scrambling to keep her footingCarenna's free hand braced her from behind; she didn't even have time to look but she knew who it was
It was wild under the unknown stars, under the green light of that moon, it was frenzy and chaos; there was screaming and shouting everywhere now, and the riverbank was muddy, slippery and treacherousElena's Others were wet and grey, dark with their parasites and open soresShe clenched her teeth and fought, letting this Ember Night body's grace be guided by her soul, the stalk that was her sword dancing with a life that seemed to come from within itself as much as it did
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