Seven Swords - Michael E. Shea (best manga ereader txt) 📗

sun fell behind the western mountains. The shadow of the Old One was as ominous as it was in the daylight.

Ca’daan was stunned into silence.

“A town of fools,” said Adrin. “We’re here to save them and they treat us as the attackers.”

“What do you see in a town like that?” asked Jon.

Adrin shook his head.

“Peace,” said San’doro.

“Indeed,” said Jon. “There is no place for people like us in a town like that. We are alien to them and unwanted.”

“So what? We leave?” asked Adrin.

“No,” said Jon. “If there is no place for us there is no place for those who would attack them. They will be as unprepared for the red demons as they were for us. Our place is here.”

“So what do we do?” asked the Kal.

“Ca’daan should go find out what is happening. The rest of us will stay here. They will not want us but they may need us. That is why we’re here.” said Jon. He turned to Ca’daan. “Go to them. Find out what has happened and find out how we can help.”

Ca’daan left at night and San’doro followed. The dark man would have no trouble scouting the town, the militia had no real experience. It was a risk. If the villagers saw a knife-wielding desert ghost in their town, it would be difficult to ever get them to trust the seven swords again.

Jon turned to Susan. “What did they think?” Susan seemed to think before answering.

“They don’t like Ca’daan, the small man especially. They think he will be an elder of the village some day,” said Susan.

“Do they believe him? Do they think their village will be attacked?” asked Jon.

“No.”

“What if they’re right?” said Thorn. He didn’t raise his head as he asked. His long hair hung in his face covering everything but his mouth. The others looked to Jon.

“They’re not,” said Susan. They all looked at her; Jon, Thorn, Adrin, Vrenna, and the Kal. Silence flowed over them.

“Show us, Susan,” said Jon.

Susan looked at him with her green eyes.

“Whoa, wait,” said Adrin but it was too late. The world ripped apart around them replaced with a world of fear and blood and fire.

It was horrible to see the sacking of Fena Set as Ca’daan had seen it but Jon learned much.

“Gods below,” said San’doro. Adrin vomited. Vrenna looked at Thorn.

“They’re not human,” said the Kal. He meant the phrase as a metaphor but Jon wasn’t sure he was wrong. The images alone weren’t enough to tell him for sure but something was very wrong about those monsters.

“They’re demontouched,” said Thorn. “They have tasted the blood of the five hells.” The others, save Vrenna, looked lost. Jon thought he knew what the man meant.

“Tell us, friend,” said Jon.

“No. Have her show it,” said Thorn. He looked at Susan. She cried out a little and it frightened Jon. She closed her eyes and Thorn’s story crashed on his mind like a rock through glass.

Chapter Nineteen: Thorn and the Demon Blood

Thorn and fifteen others had been selected by the wolf lord of Thorn’s tribe and, seeing the power and skill of the other men, Thorn was proud to be among them. They had practiced with axes, hammers, swords, bows, and their bare hands. Each of them had no fewer than thirty death marks on their chests. They had ridden against each other and been beaten until they cared not. Each of them was as tough as a thick tree and loyal to the death. This made them perfect for what the wolf lord had planned. After two weeks a scarred general, hair streaked gray, came and spoke to them in the chill of the morning.

“The godless north has guns that kill us from afar. They have commanders who speak through the air to one another. They have weapons of shining steel. We will lose this war if we do not find another weapon to defeat them. You are that weapon.”

They took Thorn and the others into the heart of an ancient wood. Black stones formed a ring around a platform of carved rock. On the platform stood an altar and a large stone pillar. They were joined by two men, armed and armored in sharp black iron. They wore helms of twisted horned skulls. They accompanied three women one robed in gray and scarlet and two younger women in rags, both blindfolded. The armored men tore the clothes from the two younger women leaving them naked and shivering. Their breath came in clouds in the cool night air. Thorn and the others lusted after them. They grinned and tensed their muscles. They were not the only ones to lust after the women that night.

The two armored men took one of the girls and tied her to the altar. The robed witch began painting runes and symbols the woman’s naked skin as the large skull-helmed men chained the other to the pillar.

The woman on the altar began to scream. Smoke rose from the runes on her body. The other woman began to cry in fright. The witch moved to the ground and poured a clay jar of some thick fluid on the ground. It smoked and the smell made Thorn gag. Moving back to the altar she drew a wicked dagger of red steel. With slow precision she began to cut open the woman on the altar. Thorn felt his skin grow cold. The horror in front of him was too much to bear. He closed his eyes as the woman’s screams turned into wet gasping. Soon she fell silent, leaving the screaming to the woman chained to the pillar.

Thorn heard something tear, deep in the earth. As he watched a three fingered claw tore out of the earth from the circle of vile oil the witch had poured. A beast from the worst nightmare crawled from the unhallowed earth. The witch and her armored men stood back as the demon surveyed them with eyeless sight. The beast centered on the other woman, her screams echoing in the dark forest. With terrifying impossible speed it was on her.

It began to devour her. She screamed until her throat seemed to tear apart. As the beast finished, the armored warriors struck. One of them reared back with a wide-bladed greatsword and swung hard. The blade hit the demon in the back. When it screamed, Thorn and the others fell to the ground. A thick agony tore into their skulls.

The demon spun and grabbed the sword by the blade. With a twist the blade snapped like a stick. It reached forward and gripped the attacker by the throat. The armored man howled in his helm as the hand enclosed, twisting metal and crushing bone. With a single jerk the armored man’s head tore free.

The other armored man stabbed hard, piercing the demon and pinning it to one of the other black stones. Holding the blade steady, the armored man drew another heavy blade from his belt behind his back. He swung hard, cleaving deep into the demon’s arm above the shoulder. The mental cry hit them all again. Another cut and the demon’s arm fell twitching to the ground. The demon gripped out with its other arm and buried its claws into the man’s shoulder. The man roared out and cleaved off the demon’s other arm.

The armored man fell away, blood pouring from his torn steel shoulder. The witch approached the demon, a black clay bowl in one hand and her wicked knife in the other. With a single cut she opened the demon’s throat and black thick blood ran into the bowl. Soon it overflowed with the thick liquid and ran down her hands. Thorn saw the grin of ecstasy on her face.

She turned to the sixteen men and the gleam her in her eye scared him more than any of the horror he had witnessed that night.

“Drink,” she said to the first man. The command could not be physically disobeyed. Her voice sunk into them, forcing their bodies to her command. The man drank, as did the others.

As did Thorn.

The substance coated his throat and stained him like black ink. The taste was more awful than any he could imagine. He felt it moving in his stomach, turning like boiling oil. He grew cold from the inside out.

The next day they were all dead but Thorn. Their bodies lay bloated and black in the rising sun. Some had torn themselves open. Others had twisted in spasm until their backs had broken. Thorn lay on the ground staring up at a sky he no longer recognized.

“Now you are a god,” the witch had said to him.

That was the first time Thorn had died.

The images broke free and Jon vomited his dinner onto the rocks. He looked up at Thorn’s black eyes and imagined the dark life the cursed man must now live.

So that is what it is like to be a demon, thought Jon.

Ca’daan returned later that eve.

“They are fools,” Ca’daan said. “They see no threat and assume they can face any that might come. I am sorry, my friends.”

The Kal turned to Jon. “We are not of this place, are we, old man.”

Jon thought a moment and then spoke. “Let’s take the morning to ponder the matter at hand. For now, let us rest.”

“I brought this. My aunt baked it this afternoon for my return.” Ca’daan took out a loaf of round bread wrapped in white linen. The smell of it made Jon’s eyes water.

“Oh my gods,” said Adrin. “Give it here.”

“What is it?” asked San’doro poking it with his knife.

They each ate a chunk of the bread, enjoying every crumb. It was a little piece of heaven in long years of purgatory for Jon. Each of them ate in silence.

“If we have to turn back tomorrow,” said the Kal. “It was worth the trip for that.”

They slept soundly that night under the red moon. When they awoke, Jon found the answer to their problems.

Jon, Ca’daan, Susan, and the Kal approached the town’s main road and once again they were met by Severn and the spear wielders. Jon knelt to Susan.

“I don’t want you to show them. I want you to spark their minds. I want them to see it themselves. If they sense treachery, or worse, if they sense what you can do, they will kill you.” Susan nodded. “Just give them a small taste,” said Jon.

Jon stood and the men closed in on him.

“You and your friends are not welcome here,” said Severn.

“I understand, friend,” said Jon. “You have a peaceful village here and you have no need for men like me. You and your men can protect the town just fine. And who are we but thieves, brigands, murderers, and rapists? How would you know what danger we might bring?” said Jon. Severn looked confused but nodded.

“Yes. Meaning no disrespect, sir,” said Severn. The other men shuffled. “We appreciate your desire to help but we can take care of ourselves.”

“And who knows if these men will even come,” said Jon. “We have traveled with your friend, Ca’daan for some time now. Perhaps he was mistaken by what he saw.”

“Indeed,” said Severn.

“And if they did come, as remote as that is, you and your men look strong enough to handle anything. Even us if you needed,” said Jon.

“Indeed,” said Severn.

“Which of you is the strongest?” asked Jon. The men looked at one another and then to a large young man to their right.

“That would be Barnam,” said Severn. Jon looked at the man. He as tall as Thorn and his cotton shirt bulged across his chest and arms.