‘What in God’s name is that?’ Bevier cried.

‘Ghworg,’ Ulath replied tensely, ‘the Troll-God of Kill.’

The immortal beast howled yet again, and then it vanished.

CHAPTER 23

All semblance of co-operation among the Trolls vanished with the disappearance of Ghworg. They were not, as Ulath had so frequently pointed out, creatures which normally ran in packs, and without the presence of the God to coerce them into semi-unity, they reverted to their customary antagonism toward each other. Their charge faltered as a number of very nasty fights broke out in their ranks. These fights quickly spread, and within moments there was a general brawl in progress out beyond the mouth of the canyon.

‘Well?’ Kalten asked Ulath.

‘It’s over,’ the Genidian Knight shrugged, ‘–at least our part of it is. The riot among the Trolls themselves might go on for quite a while, though.’

Kring, it appeared, had reached the same conclusion, and his Peloi moved purposefully on the heaps of Trollish casualties, their sabres and lances at the ready.

Khalad was still standing behind his roughly constructed engine, his face blank and his eyes unseeing. Then he seemed to awaken. ‘What happened?’ he asked, looking around with some confusion.

‘You killed that big reptile, my young friend,’ Tynian told him. ‘It was a spectacular shot.’

‘I did? I don’t remember even shooting at it. I thought it was out of range.’

Zalasta had come down from the sloping side of the canyon with a look of satisfaction on his beetle-browed face. ‘I’m afraid I had to override your thoughts for a few moments there, young sir,’ he explained to Sparhawk’s squire. ‘I needed your engine to deal with the thunder beast. I hope you’ll forgive me, but there wasn’t time to consult with you about it.’

‘That’s quite all right, learned one. I just wish I’d been able to see the shot. What kind of beast was it?’

‘Its species roamed the earth millions of years ago,’ the Styric replied. ‘Before mankind or even the Trolls emerged. Our opponent appears to be very gifted in resurrecting the ancient dead.’

‘Was that him inside that ball of fire?’ Kalten asked.

‘I can’t be positive about that, Sir Kalten. It seems that we have many layers of enemies out there. If the one in the orb wasn’t our main enemy, though, he was probably very high up in the opposing councils. He was most skilled.’

‘Let’s see to the wounded,’ Vanion said crisply. Despite his protestations that Sparhawk was now in charge of the Pandions, the habit of command still ran deep in Vanion’s blood.

‘We might want to barricade that gap as well,’ Ulath suggested, ‘just to keep the surviving Trolls from paying us any unannounced visits during the night.’

‘I’ll go advise the ladies that the worst of this is over,’ Sparhawk told them. He turned Faran and rode back to the cave. He was a bit surprised and more than a bit exasperated to find Ehlana and the rest of the party from the cavern standing out in the open. ‘I told you to stay in the cave,’ he reprimanded his wife sharply.

‘You didn’t really expect me to do it, did you?’

‘Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.’

‘Life’s just filled with these little disappointments, isn’t it?’ Her tone was challenging.

‘That will do, children,’ Sephrenia said wearily. ‘Domestic squabbles shouldn’t be aired in public. Do your fighting in private.’

‘We weren’t fighting, were we, Sparhawk?’ Ehlana said.

‘We were just about to start.’

‘I’m sorry, dear,’ she apologised contritely. ‘I couldn’t bear to stay inside while you were in such terrible danger.’ Then she made a wry face. ‘Right now I’m going to have to choke down my royal pride and eat a large dish of crow. I’ve wronged Zalasta dreadfully. He saved the day for us, didn’t he?’

‘He certainly didn’t hurt us,’ Talen agreed.

‘He was stupendous!’ the queen exclaimed.

‘He’s very, very skilled,’ Sephrenia said proudly. Perhaps unconsciously, she was holding Danae in her arms. Their centuries of sisterhood had made the small Styric woman’s responses instinctive.

‘What was that awful face at the edge of the woods?’ Sir Berit asked with a shudder.

‘Ulath says it was Ghworg, the Troll-God of Kill,’ Sparhawk replied. ‘I sort of remember him from the Temple of Azash back in Zemoch. I didn’t really look at him that closely then, though. I was a little preoccupied at the time.’ He made a face. ‘Well, little mother,’ he said to Sephrenia, ‘it looks as if we might have been right. I’d say that Ghwerig’s spell wasn’t quite as iron-clad as we originally thought. The Troll-Gods are loose – at least Ghworg is. But what baffles me is why they didn’t escape earlier. If they could get out at any time, why didn’t they break free when I threatened to smash Bhelliom in the temple?’

‘Maybe they needed help,’ she shrugged. ‘It’s altogether possible that our enemy was able to enlist their aid by offering to help them escape their imprisonment. We’ll ask Zalasta. He might know.’

More of the knights had been injured during the fight with the Trolls than Sparhawk had originally thought, and some fifteen of their number had been killed. As evening settled into the canyon, Engessa came to Sparhawk, his eyes hard. ‘I’ll leave now, Sparhawk-Knight,’ he said abruptly.

Sparhawk looked at him, startled.

‘I must go have words with the clan of this region. Their failure to be at the boundary was inexcusable.’

‘There was probably a reason for it, Atan Engessa.’

‘No reason that I’ll accept. I’ll be back in the morning with enough warriors to protect Ehlana-Queen.’

‘There are Trolls out there in the forest, you know.’

‘They will not greatly inconvenience me, Sparhawk-Knight.’

‘Just be careful, Atan Engessa. I’m getting very tired of burying friends.’

Engessa suddenly grinned at him. ‘That’s one of the good things about fighting Trolls, Sparhawk-Knight. You don’t have to bury dead friends. The Trolls eat them.’

Sparhawk shuddered.

Zalasta was clearly the hero of the day. All of the Peloi and most of the Church Knights were obviously in awe of him. The vision of his explosive duel with the hooded figure in the blazing purple orb and the spectacular demise of the vast reptile was vividly etched on the minds of the entire party. He bore himself modestly, however, shrugging off his stunning accomplishments as if they were of no moment. He did, however, seem very pleased that Ehlana’s animosity had dissolved and that she was now whole-heartedly cordial toward him. His somewhat stiff manner softened – Ehlana had that effect on people – and he became somehow less reserved and more human.