"Douglass, Sara - Axis Trilogy 1 - Battleaxe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)

In a strange way what the Sentinels told Faraday buttressed what Embeth had told her about duty. She took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly at the Sentinels. "I think I understand. But how can I get to Gorkenfort before Axis?"
The Sentinels relaxed. They had been uncertain whether or not Faraday would agree, and they could not force her into any action she was unwilling to undertake. Yr stood up and stretched, then walked across and butted her head against Faraday's knees. Faraday smiled a little and stroked Yr's back, grateful for the affection.
"You will travel with myself and Yr," Jack said. "Stay with Axis until you reach Arcen. That is as far as you would have gone with him anyway. Once Axis and the Axe-Wielders leave for Smyrton, then we will leave for Gorkenfort — secretly! Do not tell your mother about this!" he added.
Faraday laughed a little. "Tell my mother about this?" She waved her hand about the top of the Barrow. "About you? She would give me an enema to clear my wits!"
"Faraday, we would have you leave as soon as you can," Jack said. "Ideally, we would set out tonight — but when Axis realised you were missing in the morning he would have three and a half thousand men to search among these Barrows for you, and not even a Sentinel can hide from so many."
"I understand," Faraday said, then hesitated a little. "Tell me, does Axis know any of this?"
The Sentinels shook their heads. "No," Ogden replied for them all. "He must grow a little before more can be made clear to him. His path will be very different to yours. He must discover his own identity. Trust us on this."
"One more thing," Faraday said. "You said that there were two important tasks for me to perform. One," she paused, "is to marry Borneheld. I understand that and I will try to accept it. But what is the other one?"
Veremund patted her shoulder. "Be assured, dear girl, that it will not be quite so distasteful as the first. But you have heard enough tonight. Jack and Yr can tell you more on your journey to Gorkenfort. Now," his eyes glowed bright gold, "will you be true to us and to Axis, dear one?"
"Yes," Faraday whispered. "Yes, I will be true, though think you do not understand the sacrifice you ask of me."
"The Prophecy demands much from many people, Faraday. And no one will have to sacrifice more than the Sentinels. No one" His voice hardened. "Do not speak to us of sacrifice!"
"I'm sorry," Faraday whispered.
Veremund's eyes dimmed a little in contrition. "Yes, sweet child. I know you are sorry, and I know you will be true. And I, all of us, recognise that what we ask of you is indeed a sacrifice. Now, I'm sure you must be feeling very tired. Yr? Perhaps you will escort Faraday to her bed?"
Ogden, Veremund and Jack sat silently as Yr led Faraday down the side of the Barrow. After a few moments Jack spoke.
"So, it has begun, my friends. We have alerted the Destroyer to our presence, yet we still lack one of our number."
"Where is she?" asked Veremund. "Where is she?
Why isn't she here?"
A Cloudy Day Axis deliberately avoided Faraday the next morning, for which she was profoundly grateful. Although she could still remember the warmth of Axis' mouth, the strength of his arms, the events that had followed seemed a dream. When she'd awoken her mother was already dressed and gone, and Yr was sitting on her vacant bedroll, smiling at Faraday.
Faraday managed a small smile back, uncertain what to do. "Good morning, Yr," she finally managed. The cat jumped across to Faraday's side of the tent, walking up Faraday's body until she stood on her chest. There she sat and began to knead uncomfortably. "Good morning, sweet one," she whispered in a burr that was all but inaudible. "May I suggest that now you bear me more respect you might be a little less tardy about enquiring after my breakfast?"
Faraday closed her eyes for a moment. It had been no dream. She remembered what she had agreed to do on top of the Barrow and shuddered. "Food!" hissed Yr.
An hour after daybreak the column of Axe-Wielders wended its way through the Barrows and out onto the exposed plains of Arcness. Overnight the weather had deteriorated and daybreak had seen the landscape lighten scarcely beyond a dim twilight. The wind had doubled in strength and the clouds to the north, which hung so low that in places they dragged along the ground, bubbled and broiled. Streaks of lightning shot through them at intervals and occasional rumbles of thunder reached the riders as they moved out. The mood within the column was grim, and even Veremund was sunk in uncharacteristic gloom. Occasionally he exchanged glances with Yr, huddled behind Faraday's saddle.
"Excuse me," Veremund said finally, booting his heels into his donkey's flanks, "I must talk to the BattleAxe."
Timozel turned to Faraday and raised his eyebrows, but she only turned to watch Veremund's back disappear towards the front of the column, a worried expression growing on her face.
Veremund cantered up to Ogden who was riding a few paces behind Axis and Belial. "My friend, I do not like what is happening" he said softly.
Ogden gave him an anxious look. "No. It is not good. These clouds are not natural. We make a tempting target for Gorgrael - four Sentinels within the vicinity. Axis and Faraday."
"What can we do?"
Ogden shook his head. "We can but warn, Veremund, we can but warn. Yet I know not how to warn Axis against what looks like approaching."
They both booted their donkeys forward until they were riding next to Axis.
"BattleAxe," Ogden leaned forward. " like not the look of this approaching storm. We are so exposed here — there is nowhere to shelter." Axis glanced at him briefly. He had been thinking the same thing himself; over the past few minutes the wind had almost doubled in strength so that it now blew around them in malevolent gusts. He reined Belaguez to a sudden halt. "Belial, how far out are we from the Barrows?" Belial considered a moment. "We have hardly seen the sun this morning. BattleAxe, so it is hard to estimate.
But I would think that we have not been riding for much more than an hour." Axis chewed his lip, berating himself for pulling out this morning at all. He had been so preoccupied with thoughts of Faraday, of the feel of her pressed against his body, that he had failed to consider the dangers of a march in this weather. What an Artor-cursed fool he was! "And the storm, Belial, how far away do you think that is?"
The column of mounted Axemen had started to ride past them now, and the four men edged their mounts out of the way. Some of the men gave them anxious glances.
Belial squinted into the distance. "Less than an hour, BattleAxe. The horizon is already lost."
Axis quickly made his decision. "Belial, get this damned column turned around. Spread the men out as much as possible so that they don't ride each other down. And tell them to ride, damn it, ride as fast as they can. Those Barrows will give us the only shelter we're going to get!"
Belial turned his horse and started shouting at the men. Axis cursed again. It was well-nigh impossible to get such a large column turned around and moving fast without some degree of chaos. Belaguez fidgeted nervously, tossing his head and prancing as the column slowly, achingly slowly, started to wheel about and spread out over the plains.
"Go, damn you," Axis whispered. "Ride before this wind!"
The Axe-Wielders started in ones and twos to push tht.T horses faster. Ogden leaned as close as he could to the prancing stallion and shouted to attract Axis' attention above the increasing thunder of hooves. "Axis! BatdeAxe!"
Axis only just heard him and looked down at the two Brothers, still keeping him company on their placid white donkeys. "Damn you! Ride!" he yelled at them. Belaguez reared in excitement and fear. He wanted nothing more than to stretch his powerful body out after the rest of the horses fleeing before the wind.
Ogden wheeled his donkey out from under the stallion's hooves. "Axis," he shouted again. "Listen to me! This is no ordinary storm. This is the work of Gorgrael!"
"Then tell me how to fight it, man!" Axis almost screamed at him, keeping his seat on Belaguez's plunging back only through his remarkable gift of balance. "Tell me how to save my Axemen from this demon-spawned nightmare!" The wind was now so strong that it tore Axis' blond hair from its braid, whipping it wildly about his face.
"I don't know," Ogden whispered, terrified, "I don't know."
Axis stared at him for a long moment, anger and fear battling across his face, then he kicked the donkey's rump. "Then ride, damn you, ride! It's our only chance!"
He finally let Belaguez have his head and the stallion raced away after the rest of the Axe-Wielders. Ogden and Veremund followed as fast as their donkeys' short legs would allow. This was not how it was supposed to be.
Timozel turned Faraday and Median's horses about as soon as it became apparent what was happening, and screamed at their maids to do the same thing. He whipped his sword out of his weapon belt and beat their horses' rumps with the flat of the blade, his too-long hair falling over his eyes. Every time he looked around the storm clouds were closer, heavier, angrier. Never had he seen clouds move in such a fashion, or boil in defiance of the wind. Red, blue and silver flashes lit them from within.
Faraday gripped her horses mane in her hands, terrified by the sudden turn of events. She remembered the shot of lightning and the anger of the thunder last night when the Sentinels had shouted their presence at the sky, and she knew that somehow these two events were connected. "Oh Axis, please be safe," she cried to herself as she struggled to keep her hands tangled in the horse's heaving mane, "please be safe!" Behind her, Yr clung with her claws to the saddle blanket, fighting to keep her balance on the horse's wildly heaving back, her eyes glowing deep blue, her lips pulled back in a snarl. "Jack!" she hissed, and her eyes flashed as she spat the word. "Help us! Be there for us!"
It was every rider for him or herself in this mad race. Adding to the danger of a flat-out gallop of over three thousand horsemen were the packhorses and relief horses, most of which were running out of control. Faraday prayed that her horse would not stumble and fall. A terrified shriek sounded behind her. She turned and saw her mother's maid disappear under the flashing hooves of the horses that came behind her. She gave a cry and might have tried to turn back, if Timozel had not grabbed her horse's head and kept it moving forward.
"She's gone, Faraday!" he screamed at her. "There's nothing you can do. Save your own life!"
Faraday glanced across at her mother who, white-faced, was clinging grimly to the pommel of her saddle. Her fingers tightened in her horse's mane until the coarse black hair started to cut deep into her flesh. She began to cry soundlessly.
At the back of the mass of fleeing riders Axis finally managed to bring Belaguez under some control. He swung the horse's head around to look for the two Brothers, but what he saw drove all thoughts from his mind. The line of broiling black clouds was now much, much closer. Frighteningly close. In their centre a gigantic head had formed out of the cloud mass; Vaguely manlike, although its bulging forehead and massive beaked nose looked almost like those of a bird of prey, it had a set of vicious tusks emerging from its cheeks that glinted wickedly as it twisted its head from side to side. Its mouth hung open, a too-large tongue protruding over its lower lip, canine fangs hanging from its upper gums. Huge silver orbs were sunk into deep eye sockets. Its skin was leathery and scaled, like a lizard's skin. The cloud head was the most terrifying thing Axis could imagine encountering.
And then it spoke. It saw the solitary man sitting on the grey stallion behind the fleeing riders and in front of the two small figures on the donkeys, and it spoke.
"Axis," it boomed across the distance. "My son."