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"Why, yes, BattleAxe. Indeed we have. In fact, just four nights ago we managed to capture two of the frightful creatures as they tried to re-enter the Forbidden Valley. We have them now, caged and guarded in the cellars of the Worship Hall. How fortuitous that you should arrive in time for their execution tomorrow morning."

The Prisoners

Axis stared at the man, his mug of ale raised, forgotten, halfway to his mouth. "You've what?" he barked in his astonishment. Belial put his own mug down carefully on the table, all traces of amusement wiped from his eyes.
Hagen looked well pleased with the reaction his news had caused. "Eight of the village men were out late checking the rabbit traps when they ran straight into the pair, trying to cower behind Goodman Harland's haystack."
Harland nodded vigorously. "It was a battle worthy of a bard in King Priam's court," he said proudly, omitting to mention that he and his family had hid underneath their bedstead until it was all over.
Hagen glared at him, then turned back to Axis. "The men trusted in Artor to save them from the Forbidden's dark magic, BattleAxe. We have brave men in this village."
In truth, the men had run in terror when they first discovered the Forbidden behind the haystack, fearing their dark magic, and one of the older men had tripped and dropped his lantern. The burning oil set the haystack ablaze and, in the ensuing panic, the Forbidden tried to escape but fell themselves. The village men would have skewered them then and there with their pitchforks had not Hagen, alerted by the fuss, arrived and ordered that the senseless man and the screaming child be imprisoned in the Worship Hall cellar. "He might tell us if there are other Forbidden about," Hagen had said, "don't worry, Artor will protect us from his evil sorcery."
Hagen's words proved correct and, in the days since the capture, the villagers not only became increasingly O bold about their prisoners but also reworked the story of their capture until it was their bravery that had captured the creatures, not a combination of panic and ill-luck.
Axis nodded impatiently. "Yes, yes. I'm sure your men are extraordinary." Two against eight did not seem a great battle to him. "Now, let me see these creatures." He almost pushed his chair over in his haste to rise. Belial was already hovering by the door.
Hagen rose more slowly. "We have interrogated them extensively, BattleAxe, but have learned nothing. The beasts refused to answer any of our questions. We will all be relieved when we can put them to the torch tomorrow."
Even in his haste to get to the door, Axis noted that Azhure had blanched at the mention of the burning.
Hagen led the group outside and across the courtyard to the Worship Hall. The back door was unlocked and Axis glanced questioningly at the Plough-Keeper.
"Be assured we have them under close guard, BatdeAxe. They will not escape."
The Hall was empty of people and their steps echoed across the stone slab floor as Hagen took them across to a stairwell and then down to the cellar. Axis, his heart racing, almost pushed the Brother in his impatience to reach the bottom of the steps.
But well before he reached the cellar a sickening stench caused him to choke momentarily. "What?" he began to ask, but Hagen was leading him off the stairs and across a large windowless cellar. The rear quarter of the cellar, partitioned off with sturdy metal bars and normally used as a lock-up for drunken husbands, was now being put to a more vile purpose. The stench that came from the barred cell was overwhelming, and Axis had to cover his nose and mouth until he acclimatised himself to the smell of old blood, stale urine and faeces.

Every time Axis encountered unnecessary cruelty it sickened him — and he could smell it now in this cell.
When he finally managed to look at the cell, he was not surprised to see that Ogden and Veremund had managed to find their way down there before himself. Hagen was obviously overjoyed to see two of his fellow brothers and exclaimed with delight as he hurried over to them, pointing into the cell as if showing off prized pets. Axis could see that both Ogden and Veremund were white with anger.
Axis finally gathered himself and looked more closely — and within the space of a heartbeat he completely and utterly lost his temper. Huddled in a corner, as far as they could get from the iron bars, were a dark man and a small female child of alien although attractive features. They were naked, filthy and covered with bruises and abrasions. Looking briefly at the long iron bars that the two .village lads, acting as guards, held, Axis realised that Hagen's "interrogation" probably consisted simply of poking and prodding the two until pain made them confess to whatever crime Hagen had in mind. Obviously no-one had been inside to clean the cell, or to offer the two the simple decency of a bucket for their bodily needs. Sores running across their lips and down their faces suggested they had not received any water in the four days since the good people of Smyrton had imprisoned them in this iron-barred chamber of horrors.
For an instant the strange man's eyes, full of velvet darkness, met Axis' through the iron bars of his cage.
"You curdled clot of whore's piss," Axis snarled, reaching over to Hagen with one hand and slamming him back against the bars of the cell. "In whose name do you dare to treat anyone like this?"
Hagen went as white as the underbelly of a fish. The BattleAxe's hands had him pinned so viciously by the throat that he could hardly breathe, and the BattleAxe was leaning over him with a look on his face that suggested Hagen was not long for this world. Blood trickled down his neck where his head had been pushed roughly against the iron bars. He could feel the hilt of Axis' sword pressing painfully into his ample belly.
"What?" he gulped, unable to comprehend why the BattleAxe had reacted like this. The two village lads on guard stood helplessly to one side, stopped from trying to prise the BattleAxe off their Plough-Keeper by his lieutenant, who looked almost as furious as the BattleAxe himself.
"In Artor's name," the Plough-Keeper finally managed to whisper. "They are filth, beasts, there is no point in treating them as if they understood what was going on. This is all they deserve."
Axis' face was white with fury. Did Artor call for such treatment of prisoners? " You are filth, Brother Hagen," he spat at the terrified man and, seizing him by his hair and the cloth of his habit, hurled him against the far wall of the cellar where he crashed senseless to the floor. The Goodmen Hordley and Garland cowered back against the steps of the stairwell, terrified that Axis would attack them next, but the woman Azhure stood her ground, retaining her composure before Axis' fierce stare. "I have brought water and food every day for the past four days," she said calmly, indicating a bucket and tray of food standing unused by the foot of the stairwell. "But Hagen would not let me minister to them."
"Then get the water now," Axis said gruffly, and turned on his heel to the two guards. Both of them backed up to the wall, patently horrified. What had they done wrong?
"Belial, will you get the keys to the lock off these craven deformities that think to call themselves men?"
Axis said tightly. "I do not trust myself to get too close to them."
The guard holding the keys voided in sheer terror when Belial snatched the keys from his hand. Belial turned and spun them through the air to Axis, their eyes meeting in complete understanding as Axis caught the keys. Whatever either might have thought about the people in this cell, no-one ever treated prisoners like this, nor did anyone ever imprison a child that could barely walk.
Axis turned and slipped the key inside the lock; he felt Azhure at his shoulder with the bucket .of water. Goodman Garland gasped in horror as the lock swung free. "They are dangerous, BattleAxe! Do not go in there!"
Axis turned and caught Garland's eyes. "You do not know what danger really means, Garland," he said quietly but menacingly. Garland paled and shut up.
Ogden grabbed Axis' arm. "Axis, I beg of you, let them go!" he whispered, his face completely distraught. Forgetting that Azhure was right behind him and within easy listening distance, Axis grabbed Ogden's hand and threw it off his arm. "That's hardly a sentiment the Seneschal would approve of is it, Brother Ogden?"
The woman frowned at the exchange, but the next moment Axis had thrown open the door of the cell, leaving his sword and axe by the door, and was walking slowly across the filthy space towards the pair huddled in the corner. Azhure slipped in behind him, and Beliai stepped up to guard the door.
Axis turned and caught AzhureV arm as they were halfway across the cell. "Wait here," he said quietly, and took the bucket of water from her.
Axis hesitated before he moved over to the prisoners. He had always wondered how he would react to the Forbidden. Now, instead of the anger or fear that the O Seneschal had taught him, Axis found himself regarding these two with sympathy and, even more confusingly, empathy. Looking into the great dark eyes of the man, Axis discovered that he was incapable of hating or even fearing this man.
Raum watched as Axis approached. He had recognised the black uniform emblazoned with the twin axes as soon as the man had stepped into the cellar. That uniform had not changed in over a thousand years, and every Avar was raised to fear and loathe it. Yet, just when Raum was about to commend himself and Shra to the Sacred Grove for eternity, everything had exploded in a direction that he could never have foreseen. The BattleAxe had seized the Plough-Keeper and had half-murdered him in a rage that would have done a Horned One proud. And now, after Raum and Shra had endured four days of unimaginable terror, pain and thirst, the BattleAxe had disarmed himself and was approaching with a bucket of water in his hands and sympathy in his eyes. Raum hugged Shra to his chest protectively. She had been unconscious for the past twelve hours and was now scarcely breathing.
Axis put the bucket on the floor and squatted down in front of the man.
"Do you understand me?" he said quietly. For a moment Raum did nothing, then he nodded tiredly.
Axis regarded the man. He was strong, very strong, and of strange features, but Axis could see nothing about him to warrant the tales of cruelty and evil that the Seneschal told about these men. What creature of evil could hold a child so lovingly? He remembered some of what Ogden had said about these people. "You are Avar?" he asked.
Raum's eyes widened a little. Then he nodded again, a little more strongly this time. Axis' eyes shifted to the girl. She had been brutally treated by the Smyrton villagers, and Axis could see that she was near death. Her breathing was shallow and irregular, gurgling through fluid-filled lungs, and her fingernails and lips had a bluish tinge. His throat constricted, and compassion for the little girl consumed him. Tears filled his eyes.
"Please," he said very quietly so that none but Raum or Azhure could hear him, "let me hold her."
After-an-JHStant's hesitation Raum held out the little girl's limp body. She would need the BattleAxe's help if she were to survive the day. Axis gathered her gently into his arms. After a moment he dipped his hand into the bucket of water by his side and washed some of the dirt from her face.
Then softly, very, very softly, he began to sing for her. It was a strange song, almost with no melody, filled with breathy catches and lilts, but extraordinarily compelling and beautiful. It shocked Raurn to the core of his being; he had heard this Song sung only once before in his life, and then it had been no human that had sung it. Only the most powerful of Icarii Enchanters could sing this enchantment; yet even they were normally too weak to make it work. He sank back against the wall of the cell, his eyes wide and unbelieving. Not even the Horned Ones could do this, and certainly no human could!
Azhure stood puzzled. What was the BattleAxe doing to the child?
Ogden and Veremund, however, could fee! if not hear the Song. Tears welled in their eyes. "Oh dear one!" Veremund whispered almost inaudibly, "Save her!"
Raum had no eyes for anyone save Shra and Axis. Axis' voice began to grow in intensity, though not in volume, and then . . . then . . . Shra began to stir. Tiny, jerky actions at first, then stronger movements as the child visibly squirmed in the BattleAxe's arms. He stopped singing, stared quietly at the child for a moment, then looked up and smiled into Raum's eyes. "She lives," he said, genuine surprise in his voice. Raum had the strangest feeling that the BattleAxe did not quite know what he had done.
Raum held out his arms for Shra, but the BattleAxe continued to hold her tight. She was awake now and staring at Axis curiously, then she reached out and touched his beard. "I can get her out of the cell for the night," Axis said very softly to Raum, "but I am not sure that I can save your lives. I am bound by my oaths as BattleAxe to the Seneschal to destroy the Forbidden. And . . ." He frowned. Why was he even thinking about trying to save them? They were Forbidden\
Raum nodded. He understood that the BattleAxe of the Seneschal was the last person in the land who would try to save them. Yet . . . what had he done for Shra? No BattleAxe could have sung that Song. He leaned out a hand and briefly ran his fingertips along Axis' cheek, ignoring Belial's sudden movement of concern. "I understand," he whispered, "but I do not know why one with the soul of an Icarii Enchanter wears the black and this badge of destruction. Surely the Icarii hate as much as we do? But I thank you for the Song that you sang for Shra." As he dropped his hand from Axis' face he briefly touched the twin axes on Axis' breast.