‘May I speak?’ asked Ilkar. Sha-Kaan raised his head a few feet from the ground. His old eyes blinked slowly.

‘An elf of Julatsa,’ he said. ‘I would be most interested in what you have to say but be brief. Time is short.’

‘Thank you,’ said Ilkar. He stepped forward to stand by Hirad, Will giving way with some relief.

‘The powers you are talking about relate to an old and established spell called the DemonShroud. The Council of Julatsa are all expert in its casting and in its dispersal. I can assure you that they have the wit to shackle the powers of the demons. The Shroud by its very nature is a closed conjuration. The demons cannot step outside its bounds. It is impossible.’

Sha-Kaan was silent for a moment, his heavy bone brows arrowing between his eyes. He breathed out, a hot, sour exhalation that caught in the throat and stung the eyes.

‘And is this what your Council believe?’

‘It is written in our Lore and the mana structure is sound, tested and completely reliable,’ replied Ilkar.

‘But,’ said Sha-Kaan, and his voice tolled like a knell of death,

‘the fabric of your dimension is not sound. The forces of interdimensional space are at work in your skies and the Arakhe, demons, are a dimensional power. They have a hold, currently contained, which the Shroud gives them. And in the moment of dispersal, as you call it, there is the potential to make that hold permanent. If that should happen, the demons could threaten your survival and our melde.’

‘No,’ said Ilkar, frowning and shaking his head. ‘The mana construct is wholly controlled by Julatsa. The demons name the catalyst but beyond that are forced to operate the Shroud as an extension of their dimension within Balaia constrained by our magic.’

Sha-Kaan’s eyes flashed and Hirad felt the brief surge of anger.

‘Ilkar, I don’t think—’ he began.

‘I’m just explaining what I know,’ said Ilkar.

‘Then you know very little!’ Sha-Kaan’s voice whistled around the hall, booming from the tapestry-clad walls. ‘The DemonShroud gives the Arakhe access through your dimension and so the column projects from their dimension on a course through interdimensional space until it strikes another it cannot yet pierce - Skies know where that is. It is not contained within Balaia and the weakening of your fabric is feeding them more power than you can imagine because the essence of your dimension is flowing into interdimensional space where they can drink their fill. They have the strength to overpower your Council.’

‘Trust him, on this,’ said Hirad, feeling Sha-Kaan’s short patience wearing thin. ‘I’ve no idea what he’s talking about but I’m sure he’s right.’ Ilkar nodded but Denser spoke up.

‘One question, Sha-Kaan, if I may?’

Sha-Kaan’s head moved smartly to spear Denser with his cold blue eyes.

‘Ah,’ he said, and Hirad could taste his disdain. ‘The one who stole from me. You should feel fortunate that I have not chosen to take your life in return. But as we say, when the Skies blacken with the wings of your enemies, you will chew even the rotten stalks to fuel your fire. Remember that and ask, thief.’

Hirad glanced behind him at Denser who had gone quite pale. His eyes, though, didn’t waver or flick downwards.

‘Dawnthief was our only hope of survival—’

‘Do not test my temper, thief, your reasons are not important. That you stole was. Speak.’

Hirad sighed. Denser took a deep breath.

‘I would ask how you know so much, how—’

‘How can I be so sure? Because one of my strongest young Kaan lies on the edge of death after encountering the Arakhe in a place where they should not have been. They overwhelmed him in his own melde-corridor. And before you ask, yes that should be impossible. ’

‘What can be done, Great Kaan?’ asked Hirad, fearing the answer.

‘We have one chance and for that, I need your human strength and magic. And your souls.’

‘We’re bait,’ muttered The Unknown.

Sha-Kaan favoured the Big Man’s response with a chuckle, a dry rattling sound deep in his throat.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘But bait laced with poison.’

The Raven looked at each other, a general shifting unease broke their stillness.

‘I will explain what you must do.’ Hirad looked into the Great Kaan’s eyes. He saw and felt no intent to harm, only a desire to survive and to win. He nodded his head and listened.

Thraun moved warily to the opening from which the scent of the animal flowed. He knew what he saw was wrong and the thought worried at his mind as he approached. He could see into the opening, saw the lights flickering there, but looking past it, could see nothing but the land. He growled but the growl became a whine of deep-seated fear. The opening led to man-packbrother; it also led to the animal whose power so scared the wolf. But it led to nowhere - it was not the forest, it was not the open space, it was not the water or the sky.

Thraun sniffed at the base of the opening, seeing the grass become stone and tasting the odours that came from within. There was wood and oil, there was man and elf, all of which comforted him. But lying deep over the scents he knew, were alien taints he could link to nothing. He picked up his head and looked inside, seeing the lights and the stone. The trail of man-packbrother, a trail tinged by fear but not terror, was clear as were those of the other men and the elf.

He glanced behind him, heart hammering in his chest, saw the places where they had rested, all empty, took one last fill of the lights in the sky and padded carefully into the opening.

Chapter 21

Hirad regarded the face of each of The Raven with great solemnity. Sha-Kaan’s words still rolled around his head, the dual dangers of which they spoke difficult to comprehend. As usual, the Great Kaan had given them a choice while giving them no option whatsoever.

They could trust that the Julatsan Council had the power to snuff out the demon threat but if they hadn’t, Balaia would be deluged by demons flooding every corner on a wave of pure mana. It was the air they breathed but would kill every man, woman and child it touched; its concentration would drive the air from lungs and, worse, leave souls at the mercy of the demons, the Arakhe as Sha-Kaan called them. Balaia would become an extension of their dimension and the Kaan would lose their melde and ultimately their lives.

Or, there was a way that might threaten the Arakhe enough to deflect them from their apparent goal. But the description of the task and the risks it posed to them all, dragon and Raven, simply took the breath away. The rewards, however, were great indeed. An end to the current demon threat and a way past the Wesmen army into the College of Julatsa.

And so, Hirad studied them all. For some, the answer was easy. Ilkar just nodded and The Unknown Warrior held Hirad’s gaze as if to challenge the fact that he had to be asked at all. For himself, Hirad would do the Great Kaan’s bidding so long as The Raven agreed. All of them.

Will was scared. Gods in the sky, they all were. But he had suffered already from the sight of a demon and the thought of facing an untold number took the colour from his face and brought a quiver to his limbs.

‘We may not have to fight them,’ said Hirad.

‘But we will have to see them,’ said Will.

‘We’ll protect you.’

‘Only Thraun can do that.’

Hirad had forgotten about the wolf. Still presumably outside, he knew that the shapechanger had to be with them, or Will would not be. And The Raven never fought apart. Never.

‘And if Thraun is here?’

‘Then I will stand by you,’ said Will. Hirad nodded and turned to Erienne and Denser, standing close together.

‘We can’t do it without you,’ said Hirad. ‘Mainly because you’re Raven but we need you to help Ilkar with the mana shield or whatever it is.’ He was addressing himself principally to Denser but it was Erienne who spoke.