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Chapter 307: Shadow Knights:
“You should not.”“The spear was meant for me.”“Yes.”“He took my place.”“Yes.” Williams crossed the little room and stood in front of him. He did not touch him. He only looked, with that steady, unbearable amber gaze. “Listen to me. He took your place because he chose to. Not because you failed. He had been looking for the moment all week, I think. He was a soldier who had left the Watch because it forgot its purpose. He wanted to die for something that mattered.”“That is a terrible thing to want.”“It is the oldest thing there is.” A shadow of a smile. “And if you take that choice from him by wearing it as your guilt, you rob him a second time.”Thorne’s jaw tightened. He did not answer. But after a moment, slowly, his fist opened, and the vial lay in his palm, glittering faintly. He slid it back into the pouch at his belt and pulled the strings tight.“I will keep my promise,” he said.“I know you will.”“But I do not have to like it.”“No one does.” Williams turned back to the
Chapter 306:The Cold Chamber:
They carried Kester down into the vault at midday, with the sun still shining as if nothing had happened.It took six of them. Thorne and Cael Dross took the shoulders, Breck and Maya the middle, and Master Adrian and Sablen the legs. Williams walked ahead of the little procession, bareheaded, with his torn cloak folded over one arm and Dawnrender sheathed at his hip. He did not speak. He had not spoken since he rose from the grass, except to give orders in a flat, careful voice, like a man reading from a page he did not trust himself to look at.The stone stair was cool and quiet. The torches along the walls, which had flared to life for every other visitor, stayed dark as they passed. Corwin, who had gone ahead, stood at the bottom of the steps with a lantern in his hand, and when he saw them coming his shoulders sagged slightly, as if he had been bracing for something worse.“This way,” he said. “The east chamber. It is the coldest.”They had never been in this part of the vault. P
Chapter 305: The death of Kester:
“We bury him,” Cael Dross said gruffly, wiping his eye with the back of his hand. “We find a place. Under the old oak, perhaps. The tree he liked. He sat there every evening, did he not, with his wine.”“Yes.”“Then we dig.”“No.”Williams had spoken. He stood very straight now, the tears still wet on his cheeks, the grief still raw in his eyes. But his voice, when it came, had steadied.“We do not bury him,” he said. “Not yet.”“Why not?” Maya asked, quietly.“Because he has a family.” Williams looked down at the still figure on the grass. “A brother. Maximus. He is nineteen. He is training with the border wardens in the north, at the Pass of Ashmere, five days’ ride from here. He worshipped Kester. He would walk through fire to be at his side.”“Does he know?” said Sablen.“No.” Williams’s voice dropped. “He will have to be told. And I will not have him learn it from a stranger, or from a rumor, or from a note left on a table. He deserves to hear it from me.”“That will take weeks.”
Chapter 304: The Maximus Arrivals:
A sound escaped Williams that was half laugh, half sob. “I will tell her.”“And Max.” The word was barely a breath. “Tell Max. I kept my post.”“I will. I will tell him.”“He will be… he will be cross…”“He will be proud.”“Good.” The pale eyes drifted. “Good. I was always… a bit afraid he would think… I had not…”“You did everything.”“Ah.” A faint, blissful sigh. “Then I may rest.”His hand went slack in Thorne’s.For a moment, the garden was perfectly silent. The wind had stopped. The steam on the river hung motionless. The silver wheel of the Orion Sentinel turned slowly overhead, twelve bright points and one hollow dark.Then the sound came. It came from the old master, from Williams, bent double over the body of his oldest friend. It was not loud. It was a low, broken, shuddering moan, the sound of a man being torn in half. He pressed his forehead against Kester’s, his shoulders heaving, and his hands, which had held Dawnrender through a hundred battles, clenched helplessly in t
Chapter 303: The Soul Spear:
Her voice was hoarse and terrible. She did not look at Thorne. She did not look at anyone. Her eyes were fixed on her sister’s face.“I will return,” she said. “And when I do, there will be no mercy.”The air folded again. There was a soft, hollow pop, like a bubble bursting.They were gone.For a long moment, nobody moved. The lawn lay littered with broken bone, scorched grass, a black fissure running across the garden. At the far end, the dark line of trees on the island’s western edge trembled, as though something had just passed through them.Cael Dross let out a long, shaking breath. “She vanished,” he said. “Into the woods.”“The Hollow Step,” Corwin murmured. “A displacement. Old. Very dangerous.”“Should we chase them?” Thorne asked. His voice was a rasp. He had risen to his feet, swaying, and his hands were red with Elvyn’s blood. “She is hurt. They cannot have gone far.”“No.”It was Williams who answered. He was kneeling on the grass, with Kester’s head cradled in his lap,
Chapter 302: The moves to the North:
He did not hear her.He was moving. He crossed the lawn in a single stride, and the golden fire poured from his fists like water from a broken dam. Melissa raised the Lance. He struck it aside with the back of his hand, and the spear shattered in a spray of white fragments. She stared at the broken shaft in her fingers. Then his fist caught her in the jaw.It was a blow of pure, unthinking rage, backed by an earth-clover’s weight, and it lifted her off her feet. She flew twenty paces and hit the ground, rolled, and came up on one knee, blood pouring from her mouth. Thorne was on her before she could rise. He hit her again, and again, a storm of golden fists, and she crumpled beneath them. She raised a hand, a flicker of power, a wall of pale force, and he tore through it like paper.“You killed him,” he said, and his voice was not his own, vast and old and shaking the ground. “You killed him.”“Thorne!”“You killed him!”He caught her by the throat. He lifted her off the grass. She hu
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