Pathway - Chapter 216

Chang Chang walked slowly. It was difficult to see out from under the raggedy hood and difficult to think with the tip of a crossbow bolt shoved into her spine. Tarvin wasn’t taking any chances. He kept her close, one hand on the crossbow trigger and the other on her arm to steer her in the right direction.

They were headed back to the Dusk and Dawn. It made sense as a meeting spot for the Watch patrols, especially if they were moving around without their official regalia. Would Kersh be among them? Chang Chang hadn’t thought of her friend in days. Her former life seemed nothing more than a distant dream.

They reached an intersection. The pathway to the left ended in collapse, wooden planks floating on the water. The other three paths were intact. Tarvin pointed her to the right. Chang Chang paused to pick her footing and thought she heard the clicking of boots echoing off the planks behind them.

She tried to turn, but Tarvin twisted her arm painfully.

“No going back,” he said. “Face front, keep marching.”

“There’s someone behind us,” Chang Chang said. “Can’t you hear?”

“To get behind us they’d have to swim,” Tarvin said. “We’re alone out here, and if you stall me again I’ll put a limp in your step.”

He forced her forward. Stumbling, Chang Chang went, but she could feel eyes on them. She couldn’t hear the footsteps anymore, and that made the sensation worse.

Could it be Ju Feng? If it was, you’d never have heard him, she told herself. Not that she should expect a rescue from that corner, which meant the eyes behind them were probably unfriendly.

Chang Chang searched her mind for a spell. There were empty corridors all throughout her mind. She’d spent herself of all but the harshest spells. She couldn’t risk her magic going wild now.

“Tarvin, please,” she said, “think. What if—”

She angled her head in time to see the board. It was one of the planks from the collapsed walkway. She saw it pass out of her peripheral vision and instinctively dropped to the walkway.

She twisted; Tarvin still gripped her arm. He cried out, but the board silenced him. It smashed him in the side of the head.

Chang Chang heard a weird, hollow crunch. Tarvin slumped to a half-sitting position on the walkway. She could already see he was dead.

Chang Chang went for his hands, seeking the crossbow, but it was gone. Two pairs of boots filled her vision, one of the pairs at least two sizes bigger than the other. She looked up to see a man as tall as Fa mu and twice as round. He held Tarvin’s crossbow like it was a toy. He had brown hair and a long shirt that he’d belted clumsily below his gut. His clothes were soaking wet.

His partner was slicker, his dark hair shaved to stubble. He had green eyes above a pointed nose. His clothes were saturated too.

“It’s amazing how often, in WaterWay, the goods change hands,” the slick man said. In response, the giant pointed the crossbow at her. “You can take off the cloak, though. We’re not so nasty as the Watch.”

Chang Chang slid the cloak off her shoulders. She cast it into the harbor. “So you belong to Cerest?” she said.

They stood on the walkway, and a breath later they all heard the approaching footsteps. It was something akin to a herd of elephants charging in from the sea.

Chang Chang turned. Horror crashed over her. “Fa mu, no!”

The butcher barreled into the two men from behind. He got both arms around the giant, pinning the crossbow against his side. Chang Chang didn’t think the man could be moved, but Fa mu hauled him off his feet and slammed him to the walkway.

He went for his cleaver, but the giant kicked sideways, sweeping Fa mu’s legs out from under him. The butcher twisted and came down on top of the giant. Part of the walkway splintered and collapsed into the harbor, but the big men didn’t notice. They were wrestling each other with a vengeance, punching and kicking and grabbing at hair. They might have been children, but the blows they landed were hard enough to break bone.

“Settle ‘im!” Trik said. He started forward to aid the giant.

Chang Chang brought her bound arms up, smashing Trik in the face. He took the blow in complete surprise, his jaw cracking painfully into her knuckles. He staggered back. She drove him forward, trying to push him off into the water, but he caught himself against a piling.

He hooked an arm around her waist and swept her back. She tripped over his leg and fell on her side on the walkway. Her head smacked the wood, and her teeth clamped painfully together. She bit her tongue and tasted blood. Dazed, she tried to get up, but the world swam in and out of focus.

“Don’t worry, lass,” she heard Fa mu cry, “I’ve rolled bigger hunks of beef than this lout. I’m comin—” He took a punch to the jaw. Plucking the giant’s fist out of his cheek, Fa mu gleefully bit the pudgy fingers.

Chang Chang saw Trik stand up, his shadow blocking out the torchlight across the walkway. He drew a knife from his belt and waded into the tangle of legs.

No, no, Chang Chang thought. She lunged for Trik’s ankle, missed, and lost her breath again when she came down on her chest. Forcing herself to her knees, she bit into the knots binding her hands. She managed to loosen them enough to slip the rope off, but Trik had moved out of reach.

I’m not going to make it, she thought. “Fa mu, Fa mu!” she screamed. “Get back—Ju Feng!” Where was Ju Feng? And Zu Ruo?

“Hold him,” Trik yelled.

The giant rolled onto his back, pulling Fa mu on top of him. He locked his arms in an arrowhead across Fa mu’s chest. The butcher wheezed, his face turning bright red. He couldn’t break the grip.

“You want to… get… ‘fectionate… with me… do you?” Fa mu jammed his elbow into the giant’s gut. The giant grunted, but he didn’t let go. Fa mu drove the elbow in again, and again.

Each blow contorted the giant’s face. He coughed, blood dripping down his chin. Both the men panted furiously, but the giant maintained his grip.

“Hurry… Trik,” the giant moaned. His head lolled to one side. His eyes were black glass.

Chang Chang tried to call a spell. Ice. Fire. Wind. She couldn’t find them. Pain and fear took her down twisting corridors in her mind, places that led to songs and stories and visions of her great-uncle, dead in her arms, and Fa mu’s face, his wild red hair.

Concentrate!

But the magic wouldn’t answer. The pain in her head blocked it all out. Her body was trying to protect itself, to preserve the few uncorrupted parts she had left.

Chang Chang gave up. She was searching blind. Instead she concentrated on Trik’s dagger. He held the weapon crosswise in his hand. He wanted a quick slash to the throat. A quick cut, and Fa mu would be gone.

A quick cut. She repeated it, and suddenly everything crystallized in her mind. The alternate paths fell away, leaving her a clear line to the tower. She ran for the door, threw it off its hinges. The spell was waiting, had been waiting, for her to get past the fear. It appeared as a glowing tome of light in the middle of the room.

“Fa mu, roll him!” she cried. “Keep moving!” She whispered the spell, her voice cracking.

Over the arcane phrases, she heard more footsteps charging down the walkway. Shouts, Zu Ruo’s voice. So far away. They might have been coming from the other side of the city.

She risked a glance at Fa mu, but kept her concentration fully on the spell.

He wasn’t moving. He knew the knife was coming, but he wasn’t struggling anymore. She saw a strange, peaceful expression settling over his face. He gazed over Trik’s shoulder at her, and the look in his eyes held such a boundless affection and acceptance that Chang Chang felt her heart tearing open.

Go, his eyes told her. I’m fine, now.

Trik came forward. Chang Chang screamed the rest of the spell. The words were fire in her throat. She felt the spell hold, and the scene erupted in shadows of torch and spell light.’

Chang Chang’s world lost focus. The pain was unbearable. The spell burst from her like something newly born. She could only crouch on the walkway and hope that she lived through it.

Streams of metallic force shot from her outstretched hands. They quivered and solidified in the air. Passing each other, they encircled Trik at the chest and legs, tightening into two confining bands.

His balance gone, Trik pitched forward, collapsing half on Fa mu and half on the walkway. The magic held him immobile.

“Fa mu!” She came up to her knees, forcing her body to move. There was blood running down her forehead. She must have hit her head harder than she’d thought. Everything was tilting, the torchlight was too bright, but Fa mu…

The giant let go, freeing one of Fa mu’s arms. The butcher reared back, trying to get a hand on the giant’s throat. He didn’t see the giant pick up Trik’s discarded knife, or turn it toward Fa mu’s chest.

“Fa mu.” The name framed her lips, but there was no sound. The dagger went into Fa mu’s chest and pinned his leather sash to his body. He fell back, and the giant fell on top of him.