Cold Days
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"There are many Outsiders here, Sir Knight," he noted. "More than enough to do battle with the Hunt, if we become bogged down in their numbers. They will react to us as one beast, once they know the danger we pose to them. Have a care for where we enter the fray."
"We'd better make the first punch count," I said. "Three barges. Which one has the platform?"
"Why assume there's only one?" Karrin asked. "If it was me, I'd set the spell upon all three of them, for redundancy."
"They might have set the spell up on all three of them for redundancy," I said.
She drove one of her elbows back against my stomach, lightly.
"We start this by sinking a barge," I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. "Can we sink a barge?"
The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. "Wizard, please."
"Right," I said. "Sorry. Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a Sharkface by the toe." I pointed at the barge in the middle, where I'd seen the Outsider a moment ago. "That one. And once it's down, we'll split into two groups. You'll lead half the Hunt for the barge on the far side, and I'll take my half to the nearer one. If we can nix any possibility of the ritual happening, maybe they'll call it a night and go home."
"That seems unlikely," said the Erlking. He slowly flexed the arm I'd shot him in, and I could sense that, while it was not comfortable, the lord of the goblins was already functionally recovered from the injury.
"Never know until you try," I said. I looked back at the Hunt and pointed toward the center barge. I repeated my instructions to them, and soot black hands drew dozens of shadowy weapons.
I leaned into Karrin a little and said, next to her ear, "You ready for this?"
"Only a lunatic is ready for this," she said. I could hear her smile as she spoke. Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth.
I almost fell off the Harley.
She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, "For luck. Star Wars-style."
"You are so hot right now," I told her. I lifted my Winchester overhead, then dropped it to point forward, and the Hunt surged ahead at its full, insane speed, silent and unseen and inevitable.
"Go right past its rear end," I told Murphy.
"You mean its stern?"
"Yes, that," I said, rolling my eyes. And then I began to gather in my will.
It was hard, a slow strain, like trying to breathe through layers of heavy cloth. It was like holding a fistful of sand-every bit of energy I drew in wanted to slip away from me, and the harder I tried to hold it, the more trickled through my fingers.
So I gritted my teeth, accepted that I wasn't going to have a lot of energy to work with, andtried to hold it loosely, gently, as we closed in on the barge. We were the first to pass it, and as we did I flung out my hand, crying out, "Forzare!" Raw will leapt through the air, shattering our concealing veil. The energy was focused into the shape of a cone, needle-pointed at the top, and widening gradually to about six inches across-an invisible lance. I couldn't have done any more with the limited energy I had at my disposal. It hit the hull of the barge with a clang and a shriek of tearing metal, and then we were past it, and Karrin was tugging the Harley into a tight, leaning turn.
I checked over my shoulder and saw the Erlking, his sword in hand, lean over the saddle and strike. There was a hissing sound, and a howl of screeching steel, and, starting at the hole I'd punched in the barge's hull, a straight line of red-hot metal appeared where his sword had simply sheared through it. Behind him, the next riders struck, their weapons carving steel like soft pine, slashing at the weakened section and tearing the original hole I'd made wider and wider.
I heard a howl of rage, and looked up on the deck of the barge to see Sharkface there, already gathering energy to hurl at the riders of the Hunt.
He didn't take the hounds into consideration.
Before he could unleash his power, a dozen of the beasts hit him, all together, in a single, psychotic canine wave. Since they were running fast enough to get themselves a speeding ticket in most of Illinois, the impact was formidable. Hounds and Outsider alike flew out over the rails of the barge and vanished into the waters of Lake Michigan-and somehow, I knew, the fight continued beneath its waves.
The Erlking let out a shriek of encouragement, one that was echoed by the other riders as the tail end of the column passed the barge. As the last rider struck, a column of eerie green fire rose up from the glowing edges of the shredded steel hull, and with a groan of strained seams, the barge started to list badly to the right-starboard, I guess-as water rushed in through the hole the Hunt had made.
Karrin had already wheeled the Harley into a snarling turn, one that let us see the deck of the ship as it began to sink. Smart. She'd been thinking farther ahead than me. I could clearly see the dozens of lines and figures that had been painted onto the barge's deck, along with burning candles, incense, and the small, still remains of animal sacrifices-mostly rabbits, cats, and dogs, it looked like.
Rituals, whatever form they take, always involve the use of a circle, explicit or otherwise-the circle had to be there to contain the energy that they'd been building up with all the sacrifices, if nothing else. This one had been established invisibly, maybe originally set up with incense or something-but as the water lapped over the edge of the circle, it immediately began to disperse the pent-up energy, visible as clouds of fluttering sparks, like static, that danced along the surface of the water.
"We'd better make the first punch count," I said. "Three barges. Which one has the platform?"
"Why assume there's only one?" Karrin asked. "If it was me, I'd set the spell upon all three of them, for redundancy."
"They might have set the spell up on all three of them for redundancy," I said.
She drove one of her elbows back against my stomach, lightly.
"We start this by sinking a barge," I decided. Then I blinked and looked at the Erlking. "Can we sink a barge?"
The shadow-masked Erlking tilted his head slightly to one side, his burning eyes narrowed. "Wizard, please."
"Right," I said. "Sorry. Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, catch a Sharkface by the toe." I pointed at the barge in the middle, where I'd seen the Outsider a moment ago. "That one. And once it's down, we'll split into two groups. You'll lead half the Hunt for the barge on the far side, and I'll take my half to the nearer one. If we can nix any possibility of the ritual happening, maybe they'll call it a night and go home."
"That seems unlikely," said the Erlking. He slowly flexed the arm I'd shot him in, and I could sense that, while it was not comfortable, the lord of the goblins was already functionally recovered from the injury.
"Never know until you try," I said. I looked back at the Hunt and pointed toward the center barge. I repeated my instructions to them, and soot black hands drew dozens of shadowy weapons.
I leaned into Karrin a little and said, next to her ear, "You ready for this?"
"Only a lunatic is ready for this," she said. I could hear her smile as she spoke. Then she turned her head and, before I could react, planted a kiss right on my mouth.
I almost fell off the Harley.
She drew her head back, flashed me a wicked little smile, and said, "For luck. Star Wars-style."
"You are so hot right now," I told her. I lifted my Winchester overhead, then dropped it to point forward, and the Hunt surged ahead at its full, insane speed, silent and unseen and inevitable.
"Go right past its rear end," I told Murphy.
"You mean its stern?"
"Yes, that," I said, rolling my eyes. And then I began to gather in my will.
It was hard, a slow strain, like trying to breathe through layers of heavy cloth. It was like holding a fistful of sand-every bit of energy I drew in wanted to slip away from me, and the harder I tried to hold it, the more trickled through my fingers.
So I gritted my teeth, accepted that I wasn't going to have a lot of energy to work with, andtried to hold it loosely, gently, as we closed in on the barge. We were the first to pass it, and as we did I flung out my hand, crying out, "Forzare!" Raw will leapt through the air, shattering our concealing veil. The energy was focused into the shape of a cone, needle-pointed at the top, and widening gradually to about six inches across-an invisible lance. I couldn't have done any more with the limited energy I had at my disposal. It hit the hull of the barge with a clang and a shriek of tearing metal, and then we were past it, and Karrin was tugging the Harley into a tight, leaning turn.
I checked over my shoulder and saw the Erlking, his sword in hand, lean over the saddle and strike. There was a hissing sound, and a howl of screeching steel, and, starting at the hole I'd punched in the barge's hull, a straight line of red-hot metal appeared where his sword had simply sheared through it. Behind him, the next riders struck, their weapons carving steel like soft pine, slashing at the weakened section and tearing the original hole I'd made wider and wider.
I heard a howl of rage, and looked up on the deck of the barge to see Sharkface there, already gathering energy to hurl at the riders of the Hunt.
He didn't take the hounds into consideration.
Before he could unleash his power, a dozen of the beasts hit him, all together, in a single, psychotic canine wave. Since they were running fast enough to get themselves a speeding ticket in most of Illinois, the impact was formidable. Hounds and Outsider alike flew out over the rails of the barge and vanished into the waters of Lake Michigan-and somehow, I knew, the fight continued beneath its waves.
The Erlking let out a shriek of encouragement, one that was echoed by the other riders as the tail end of the column passed the barge. As the last rider struck, a column of eerie green fire rose up from the glowing edges of the shredded steel hull, and with a groan of strained seams, the barge started to list badly to the right-starboard, I guess-as water rushed in through the hole the Hunt had made.
Karrin had already wheeled the Harley into a snarling turn, one that let us see the deck of the ship as it began to sink. Smart. She'd been thinking farther ahead than me. I could clearly see the dozens of lines and figures that had been painted onto the barge's deck, along with burning candles, incense, and the small, still remains of animal sacrifices-mostly rabbits, cats, and dogs, it looked like.
Rituals, whatever form they take, always involve the use of a circle, explicit or otherwise-the circle had to be there to contain the energy that they'd been building up with all the sacrifices, if nothing else. This one had been established invisibly, maybe originally set up with incense or something-but as the water lapped over the edge of the circle, it immediately began to disperse the pent-up energy, visible as clouds of fluttering sparks, like static, that danced along the surface of the water.
