Moonshadow
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Some of the starch seemed to go out of the stallion’s black mane, even as Robin said fiercely, “You will not forget a puck again.”
“Never,” Nikolas said. “I swear it.” He looked at Annwyn. “Much as I would love to have a leisurely reunion, we don’t have time.”
“We will take time on the other side.” She clapped him on the shoulder, then turned to start issuing orders.
Some of the troops would stay behind to set up a winter camp and care for the horses. Annwyn had laid plans based on hope. Temporary shelters would need to be erected, while wagonloads of supplies and more troops would arrive over the next two days. The troops that remained behind would then work on erecting more permanent structures.
In the meantime, Nikolas and Annwyn would be able to take as many as four hundred and fifty troops across to Earth—assuming they could get through.
He looked down at Sophie, who had revived enough to stare at him pointedly. Eyes flashing in the moonlight, she told him, “Shush. Don’t you start yelling. My coffee is in the great hall.”
Laughter bolted up from his belly. He clenched her tighter so that he could bury his face in her hair. “We’d better go get it then.”
If there was a great hall to get back to. Neither one of them said it.
“Put me down,” she told him.
“Are you sure you can stand?” Gingerly he set her on her feet.
She wobbled but stayed upright. Beside them, in a shimmer of magic, the stallion vanished and a monkey took its place.
The monkey leaped onto Sophie’s back, and she staggered. “I can stand. I can’t run, and I don’t have another fight in me, but I can stand.”
“You’ve had your fight. This next one is ours.” Exasperated, Nikolas said, “Robin, can’t you go under your own steam?”
“We go together,” the monkey said, wrapping its arms around Sophie’s neck. “We go at the same time.”
The emphasis he put on the last word was a good reminder of how much time slippage there would be on the way back. Nikolas told Sophie, “You and I are going at the same time too, and I’m in the forefront.”
She looked upward briefly, as if to ask for help from the heavens. “I will deign to agree, but only because I dislike winter so much and my coffee is back on Earth. The fact that my decision coincides with your orders is purely coincidental.”
He took a deep, bracing breath and reached for patience. “I’m well aware of that.”
He led the way back to the hole, where he found all his men except Braden waiting. He told all of them, “You’re relieved of duty too.”
Gawain shook his head. “Not happening, mate.”
“Me neither,” Rowan said.
The rest of them shook their heads as well.
He was so damn proud of them. So damn proud.
Giving them a curt nod, he said, “Let’s go.”
After that, things appeared to happen quickly. The first wave of troops, including Nikolas, Sophie, the puck, and the rest of his team, went through the cramped tunnel to the oubliette.
“I did the math,” Rowan said almost cheerfully. “A fortnight in Lyonesse roughly equals six months on Earth. It took four hours or so for Sophie to contact Annwyn and to bring the troops. That means it’s been two and a half days on Earth. Not counting all the time slippages from when we ran around in the house, of course.”
Gawain growled, “If you mean to be encouraging, you’re not helping.”
Together they hoisted Cael up, then Rhys, who took a rope ladder with them. After a long, long—long—moment, they tossed one end of the ladder back down. The next man up carried another rope ladder, and the fourth man carried another, and then there wasn’t any room for more.
Nikolas went up before Sophie, and when she climbed up with Robin on her back, he was waiting to lift her the rest of the way out. They strode down the corridor. Someone who had come before them had moved Ashe’s body. Nikolas caught a glimpse of a still form lying in the armory, covered with a tapestry.
Cael met them in the courtyard. “Watch yourself,” Cael warned. “There’s damage, and the bastard hasn’t stopped.”
“Of course he hasn’t,” Nikolas growled. He exchanged a look with Sophie, then they both hurried down the passage that connected the courtyard to the great hall.
Once there, they turned in a circle, taking in the scene. It had changed drastically. Giant cracks marred the hall. The iron-bordered windows had warped, and the chimney over the large fireplace had broken in two. Stones had fallen out of the balcony floors, and timbers from the roof crisscrossed the open floor.
The monkey jumped off her shoulders and ran to the window. Sophie rested both hands on top of her head, her expression dismayed.
“My beautiful, spooky house.” Her mouth drooped. “I don’t have chimney or roof insurance for a house built on a broken crossover passageway.”
“Don’t think about that right now,” Nikolas told her. “We’re here, and we’re not blocked off from Earth yet.”
“I know that’s the most important thing,” she said bitterly. “But I loved this place, and he’s tearing it to pieces. If he’s broken my jar of instant coffee, I’m going to have a meltdown.”
As she went rummaging in the grocery supplies, Nikolas joined Robin at the window to look through fractured panes of glass. A rumble began low in the distance and grew to vibrate through the building. He could feel the strain in the flagstones underneath his feet.
“Never,” Nikolas said. “I swear it.” He looked at Annwyn. “Much as I would love to have a leisurely reunion, we don’t have time.”
“We will take time on the other side.” She clapped him on the shoulder, then turned to start issuing orders.
Some of the troops would stay behind to set up a winter camp and care for the horses. Annwyn had laid plans based on hope. Temporary shelters would need to be erected, while wagonloads of supplies and more troops would arrive over the next two days. The troops that remained behind would then work on erecting more permanent structures.
In the meantime, Nikolas and Annwyn would be able to take as many as four hundred and fifty troops across to Earth—assuming they could get through.
He looked down at Sophie, who had revived enough to stare at him pointedly. Eyes flashing in the moonlight, she told him, “Shush. Don’t you start yelling. My coffee is in the great hall.”
Laughter bolted up from his belly. He clenched her tighter so that he could bury his face in her hair. “We’d better go get it then.”
If there was a great hall to get back to. Neither one of them said it.
“Put me down,” she told him.
“Are you sure you can stand?” Gingerly he set her on her feet.
She wobbled but stayed upright. Beside them, in a shimmer of magic, the stallion vanished and a monkey took its place.
The monkey leaped onto Sophie’s back, and she staggered. “I can stand. I can’t run, and I don’t have another fight in me, but I can stand.”
“You’ve had your fight. This next one is ours.” Exasperated, Nikolas said, “Robin, can’t you go under your own steam?”
“We go together,” the monkey said, wrapping its arms around Sophie’s neck. “We go at the same time.”
The emphasis he put on the last word was a good reminder of how much time slippage there would be on the way back. Nikolas told Sophie, “You and I are going at the same time too, and I’m in the forefront.”
She looked upward briefly, as if to ask for help from the heavens. “I will deign to agree, but only because I dislike winter so much and my coffee is back on Earth. The fact that my decision coincides with your orders is purely coincidental.”
He took a deep, bracing breath and reached for patience. “I’m well aware of that.”
He led the way back to the hole, where he found all his men except Braden waiting. He told all of them, “You’re relieved of duty too.”
Gawain shook his head. “Not happening, mate.”
“Me neither,” Rowan said.
The rest of them shook their heads as well.
He was so damn proud of them. So damn proud.
Giving them a curt nod, he said, “Let’s go.”
After that, things appeared to happen quickly. The first wave of troops, including Nikolas, Sophie, the puck, and the rest of his team, went through the cramped tunnel to the oubliette.
“I did the math,” Rowan said almost cheerfully. “A fortnight in Lyonesse roughly equals six months on Earth. It took four hours or so for Sophie to contact Annwyn and to bring the troops. That means it’s been two and a half days on Earth. Not counting all the time slippages from when we ran around in the house, of course.”
Gawain growled, “If you mean to be encouraging, you’re not helping.”
Together they hoisted Cael up, then Rhys, who took a rope ladder with them. After a long, long—long—moment, they tossed one end of the ladder back down. The next man up carried another rope ladder, and the fourth man carried another, and then there wasn’t any room for more.
Nikolas went up before Sophie, and when she climbed up with Robin on her back, he was waiting to lift her the rest of the way out. They strode down the corridor. Someone who had come before them had moved Ashe’s body. Nikolas caught a glimpse of a still form lying in the armory, covered with a tapestry.
Cael met them in the courtyard. “Watch yourself,” Cael warned. “There’s damage, and the bastard hasn’t stopped.”
“Of course he hasn’t,” Nikolas growled. He exchanged a look with Sophie, then they both hurried down the passage that connected the courtyard to the great hall.
Once there, they turned in a circle, taking in the scene. It had changed drastically. Giant cracks marred the hall. The iron-bordered windows had warped, and the chimney over the large fireplace had broken in two. Stones had fallen out of the balcony floors, and timbers from the roof crisscrossed the open floor.
The monkey jumped off her shoulders and ran to the window. Sophie rested both hands on top of her head, her expression dismayed.
“My beautiful, spooky house.” Her mouth drooped. “I don’t have chimney or roof insurance for a house built on a broken crossover passageway.”
“Don’t think about that right now,” Nikolas told her. “We’re here, and we’re not blocked off from Earth yet.”
“I know that’s the most important thing,” she said bitterly. “But I loved this place, and he’s tearing it to pieces. If he’s broken my jar of instant coffee, I’m going to have a meltdown.”
As she went rummaging in the grocery supplies, Nikolas joined Robin at the window to look through fractured panes of glass. A rumble began low in the distance and grew to vibrate through the building. He could feel the strain in the flagstones underneath his feet.
