Amber and Blood - Margaret Weis [69]
Clinging to his robes, she shouted at Krell, “I won’t go!”
“Mina, we have to run,” Nightshade urged, trying to pry her loose.
She shook her head and only held more tightly to Rhys.
Krell displayed an iron ball decorated with golden bands.
“See this, Mina? This little toy is magic. When the ball strikes you, the magic will bind you tight. You won’t be able to move, and you’ll have to come with me. I’ll show you how it works. Watch this.”
Krell flung the iron ball. Nightshade made a desperate attempt to deflect it by jumping in front of Mina. The sphere had not been aimed at Mina, however.
The ball struck Rhys on the chest.
“Bind!” Krell shouted.
Golden bands uncoiled, springing out from the sphere, and encircling Rhys, clamping over his arms and legs. He struggled against the binding bands, trying to free himself, but the more he struggled, the tighter the bands clamped down on him.
Krell, smirking beneath his skull-face helm, strode toward Mina. Atta barked at him savagely and made a lunge for him. Krell grabbed hold of one of the sharp bony protuberances from his shoulder, broke it off, and made a swipe at the dog with the sharp bone. Nightshade grabbed hold of her by the scruff of her neck and dragged the snarling dog underneath a bench.
The golden bands constricted, digging painfully into Rhys’s arms, pinning his arms against his body and cutting off the circulation to his legs. Mina tried pulling and tugging on the bands with all her might, but her might was that of a child, not a god. Atta quivered in fury and continued to lunge at Krell.
Krell leered at Nightshade and jabbed at him with the spear. Laughing to see the kender cringe and the dog try to bite him, Krell stood over Mina, who was still tugging on Rhys’s bands. Krell watched her with amusement.
“Never a god around when you need one, eh, Monk?” Krell jeered. He reached out with his index finger and, roaring with laughter, poked Rhys in the chest.
Rhys tottered. With his legs and arms bound, he could not keep his balance. Krell poked him again, harder this time, and Rhys went over backward. He had no way to break his fall and he landed hard, striking his head on the stone floor. Pain flared. Bright light burst behind his eyes.
He felt himself spiraling downward into unconsciousness and he fought against it, but when he hit bottom, darkness closed over him.
ightshade lost his grip on Atta. The enraged dog charged lost his grip on Atta. The enraged dog charged out from beneath the bench and went for Krell’s throat. Using the bone bracer on his forearm, Krell backhanded her across the muzzle. She slumped down beside Rhys and lay there, shaking her head, dazed. At least she was still breathing. Nightshade could see her ribs move. He couldn’t say as much for Rhys.
Mina was on the floor beside him, shaking him and begging him wake up. Rhys’s eyes were closed. He lay quite still.
Krell stood over Mina. He had tossed the bone spear onto the floor, and he flourished another iron ball in his hand. “Are you ready to come with me now?”
“No,” Mina cried, raising her hand to ward him off. “Go away! Please go away!”
“I don’t want to go away,” said Krell. He was enjoying this. “I want to play catch. Catch the ball, little girl!”
He threw the iron ball at Mina. The ball struck her on the chest. Golden coils whipped out, fast as slithering snakes, and wrapped around her arms and legs. Mina lay helpless on the floor, staring up at Krell with terror-filled eyes.
“Mina, you’re a god!” Nightshade cried. “The magic won’t work on you! Get up!”
Krell whipped around to glare at the kender, who shrank down as small as he could manage, using the bench as cover.
Mina either didn’t hear him or, more likely, she didn’t believe him. She lay on the floor, sobbing.
“A god! Hah!” Krell leered at her, as she screamed in terror and tried pathetically to wriggle away from him. “You’re nothing but a sniveling brat.”
Nightshade heaved