The Wizardwar - Elaine Cunningham [63]
"It's healing," Themo marveled, staring at the monster. "What now?"
"We hope that whoever cast that spell isn't stupid enough to do it again,"
Matteo said grimly.
The laraken shrieked and came at them in a darting charge. Matteo set his feet firmly, lifted his sword, and prepared to die well.
Suddenly another fighter appeared between him and the charging laraken.
With astonishment Matteo recognized Basel Indoulur. The portly conjurer stumbled and fell to one knee, dropped prematurely from a blink spell that had been intercepted and drained by the laraken's hunger.
"No magic!" Matteo shouted as he charged forward to protect the wizard.
The laraken slashed at Basel with rending talons. Matteo caught the laraken's wrist near the hilt of his sword and threw himself to one side. The laraken, expecting more resistance, was led slightly forward. Matteo only hoped Basel had the wit and instinct to use this moment to escape.
The wizard threw himself into a forward roll, going between the laraken's legs and coming up behind, a sword in each hand. The monster whirled and slashed.
Basel met the laraken's blow with one sword and brought the other weapon into guard position. Suddenly the at-guard sword lengthened, leaping up toward the laraken's unprotected armpit Matteo shouted a warning, but it was too late. To his astonishment, the sword dug deep into the monster's body, unaffected by the monster's magic drain. Basel released the impaling weapon and backed away.
The jordain smiled briefly as he realized what had just happened. He had seen such a weapon demonstrated once before. A deadly mating between a crossbow and a sword, it was a double-layered contraction fashioned of cunning levers and springs. A trigger sent the outer layer hurtling forward, effectively doubling the length of the sword.
Matteo charged the bellowing monster with a high, slashing feint, hoping to free an opening for one of the other fighters to drive the imbedded blade still deeper.
But the laraken ignored him. Its form began to waver and fade, much like the landscape when viewed through the shimmering filter of a magic portal. The creature gave one final roar and disappeared. The trick weapon fell free and clattered to the rocky ground.
Matteo picked up the blade and returned it to its owner. "A well-chosen weapon. Your style of fighting seems familiar."
"It should be. We trained with the same man. Vishna was my swordmaster well before you were born." Basel looked around the clearing, littered with rock and dead Crinti warriors. "You've had a busy morning. Who are these others?"
"Iago is dead," Matteo said softly. He eyes slid over the jordain's scattered remains and moved to the survivors. "Themo has a gash requiring stitching.
Andris will have to speak for himself-his state is beyond my knowledge and understanding."
The ghostly jordain sat slumped on a rock, staring with unseeing eyes at the place where the laraken had disappeared.
"I will tend Themo," Basel said softly. "You see what can be done for the other."
Matteo came over and placed a hand on Andris's shoulder. It seemed to him that his friend was no longer quite "She's alive," the jordain said flatly. "The Crinti spoke the truth. Kiva is alive."
Matteo crouched down to eye level. "How do you know?"
Andris cast a bleak look up at Matteo. "The laraken is back."
Basel glanced up from his work. "That's the problem with fighting monsters. It's rather like house-tending, in that it never seems to be done and over with. You spoke of Kiva's return. Why do you equate one monster with the other?"
"I saw Akhlaur's spellbook," Andris explained. "The necromancer created the laraken, but there are limits to his powers over it. He generally has an apprentice trained to summon the laraken, for he cannot. Who but Kiva could do this thing?"
Matteo blew out a long breath and sat down next to