The Lady Katherine Chronicles, Number 20
Lady Katherine And The Ares
Weapon
By Sazzy
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uber J/7 |
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Rating : |
NC-17 |
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August 1192, |
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Thanks: |
As always to MercyCroft, Solise and MF for beta reading this for me :)
I’d like to
dedicate one particular scene to KathieGOTaGUN and her wonderful medieval
manipulations of Janeway and Seven – hopefully you’ll know which one it is
when you get there, KGG (we talked about including this thing on the V-C
message board ;) ). Plus thanks to
zandarl for the crags! ;) And finally thanks
also to all of you who’ve come on this journey with me – hopefully it’s been
worth it! |
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This is a work of fan fiction but uses characters that bear a striking resemblance to those that are copyright of Paramount Pictures. No infringement on their copyright is intended by the author in any way, shape or form - this is just a bit of fun. This story includes an all female relationship, so if you don’t like that then look away now. |
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Anne steeled herself as she saw the fist coming, but still it couldn’t take away the pain as it cracked across her jaw. A metallic taste pooled in her mouth and she had to spit onto the floor of the dungeon cell. The mixture of blood and saliva mingled with the other grime caked on the stone, the remnants of a hundred other such incarcerations.
“This would be so much easier if you gave me what I wanted.”
Anne craned her head up from where she was shackled to the wall, dangling half off it. The Sheriff of Nottingham stood in front of her, rubbing his knuckles in readiness.
“You haven’t actually asked me anything yet,” she pointed out with defiance.
“Ah yes, how remiss of me, I completely forgot.” Another blow caught her on the side of the head this time, making her ears ring.
Anne wondered if he was actually going to bother with any questions, or whether he was just going to take glee in beating her to a pulp. She knew he was capable of it. He’d had a go the last time she’d been there. Perhaps he didn’t need to ask her anything, perhaps he already knew everything if he was in league with Robert and the Syndicate. She wasn’t sure either way yet. She’d seen no obvious sign of a tattoo on him, but it could have been hidden.
“I suppose I ought to ask you about your merry band of outlaws,” noted the Sheriff before smacking her across the temple without asking anything.
Her head fell downwards and she focussed on the pendant
dangling down before her eyes, swinging from the chain round her neck. As she watched the blue crystal of
Katherine’s pendant, Anne found her mind starting wandering as she tried to
distance herself from the pain. She
thought it was funny how things came around.
It had all started here at the castle the previous spring. Little could she have known when
Another punch brought her starkly back to the present. “I guess I shouldn’t damage you too badly,” said the Sheriff taking a step back to view his vindictive handiwork, “Lord Robert claims you’re needed for some trial or something. So I suppose we don’t want any obvious scars for now.” He tracked a finger over her left eyebrow. “I see you still have the one from last time though.”
Anne flinched away, took a deep breath and spat a great mucous glob of blood onto the front of his tunic. She got another resounding blow to the gut for her trouble. She was saved from further punishment by a knock on the cell door. A guard entered and spoke to the Sheriff in hushed tones, too quiet for Anne to hear. Eventually the guard left and the Sheriff came back to face her.
“It must be your lucky evening, I have a new guest to greet and other plans to attend to.”
Anne watched him slamming and locking the door before finally allowing her head to loll forwards, no longer having the energy to hold it up. As she hung there, she could only pray she hadn’t damned them all by her earlier actions. She should have destroyed the crown. That would have been the logical, sensible choice. Yet logic hadn’t been foremost on her mind. She just wasn’t willing to sacrifice Katherine to save countless others. They didn’t matter to her, Katherine mattered to her.
Where was Katherine
now though? What had Robert done with
her?
She pulled futilely at the chains letting out a cry of anguish and rage. The harsh metal dug into her wrists, unyielding. Eventually she gave up. She could only hope there would be another opportunity to escape, find Katherine and stop Robert before he got the other crown from the Prince and quite possibly destroyed them all. Those thoughts echoed through her head through the long night.
…….
Katherine took each step on the stone stairs slowly. She was hardly going to rush to her death after all. Behind her the guard was getting annoyed by her stalling and gave her a prod in the back. She made a show of stopping to glower at him, dragging things out further. She was hoping against hope that the longer she took the more opportunity she would have to think of a way out of this. Little else had occupied her thoughts through the night she’d spent locked in a cell in the castle dungeons. Worse was she didn’t even know if Anne was alive, though something intangible told her she was.
Her deliberations had yielded nothing so far. The odds were ridiculously against them since the Sheriff was seemingly in league with Robert and the Syndicate. Whether he really knew of Robert’s true ambitions she was unsure, but it didn’t really matter - either way he was on the other side.
As they reached the top of the stairwell, Katherine caught a glimpse of daylight outside. It was another gorgeous summer’s day, not a day you wanted to die. Then again was there ever a good day to die? She had little doubt that was the fate awaiting her in the great hall of the castle. She was a noble who had broken the law of the land and they were going to make an example of her. That was if Robert didn’t unleash whatever the weapon was first. She realised she still didn’t even know what the weapon did. A crown certainly didn’t seem particularly menacing, yet her father had been adamant it held a terrible power in his letter to her.
“Stop bloody dawdling, will you!” The guard gave her another poke with the butt of his pike. “They’re all waiting for you after all, m’lady.” He gave a nasty leer as he said her title as if she was hardly deserving of it.
Yet she did still possess it for now and she resolved she was going to hold her head up high as was befitting of it. At least her standing had afforded her the grace of walking unchained to her doom, or maybe they just assumed she was incapable of escaping given the large numbers of guards. Two of them were on the doors to the hall and they pulled them open theatrically as she approached.
She heard the hubbub of voices from inside before she saw the people. It sounded like she had drawn quite the macabre crowd. Taking a deep breath she proceeded inside flanked by her escort. The room immediately hushed, all eyes turning towards her. Katherine met each set of them in turn as she walked down the centre of the room to the raised dais at the front. A few of them were familiar to her, people she had thought friends or at least counterparts at one time or another. Obviously the prospect of being incriminated by association quickly changed some peoples’ allegiances.
Halfway down the aisle one of the watchers broke from the
ranks of the crowd. Katherine thought
she remembered him from one of her visits to
“You’re disgusting! You’ve brought shame to us all!”
Katherine simply reached up and silently wiped the saliva from her cheek. She was determined to remain dignified to the end, and show she was better than the baying crowd. Behind the man she could see Lord and Lady Chesterfield were there to gloat. Lady Saskia met her eye, the look of smug satisfaction on her face confirming to Katherine that it was the two nobles who had betrayed her to the Sheriff. Katherine held the other woman’s gaze defiantly until the guard shoved her back on her way.
Coming closer to the front, she could see there was a large stone chopping block off to the right with an executioner leering at her from next to it. He gave a happy grin that belied his task. It seemed she was to get a noble’s death too, rather than the more common hanging. She hoped the blade was sharp.
In the centre sat the Sheriff, lording it over everyone from his grandly decorated chair. Behind him sat a few other powerful nobles, including Robert. There was no sign of the Prince yet. Finally Katherine was able to see the left end of the raised platform. Her heart skipped a beat. Anne was there. She was alive.
For a moment she forgot what she was there for, the feeling of relief was so palpable. Anne was with the other members of Katherine’s group – Tobias, Beatrice and the friar – all of them surrounded by guards. On closer inspection, Katherine could see a small split in Anne’s lip, evidence of the Sheriff’s treatment. What other injuries were there that weren’t visible? Katherine felt a surge of anger at the thought, but kept her expression even as she continued her ponderous procession towards judgement. Anne’s eyes were fixed on her from across the room. Katherine was transfixed in return, unable to look away. It was only a few seconds, but she felt the pain in her heart, raw and overwhelming as the reality of the situation hit her. Surely it couldn’t end like this? She knew she was in danger of losing her determined composure and had to look away.
There was a tug on her shoulder. She realised the guard was directing her to stop short of the platform in a clear space at the front of the room where everyone could see her. She was on display to all, the shamed noble. A blast sounded from a trumpet and suddenly everyone was bowing. Prince John might only have been standing in for his absent cousin, Richard, but he was still afforded all the respect the real king would receive.
He entered from a side door, taking a few steps up onto the platform. Katherine risked an upwards glance to see what Robert was doing. For now he maintained his position behind the Sheriff. She wondered if she could vault up onto the stage and stop him should he try something. The Prince passed by the treacherous lord, completely oblivious to the imminent danger, and took up a second seat next to the Sheriff.
He gave a small nod to the Sheriff as if he couldn’t be bothered with speaking. Katherine had only ever seen the Prince from afar before, but she’d heard plenty of stories about his cruel nature. She didn’t expect to get much of a hearing from him. The Sheriff instructed one of his men forward to read the charges to all present.
“Lady Katherine of
The man paused as if the next crime was too heinous to even speak out loud.
“…and also that she did engage in an unnatural relationship with another woman.”
There were some gasps from behind her. Katherine could hardly believe the hypocrisy. Most of them would have done far worse in their time. Her only real crime was loving someone.
The Prince looked down his nose at her. “Do you have anything to say in your defence?”
Katherine glanced behind him. Was Robert going to make his move or was he going to wait until she’d been executed? She didn’t exactly have much to lose either way.
“As a matter of fact I do.”
There were some more gasps from the audience. The done thing was to say “no” and proceed quietly to your fate, but then Katherine had never been one for convention. She locked eyes with Robert. She thought she could see a nervous bead of sweat tracking from his dark hairline.
“But first I need to warn you about him.” Katherine pointed an accusing finger at Robert. Whatever he had been expecting, this wasn’t it. He looked panicked.
Suddenly he leapt to his feet. Katherine started forwards too, her guard too shocked by the turn in events to stop her. Everything seemed to be running in slow motion as she flung herself bodily up onto the stage. Robert was reaching for a stunned looking Prince. Katherine could see the glint of the Ares crown in his other hand. She wasn’t going to make it in time. Robert wrenched the Prince’s crown from his head amid shouts of disbelief from the other nobles on the platform. He inserted it into his one, which moulded magically around it to fit. He had time to give her a quick triumphant look before he placed them both on his head. All the air in the room seemed to be sucked inwards towards him before blasting out in a great wave. Katherine was knocked straight off her feet and everything went black.
……..
The faint tickle of something against her cheek greeted
Katherine as she stirred into consciousness.
Opening her eyes she found herself staring up at the sky from a prone
position. It was perhaps the bluest sky
she had ever seen with not a cloud in sight.
Obviously she wasn’t in
Katherine was alone though, and as she studied her surroundings she couldn’t discern anything familiar about the landscape. In fact she couldn’t discern much at all and that was what was so unnerving about it. There weren’t any buildings or other signs of human life. All she could see was the grassy field stretching out to where it was bounded by rolling hills. It was quiet too, eerily so. There was no bird song, no chirrup of crickets in the long grass.
Supposing she wasn’t going to find out more sitting on her bottom, she got up and brushed herself down. Her hand stopped in surprise halfway down the thighs of her trousers. She hadn’t been wearing trousers in the hall at the castle. Her top was different too, a loose summer shirt open at the neck rather the constrictive dress.
What the hell was going on? What sort of weapon dumped you in a field in a change of clothes?
Shaking her head in confusion she picked a direction and
started walking, brushing through the grass that reached her knees. It was hot under the clear sky. Katherine guessed it was near
She stood where she was, waiting for them to reach her, hoping the rider might be able to shed some light on her location and possibly give her a ride to civilisation. As they got closer though she started to feel uneasy. For some reason she had the urge to turn and flee. It was ridiculous, she told herself, but the feeling became more and more intense until her instincts were screaming at her – run!
She could ignore it no longer. Katherine started running away from the rider, crashing through the grass frantically not really knowing why, only that she should. Behind her she could picture the rider getting closer and closer but she didn’t look back. An arrow thumped into the ground close to her dashing feet and she knew she had made the right choice.
The shelter of the hills seemed to still be achingly far away and not getting much closer. Katherine’s lungs were burning now as a second arrow sailed past, close to her head. Then finally she was there, gratefully ducking between the trees on the lower slopes. Hiding behind one she risked a peek to see where the horseman was. Her head was almost knocked from her body as he came crashing past. Spinning away she beat an urgent path through the trees, taking a zig-zag course to try and put him off.
Who was he? Why was he chasing her?
Katherine ducked under some low branches and finally saw her chance up ahead. Quickly shinning up the next tree she thanked her wayward youth which had been spent as much out in the fields as learning ladylike occupations at the manor house. She thought it ironic that a good deal of those idle days had been spent in Robert’s company. Safely enconsed up the tree, Katherine pulled back one of the branches and held it taut, listening to the sound of the horseman thundering closer. Closer, closer. Katherine let go. The branch snapped back into position, catching the rider in the midriff and catapulting him from his horse. Amazingly Katherine could see him quickly getting to his feet. Now he was off the horse she could see he wore a hood to cover his face, leaving her none the wiser as to who he was or why he was after her. Either way his intent was clear. Katherine’s eyes fell on the man’s bow which had landed close to her and she snatched it up. Meanwhile he was drawing a sword and running at her.
An arrow, I need an arrow!
Katherine scanned the woodland floor, but there weren’t any to be seen. She could sense him almost upon her. Then she felt it. There was an arrow and it was already between her fingers, notched in the bow. Katherine stared down at her hands, unable to comprehend how it had appeared out of thin air.
Was it a dream?
Yet it seemed too vivid to be one, dreams were normally much more fragmented and nebulous. The sound of pounding feet told her she had no time to deliberate it now. She quickly raised the bow, not having time to aim before she fired. The man was so close the force of the arrow impacting his chest lifted him right up off his feet before he crashed down on his back. Katherine took a fortifying gulp of air, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments. Only when she opened them he was gone. She swung round on the spot but there was no sign of him or his horse for that matter. It was impossible. She knew there was no way he could have got up and run away in that fraction of a second. As improbable as it seemed he had simply vanished as if he’d never been there. Katherine rubbed at her head in confusion.
What was going on?
Clothes that changed by themselves, arrows that miraculously appeared just when they were needed, mysterious attackers that disappeared into the ether when downed. Those sort of things just didn’t happen, not in the real world. It hit her like a smacking blow to the temple.
This wasn’t the real world!
She remembered now - she had been here before, a place where the laws of the world could be bent to your will if you were mentally strong enough. It was the spirit realm.
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It took Anne a moment to get her bearings as she came to. She was lying on the floor and as she pushed herself up she saw she wasn’t the only one. All around her the other occupants of the room were lying strewn haphazardly where they had fallen arms and legs at odd angles. Her heart lurched as she spotted Katherine lying along from her on the platform. She leapt up, vaulting over the bodies of the others on the way to her. As she reached Katherine she was relieved to see the telltale sign of her chest rising and falling with each breath.
“Katherine?” Anne gently shook the other woman’s shoulder but she didn’t wake. “Katherine.” She tried again, a bit louder this time, though she was wary of waking anyone else in the room too knowing it could be the perfect chance to escape. There was still no response from the other woman though. Fearing she would get none no matter how loud she shouted, she threw caution to the wind. “Katherine!” Her shout echoed round the otherwise quiet room. No one stirred; they were all out cold. She wondered what had Robert done to them and why wasn’t she affected.
Looking for him, Anne saw he was sitting where he had been prior to the melee. Both crowns were on his head and his eyes were closed. Whatever had happened to everyone else appeared to be affecting him too. She wondered if that was intentional. Either way it gave her the perfect opportunity. Assuming the crowns had caused whatever was afflicting everyone, then it stood to reason that getting them off him may undo it.
Anne reached over and drew the sword from the scabbard of one of the unconscious guards. Striding towards Robert she raised it up, point first, aiming for his heart. She was determined there would be no more second chances, no more mistakes. Katherine could tell her off for killing a defenceless person later, for now he just needed to be stopped, for good. Taking the last couple of steps at a run she was unprepared when the blade hit something hard before getting anywhere near Robert. The sword catapulted from her hand, clattering noisily to the stone floor as she staggered back a couple of paces.
More slowly this time Anne reached out in his direction. Her hand hit an invisible barrier halfway there. She placed her hand flat on it, tracing over the surface which appeared to extend all around Robert like a defensive cocoon.
What sort of magic was this?
A thought nagged at the back of her mind - she had seen such wizardry before. Bronwyn had produced such a barrier in the spirit realm. Anne ran back over to Katherine, kneeling down and gently lifting up one of her eyelids. Katherine’s blue-grey eye stared vacantly up at the ceiling.
Could they really all be on the spirit plane?
She supposed it might explain why she appeared to be the only one unaffected. Yet she wondered what Robert hoped to accomplish by taking them all there and more importantly what he was doing to them there. At least Anne knew Katherine must still be all right as any injury suffered there would have manifested itself on her real body. Supposing there was only one way to find out if her supposition was correct, Anne sat down next to Katherine and tried to clear her mind.
……..
Katherine wasn’t really sure where she was going. She had only been on the spirit plane once before and on that occasion she’d had Anne’s help returning to the physical world. On her own she had no idea how she was supposed to accomplish it. Perhaps that was the point, she contemplated, maybe Robert’s weapon was supposed to strand her there. If she was there, though, then maybe others from the hall were there too, including Anne. If she could find the young woman and avoid getting skewered by malevolent riders in the process, then maybe she had a chance.
Katherine reached the top of the hill, hoping she might find some shining light of understanding up there, but all that stretched out before her was more green landscape without a building in sight. She noted that the wind seemed to be picking up, the first time she’d sensed any kind of shift in the weather. Up above a few clouds were starting to mar the perfect sky. A movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye and she looked down to try and catch what it was. For a moment she couldn’t see anything, the only thing of note nearby being a fallen tree trunk. Then she spotted the small object sat upon it. She knelt down and tentatively reached out a hand to the small creature.
“Hello there,” she said, not really sure why she was talking to the lizard-like thing, only that it seemed the right thing to do. It was the first sign of life she’d seen apart from the murderous horseman and she had to wonder if she’d actually conjured it out of her mind since this was the spirit plane. Perhaps it was meant to tell her something, guide her in some way.
However, the animal seemed rather dozy and she wondered for a moment if it was actually alive. She moved her hand closer to poke it and it fell off the log and plopped down onto the grass, four feet stiffly up in the air. Obviously it wasn’t going to be telling her much. The moment was broken by a scream from further down the hill. Katherine immediately stood up and spotted another hooded rider darting through the trees. A second figure broke from the treeline, tripped and started tumbling down the slope obviously fleeing the horseman.
The woman’s dress became snagged on some brambles as she tried to get up. At the same time the rider had now emerged into the open and was bearing down on her. Katherine raised the bow she still carried and willed for another arrow to appear. It wasn’t forthcoming and the rider was getting ever closer to his target. Katherine scrunched her eyes shut as if that would somehow help her focus on producing an arrow. Sweat started to break out on her forehead at the effort. Finally she felt something against her hands. Opening her eyes, she had the briefest of moments to sight the rider before releasing the arrow. Luckily her quick aim was true and it thumped into his side. He made no sound as he toppled from his horse and went spiralling down the hillside. This time Katherine kept her eyes on him, strangely relieved to see that he did indeed simply vanish. At least she knew she wasn’t shooting real people.
The other woman was still tugging to free her dress as Katherine came down the slope to meet her. “Thank you for…” The woman stopped speaking as soon as her eyes came up.
Katherine had to glance over her shoulder, thinking maybe there was another rider approaching, but there was nothing behind her. Turning back to the woman she could see it was she herself that had caused the woman’s surprise. “Is something the matter?” asked Katherine.
“No, no,” the woman insisted, recovering quickly from whatever had vexed her, “I am fine,” she added in a soft French accent.
The woman avoided making eye contact and her odd behaviour perplexed Katherine enough to get her thinking. She studied the woman’s elfin features, trying to place her. “You know I don’t remember seeing you in the hall when Robert did whatever he did, and your accent…” As soon as she had mentioned it out loud the realisation crept up on her. “You’re Axia.”
The woman stopped her shifty evasion and met Katherine’s eyes. “And you are Katherine.” Katherine didn’t think she’d ever heard her name said with such an edge of distaste. “I suppose we have you to thank for what is happening here?”
Katherine didn’t often take an instant dislike to someone, but for Axia she decided she would make an exception. She didn’t bother answering the snide question, instead replying with one of her own. “And what are you doing here? Hoping to invade Anne’s thoughts again?”
“I sensed a disturbance on the spirit plane and came here, only now it seems I can’t leave.”
More’s the pity, thought Katherine. “Well, it wasn’t me who caused the
‘disturbance’,” she explained, “You have Lord Robert of
“A friend of yours?” asked Axia pointedly.
“Hardly.”
Axia gave a gallic scoff. “You are all the same, you flat minds, all interested in how you can exploit something. Only it seems your friend doesn’t quite know what he’s let himself in for.”
“He’s not my friend,” re-iterated Katherine, “And what do you mean about Robert?”
“He thinks he can control this place, control the Domnu, the riders you have seen. But he will fail.”
“He’s here?”
“Yes, but his grip on this place is tenuous. The madness will consume him sooner or later,” said Axia gravely, “We must find your friend and destroy his totem.”
“For the last time, he’s not my friend,” said Katherine angrily, “And by his totem I presume you mean the Ares crown.”
“Is that its form? Then yes I mean that…”
Axia trailed off, eyes suddenly darting around. Katherine followed her anxious look but couldn’t see anything.
“What is it?”
Axia closed her eyes as if trying to sense something. “A disturbance…” she said vaguely. “It’s nothing,” she suddenly added opening her eyes again.
For some reason Katherine didn’t believe her. Meanwhile Axia was moving off already. “Are you coming to stop your friend then?”
Katherine bit her lip to stop from having to correct Axia yet again. She knew the other woman was doing it deliberately to goad her. “Let’s go.”
……..
As soon as Anne opened her eyes it hit her – a sharp stabbing pain jabbing at her temples. She had to hold her head in her hands for a moment, trying to force it away.
What had Robert done
to the spirit plane?
Normally it was a place of quiet and calm away from the real world, but today Anne felt on edge, agitated by something indefinable. Eventually the pain in her head subsided and she was able to take time to look around. Anne had been hoping she might appear close to Katherine since she had been focussing on the other woman back in the real world, but it appeared whatever Robert had done had corrupted the normal laws of the plane. She was alone.
The wind whipped across the field she had appeared in, ruffling at the grass around her feet and picking at her blonde hair. She peeled it away from her face and tried to secure it back into the ponytail at the back of her head. For the first time she realised her whole appearance was different. Gone was the maid’s dress she had been wearing back in the castle. It had been replaced by her more normal outfit of black trousers and shirt. She supposed her form on the spirit plane was just a projection of her consciousness and this was obviously the way she wanted to project herself, the way she was most comfortable.
Thinking she may be able to locate Katherine using the fabric of the plane itself, she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to tune in to the rhythms of the place. She winced at the discordant clamour that filled her mind. Obviously she was going to have to do things the old fashioned way. Above the general confusion, she had sensed an overriding imbalance in one particular direction and she chose that as the way to go.
She hadn’t gone far when the sound of a commotion filtered
to her on the breeze. Quickening her
pace into a run, she crested a hill to find the unexpected source. Below her in a small valley were two people
being chased by third on horseback. She immediately recognised the fleeing couple
as Lord and Lady Chesterfield and actually found herself hanging back. Should she really go to the aid of the evil
couple? Not only had they nearly killed
her back in
While she deliberated the horse rider was intent on his quarry. A long spear glinted in the sunlight just before it pierced the chest of the lord. Lady Saskia screamed as the hooded rider pulled it back out, allowing her husband’s body to flop to the ground. The grass was quickly stained red from the blood oozing from the gaping wound while his eyes glazed over. Saskia just stood there staring in horror, oblivious to the hooves of the horse kicking up dirt as it swung round to make a fresh charge at her instead. Eventually she seemed to realise she was now the focus of the rider’s murderous intent. She gave one terrified look and started running. The rider let her go for a moment as if he knew there was no way she could escape before urging his horse into a gallop.
Anne sighed and supposed she couldn’t just stand by and watch. As she started running down the slope she thought that this was all Katherine’s fault – she probably wouldn’t have given a second thought to allowing Saskia to be impaled by the horseman before she’d met the other woman. She only hoped she was timing her sprint down the hill right as the horse approached at speed from her left.
Getting within range she launched herself from her higher position and cannoned bodily into the rider. They were both propelled from the horse, landing in a sprawling heap on the turf. Anne was quickly up on her feet, just in time to dodge a lunge from the rider. The blade of a dagger glinted in the sunlight. She leapt back from his next attack and caught hold of his arm, attempting to wrest the weapon from his hand. They tussled for a few seconds until she managed to force the dagger round and into his gut. He made no sound as it bit into him. Suddenly he vanished, leaving Anne standing there with a dagger skewering thin air.
Anne supposed he was some sort of manifestation of the spirit realm, and turned her attention instead to Lady Saskia who was heading her way dusting herself down.
“Oh, it’s you.”
Lady Saskia couldn’t have sounded more affronted if it had been a pox-ridden, flea-infested latrine cleaner who had rescued her. Not that Anne had been expecting much, but a thank you might not have gone amiss.
“You’re welcome,” she said to highlight the lack of one.
Saskia was ignoring her though, more intent on making her way back to her fallen husband’s body. She knelt down for a moment to close his eyes, but seemed surprisingly calm given her initial hysterical reaction. Anne remained at a discrete distance. Eventually Saskia stood up, any emotion she might have been feeling gone from her face.
“So do you know where we are?”
“It’s what’s known as the spirit realm,” answered Anne, “It’s like another world where your mind exists separate from your body.”
“So it’s not real?”
“Not exactly,” said Anne. She could see Saskia glancing down at her husband. “But I’m afraid anything that happens to you here is reflected in the real world,” Anne added.
“You mean he’ll be dead there too,” stated Saskia bluntly.
And Anne thought she was one not to beat around the bush. Given the lack of emotion from the other woman she had no problem answering equally starkly. “Yes.”
Saskia shook her head. “This is to do with Robert and his silly weapon isn’t it, I told Arthur we shouldn’t have gotten involved with those Ares people. Still I suppose you should be happy, since it saved your darling Katherine’s neck for now at least. I was hoping the Sheriff might have handed her over to us for punishment, given that she committed crimes on our land.”
Anne could just imagine what sort of perverted ‘punishment’
Saskia might come up with if their last trip to the
“Do you know any more details on Robert’s weapon and what it does?” she asked, supposing she may as well try for what information she could.
“That’s Lord Robert to you,” noted Saskia haughtily, “And what makes you think I would tell you of all people if I did?”
“Because if we don’t stop him, you might be stuck here forever,” she pointed out.
“In that case I can find him on my own and get him to send me back.”
Against her better judgement Anne found herself challenging that idea. “It might be better to stick together.”
Saskia made a derisive snort. “With you? I don’t think so, I’ll take my chances.”
Anne rolled her eyes, getting the feeling that it was pointless trying to dissuade the other woman. Who was she to stop Saskia getting herself killed if she was intent on that course? Not that she had much chance since Saskia was already striding away without so much as a goodbye.
Dismissing any sense of responsibility for the fate of the other woman, Anne turned back to her course. The trees were much denser and the ground steep as she continued on up the other side of the valley. Anne had to pick her way carefully up the slope constantly aware of the time slipping away. More than ever she was keen to find Katherine and the source of the troubles on the plane. For some reason she thought the two probably wouldn’t be far apart.
When she did finally reach the top she quickened her pace, running through the thinning trees at full pelt. She was going so fast she almost ran straight off a cliff that appeared out of nowhere. Her boots kicked a few loose bits of earth off over the side as she skidded to a halt on the edge. Peering over the treacherous drop she could see the cliffs dropped away for about fifty feet below her. At the foot lay more uneven rocks that had obviously come away from the cliff at one time or another. Beyond that was a grassy area bounded by trees and a small lake.
She was still wondering at the best way to get down there when all of a sudden she was shoved in the back. Her feet went from beneath her. Desperately she tried to twist her body and grab onto something. Her fingers grasped at the loose dirt and rocks but there was nothing to gain purchase on. As she plunged over the side she just caught sight of a satisfied looking Saskia above her.
Anne’s body whacked into an outcrop half the way down, driving all the air from her lungs. There was no time to think, no time to act before she crashed into craggy rocks at the foot of the cliff. Anne screamed as there was a loud snap from her right leg. She hardly dared look at it to see the damage; the pain was more than enough to tell her it was bad. Wary of her exposed position, she gritted her teeth and tried to drag herself across the rocks to cover. Each movement caused a fresh stab of pain in her leg. Block it out, it’s not real, she tried to tell herself, but it didn’t help. As she hauled herself across the grass by the lake she cursed her good deed.
Bloody Saskia! Bloody Robert! Bloody everything!
It helped to rant; it gave her some focus away from the agony in her leg. Then she heard it over her own curses - the thump of hooves. She renewed her efforts, clawing at the grass as she tried to drag herself out of view. She saw a rider rounding the foot of the cliff. Worse she could see he had spotted her too, urging his horse on faster in her direction, its hooves splashing through the water at the lake’s edge. She knew it was hopeless; there was no way she was going to make it to the trees before he reached her. Still she carried on fighting. She attempted to get to her feet, letting herself cry out loud as pain shot through her leg. She managed a couple of hops before she came tumbling down again on the turf in an ungainly heap. He was almost upon her now. All she could do was roll over to meet her fate head on.
She could see the dark space under his hood as he bore down upon her. Then suddenly the hooded head jerked to the side and Anne saw there was now an arrow protruding from the back of it. The horse took a few more steps before the rider slithered lifelessly from his saddle. Anne watched as his form hit the ground and dissipated into nothingness, his horse following suit. In its place she could see two figures running towards her, the red hair of one of them distinctive as the sunlight bounced off it. Anne felt a huge swell of relief, quickly overtaken by surprise when she realised the identity of the second person.
Katherine practically shoved Axia out of the way to be the first to kneel down at Anne’s side. “What happened?” she asked as she saw the bone protruding through Anne’s trouser leg and shin.
“It was Lady Saskia, she pushed me.”
“Saskia? She’s here too?”
Axia chimed into the conversation. “There are lots of you here.”
Katherine’s head swung round to her. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“You didn’t ask.”
From the frosty exchange Anne could tell Katherine and Axia’s first meeting hadn’t exactly gone well. She supposed she should be grateful Axia was still in one piece given that Katherine had wanted to take a few lumps out of her last time they’d discussed the other woman. For a moment they seemed to have completely forgotten the young woman lying injured in the ground.
“How many exactly?” enquired Katherine.
“I can’t tell,” said Axia, “It’s hard to pinpoint anything at the moment, but I would say at least a hundred or so.”
“Everyone from the hall,” deduced Katherine.
Anne made an involuntary groan that had the effect of focussing their attention back on her.
Axia made to come closer. “Let me take a look at it…”
Katherine was up on her feet, blocking the other woman’s path. “You can stay back, you’ve done enough!”
“I can help her!” retorted Axia angrily.
Anne had to interrupt the brewing argument. “It’s all right, Katherine, let her try.”
Katherine reluctantly moved out of the way, though Anne could see the deathly look she was shooting Axia from behind her back. She wondered if things could get any more awkward.
“Don’t worry,” said Axia offering a calming smile as she knelt down, “I think this should still work even with the disturbance to the ether.”
She made to stroke a hand across Anne’s forehead, but the young woman flinched back. “I’m not hurt there,” she pointed out, aware of Katherine hovering close by.
Axia just smiled again, Anne thinking she was fully aware of the reaction she was provoking. She placed her hands either side of the damaged shin and closed her eyes to summon the necessary healing energy. As in Rouen Anne could feel the warm glow starting first in her leg and then washing through her whole body. She desperately tried to keep her expression even and not give in to the temptation to sigh contentedly.
Once she was finished, Axia sat on the grass for a moment, such healing being draining on the giver. Katherine took her place by Anne’s side, verifying her leg was truly mended before she turned to Axia.
“Thank you,” said Katherine. Anne knew the effort it must have taken to drag the words out.
Axia simply nodded an acknowledgement, her eyes then flicking to Anne who was now sitting up. “Though I’m not sure how many more times either of us will be able to accomplish such an act until this damage to the plane is healed. It was much harder than normal to draw the energy.”
“Then we should try and stay away from those hooded riders,” noted Anne.
“They are the Domnu.”
Anne sucked in a breath. She had heard of them – soul stealers. She had thought perhaps they were just a myth.
“Why would Robert summon the Domnu though?” she asked Axia.
“If he could control them….if…then they would work for him. They would steal your soul and make it his.”
“Meaning?” prompted Katherine.
Axia rolled her eyes as if Katherine was stupid for not knowing. “Your body would become a mindless puppet, free to do his bidding, though in some cases the change might not be that obvious.”
Anne could see Katherine’s jaw clenching where she was grinding her teeth together and thought it best she continue the conversation. “But Robert’s here too? What good would it do him in that case?”
“I am guessing he did not intend things to happen this way and is now having a similar problem to us – finding a way back. He is inexperienced in the ways of the spirit plane, without proper training it can be an overwhelming place, especially if you are handed power over it. Every moment he stays here, the further from reality he slips. Eventually he won’t be able to tell the difference.”
Katherine let out a rueful laugh. “Seems like a pretty poor weapon if you ask me!”
“In the hands of someone more in control of their thoughts and emotions it would be a formidable power,” continued Axia, “You would be able to bend whole armies to your will, just by looking at them. Fortunately, or not, for us your friend lacks the necessary refinement or control as is the case with most of you flat minds. He is too angry, too much in conflict with himself. The power will slowly corrupt his mind. When it is gone completely the Domnu will be free and unfettered.”
Anne knew that wasn’t good. “It sounds like we don’t have much time.”
“We do not,” agreed Axia. She didn’t say anything else and Anne found herself compelled to look at her, the other woman’s brown eyes seeming to draw her in. “Can’t you feel it too,” said Axia in her sing-song voice, “The spirit plane is calling out to us for help.”
Before she knew what was happening, Axia hands were on her face, cupping it between them. Anne found her mind drifting, her eyes naturally closing. She was flying, up over the plane. She continued to soar, free on the wind. It was exhilarating. Then she was swooping downwards, a dark object on the horizon drawing her towards it. As she got closer she could see it was a giant tree, disobeying all the laws of nature in its immenseness. Its gigantic trunk was dark and foreboding, and there were no leaves on its branches. Near the top she could see there was a castle of sorts, perched within the branches. She could feel the malevolence radiating from the walls and knew this must be where Robert was. She continued to fly up the side of the tree, up over a natural ledge and into a dark opening in the side of the wood itself. Through the dark she could sense the power, coming closer. It was getting hotter, her heart was starting to pound, it was getting hard to breathe…
Anne’s eyes flew open as Axia’s hand was suddenly wrenched from its place on her face. Anne had to take a few gulps of air to steady herself. Meanwhile Katherine held Axia’s arm tightly at the wrist, anger sparking in her eyes.
“What were you doing to her?”
“Showing her…”
“Just you keep away!” Katherine pulled on the wrist, forcing Axia to her feet. The two women were of similar height and stood toe to toe. “She’s had enough of your help already!” snapped Katherine, “Help such as stealing her life from her!”
“She told you then,” said Axia.
“Of course she told me! We don’t have to share some mental link to understand one another. You might have heard of this little thing called talking.”
Anne thought she better break things up again. Sooner or later she could see the two women coming to actual physical blows.
“I saw where Robert is,” she said, waiting until they both looked at her before she continued, “But that still leaves the problem of how to stop him, I tried to get the crown off him in the physical world but I couldn’t get near him. He had some sort of protective barrier surrounding him.”
Axia stared balefully at Katherine for a moment, who eventually released her hold on the other woman. Axia rubbed her wrist as she turned to answer Anne. “The crown does not want to be parted from its master. You need to find him here in the spirit world and separate him from it. Only then can you return to the physical world and destroy the crown…or him.”
“So we need to dodge the soul stealing riders, find Robert who wields goodness knows what power here and somehow get the crown off his head,” said Katherine sarcastically, “Sounds easy.”
“And you need to do it quickly,” added Axia.
Katherine rolled her eyes. “I sense another revelation coming.”
“A mind is not meant to be separated from its body for long,” explained Axia, “Especially not an untrained mind. If you and the others like you who have been banished here stay too long the link will be broken forever. You will never be able to return to the physical world and your body will die.”
…….
With the added impetus of Axia’s words to spur them on the three of them set a course for the citadel seen in Anne’s vision with fresh determination. Katherine would have preferred to have foregone the ‘pleasure’ of Axia company on the trip, but was willing to concede that the other woman’s knowledge of the spirit plane could come in useful. She was a little surprised Axia had agreed to come with them, though Katherine doubted helping her was high on her list of reasons. She suspected restoring the spirit plane while at the same time trying to ingratiate herself with Anne were of more importance.
Katherine could see Axia chatting with Anne up ahead as they climbed up another hill. Katherine quickened her pace and as she approached Axia took one glance and dropped back, leaving Katherine alone with Anne.
“How’s the leg?” asked Katherine.
“It’s fine.”
“Good job we had Axia here to help then.” Katherine just couldn’t help herself. Every comment she made about or to Axia came out tainted by jealousy.
“Don’t worry, I don’t trust her either.” Katherine suspected that was for entirely different reasons but didn’t say as much as Anne continued. “I just don’t quite buy her helpful pagan act,” she said, “Even if she has healed me twice now. Maybe I’m a bit wary of anyone offering to help me understand that side of me after what happened with Bronwyn.”
“You don’t think she’s actually a dark witch?” asked Katherine aghast.
Anne thought about it. “No, I don’t think so, I didn’t get that sense when she…” She trailed off, so Katherine finished for her.
“When she was busy sharing your thoughts and taking you on a guided tour of this place?”
Anne pulled up, waiting for Katherine to do the same. “Katherine, you don’t need to be jealous of Axia. I have absolutely no interest in her whatsoever.”
Katherine still felt the anxious stirrings in her stomach though. “But what about in the past?”
Anne reached out to stroke her fingers lightly over Katherine’s cheek. “The past is the past, and since I can’t even remember it I’m not going to worry about it. Here and now there’s only one person I’m interested in.”
Before Katherine could raise any more objections, Anne closed the distance between them and drew her into a soft kiss. Eventually an unsubtle cough disturbed them from their passionate clinch.
“We should be moving on,” said Axia.
Katherine felt an odd satisfaction at seeing the dark look on Axia’s face. It convinced her more than ever she was right to be wary and that Axia’s interest in Anne was more than just friendly.
……..
Anne’s foot slipped on some loose bark of the giant tree she was climbing and sent it cascading down below. She glanced anxiously downwards, seeing both Katherine and Axia ducking their heads closer to the trunk to avoid the falling debris.
“Sorry,” called back Anne.
Neither woman replied, far too intent on keeping their footing. Anne made sure of hers this time and started ascending again. She wasn’t sure how long it had taken them to traverse the ground to the tree, since time had little meaning on the plane. Back in the real world, though, she guessed it must have been at least half a day. Now it seemed to be taking an age to get up the precipitous tree trunk and to the opening she had seen in her vision. Every moment they dawdled lessened the chance that any of them would ever be able to return to the real world.
Her arms were starting to ache with the effort of the climb. Part of her knew it was only her imagination making them ache, yet the power of suggestion was a wonderful thing. Or not so wonderful in this case. Eventually she managed to haul herself up onto a wide flat branch and rest up for a moment.
From below she could hear the sound of muttering and grumbling and she peered over the edge to see Axia complaining about something to Katherine.
“Why don’t you just let me go first?” suggested Axia, “Since you’re having such trouble.”
“I would be going a whole lot faster if you didn’t keep moaning at me,” said Katherine in response.
Axia wasn’t taking no for an answer though, and made an attempt to force her way past. She jostled into Katherine as she tried to climb by her.
“Watch out, you’ll have us both off!” cried Katherine indignantly.
Anne wondered if they would ever stop arguing. It had been the same the whole way there – if one said left the other said right. It was like watching two stags going at it in the forest. Anne considered that Katherine probably had the bigger horns though. Eventually both women made it up to Anne’s level looking flushed and tired.
“I think the entrance I saw in the vision is round this ledge,” said Anne, “Why don’t you two wait here and rest while I check?”
Anne was reluctant to suggest it given that she would have to leave Katherine and Axia alone, but at the same time would be relieved to escape the bickering for a while. She wasn’t sure who to feel more worried for. She had visions of coming back and finding they’d dragged each other off the side. Of course she knew neither woman would really do such a thing, they were both far too sensible to let their personal animosity get in the way of their mission. At least she prayed they were.
…….
Katherine sat on a handy stump on the ledge and unhooked the bow off of her back. It was slightly cumbersome, climbing with it, but she preferred to keep it close, unsure whether her ability to focus to produce arrows for it would extend to fabricating the whole bow should she lose it. She waited until Anne had disappeared from sight before she asked Axia something that had been bothering her.
“When I first rescued you,” she began, taking great delight in reminding the other woman of that fact, “You became distracted as if you were sensing something on the plane. It was Anne wasn’t it? You knew she had arrived.”
Axia just gave a shrug as she stood looking out over the plane that stretched out far below them now.
“And you didn’t say anything?” prompted Katherine.
“Is it my fault you are too narrow minded to be able to tune into the ebb and flow of the plane?”
Katherine felt her anger simmering. She rose with deliberate slowness from her seat, fighting to keep it from boiling over. She took a couple of deep breaths as she waited for Axia to turn and face her. “I’ve just about had enough of your snide remarks,” she said, jabbing a finger at Axia’s chest, “This might be the spirit plane but it doesn’t mean I can’t crack you on the nose.”
Axia looked down that nose at Katherine’s finger. “Charming, I can see what Anne sees in you.”
“That’s what you hate though isn’t it, that she does see something in me?”
“For now,” said Axia evenly, “Sooner or later she will come to realise you are not one of her kind.”
“And you are?” said Katherine with heavy scepticism. She moved closer still to Axia, her nose almost touching that of the other woman. “Let me make one thing absolutely clear to you, I may not have special pagan abilities or senses, but I will do everything in my power to protect her from anyone that threatens her. That includes you.”
“And who’s to say it is us she needs protecting from?”
Katherine took a step back, afraid she might lose her temper completely. “Just stay away from her.”
“Can Anne not make up her own mind?” Axia obviously didn’t know when to let up.
Katherine rounded on her again. “As long as you aren’t playing with it!” She clenched her fists at her sides. “I’ve heard about your little chats on the spirit plane back in the old days.”
“Is that how she described them?”
Katherine could tell Axia was goading her with the insinuation in her voice. “She doesn’t remember,” she said.
“Really.”
It was just a single word, but the way she said it as if Anne had been deliberately lying, made Katherine want to slip her fingers round Axia’s throat and squeeze hard. She restrained herself. Just.
Fortunately the sound of footsteps precluded the need for her to hold back any longer. If Anne noticed anything untoward in the way the two women were squared up to one another she didn’t comment. Instead she informed them that she had found the entrance to the Citadel.
………
“That was my foot!”
Anne rolled her eyes, wondering if she was the only one who remembered what exactly they were doing wandering around the lower reaches of the castle. It seemed Katherine and Axia were far more intent on arguing than the task at hand. It was near pitch black, the three of them having to feel their way along the cold walls as they made their way along. The blind nature of their progress was what had obviously led to Katherine accidentally stepping on Axia’s toes…or maybe not so accidentally, considered Anne.
“Why don’t you use those powers of yours and magic us up a light then?” suggested Katherine.
There was a brief silence and then suddenly a light flared. Anne had to wait for her eyes to adjust for a moment before seeing a smug looking Axia holding a burning torch. She could now also see the passageway ahead in more detail. Not that there was much to see. The stone walls stretched on into the darkness, the only respite from their monotony being where branches from the giant tree had pushed and poked their way through the stonework. The stone was unable to resist the inextricable force of nature and had crumbled under its power.
“I’ll take the lead shall I?” said Axia, walking on past Anne. The young woman couldn’t fail to see the satisfied look she shot Katherine nor the tight-lipped response.
Along the corridor they came across the odd ancient torch suspended on the walls and Axia lit them as they went, providing a meagre light to navigate by. As they moved deeper into the citadel the sense of imbalance that pervaded the place grew stronger, making Anne feel more and more unsettled. The castle was an abomination to the spirit realm, something that shouldn’t exist and was breaking they very fabric of the plane.
“Are you all right?”
Anne looked to her questioner. “It’s just this place,” she tried to explain to Katherine giving an involuntary shudder, “It just doesn’t feel right.”
“I know what you mean,” agreed Katherine, casting an uneasy glance at the dark walls, “Ever since we…”
Katherine didn’t get to finish her sentence. Instead she stumbled, having to reach out a hand to brace herself against the wall and stop herself from falling. Anne was at her side in an instant. “What is it?” she asked, wrapping a helping arm around Katherine’s waist.
The other woman rubbed uncertainly at her face, eyes closed for a second. “I don’t know, I just came over all faint.”
Axia had noticed they’d stopped, turning back to the two women. “We don’t have long, soon the bonds between this and the physical world will be broken.” She glanced at Katherine. “She is feeling it first given her limited mental capabilities, but we will eventually be affected too.”
Anne could see Katherine’s eyes burning into Axia for the disparaging comment, but that wasn’t important right now. “Then we’d best hurry up and find Robert.” She looked to Katherine. “Are you all right to continue?”
Axia chipped in before Katherine could reply. “Only you could stay here if you’d rather.”
Katherine drew herself up. “I’m fine,” she stated with renewed determination.
Anne knew better than to question her further, even if the skin of Katherine’s face was currently a deathly white. Katherine would need to have had both her legs ripped off before she gave up, and even then she’d probably be dragging herself along with her arms and snapping at her opponent’s heels.
Just when Anne thought the corridor might go on forever, the light from Axia’s torch flickered over some steps ahead. They ascended to the higher level which opened out into an entrance hall. There was some natural light dappling the stone floor, or what passed for natural on the spirit plane. As Anne took the final step she felt something touch her ankle. Then suddenly it was wrapped around it and tugging. Anne fell forwards, only just about managing to stop her face from smacking into the floor. The thing round her ankle yanked again and she found herself tumbling back down the stairs, the unforgiving stone banging into her body as she bounced downwards.
She finally came to a thumping rest back at the foot of the steps. Looking at her ankle she could see there was a sinewy branch wrapped around her boot. She made to untangle it only to find the movement of her arm impeded by a second branch. A third wound its way round her other arm. She tugged at them, trying desperately to reach the dagger nestling in her belt, but they were too strong. Another vine shot around her throat.
Anne gagged, just hearing the sound of feet running down the steps over her frantic gasps. An arrow zinged through the air, neatly chopping off the vine at her throat. It was quickly followed by another cutting the one round her right arm. Free at last she grabbed her dagger and slashed at the braches round her other arm and foot. She was scrabbling to her feet as Katherine leapt down the last couple of steps, bow still at the ready. Anne could see more and more branches darting from the walls at them and quickly turned, pushing Katherine back up the stairs.
“I suggest we get out of here!”
Katherine took one look at the grabbing branches and started vaulting back up the stairs, the two of them dashing out at the top with a few vines still nibbling at their heels. Anne stamped a boot on the last one and it recoiled back down the steps.
“A lovely place Robert has here,” she noted sardonically.
She saw Katherine was studying the hall and the numerous stairways and doors that led off of it. “Can you sense which way it is from here?” asked the older woman.
Anne tried to focus her thoughts, but once again the pounding rose up in her head until it was unbearable and she had to stop. Regretfully she gave a shake of the head. “I guess we’ll just have to search them all.”
“Then I suppose this way is as good as any.” Katherine went to move towards the nearest staircase. Suddenly the floor opened up below her and she dropped from view.
“Katherine!” Anne was where she had been standing in an instant, but the floor slab had slammed shut again. Anne pummelled it with her boot a few times, but there was no sign of it giving. Anne cast her eyes frantically around trying to determine which way was likely to prove the best option in getting to where Katherine had disappeared to.
“You should just leave her.”
Anne whirled round and fixed Axia with a fierce look. The other woman merely shrugged. “I’m just saying, if we want to stop this Robert as soon as possible, then the prudent thing would be to carry on looking for him immediately.”
“Sod prudence.”
Anne didn’t feel the need to say any more, instead running off down the corridor. She could hear Axia following. The other woman just didn’t seem to understand that finding Robert, destroying his crown and returning order to the spirit realm all paled into insignificance in comparison with the importance of making sure Katherine also made it out with her at the end of it all. Otherwise what was the point of any of it? Anne slowed as she reached a set of stairs that led downwards, checking there were no tendrils snaking out to grab them from below. It gave Axia a chance to catch up.
“You don’t have to come with me,” Anne commented.
Axia had to catch her breath for a moment before answering. “Yes, I do.”
Anne sighed. “Once this is over are we going to be even? Are you going to stop bothering me then?”
“I’m sorry?” Axia looked confused.
“The task you mentioned,” Anne reminded her, “The mission that I needed my powers back for.”
“Oh, you think this is it?” Axia laughed though Anne wasn’t amused in the slightest. “I’m afraid not,” said Axia, “As I said before this is her task, we are all unfortunate bystanders as she muddles through it.”
“I intend to be more than a bystander,” said Anne, “You stay here if you want to, but I’m going to help her do something about this.”
“No, I will come with you, she needs all the help she can get after all.”
…….
Katherine rubbed her bottom where it had thumped into the hard floor, wondering how many more surprises the castle was going to throw in their path. The room where she’d landed was near pitch black, yet Katherine got the sense it was large. It was like she could feel the darkness stretching out to fill the vast space. Feeling around her she found the remnants of her bow, now snapped in two from the fall. Out of nowhere a shiver ran down her spine. It wasn’t cold, in fact of anything it seemed unusually warm. The anxious tingle was more to do with her sense of unease. The feeling only increased as she realised she could hear the sound of breathing. It wasn’t close by, yet that was the worrying thing. If she could hear it from distance then the source must be big - really, really big. Suddenly she felt the urge to get out of the room quick. She went to move her feet and clattered straight into something. A metallic clanging echoed around the room, harsh compared to the former silence. Katherine froze. The breathing had stopped. Katherine held her own breath. A rasping snort rumbled round the room. Katherine could feel the sweat slipping down her back as she tried to remain stock still. A weighty thud shook the floor as something shifted position.
What was it? Could it see her in the dark?
Suddenly there was a large intake of breath from the creature. Katherine’s instincts screamed at her to duck. She flung herself to the floor just as a huge jet of flame scorched over her head.
A dragon! It was a bloody dragon!
Katherine had thought such things only existed in fairytales. Then again, she supposed anything was possible on the spirit plane. Deciding an internal debate on the existence of such creatures could wait for another time, she scrabbled to her feet and started sprinting for the door. At least she now knew where it was thanks to the light from the flames. Another blast singed by her, crisping a few flapping strands of hair on the way.
The dragon was after her now, large, crashing footfalls making the whole room shake. The door was only a few more feet away. Katherine lunged for it, wrenching it open as she felt another blast of heat from behind her. She skittered through the door and slammed it shut behind her, having to pat at the smoking material on the rear of her trousers.
Wherever she now stood was equally as dark as the previous room and Katherine prayed it didn’t also have any fire-breathing occupants. She listened out just in case and was thankful to note there were no breathing sounds. Something flickered off to her right and it took a moment for her to realise it was a torch and it was bobbing in her direction. She shielded her eyes for a moment, able to make out the two female figures behind it.
Anne looked mightily relieved as they dashed up to her, whereas Axia seemed slightly disappointed. Katherine wondered why Axia couldn’t be the one to end up in a room with a dragon. Preferably a locked one. She had to banish the uncharitable thoughts from her mind.
“There was a dragon in that room,” stated Katherine matter of factly as they reached her.
“What?” The two women just stared at her as she made a show of continuing to pat herself down before exchanging a quizzical look with one another.
“I’m guessing that’s not a normal occurrence on the spirit plane then?”
“No,” agreed Axia, “It just shows how Robert is losing his grip on reality if he’s now conjuring mythical beasts to protect him.”
………..
Fortunately there didn’t seem to be any more creatures to hinder them as they made their way back upstairs. Apart from the three of them the corridors were deserted and quiet, the only respite from total silence being the crackle of the torches that lined the walls. Who had lit them was a mystery. Perhaps it was all part of Robert’s imagining of how a castle should look since he had obviously created the fortress.
Anne couldn’t shake the suspicion that they were walking into a trap. Most likely Robert was aware of their movements. Anne determinedly tried to block off her thoughts, hoping it would be enough to distract him from their position. Her concentration was disturbed by an odd tickling under her skin, prickling up her arms and across her shoulder blades. Something was about to happen. A harsh grinding noise echoed off the walls. Anne swung round, trying to pinpoint the source. It came again and she realised it wasn’t just resounding off the walls, it was from the walls. They were moving.
Her eyes met Katherine’s who had spotted it too. They both spoke at once. “Run!”
Anne grabbed a confused Axia by the arm, dragging her up the corridor as the walls started to shift. They seemed to be defying any rules of viable architecture and Anne found it hard to look at the warping stonework without getting dizzy. Instead she fixed on the door at the end and ran. The floor started to tilt too and all of a sudden she found herself sliding sideways across the floorboards. She tried to keep her feet but the floor just kept going up and up. Once it was near vertical she fell off, hitting hard stone. She didn’t know if it was a floor or a wall or a ceiling. Clambering to her feet she was relieved to see the walls were stationary once more. Unfortunately she was also alone in a newly formed room.
“Katherine? Axia?”
Anne knocked on what had previously been the floor and was now cutting her off from where she had been. A couple of faint raps echoed back at her through the wood.
“Hello?”
Anne had to restrain herself from sighing in disappointment as the pagan woman’s voice came through faintly.
“Is Katherine there with you?” shouted back Anne.
“No. I’m alone and there’s no way out of here either.”
They must have all been split up in the confusion of the malleable corridor deduced Anne. Her best option was to carry on and find Robert and hope she discovered Katherine again on the way.
“Sorry, but I’m going to have to leave you,” she shouted
through the floor come wall again. “If
we succeed you should be able to make your way off the plane yourself and back
to your body in
“That is true,” came Axia’s voice, “Then I guess it is au revoir for now.”
“Goodbye, Axia.” Anne turned to go.
“Anne.”
Anne considered not responding, pretending she was already out of earshot. She relented though. “Yes?”
“I will see you again.”
Something told Anne that whether she liked it or not that was most likely true.
………….
For a moment Katherine wondered why she could feel the wind ruffling her hair. Then she turned her head to the side and got stark evidence of exactly why. Somehow she was outside the castle walls and perched on the tiniest of ledges. Below her was open air, a lot of it, stretching down to the ground where the trees were tiny green specks.
Very slowly and carefully she got to her feet, resting her back against the stone. A fresh gust picked at her clothes and she automatically tried to mould herself closer to the stonework, afraid of being blown off her precarious perch. She started edging along, keeping her back to the wall, hopeful of finding some way back into the castle.
The last thing she remembered was the corridor starting to move alarmingly and Anne sliding off out of sight down a contorting floor. Katherine herself had tumbled in the opposite direction cracking her head on the way. When she came to she was communing with fresh air. Continuing to pick her way along the uneven wood she quickly saw an obvious obstacle to her hopes of getting back inside - there was a huge great gap in the ledge. The tree folded back into the walls for a good few feet before the natural ledge carried on. On the other side she could see there was a window in the castle wall. There was nothing for it, she was going to have to jump.
Summoning her courage on the edge she knew she shouldn’t look
down but something about the drop was magnetic and she found her eyes drifting
downwards. She scrunched them shut
immediately at the dizzying height. At
least if she didn’t make the leap she was sure to be killed outright. Katherine took a few careful steps backwards;
there wasn’t much room to get a run up.
Taking a last fortifying