The Crippled God

more time. But listen, if it’s too much, walk the other way, or stay off the hill. He’ll see you anyway – we’re doing that bit no matter what. For him.’
    He would have babbled on, but she moved past him.
    Eyes on the hill on the other side of the road.
    Behind her, the strings drew a song into the night air.
    When she reached the road and saw her beloved standing on the hill before her, Korlat broke into a run.

EPILOGUE II
     
    FOR ONCE THE SEAS WERE CALM ON THE BEACH BELOW, AND WITH THE tide out many of the Imass had ventured on to the flats to collect shellfish. Off to one side the twins played with Absi, and the sound of the boy’s laughter reached up to the shelf of stone where sat Udinaas.
    He heard footsteps coming down the trail nearby and turned to see Onos and Hetan. They were carrying reed baskets to join in the harvest. Udinaas saw Onos pause, look out towards the children.
    ‘Relax, Onos,’ Udinaas said. ‘I’ll keep an eye on them.’
    The warrior smiled. Hetan took his hand to lead him down.
    Reclined on a high shelf of limestone above Udinaas, Ryadd said, ‘Stop worrying, Father. It’ll wear you out.’
    From one of the caves higher up the climb behind them, there drifted out the sound of a crying baby. Poor Seren. That’s one cranky baby she has there .
    ‘We’re safe,’ Ryadd said. ‘And if some damned mob of vicious humans shows up, well, they’ll have Kilava, Onrack, Onos Toolan and me to deal with.’
    ‘I know,’ Udinaas replied. He rubbed and massaged his hands. The aches were coming back. Maybe it was time to try that foul medicine Lera Epar kept offering him. Ah, it’s just years of cold water. Sinks in. That’s all .
    Glancing over, he grunted to his feet.
    ‘Father?’
    ‘It’s all right,’ he said. ‘The twins have buried Absi up to his neck. Those girls need a good whipping.’
    ‘You’ve never whipped a child in your life.’
    ‘How would you know? Well. Maybe I haven’t, but the threat still works.’
    Ryadd sat up, looked down on Udinaas with his young, sun-darkened face. Squinting, Udinaas said, ‘In the bright sun, I see your mother in your smile.’
    ‘She smiled?’
    ‘Once, I think, but I won’t take credit for it.’
    Udinaas set off down to the beach.
    Absi had clambered free and tackled one of the girls and was now tickling her into a helpless state. Trouble passed, but he continued anyway.
    Out in the sea beyond the small bay, whales broached the surface, sending geysers into the air, announcing the coming of summer.
    The rider paused on the road, glancing down at the untended turnips growing wild in the ditch, and after a moment he kicked his horse onward. The sun was warm on his face as he rode west along Itko Kan’s coastal track.
    In his wake, in the lengthening shadows, two figures took form. Moments later huge hounds appeared. One bent to sniff at the turnips, and then turned away.
    The figure with the cane sighed. ‘Satisfied?’
    The other one nodded.
    ‘And you imagine only the best now, don’t you?’
    ‘I see no reason why not.’
    Shadowthrone snorted. ‘You wouldn’t.’
    Cotillion glanced over at him. ‘Why not, then?’
    ‘Old friend, what is this? Do you still hold to a belief in hope?’
    ‘Do I believe in hope? I do.’
    ‘And faith?’
    ‘And faith. Yes. I believe in faith.’
    Neither spoke for a time, and then Shadowthrone looked over at the Hounds, and cocked his head. ‘Hungry, are we?’ Bestial heads lifted, eyes fixing on him.
    ‘Don’t even think it, Ammeanas!’
    ‘Why not? Remind that fop on the throne who’s really running this game!’
    ‘Not yet.’
    ‘Where is your impatience? Your desire for vengeance? What sort of Patron of Assassins are you?’
    Cotillion nodded down the road. ‘Leave them alone. Not here, not now.’
    Shadowthrone sighed a second time. ‘Misery guts.’
    The shadows dissolved, and a moment later were gone, leaving nothing but an empty road.

    The sun set, dusk closing in. He’d yet to pass any traffic on this day and that was a little troubling, but he rode on. Having never been this way before, he almost missed the side track leading down to the settlement on the shelf of land above a crescent beach, but he caught the smell of woodsmoke in time to slow up his mount.
    The beast carefully picked its way down the narrow path.
    Reaching the bottom, now in darkness, he reined in.
    Before him was a small fishing village, though it looked mostly abandoned. He saw a