Free Tome of the Undergates by Sam Sykes Page B

act of practical butchery, I’m suddenly at fault?’

    ‘ I never asked you to take a life,’ Asper protested.

    ‘ You don’t even think that it might be necessary!’ Kataria spat back. ‘If you had your way, we’d all sit around praying to some weak round-ear god for an answer while they sodomised us with steel!’

    ‘Don’t talk to her like that!’ Dreadaeleon piped up, trying hard not to wither under her scowl. ‘She’s right to have conviction, even if it is in imaginary beings on high.’ He blinked, eyes going wide. ‘Did I say that part aloud or think it?’

    A hand cracking against his head made a proper answer.

    ‘Who told you to even scurry out of your hole, rat?’ Gariath growled. ‘ You were meant to eat filth and drink your own tears. The Rhega ,’ he thumped his chest, ‘were made to kill and die.’

    ‘Plenty of time for the latter,’ Denaos replied, holding his arms out wide. ‘Humanity didn’t fight its way to the top of the food chain to be condescended to by lizards.’

    Well, that figures , Lenk thought to himself. The one time he musters the spine to confront someone, it’s one of our own.

    ‘ Useless . . . ’ the voice muttered.

    Agreed. He blinked. No, wait. Don’t talk to it.

    ‘ Fight. ’

    Fight back! Resist! It’s madness, you know it’s madness! You aren’t mad! You can—

    ‘ NOW. ’

    The voice came with a sudden insistence, a frigid howl that drowned out the sounds of argument, the sounds of clinking chains. The voice left no room for fear or for thought as it gnashed its teeth, fangs sinking into his brain, grinding his skull between them, filling his mind with fury.

    ‘ Command. ’

    ‘S-stop ...’ he whimpered.

    ‘ Lead! ’

    ‘Hurts—’

    ‘ KILL! ’

    ‘ STOP! ’

    He didn’t know how loud he had screamed, but everyone had snapped to attention. He didn’t know what expression he wore on his face that caused them to look at him so.

    He didn’t care.

    ‘Dread,’ he snarled, pointing to the chain, ‘burn them.’

    ‘Right . . .’ the boy said, swallowing hard and moving towards the links. ‘But I need time to—’

    ‘ NOW! ’

    No time even to stutter an agreement, the cold rigidity in Lenk infected Dreadaeleon as well. His fingers knotted together in a gesture that was painful to watch, his lips murmured a language that was painful to hear. Lenk watched him open his eyes, watched the crimson energy flower from behind his eyelids as tiny electric sparks began to dance along his sleeves.

    ‘ Enemies. ’

    ‘Right,’ Lenk muttered, spying the hatchet-bearing pirates move to the chain on the Linkmaster . ‘Kat.’

    ‘Uh-huh,’ she replied, already drawing the fletching to her cheek. The arrows sang in ugly harmony, wailing from her string to catch them in the throat and chest. She wasted no time in turning a smug grin upon Gariath. ‘ I win.’

    ‘What . . .’ Asper asked, her voice as hesitant as her trembling hands, ‘what should I do?’

    ‘What can you do?’ Lenk replied coldly, his mind focused on other things.

    No cry had arisen from the Linkmaster , none of the collective panic that had plagued them upon Gariath’s appearance, not so much as a harsh word from Rashodd. The pirates simply took a collective step backwards, their expressions unnervingly serene. Even Rashodd appeared not at all displeased as failure loomed in his iron-clad face.

    Why?

    They parted like a wave of flesh, opening up a space at the railing. Lenk’s eyes widened.

    The siege engine.

    It rolled to the railing, a mass of iron and wood whose immediate purpose he could not decipher. A ballista? Of course, how else would they have got the chain across? Then why weren’t they firing it?

    ‘What are they waiting for?’

    No answer was heard over the sound of Dreadaeleon’s chant as it rose to an echoing crescendo. The sparks that were birthed on his sleeves grew into full electric snakes, crackling eagerly as they raced