Further north we have Aldred 'circling the drain' (as they say on ER) with the dark Ekris and the noble Unhert trying to work out how to save him. The key may reside with Inkas-Tarr and Torm who finally move to centre stage in this book.
All the plot-lines are coming together in time for book five, where it all goes totally bonkers.
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Excerpt from Darkness Rising 4 - Loss
[Lady Orla Farvous adresses the disprited Incandian tribes known as the kerindara]
Orla glanced at Jem’s despair-wracked face. Her insides knotted at the injustice of the comment.
“Save your breath, Master Ten,” she said, striding forward. “These Incandians can not call themselves warriors.”
A clamour of anger erupted from the cavern. It thundered off the dark walls. Orla clambered onto the raised area that the five leaders sat upon. Several warriors moved to restrain her, but Myrek waved them back.
“This is not a slur on your good names,” Orla said. Her voice sliced through the ruckus like a sword. “Who am I to come to your ancestral home and cast aspersions on your valour? A foreign knight, from a far off land, that up until this day had not a jot of interest in the workings of your world.
“Yet I stand before you today willing to lay down my life and the lives of my friends for your cause. I look at the power that you face, the insurmountable walls that you crash against like the distant sea, the evil that lies within the dark rock—and I understand your reticence. I understand, with my head, why this day you would choose to lick your wounds, to regroup, to plan, to debate…”
The cavern was silent and Orla looked at Kolm as she said this.
“Yes, my head understands why this day you would not choose to be warriors. But my heart? My heart cannot.
“My heart cannot comprehend how you can skulk in the bowels of this rock like frightened children. My heart cannot appreciate how you can rest whilst your sisters, your brothers and your children chip away at the seams of iron in the catacombs of the mountain. My heart cannot fathom how you can tolerate this Fire Lord taking another unholy breath whilst your kin are in servitude. My heart cannot call you warriors.”
Myrssta raised her sword and cheered. The cavern burst into noise as a hundred Incandians drew their weapons and chanted a war cry.
Kolm leapt to her feet and moved to seize Orla in fury. Curnk stepped in her way and the two women faced each other off. Myrek and the other two leaders called for calm, but the battle cry persisted.
Orla drew her sword and shouted for silence. The cries ebbed as she addressed the crowds.
“Who am I to ask you to come with my friends and me? I am Lady Orla Farvous of the Knights of the Air. I shall ride across that plain though it may be as fierce as the Pale and I shall bring justice and freedom to the dark halls of the
. I would ask the Paswans to ride
with me—we have an opportunity now that may never be repeated. If I ride alone
then so be it—I will die for your sisters.” Mountain of Ash
Curnk shouldered past Kolm and stood by Orla.
“My tribe will ride at your rear and I at your side.”
Cheers rang out and Myrek came to Orla’s left. “And I at your other. The three other tribes must decide their own path. Warriors saddle the herdilla—we shall await the signal on the edge of the plain.”
“First I must take the brand,” Orla said.
“That is not necessary,” Myrek said.
“Not necessary, but nonetheless I shall be honoured to fight as an equal with ones so valiant.”
Myrek nodded and Myrssta seized the flaming brand, moving through the chanting masses towards Orla.
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