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 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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