Dust of Dreams

remained was spilling its guts, everything burning as the wreckage plunged earthward. The impact was driving the keep on to its side—or back—exposing the destroyed maw of its base.
    He swore as Ampelas Rooted somehow managed to return fire, two serpents of lightning writhing out behind it.
    They must have struck, though he could not see past the Che’Malle keep, but the thunder of impacts trembled the earth—and then he saw one of the Nah’ruk keeps rising behind Ampelas Rooted, climbing on streamers of smoke.
    His eyes widened to see the huge thing gaining speed as it shot still higher. With smoke swarming down its flanks, damaged beyond hope of control, the keep seemed to lunge as it shot into the sky—and kept going.
    The remaining two ignited in another sorcerous strike.
    Light engulfed Ampelas Uprooted—
     
    The K’ell Hunters plunged into the buckling flanks of the Nah’ruk Furies that were locked jaw to jaw with the Ve’Gath. Their massive blades hacked bloody paths into the press. The Nah’ruk could not match their speed, their reach, and they seemed to melt before the attack.
    In his mind, Gesler was shouting the same words over and over, a mantra of desperation.
Close close close in—close—they won’t fire if—
    Two sky keeps, hovering directly above the battle, sent down writhing spears. Nah’ruk, Ve’Gath and K’ell bodies lifted into the air, blackened, iron shattering.
    You pieces of shit!
    It was lost. All of it. He realized that in this instant.
    The keeps would sterilize the plain below them, if that was what it took—
    Off to the west, two more sky keeps were swinging round to approach the battle.
    Gesler glared at them.
    And then both exploded.
     
    My flesh is stone. My blood rages hot as molten iron. I have a thousand eyes. A thousand swords. And one mind.
    I have heard the death-cry. Was she kin? She said as much, when first she touched me. We were upon the ground. Far from each other, and yet of a kind.
    I heard her die.
    And so I came to mourn her, I came to find her body, her silent tomb.
    But she dies still. I do not understand. She dies still—and there are strangers. Cruel strangers. I knew them once. I know them now. I know, too, that they will not yield.
    Who am I?
    What am I?
    But I know the answers to these questions. I believe, at last, that I do.
    Strangers, you bring pain. You bring suffering. You bring to so many dreams the dust of death.
    But, strangers, I am Icarium.
    And I bring far worse.
     
    Kalyth’s eyes flickered open, on a scene jostled and chaotic with smoke. She was in Gunth Mach’s clutches, gripped as would be a child. The One Daughter was flanked on the right by Sag’Churok and by Bre’nigan on the left, the three of them running at a steady trot across the valley floor.
    The battle raged just beyond the J’an Sentinel. The K’ell Hunters had cut through to the foremost ranks of the Ve’Gath, but now the enemy had begun an encirclement.
    Lightning lashed down from the keeps directly above the field, tearing ragged paths of destruction through the press.
    Huge drums were pounding the air to her right and she twisted round to look in that direction. Two Nah’ruk keeps were breaking apart, the fires in their cores burning so hot she saw stone melting like wax, falling away from iron bones. The one to the north was descending earthward as if sinking through water. Multiple explosions racked them both.
    Rising from behind them, shouldering through thick pillars of black smoke, another Uprooted.
    What? Who? Sag’Churok—
    ‘Kalse Uprooted, Destriant. But there is no Matron within it. The one who commands . . . it has been a long time since he last walked among the K’Chain Che’Malle and Nah’ruk.’
    Sorcery swarmed round Kalse, green, blue and white—a kind she had never before seen—and then suddenly pulsed out in a seething wave. The magic cut through the two dying keeps and Kalyth gasped to see ice explode out from fissures in the ravaged black stone. As the wave burst through the struck keeps, the one to the south simply split in half, the lower section dropping like a mountain, the upper end lifting and spinning inside swirling streams of smoke, rubble and shards of ice. The other one’s upper third disintegrated in a white cloud moments before it struck the ground.
    The concussions of the two impacts shook the earth. The hills to the west were crushed flat. The remnants of the keeps blew apart in vast clouds of dust and