Drenai Series 05 - Waylander II: In the Realm of the Wolf by David Gemmell Read Free Book Online Page B

had ten times that amount hidden away with merchants in Mashrapur and Ventria. What mattered was the hunt and the kill - to be the man who slew a legend. 
    He felt the sharp rise of anticipated pleasure, as he considered all he might do to fill Waylander's last hours with exquisite pain. There was the girl, of course. He could rape and kill her before Waylander's eyes. Or torture her. Or give her to the men, to use and abuse. Be calm, he told himself. Let the anticipation build. First you have to find him. 
    Swinging his leaf-green cloak about his shoulders he walked off in pursuit of Belash. The Nadir had made camp in a sheltered hollow and was kneeling upon his blanket, hands clasped in prayer, several old fingerbones, yellowed and porous, lying before him. Morak sat down on the other side of the fire. What a disgusting practice, he thought, carrying the bones of your father in a bag. Barbarians! Who would ever understand them? Belash finished his prayer and returned the bones to the pouch at his side. 
    'Your father have anything interesting to tell you?' asked Morak, his green eyes alight with amusement. 
    Belash shook his head. 'I do not speak with my father,' he said. 'He is gone. I speak to the Mountains of the Moon.' 
    'Ah yes, the mountains. Do they know where Waylander dwells?' 
    'They know only where each Nadir warrior rests.' 
    'Lucky them,' observed Morak. 
    'There are some matters you should not mock,' warned Belash. 'The mountains house the souls of all Nadir, past and future. And through them, if I am valiant, I will find the home of the man who killed my father. I shall bury my father's bones in that man's grave, resting on his chest. And he will serve my father for all time.' 
    'Interesting thought,' said Morak, keeping his voice neutral. 
    'You kol-isha think you know everything. You think the world was created for your pleasure, but you do not understand the land. You, you sit there and you breathe air and feel the cold earth beneath you, and you notice nothing. And why? Because you live your lives in cities of stone, building walls to keep at bay the spirit of the land. You see nothing. You hear nothing. You feel nothing.' 
    I can see the boil starting on your neck, you ignorant savage, thought Morak. And I can smell the stench from your armpits. Aloud he said: 'And what is the spirit of this land?' 
    'It is female,' answered Belash. 'Like a mother. She nourishes those who respond to her, giving them strength and pride. Like the old man you killed.' 
    'And she talks to you?' 
    'No, for I am the enemy of this land. But she lets me know she is there and watching me. And she does not hate me. But she hates you.' 
    'Why would that be true?' asked Morak, suddenly uncomfortable. 
    'Women have always liked me.' 
    'She reads your soul, Morak. And she knows it is full of dark light.' 
    'Superstition!' snapped Morak. 'There is no woman. There is no force in the world save that which is held in ten thousand sharp swords. Look at Karnak. He ordered the assassination of the great hero Egel, and now he rules in his place, revered, even loved. He is the force in the Drenai world. Does the lady love him?' 
    Belash shrugged. 'Karnak is a great man - for all his faults - and he fights for the land, so maybe she does. And no man truly knows whether Karnak ordered Egel's killing.' 
    I know, thought Morak, remembering the moment when he stood over the great man's bed and plunged the dagger into his right eye. 
    Oh yes, I know. 
*
    It was close to midnight when Waylander returned. Angel was sitting beside the fire, Miriel was asleep in the back room. Waylander lifted the lock-bar into place on the iron brackets of the door then undipped the quiver from his belt, laying it on the table beside his ebony crossbow. Angel glanced up. The only light in the room came from the flickering fire, and in its glow Waylander seemed an eldritch figure surrounded by dancing demon