CHAPTER 44
While Nathan assessed Cliffwall’s countless volumes of preserved magical lore, Nicci decided she needed firsthand knowledge about the Lifedrinker. While she was an accomplished scholar in her own right, she wanted to investigate the Scar with her own eyes.
Bannon was also restless, wandering the silent halls of the giant archive. He practiced with his sword, prancing about in the open halls, because his mentor was too preoccupied in the library. He would dance, slash, and twirl down the corridors, frightening a few distractible scholars as he fought his own shadow, and usually defeated it.
When Nicci proposed a cautious reconnoitering of the Scar to learn about the Lifedrinker, Bannon jumped at the chance. He raised his sword. “I’ll go along, Sorceress. Sturdy and I will be your protectors.”
Thistle was always at her side, and she sniffed at the young man’s eager bravado. “I am Nicci’s protector.”
“I need no protector, but you are welcome to come along, Bannon Farmer. There may be more dust people to fight.” She turned to the orphan girl. “But you will stay here, where it is safe.”
“I don’t want to be safe. I am safest when I’m with you.”
Nicci shook her head. “Bannon and I will go scout, and we’ll be back in a day or two. You stay here.” Disappointment flashed in the girl’s eyes, but she didn’t argue further. She darted off to find Nathan and see if he needed her help.
Nicci once again wore her black travel dress, which had been cleaned and mended. The people of Cliffwall provided packs, water, and food for their scouting expedition.
Before she and Bannon set off into the broad desolation, Simon joined them at the outer wall of the plateau, from which they would climb down into the foothills. “Most of those who go to seek the Lifedrinker never come back,” he said.
“We don’t intend to fight him now,” Nicci said. “We are just investigating, checking to see his defenses. And when I return, armed with the intelligence we’ve gathered, I can help Nathan look for what we need among all those volumes.”
She and Bannon left Cliffwall in the early morning, emerging from the opposite side of the plateau onto a steep, winding path. They picked their way down the sheer slope to the foothills, where the vegetation had begun to wither as the Lifedrinker’s desolation expanded. The low mesquite trees and pi?on pines had bent over, as if in the agony of a long poisonous death. Thorny weeds tore at their clothes as they walked along, descending through the hills. Black beetles scuttled along the ground, while spiders hung forlorn in empty webs.
Much farther out into the valley, the terrain was cracked, lifeless desert. Nicci tried to imagine that broad expanse filled with croplands, thriving villages, and well-traveled roads, all of which had now been swallowed in the dust over the past twenty years. From the vantage of the foothills, the waves of oncoming desolation were as apparent as ripples in a pond.
She narrowed her eyes as she gazed toward the heart of the crater. “The Lifedrinker will be there. We’ll get as close as we can for now, gather information, but I will save the real fight for when I know how to kill him.”
Bannon squinted toward their destination, then gave a quick nod.
Before they left the last hills, Nicci heard a rustling of shrubs behind her, a loose stone kicked aside, the crack of a dry mesquite branch. Bannon spun, raising his sword, and Nicci prepared to fight.
When the dry boughs of a dead pi?on moved aside, Thistle pushed herself through, looking around. Spotting Nicci, the girl smiled. “I knew I would catch up with you sooner or later. I came to help.”
“I told you to stay behind,” Nicci said.
“Lots of people tell me things. I make up my own mind.”
Nicci placed her hands on her hips. “You should not be out here. Go back to Cliffwall.”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No, you are not.”
Thistle clearly wasn’t going to listen. “I know these lands. I’ve lived here all my life. I led you to Cliffwall, didn’t I? You would never have been able to find it without me. I can take care of myself—and I can take care of you.” She put her hands on her rag skirt, imitating Nicci’s stance. Her lips quirked in a defiant smile. “And if I wanted to keep following you, how would you stop me?”
Nicci gave a quick answer. “With sorcery.”
The girl huffed. “You would never use sorcery against me.”
Thistle’s bold confidence brought a wry smile to Nicci’s lips. “No, I probably wouldn’t. And I’m fully aware of how useful you can be out in the wild, perhaps even more so than Bannon.”
The young man flushed. “But I’ve proved my usefulness in battle. Think of how many dust people I killed back in Verdun Springs, and all the selka before that.”
“And you may need to fight and kill more enemies.” Nicci didn’t want to waste any more time. “Very well. We will go together, scout the Scar, and return quickly. But stay alert. We don’t know what other defenses the Lifedrinker might have.”
Descending from the last foothills, they headed along cracked canyons that led into the Scar. The breezes swept up white, salty dust from the dry ground, and Bannon coughed as he wiped bitter white powder from his face. Nicci’s eyes stung. Her black dress was also smeared with tan and white from all the blowing alkaline powder. She rationed her water, knowing they would find none in the desolation.
The ruined landscape seemed to grow angrier as they continued. The sun pounded down as they emerged from the widening washes of dry rivers that were now just barren, rocky beds. Salt-encrusted boulders protruded from the ground, and all that remained of round lakes were cracked mosaics of dry mud. Dust devils swirled ghostly curls of powder.
Weary in the oppressive environment, the three engaged in little conversation, and paused to rest infrequently. When they sipped a drink, their water tasted bad from the caustic dust on their lips.
Farther along, the cracks in the ground exhaled fumes where steam rose up from underground vents. Nicci smelled the burnt tang of brimstone. Bubbling mud pots looked like raw wounds; bursting and splattering, they emitted the foul stench of rotten eggs. Thistle sprang from rock to rock, picking out a safe path for them.
The stirred debris in the air made the sun appear swollen in the late afternoon, and Nicci felt uneasy about the prospect of camping in the Scar. “It’s been hours since we last saw even a dead tree,” Bannon said.
“We can find shelter in the rocks,” Nicci said. “Or maybe we should just walk through the night. I can make a hand light to guide us.”
The girl looked uneasy. “Dangerous things come out at night.”
Bannon looked around warily, but the sulfurous steam from fumaroles and bubbling mud pits made the air thick with haze. The sounds would have masked any stealthy movement.