Still Morghael chanted and his words seemed to echo from a great distance out of a cold void. There was a sense of power being gathered and ancient things returning that should not be. Kormak tried to fight his way towards the necromancer but then Morghael moved towards the chambers exit and the Defiler interposed himself between them.
A ball of pale fur flew past going for Morghael. The Defiler reached out and grabbed the wolf. It snapped at his hand, foam spraying from its mouth. Torghul threw the wolf one-handed and it smashed against the wall. Shae lay there, whimpering. He heard shouts from behind him that could only have come from his companions. The undead fought in eerie silence.
Looking round he saw Lucas wrestling with a black-robed acolyte. It seemed that there must have been more of them, that they had missed on the way in, who had run to save their master. Then Kormak noticed the ropes of gut that were snaking out to entangle the hill-man and he realised that the acolyte too was one of the walking dead, raised by Morghael’s spell and the power of the Mask. It seemed like every corpse in the palace, in the city, perhaps all across the Barrow Hills was coming to life as the power of the Black Sun asserted itself.
With horror, he saw another corpse appear, the tall armoured form of Brandon, face pale, armour blood-streaked. He was standing beside Morghael, face blank, eyes empty.
A lantern flashed across the room and landed on one of the liche guards. Burning oil spread from it to join the stuff with which the monster had already been splashed. It caught light like a pile of twigs dried by summer heat. Ancient bone and desiccated skin blazed up and was consumed. The giant form reeled as it burned crashing into another, and spreading the blaze to its soaked form.
Kormak lashed out at the nearest, striking with berserk power, driving it back towards its burning brethren. This one was not soaked but it caught light anyway, and twisted, trying to escape the blaze. Kormak chopped it down with the dwarf-forged blade and it fell, skin seared through by the power of the swords runes, body joining the pyre of bones made by its brethren.
A huge fist smashed into Kormak, knocking him to the ground. He looked up to see Torghul looming over him, blade held high, about to strike the blow that would have Kormak join him in death forever. Kormak desperately tried to bring his blade up to intercept the deathblow. He was too slow. He knew he was not going to make it.
A cloud of strange glittered dust enshrouded the liche. It opened its mouth as if it would roar but only a strange wheezing noise emerged from the broken bellows of its chest. Its burning eyes looked away from Kormak towards Aisha. Kormak followed its gaze. She spoke a word of power again. The liche let out another wheezing roar.
Whatever power was in that undead form was too strong to be overcome although she did seem to be causing it pain. The Defiler moved towards her, pushing against the magic of the cloud as if it was as much effort as moving upstream against the current of a great river. Kormak clambered to his feet and dove forward, driving his blade into the Defiler’s back, cleaving through long dead flesh, splitting it in twain. He twisted his blade, and the liche fell, all the evil magic in him pouring out in a great dark cloud. Kormak swept his blade through that, dispersing it.
His attention was drawn to the necromancer still casting his great spell. Brandon moved forward, swinging his sword through a massive arc. At first Kormak thought it was aimed at him but Brandon twisted, bringing his blade round in a mighty arc.
“That’s for little Olaf,” he shouted. Morghael raised his arm as if to ward off the blow. The steel cut through flesh and bone and buried itself in his head, cleaving the mask almost in twain. Tiny flickers of green lightning danced over its surface and then went out. The burning liches began to caper out of control. It took Kormak no more than a few heartbeats to finish the burning monsters.
Brandon looked over at Kormak and smiled a sickly smile. “I told you I wasn’t afraid. And I’m not bloody dead either. Not yet anyway.”
He kept himself unsteadily upright. “Just needed a little time to catch my breath.”
Kormak strode over to where Lucas lay on the ground. Ropes of gut were wrapped round him and he was struggling to be free. Kormak cut him free. Aisha looked sadly in the direction of Shae. The great wolf’s broken body lay against the wall. She looked ill and he understood why. The strain of working magic and the breaking of her bond with the wolf must be enormous.
The greenish disk overhead glowed ever brighter. The sense of power in it intensified. Overhead the Black Sun continued to burn, becoming darker than night, blacker than black, like a hole in the surface of reality looking into an alien realm of evil power.
“It’s running out of control,” Aisha shouted. Kormak offered up a prayer to the Holy Sun and threw his blade into the centre of the disk. It buried itself in the glowing magical circle as if the disk were solid. The runes along its blade glowed bright as the fires of hell. The blade itself shimmered as if white hot and for a moment Kormak feared that the metal would run and melt. The skull face seemed to widen as splitting into a grin and then it came apart in a cloud of flickering sparks. The sword dropped to the stone floor.
Fountains of greenishly glowing flame rose from the floor, and surged up the shaft until the hit the Black Sun. It exploded in a nova of shadow. The whole ziggurat shook as if in the grip of an earthquake. Large bits of broken masonry began to drop down the shaft. Kormak leapt forward, through the rain of rubble and grabbed his blade before it could be buried forever.
“What the hell have you done, Kormak?” Brandon shouted.
“He’s disrupted the master binding spell,” Aisha said. “There’s nothing left to focus the flow of energies throughout the pyramid.”
“What will happen?”
“This structure is bound by magic. I think we’d better get out of here before it collapses on us.”
The pyramid shook like a frightened beast. “She’s right. Pick yourselves up and get out of here now,” Kormak said. He helped support the big man and began to run back the way they came. Lucas took the other side. Aisha stayed with them.
Behind him he could hear the sound of stones falling. He prayed that the building would remain standing long enough for them to get out.
“Leave me,” said Brandon. “No sense in all of us being buried here.”
“I’m not going to explain to Gena how I left you here,” said Kormak.
“Fair enough,” said Brandon. “I could see how you would prefer being buried alive to that.”
The big man was heavy in his armour, and Kormak felt drained from the fighting but he kept reeling forward and Brandon kept moving his legs. They lurched up the long corridor and back into the chamber where they had left their horses. Below them, the city was still a riot of uncontrolled, animated dead.
The glow vanished, the sense of gathering power abated, the animated corpses started to slump.
“Our Lady be praised,” Aisha said. “The Black Sun did not shine long enough for them to absorb enough of its energies to become self-sustaining. They are losing animation.”
“Then it’s done,” Lucas said. “We’ve stopped it and we’re still alive.”
Kormak nodded. The Mask of the Necromancer was broken. The opener of tombs was dead. It was over.
“I am going home,” said Brandon. “I am going to give these wounds time to heal and if I ever get the fool notion of seeking adventure again I am going to give my wife instructions to brain me with a frying pan and keep me tied up until the madness passes.”
“That sounds sensible,” Kormak said, “except for the bit with the frying pan.”
“What about you?” Brandon asked.
“It’s back to Hungerdale for me,” said Lucas. “With a short stop off to see the girls in Elderdale along the way.”
“You did not take anything from the Tomb,” Kormak said. “There was gold and silver down there.”
Lucas spat on the ground. “Stupid as it sounds, I don’t want anything that has lain under the ground here for so long
. I don’t see as any good can come of it.”
“Others might not feel that way,” said Kormak. “Soon word will spread that the vault is open and the city is clear.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” said Lucas. “That way I can always come back if I change my mind. What about you, Mistress Aisha? What will you do now?”
“I will return home,” she said, “and I don’t think I will go travelling for a while.”
Kormak looked at them all. They were waiting for him to say something. “I must return south, myself, I have an oath to keep. I would be happy if we could ride together for a way until our paths part.”
They nodded and sat themselves down on the ziggurat’s cold stone side and waited for the dawn. Beneath them, the walking dead slowly sank into their long cold slumber once more.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
WILLIAM KING LIVES in Prague, Czech Republic with his lovely wife Radka and his sons Dan and William Karel. He has been a professional author and games developer for almost a quarter of a century. He is the creator of the bestselling Gotrek and Felix series for Black Library and the author of the bestselling Space Wolf books which between them have sold over three quarters of a million copies in English and been translated into 8 languages.
He has been short-listed for the David Gemmell Legend Award. His short fiction has appeared in Year’s Best SF and Best of Interzone. He has twice won the Origins Awards For Game Design. His hobbies include role-playing games and MMOs as well as travel.
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