The Bonehunters
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'I cannot say the same of you, Cotillion. I walk-'
'Yes, I know,' Cotillion cut in, 'you walk paths unseen.'
'By you. The Hounds do not share your failing.'
Cotillion frowned at the creature, then glanced back, to see Baran thirty paces back, keeping its distance. Massive head low to the ground, eyes glowing bruised crimson. 'You are being stalked.'
'It amuses them, I imagine,' Edgewalker said.
They continued on for a time, then Cotillion sighed. 'You have sought me out?' he asked. 'What do you want?'
'From you? Nothing. But I see your destination, and so would witness.'
'Witness what?'
'Your impending conversation.'
Cotillion scowled. 'And if I'd rather you did not witness?'
The skeletal face held a permanent grin, but in some way it seemed to broaden slightly. 'There is no privacy in Shadow, Usurper.'
Usurper. I'd have long since killed this bastard if he wasn't already dead. Long since.
'I am not your enemy,' Edgewalker said, as if guessing Cotillion's thoughts. 'Not yet.'
'We have more than enough enemies as it is. Accordingly,' Cotillion continued, 'we have no wish for more. Unfortunately, since we have no knowledge as to your purpose, or your motivations, we cannot predict what might offend you. So, in the interests of peace between us, enlighten me.'
'That I cannot do.'
'Cannot, or will not?'
'The failing is yours, Cotillion, not mine. Yours, and Shadowthrone' s.'
'Well, that is convenient.'
Edgewalker seemed to consider Cotillion's sardonic observation for a moment, then he nodded. 'Yes, it is.'
Long since…
They approached the standing stones. Not a single lintel left to bridge the ring, just rubble scattered about down the slopes, as if some ancient detonation at the heart of the circle had blasted the massive structure – even the upright stones were all tilted outward, like the petals of a flower.
'This is an unpleasant place,' Edgewalker said as they swung right to take the formal approach, an avenue lined with low, rotted trees, each standing upended with the remnant roots clutching the air.
Cotillion shrugged. 'About as unpleasant as virtually anywhere else in this realm.'
'You might believe that, given you have none of the memories I possess. Terrible events, long, long ago, yet the echoes remain.'
'There is little residual power left here,' Cotillion said as they neared the two largest stones, and walked between them.
'That is true. Of course, that is not the case on the surface.'
'The surface? What do you mean?'
'Standing stones are always half-buried, Cotillion. And the makers were rarely ignorant of the significance of that. Overworld and underworld.'
Cotillion halted and glanced back, studying the upended trees lining the avenue. 'And this manifestation we see here is given to the underworld?'
'In a manner of speaking.'
'Is the overworld manifestation to be found in some other realm? Where one might see an inward-tilting ring of stones, and right-side-up trees?'
'Assuming they are not entirely buried or eroded to nothing by now.
This circle is very old.'
Cotillion swung round again and observed the three dragons opposite them, each at the base of a standing stone, although their massive chains reached down into the rough soil, rather than into the weathered rock. Shackled at the neck and at the four limbs, with another chain wrapped taut behind the shoulders and wings of each dragon. Every chain drawn so tight as to prevent any movement, not even a lifting of the head. 'This,' Cotillion said in a murmur, 'is as you said, Edgewalker. An unpleasant place. I'd forgotten.'
'You forget every time,' Edgewalker said. 'Overcome by your fascination. Such is the residual power in this circle.'
Cotillion shot him a quick look. 'I am ensorcelled?'
The gaunt creature shrugged in a faint clatter of bones. 'It is a magic without purpose beyond what it achieves. Fascination… and forgetfulness.'
'I have trouble accepting that. All sorcery has a desired goal.'
Another shrug. 'They are hungry, yet unable to feed.'
After a moment, Cotillion nodded. 'The sorcery belongs to the dragons, then. Well, I can accept that. Yet, what of the circle itself? Has its power died? If so, why are these dragons still bound?'
'Not dead, simply not acting in any manner upon you, Cotillion. You are not its intent.'