
Ian Irvine
Alchymist
Part One: Phynadr
One
The mud was made from earth and blood, organs and entrails, for the battle had raged back and forth until the dead carpeted the ground. It was the most ghastly sight Irisis Stirm had ever seen, and after a day and a night she was still stuck in the middle of it. The flower of humanity's youth was being slaughtered outside the walls of Snizort, and there was nothing anyone could do.
Dropping her broken sword in the mire, Irisis took up a sound one. There were plenty to choose from. 'Scrutator,' she said as they climbed a little knoll, boots skidding in the wet. The rising sun picked out red eyes in their dirty faces. 'What are we going to do?'
'Die' Xervish Flydd grimaced. 'This marks the end of civilisation, of everything I've fought for all my life.'
'I won't give up, surr.'
'Very noble of you, Irisis.'
'There's got to be a way.'
'There isn't. There's too many of them and they're killing us twice as fast as we're killing them.'
Irisis looked around. 'Let's try and get to the command post. It's not far now.' It stood on a flat-topped hill away to their right, and the Council flag still fluttered there. 'At least we'll be able to see what's going on.'
'Where's Ullii?' said Flydd, very belatedly.
'Hiding, I expect.'
'Then she's got more sense than the rest of us. What about Pilot Hila?'
'She was killed in the first attack yesterday morning, not long after the air-floater crashed. You stood over her, holding the enemy off, until she died.'
Flydd shook his grizzled head. 'I don't remember. I can hardly remember anything about the past day.'
'I remember every minute,' said Irisis, 'and I wish I didn't. Come on.'
A lyrinx staggered out of the wallow to their left. The creature stood head and shoulders over Irisis, who was a tall woman, and its great mouth could have bitten her leg off. One leathery wing dragged in the bloody muck; a mighty arm had been severed at the elbow. It slashed feebly at the scrutator, who swayed backwards then lunged, plunging his sword between the armoured skin plates and into its heart.
