He rose to his feet, and sneered at the GateKeeper. "Foolish dupe!"

"A dupe?" the GateKeeper said. "Then why twist away so frantically, Demon Mot?"

She received no answer save a vicious snarl, and then Mot vanished to reappear on the other side of the waterway with Barzula and Katie.

The girl was twisting futilely in the Demon's hard hands, whimpering and staring round-eyed at Azhure.

Azhure turned back to the GateKeeper.

"Do something!" she said. "Save her, please!"

The GateKeeper looked at Azhure, then looked back to Katie.

"No," she said.

"Save her!" Azhure screamed, one hand clutching at her bloody and useless left leg.

"No."

"Save —"

The GateKeeper looked very calmly back at Azhure. "Her time is nigh," she said. "I will do nothing for her."

At that, both Mot and Barzula broke into disdainful laughter. They would have said something, save just at that moment there sounded the close roar of an icebear.

Mot looked at Barzula, and the Demon's hand tightened about Katie.

"She'll make a tasty morsel for Qeteb," Mot said, and then they were gone, Katie with them.

"Katie!" Azhure whispered. "Oh gods, Faraday, what have I done?"

"Your best," the GateKeeper said, and then suddenly she was in the punt with Azhure and SpikeFeather. She lifted the birdman's limp head, and grunted.

"Unconscious, but not cruelly hurt," she pronounced, and then looked up as the two icebears appeared on the side of the waterway.

Both were growling and swinging their heads back and forth in frustration and fury.

The GateKeeper laughed, but not unkindly. "Your mother will not be pleased with you," she said, and then sobered as she looked at Azhure, blood still pumping out of her leg.

"We must see to that," she said. "And to this bump on the birdman's head."

"Can you take us to Axis?" Azhure said.

The GateKeeper shook her head. "There is turmoil in the air. And death. You will be safer with me for the moment."

And she laughed again, harsh and yet beautiful. "Who knows what reacquaintances you will make at my Gate!"

Azhure stared at the GateKeeper, then bent her head into her hand in unconscious imitation of the stone statues on either side of the waterway, and wept.

"Oh, Faraday! I am so sorry!"

Chapter 63

Hunting Through the Landscape

From Fernbrake, Axis swung east, driving his war band, the trees and the column of Tencendor's survivors as fast as he could.

Every day he rose from his bedroll before sunrise — easily, as he rarely slept more than an hour or two at a time — and badgered his war band into action. Grabbing what food they could, they were mounted and riding into the corrupted landscape as the sun topped the desolate ridges of the Rhaetian Hills and the Minaret Peaks. Both lines of ridges were now well behind them.

Fanning out from the war band were some thirty thousand trees. The column was relatively safe from both rear and flanks now, and Axis could afford to send the majority of trees out hunting through the landscape for every piece of breathing corruption they could find. Although Axis and the war band tended to stay in one group, searching out herds of demented livestock, the trees ranged far and wide, sometimes in groups of half a dozen, occasionally in groups of about fifty, but mostly individually, each intent on assuaging her need for revenge against the Demonic hordes creeping across, or under, what was left of Tencendor.

While Axis and his war band attacked the herds, the trees attacked and destroyed the individual creatures, or those who wandered in twos and threes.

Their branches waved impossible heights into the sky, and snatched anything from gnats to birds. On one occasion, Zared swore he had seen one disembodied branch literally detach itself from its tree, lunge into the sky, grab a screeching raven, then drop down to reattach itself to the trunk of the tree.

Twisting, seeking branches had other uses as well. Many was the time Axis and his companions saw a tree stop, study what appeared to be a bare patch of ground, then burrow its branches deep into the earth, hauling wailing weasels, foxes, rabbits and whatever other prey sought to hide itself within the soil.

Everything the trees found, they killed. Quickly, mercilessly and completely. Bodies were torn apart so that nothing was left to reconstitute itself under whatever demonic power inhabited it. Flesh was trodden into the earth, blood was cast into the wind.

The wasteland was splattered with the remains of the possessed.

Each day they moved east, sliding faster and faster as Axis urged Pretty Brown Sal forward, sliding closer and closer to the Maze.

Leagh travelled comfortably in a well-rugged and cushioned cart in the convoy, Gwendylyr by her side.

She nursed her Child, marvelling at the Girl's beauty and, even at this extremely young age, Her extraordinary self-possession and awareness. The Girl suckled at Leagh's breast, regarding Her mother with deep blue eyes that Leagh swore reflected stars deep within their depths.

And flowers. Sometimes when her Child breathed softly in sleep, Leagh could smell the scent of lilies on Her breath.

Her Child was extraordinary, beautiful, gracious, loving beyond compare ... and vulnerable.

Ur and Urbeth spent a great deal of the time with Leagh as well. Ur clucked and chuckled in her old-womanish way over the Child, but when the babe slept, Ur's face creased with worry and the cares of every nursery-keeper, and she would look at Leagh and say:

"Keep Her safe. She is still so vulnerable. If Faraday ... if Faraday falls then the Girl will fall also."

Whenever Ur said this, Leagh came close to panic. "Why? Why is Her fate so tied to Faraday?

What is it about Faraday? What can we do to help? What —"

And then either Ur, or Urbeth, or both, would lay a soft hand against Leagh's cheek and stop her flow of words.

"We can do nothing, sweet mother," one of the ancient women would say. "Nothing. We have now done our task, both of us, as you have. Faraday holds the key, and we must wait to see which way she wields it."

And thus Leagh was left with her worry, and her love, and nothing to do but nurture the infant she had birthed, and marvel at Her wonder and power, and let the dark wing of her hair fall against her cheek as she leaned down and whispered words of comfort and love to the Child.

It took them only a few days to draw close to the Maze, and when Axis rode within sight of it, he had to halt Sal and stare wordlessly, horrified at the abomination that had claimed the Grail Lake and Carlon.

A great, black heart beat in the wasteland. It was Maze and flesh both, its corridors and passages twisting and winding about its own core, the Dark Tower. Within its veins pulsed billions of malformed and psychotic creatures, humanoid, animal, and half-bred horrors that had sprung from the bodies of both: man-bulls, child-foxes, woman-cows.