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Beyond Night Chapter XIII
CHAPTER XIIIPorcius stood not far from Quintus and the twins, still stunned from their entry into the underworld they currently inhabited. He remembered taking the point after Severus’ death, going down with Quintus at his back into the cavern. His mind reeled at seeing the two reptiles behind stone bars. He shivered at that memory. He’d seen crazy animals from the African continent, but those things they left behind on their way down were incomprehensible. Like the beastmen, those were something spewed from the doors of nightmares or the realms of real demons. He did note the five sided star on each set of bars, and recognized that symbol as one used by the tribes in Britannia. What perplexed him was the crooked cross over the pentagram, and what that power implied. Some symbols were older than man, or things dealt with ones not from here, be they gods, devils or men of a different epoch.But they’d had little time to ponder these things or sights, nor see farther into the inner ch
Beyond Night Chapter XIV
CHAPTER XIVPorcius shook his head and then glared at Drust. “Blood for life? You are a madman who needs to get out of the caves and trees more.”August looked at Porcius, bleary headed over the words spoken by the wizard, then back to the druid. “It is crazy talk, Drust.”Not looking at him, Drust said, “You think I created the idea of blood sacrifice and gifts from the gods because of it? You are not paying attention to many of your own religious ideals and teachings. It’s all about blood. I wonder why it appeases the gods. Aye?”Quintus held up his hand to August’s chest. “Wait, he says he needs so much blood, and that he didn’t disagree when you said his Pict folks could overrun us. But needs these monsters for . . . what? More bloodshed? On his own folks? But what for?”Porcius looked at the lounging beastmen and their King, practically a kitten in the hands of Drust. “Your magick keeps them at bay.”Durst turned, eyebrow raised and eyed Porcius. “Brilliant, Spartan. If I ha
Beyond Night Chapter XV
CHAPTER XVTaloric beat his chest with his fist and then extended both arms over his head, continuing the loud yell he’d authored long before. After a half minute, though, he dropped his arms pulled his sword from the ground where he’d shoved it to rest before. He yelled the shout not at the Romans but at the rest of his tribe, asking them if they were ready. They all answered in the affirmative, punctuated by rowdy sounds from deep in their guts. His eyes, untamed and wide, turned to Weaver. His words were near to buried in the frenzy of the Pict multitudes, all shouting.“We shall take it to them!”Weaver’s eyes remained steadily on the Roman divisions as they slowly advanced out into the grassy valley. Her arms, down in front of her by the remains of the white horse, stayed steady, not quivering as those of her apprentice did as Ragala tried to hold them still at her sides. Weaver gave Ragala a slow glance, then returned her gaze up to the Roman lines, all starting to move like a
Beyond Night Chapter XVI
CHAPTER XVIRufus looked deep into the globe between his knees and breathed on the clear surface. A slight mist of flame bubbled on the interior at his breath. He drummed both sets of his fingers on the sphere. The fire within the globe snapped out, touching to his fingertips, like it wanted to kiss his flesh. He took his hands back, wary of Drust’s warnings to be careful and not stare into the globe too deeply and for very long. His mind swirled at the implications of the orbs, that they were from a fabled tree that held dragon-fire somewhere on the Isles . . . a tree he’d really seen below the ground. Somehow, this flame came culled from an actual dragon thousands of years before. His mouth dry, he thought on other childhood fables and that they also may just be reality. One like Drust, the eternal wise man of the oaks, who was immortal. Rufus shook his head fast as if to let the reality of those fables slide from his exhausted mind.He didn’t watch any of the war, nor could he hea
Beyond Night Epilogue
EPILOGUE“There’s one alive over here,” came the words into the ears of the prone Roman soldier, his body in the mud and brush at the edge of the forest.Hoof beats rang out loud in his ears. The horses and men speaking were very close. The soldier heard a voice command with force. “Turn him over for me and tell them to stop trying to put out the fires of Eboracum. May as well let it all burn down.”“Yes, sir.”“Bloody Picts, they ravaged and burnt it beyond our ability to recover.”Hands flipped the horizontal soldier over. “Yes, he’s breathing, sir. First one we’ve found in the territory.”The hoof beats stopped nearby, but the eyes of the soldier didn’t open. “By the gods, look at him, covered in blood and filth, his shield broken and no sword.”Many hands shook him. “Come on, soldier.”A voice commanded, “State your name and rank, soldier.”Eyes blinked, and the parched mouth opened, but gave no sound.The officer on horseback ordered, “Give him wine. Loosen that tongue u
Beyond Night Coda
CODA“Thereupon, having reformed the army of the Rhine in regal manner, he set out for Britain where he put many things straight and was the first to build a wall, eighty miles in length, by which Romans and barbarians should be divided.”In the year 122 A.D. emperor Hadrian visited the Isle of Britannia and ordered the building of a wall eighty miles long. The stated reason given in Scriptores Historiae Augustae was to separate the Roman empire from the barbarians of the north. That was it. Unlike most frontiers, this wall, with its many forts along it, would tend the border and allow access to only ones they wanted to the empire. While that came as an official reason, defense was the clearer one put to the senate. However, as many observed firsthand, the wall sat in rather strange locations for a good defense, and cavalry units serving in forts there would have no real point, save for patrols.Men of the II Augustus, VI Victrix and XX Valeria Victrix Legions, built the wall over t
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“In their castle beyond nightGather the Gods in Darkness,With darkness to pattern man’s fate.The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue-For the blackness of Evil knows various shades,Full many as Evil has names.”Karl Edward Wagner
Beyond Night Preface
PREFACEBlood across the stone slab, blood flying in the air, August saw nothing righteous in this place of worship.Dismemberment didn’t evoke nightmares in August Arminius, Decurion of the Ninth Roman Legion. As a youth, he’d seen tribal leaders in his Germanic homeland chopped to pieces, either in clan warfare or by the encroaching Roman forces from afar. Once, in Iberia, he witnessed an attempt to pull a man apart using four horses, but that operation came off hitched when one animal failed to run at an equal speed to his kindred. Never, though, had August watched an arm being ripped loose from a living man. Sliced off with a sword at the mid-bicep or chopped crudely free with an axe, yes. The sight of one of his auxiliaries shoved against a standing slab in the stone circle, pinned at the waist by the huge foot of a monstrous shape and then having his sword arm torn out of the socket would stick in August’s mind for all time.August found that he couldn’t blink, couldn’t move,
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