"And the rest?" Beranabus asks as I reel from the news of another friend's almost certain death. "What did you do once you'd sized up the situation?"
"Not much more than Meera," Sharmila says miserably. "We pinpointed the opening to the cave, and that was where we struck, but the demons had it guarded. Eight of our best went in, led by Shark, in the light of midday, hoping to take them by surprise. But they were ready and waiting. Two got out alive-Shark was one of them. The others..."
"That's bad," Beranabus grunts. "It would have been better if you'd waited for me. I know you couldn't," he says quickly as Sharmila starts to protest. "You did what would normally be the right thing. It's usually best to strike early. But as you've observed, this is a most unique attack. The demons have been marshalled by a leader who understands the ways of human warfare. Such a leader wouldn't make the mistake of leaving the cave unguarded. In this case..." He stops short of openly criticising Sharmila and the other Disciples.
"It has been damage limitation since then," Sharmila says coldly, concluding her report. "We have done what we can to contain them. Ordered the grounding of all aircraft, the pulling out or destruction of boats. Established a watch to stop the demons spreading any further. But we are fighting a losing battle. Within a couple of weeks-if it has not already happened-the exodus will begin. Once they have complete control of the country, they will move on to the next. And the next. We will defy them. Shoot down the planes and boats they commandeer, as well as those demons capable of flight. Send soldiers to stall them so we are not rushing around madly all the time. But there are already far too many for us to deal with, and more crossing every day. Unless we can stop them at the source..."
Sharmila falls silent. Beranabus is chewing his right thumbnail, frowning.
"We could attack from their side," Kernel suggests. "Cross universes, find the other end of the tunnel, hit them there."
"They'll be expecting that," Beranabus mumbles. "They'll have left a guard. Also, every demon within a million-world radius will be rushing to the tunnel, eager to squeeze through and get their claws on some humans before they're all gone. We wouldn't have a hope. We're too late to do anything from that side. We stop them at Carcery Vale or nowhere."
"Then Carcery Vale it is," Kernel says and stands. "When do we go?"
"Yes," I say, taking my place beside Kernel. "When?" I expect him to say something cutting, but he only looks at me calmly, then nods approvingly.
"Soon," Beranabus mutters. "We'll catch some sleep first, then-"
"Sleep?" I explode. "We can't waste time-"
"Let me make this as clear as I can," Beranabus cuts in. "Mankind is in its death throes. The war has come and gone-we lost. We're going to give it one last try, hit Carcery Vale with all we have, go down fighting. But go down we certainly will, bar a miracle. And while I believe in miracles, I don't think we're going to experience one this time. When we go to the Vale, we go to die. And once we're dead, the rest of humanity will soon follow.
"But we have to pretend that we do stand a chance. For the sake of our sanity, we must act like we believe we can pull this off. That means going in fresh and feisty, at our physical and mental best. So I'm going to sleep, fully aware that it will probably be my last ever snooze-bar the never-ending slumber-but desperately hoping it will make the blindest bit of difference. I highly recommend that the rest of you follow suit."
With that he stumbles to the rug which serves as his bed, lies down, closes his eyes, mutters a spell and falls asleep.
"He is right," Sharmila says softly. She looks at me and I see nothing except negativity in her eyes. "I hoped he would be able to offer hope, that he knew some secret way to stop this. But I could not believe it. We should sleep. Once we start, there might not be any later opportunities for rest."
"I'll find a blanket for you," Kernel says.
"My thanks."
While Kernel searches for a spare rug, Sharmila studies me. "What I said earlier about your uncle... I did not mean it. I just wanted someone to blame. I am sure it was not his fault. There are some things you cannot stop."
"No worries," I mutter, though part of me doesn't agree with her. Dervish had been hoodwinked by Juni. He was probably frantic with worry about me. His mind was elsewhere. He wouldn't have been focusing, doing his job. Maybe part of this is his fault-and mine-for not seeing through Juni Swan in the first place.
Kernel prepares a bed for Sharmila. She lies down as soon as it's ready and repeats Beranabus's sleeping spell.
Her face goes smooth and I can tell she's having pleasant dreams.
"How about you?" Kernel asks. "Want me to teach you the spell?"
"I don't think so. It doesn't feel right, sleeping at a time like this."
Kernel shrugs. "If you don't, you'll only brood about what's happened and what lies ahead."
I think about that, then sigh wearily. "OK. Tell me." Moments later magic sends me under and I tumble gratefully into the arms of a deliberately dreamless sleep.
Chapter 10 VALKYRIES
In Sharmila's personal jet, streaking through the skies. I'd think that was cool any other time, but I'm hard to impress right now. Versatile Sharmila is the pilot. There are six other seats. Beranabus has taken up the rear pair and is making a series of phone calls-we could have used a window to get to Carcery Vale and saved some time, but he wanted to talk with the Disciples first and manoeuvre them into position. Kernel is on the middle left, staring down at the clouds. I'm on the front right, flicking through newspapers.
Tales of mayhem and terror. Splash photos of demons and their victims. An array of monsters never dreamt of by most people until now. Long, sprawling lists of victims. First-hand accounts from survivors. Speculation and theories-where are the Demonata from? What are their motives? How can we kill them?
That's the most burning question-how to destroy the invaders. Mankind's never had to face an unstoppable enemy before. There have been countless movies and books about such encounters, and the aliens or monsters have always had a weak spot, an Achilles' heel which some clean-cut champion has discovered and exploited in the nick of time. But that's not the case here. The reports are from the early days of the invasion and there's a hint of optimism in them. But even in these columns I can sense desperation as the realisation seeps in-we can't kill them!