Ashok and Skagi followed Cree back along the caravan line. It didn’t take them long to catch up to Ilvani and Mareyn.
The witch stood before a small pinewoods where the tree branches were heavy with snow. Mareyn stayed on her horse, but Ilvani walked among the trees, running her hands over the bare inner branches where there were fewer needles. As Ashok and the brothers looked on quietly, she climbed into the closest tree, using the low-hanging branches as ladder steps. She sat on a thick branch midway up the tree and shifted to face them. Her gaze was unfocused, but her hands moved over the tree branches as if she knew them intimately. She ran her fingers over the bark and down to touch her own leg.
“No blood,” she said, “but the rest is the same. The snow rabbit was here. She lived all of it.”
“What is she talking about?” Mareyn asked Ashok.
“Her dreams,” Ashok said. “She recognizes this place.”
“I can feel her everywhere,” the witch said. “She’s closer than she’s ever been.” Her breath came faster, and her eyes were wide and terrified. She gripped the branches to keep from falling out of the tree.
“We should make a guard around the wood,” Cree said to his brother. “You heard the Rashemi. We could be in for an attack we won’t see coming.”
“He’s right,” Ashok said, but his attention was still on Ilvani.
Skagi nodded, and the brothers split up to watch the fringes of the wood. Ashok dismounted, and Mareyn followed suit.
“You should get back to the caravan,” Ashok told her. “If they haven’t noticed our absence, they’ll already be moving out.”
“I’ll tell them to wait for you,” Mareyn said.
“No.” Ashok gripped her arm. “This is where we split up. If Ilvani has seen this place in her dreams, there’s a good chance we’ll find answers here about the maddened creatures.”
“It isn’t wise to stay here with only the four of you,” Mareyn said, “even with the nightmare standing guard.”
“This was always our mission,” Ashok told her. “It’s the only way Ilvani will find peace from her dreams. Will you tell Tatigan to look for us when the caravan passes back through this way?”
“I’ll tell him,” Mareyn said. She looked at him a moment, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. She stepped forward and clasped Ashok by the shoulders affectionately. “The Martucks have decided to stay in Thesk for the winter. Les needs time to heal, and he won’t find peace on the road. Beyond that, I don’t know where they’ll go, but it’s certain I won’t see you on the return trip.”
“I’m sorry for that-and for other things,” Ashok said. “What happened to the boy was-”
“Life,” Mareyn said, cutting him off. “We deal with the good luck we find and the bad that’s forced on us. Tymora reminds me of this daily. Les will learn to deal with his scars, just as you’ve done.”
Ashok nodded, but his gaze kept straying to Ilvani’s stricken face. He felt torn between the things he wanted to say to Mareyn-emotions he might not be able to sort out if he had days or months-and the urgency of Ilvani’s need.
Mareyn must have seen his internal struggle. “Go,” she told him. “She needs you to change her fortunes. And maybe she will change yours.”
“Good-bye, Mareyn,” Ashok said.
She smiled a little self-consciously, hooked an arm around his neck, and tugged him to her. She kissed him quickly and then nudged him away.
“Good-bye, Ashok,” she said.
After Mareyn rode away, Ashok went to where Ilvani sat in the tree. He stood below her, his head on a level with her boots.
She looked down at him. “No more sleep,” she said.
“I agree,” Ashok said. “We’ll go to the village. If there are witches in Tinnir, we’ll find them.”
Ilvani leaned her cheek against the tree and closed her eyes. “Each of these trees has a name. They’re telling me, whispering the names, but they don’t realize I can’t repeat them. Names like that weren’t meant to be spoken by human tongues.”
“Can you shut them out?” Ashok asked. “Maybe you should come down from there.”
“They don’t mean any harm.” Ilvani slowly climbed down out of the tree, but she kept her hands on the smooth branches. “They gave me another name, one I can use. Yaraella.”
Ashok felt a chill, colder than the frigid air, go through him. He thought it must be the wind, but the tree boughs were still. It was so quiet in the wood. The animals had sought shelter in anticipation of the deep winter.
“The woman from your dreams,” Ashok said. “She’s been here?”
“She’s all over these woods,” Ilvani said. “Tinnir is her home, but the spirits know her here. They miss her touch.”
“Let’s go, then,” Ashok said. “The sooner we get to Tinnir, the sooner we can find out what happened to her.”
Skagi and Cree met them outside the wood. They followed a track off the Golden Way. Snow-covered signs indicated Tinnir wasn’t far away, but the evening darkness came swiftly and forced them to camp for the night.
Ilvani was true to her promise. She didn’t sleep, and she noticed Ashok and the brothers were too restless to get more than a pair of hours each. In the morning, they moved on.
They passed a wooded vale that Ilvani recognized again from her dreams. She was so close to Yaraella, she felt as if she were coming home herself. When they arrived at the outskirts of Tinnir after midday, she nearly wept at the familiar dwellings.
If I’m not rid of her soon, I won’t be Ilvani anymore, Ilvani thought. I’ll be the witch-the ghost.
The uneven ground gave way to small farm fields, their remaining vegetation sealed in a frost skin. Cree stopped and pulled up one of the plants.
“These fields were never harvested,” he said.
“Maybe winter came early,” Skagi suggested. He kicked the brittle leaves.
“No. It’s all dead,” Ilvani said. She took the plant stalk from Cree. “Dead and withered. It was a punishment.”
“Hmph. Must have insulted one of those telthors pretty bad for them to do all this,” Skagi said.
“Over here,” Ashok said.
Ilvani dropped the withered plant and walked over to Ashok. He pointed to a fenced pen behind one of the houses. A dead horse lay on the ground, its body covered with a fine layer of snow. Frozen blood hung from its nostrils.
“Why didn’t they bury it?” Skagi said disgustedly.
“No smoke coming from the house,” Cree said. “Whoever lived here must have left very quickly. It looks like they didn’t take anything with them.”
“Only the clothes they wore,” Ilvani said. How could they not? She felt the sense of unwelcome in the air. An unspoken menace hovered over the village. This was the center of everything.
“Ashok, Cree,” Skagi said tersely, “look to the road.”
Ilvani tore her gaze away from the corpse of the horse and saw people coming toward them from the village-six armed men led by three women who wore carved wooden masks that obscured their features. One of the women carried a child in her arms. A chill gripped Ilvani when she saw the little one.
“Draw no weapons,” said one of the masked women in Common, “or we’ll strike you down.”
Ashok, Cree, and Skagi surrounded Ilvani as the warriors converged on them. “We don’t come to Tinnir in violence,” Cree said.
The woman gave a raspy laugh muffled by her mask. “Your souls are filled with nothing but violence, shadow man,” she said. She pointed to the nightmare. “You walk with demons, yet you ask us to believe you come in friendship?”
Cree had no reply for that. Ilvani could imagine how they all looked to the witches of Rashemen-for this must surely be them. Cree with his single eye and devouring serpent tattoo; Skagi and his deformed smile; and Ashok and his nightmare. Did the witches see the scars around his spirit? To Ilvani they were as vivid as the fiery death that walked at his side. Did the witches see her scars?
“We’ve come
to seek the counsel of the witches of Rashemen,” Ashok said. “Are you one we might speak with?”
The masked woman stepped forward. Ilvani couldn’t see her expression, but she sensed power in the mask, and in the body of the woman-power and anger.
“I am Agny,” she said, “and you will speak only to answer for your crimes against this village and its people.”
“Crimes?” Skagi said. He kicked the dead plants again. “You’re mad if you think we’re to blame for this.”
“We’ve never set foot in this village before today,” Ashok said.
“Yet you’ve been traveling many days to get here,” said another of the witches. Ilvani started. Something about the woman was familiar. “We saw a vision of you in the High Country, your gazes fixed on our lands like predators on the hunt.”
“I remember,” Ilvani said, stepping forward. She felt Ashok tense beside her, but she ignored him. She recognized where she’d heard the woman’s voice before. Hers was one of the whispers she’d been hearing ever since they approached Rashemen. “Your gazes poked and prodded like the telthors,” she said, “always trying to get in where you’re not welcome.”
“Who are you to speak so of the spirits?” the witch Agny cried.
“I’m-” Ilvani was distracted by the child squirming in her keeper’s arms. The little one stared at Ilvani and made impatient noises to be set down. For some reason, it frightened Ilvani. She didn’t want the girl near her.
“Take them,” Agny said impatiently. “Leave the woman to me to question.”
Ilvani couldn’t speak. There were too many whispers in her head. Not just spirits-the whisper and chatter of drawn weapons. Ashok and the brothers pressed their bodies close, too close to her. She couldn’t breathe. She was back in her cage.
“Get away!” she yelled. She shoved her way past Ashok and Cree, ignoring their cries for her to stop. She had to get away, so she ran blindly forward. The tip of a warrior’s sword flashed in front of her, but Ilvani kept running, not caring if she ran onto his blade.
A force hit her in the chest and drove her to the ground. At first, she thought it was the sword, but the impact had been blunt. Magic, she reasoned, and the suspicion was confirmed a breath later when she felt the latent energy of the spell pass out of her body. Her chest ached, but it wasn’t a fatal blow by any stretch.
Ilvani rolled onto her back. Her vision took in the sky and the figures standing around her, but all the sounds came as if from a great distance. Ashok and the brothers struggled in the grip of the Rashemi warriors, who stayed their attacks at the muffled shouts of Agny. She closed her eyes to block out the sights and sounds.
What were they waiting for?
Then she felt the child’s arms encircle her waist.
Ashok had his chain half off his belt when the strong arms of Agny’s warriors grabbed him. Another came around his neck, completely immobilizing him. He jerked his head around enough to see Skagi and Cree similarly pinned. Skagi was on the ground not far from where Ilvani had fallen after being hit by some spell of Agny’s. For a breath, Ashok had thought she was dead. His reason fled, and it took all three of the warriors to restrain him.
The nightmare reared and screamed at the violent outburst. The Rashemi warriors backed away, but one of the other witches came forward and threw up her hands.
An aura of unnatural silence descended on the area around the stallion. When the nightmare tried to scream again, he found his voice gone. Ashok tried to free himself, instinctively reaching for the beast. He needed the nightmare’s fire to burn through the men who held him.
Suddenly, Agny’s shouts changed and resounded with a shrill desperation that made Ashok pause in his struggles.
The child had broken free of the witch holding her. With a pinched look of determination on her round face, she ran to where Ilvani lay. There was absolutely no fear in her eyes. She lay down beside the witch and wrapped her arms around her.
Ashok’s arms went slack. A stunned silence settled over the combatants. Even Skagi seemed at a loss to explain the strange spectacle of Ilvani and the child.
Ilvani looked at the girl as if she were an unpleasant insect that had just landed on her arm, but she seemed reluctant to brush her off. On the other hand, the child appeared enraptured by the witch, burying her face in her dress and drawing in the witch’s scent.
“Don’t hurt her,” the other masked witch said. “I beg you.”
“It’s my fault, Sister,” said the witch who’d been holding the child. “I will give my life-”
“Be silent,” Agny told them both. She clenched her hands into fists. “Tell your men to step back, Slengolt. Don’t harm them.”
One of the warriors barked an order, and the others released Ashok and the brothers. Skagi went for his falchion, which had been on the ground next to him under the boot of one of the warriors.
“Don’t,” Ashok told him. “We said we didn’t come in violence. We stay true to that promise.” He met Agny’s eyes. “Ilvani won’t harm the child.”
Even as he spoke, he could tell the witch didn’t believe him. “Come to me, Elina,” she pleaded with the child. “Come away from that woman. She’s dangerous.”
“You should listen to your keeper,” Ilvani said to the child. It was the first time she’d spoken since Agny had struck her down. “I’m not who you think I am.”
The little girl shook her head and held on tighter.
Ilvani sighed impatiently and sat up. Ashok watched her carefully extricate the girl and set her aside. The child immediately crawled back and tried to climb into her lap. Ilvani pushed her away-not as gently the second time.
The witches tensed. Ashok watched as the child’s eyes filled with tears. She started to cry. Her sobs were loud in the stillness. The effect on the watching crowd was that of helpless confusion. For her part, Ilvani sighed again and gave in, letting the girl scramble into her lap. She held her arms out awkwardly from her body so as little of her was touching the girl as possible.
“Explain this,” Agny said, her voice betraying her helpless anger. “Explain yourselves!”
Ashok found himself wanting to say the same thing. He had no explanation for any of it.
“Ilvani,” he said. “What-”
“It’s Yaraella,” Ilvani said tersely.
“What?” This from the other masked witch. “What did you say?”
“She smells her mother’s scent on me,” Ilvani said. “Yaraella is in me and on me. The offspring can tell.” She reached out hesitantly and ran two fingers through the child’s hair. To the onlookers it might have seemed like a gesture of affection, but Ashok knew Ilvani better than that.
“The hair is the same,” Ilvani said. “Her eyes-it’s the snow rabbit, only smaller.” She looked up at Agny. “I have to get rid of her.”
“Elina,” Agny said. “Please …”
“Not the offspring,” Ilvani said urgently. “The mother. You have to help me get rid of her.”
Agny and Ilvani stared at each other. Finally, Agny stepped forward. Ashok paced her step for step, making sure she was aware of him watching in the background. Agny nodded to him once and then kneeled beside Ilvani and the child.
“Will you let me look at you?” she asked Ilvani.
It was an odd question, since the two witches hadn’t taken their eyes off each other, but he knew it must be a deeper connection Agny sought, a magical one.
Ilvani glanced up at Ashok. He saw the uncertainty in her eyes.
“It’s up to you,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Ilvani turned back to Agny and nodded. “Do it,” she said.
Agny put her hands against Ilvani’s temples. She closed her eyes and murmured something under her breath. Ashok couldn’t make out most of the words, but he recognized that she uttered the name “Bhalla” several times, the same name Ralemvic had used in his farewell to Tatigan.
When she opened her eyes, Agny was
breathing hard. Her hands trembled. She looked from Ilvani to the child and back again.
“We need to speak-alone,” Agny said. She looked up at Ashok and the brothers. “Will you all come with me?”
“Sister, is this wise?” the other masked witch asked.
“Yes, Sree,” Agny said. “If you’d seen what I did just now, you’d agree. We’ll go to Yaraella’s hut. You and Reina and the warriors will stand guard outside.”
“What about the demon?” Reina asked. She held up her hands, prepared to cast a spell on the nightmare.
“He won’t attack unless you provoke him,” Ashok said.
Agny eyed the beast with suspicion. “Put it in a stable. Reina, secure it with a protective circle. It won’t be harmed,” Agny said when Ashok started to protest, “unless it provokes us.” She looked at Ilvani. “Will you come?”
“Will you take Yaraella away?” Ilvani asked.
“I’ll try,” Agny said. “That is all I can promise.”
“Then we’ll come.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Inside the hut, Agny lit a fire. She laid a bundle of twigs and dried leaves on the hearth and whispered a prayer over them.
Ilvani sat in a corner near the flames. The child stayed close to her, holding on to a piece of her dress.
“Please, share the fire,” Agny told Ashok and the brothers. “It will only grow colder outside, but you already know that.”
Skagi lingered near the door, but Cree sat down in front of the fire. Ashok sat next to him.
“Whom do you pray to?” Cree asked. He gestured to the offering.
“Bhalla-the goddess also known as Chauntea,” Agny explained. “But I also beseech the spirits of the trees. Yaraella was especially close to the telthors of the pinewoods. I’m asking them to remember her and think well of those gathered here. We need all the guidance and good thoughts they can offer.”
“Does this mean you no longer consider us a threat?” Ashok asked.
“Then why doesn’t she order her guards to step away?” Skagi muttered. He held the door slightly ajar to keep an eye on the men outside.
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