They were good questions all, Talon knew.
"I will tell you," the emir said. "No one leads us now." At that the folks in the crowd glanced from side to side, and some shook their heads. It was a problem that they had never faced before. "Here in our hour of greatest need, no one leads us."
"You should lead us!" one of the young warlords cried in a husky voice, and there were cheers from many. But almost instantly Warlord Madoc s sons shouted, "No! No!" and their supporters chimed in, while others hissed and jeered.
Talon was astonished by the ferocity of their response. The Emir Tuul Ra had always been a man of high station, well liked by the people. But many a peasant shook a fist in the air and adamantly rejected the notion that he should lead.
"Who are you to tell us what to do?" an old woman demanded at Talon s side. Others cried, "Madoc! Clan Madoc!"
Old warlords raised their axes in the air and began to chant, "Madoc! Madoc! Madoc!"
Talon felt bewildered, and had to wonder why so few would support the emir. In part, she suspected that it was because he was foreign-born and had lost his own war against the wyrmlings.
But the people didn t just seem to be rising up against him. There was genuine support for Clan Madoc.
Old Warlord Madoc had been a bold man, it was true, but his character had been flawed. He had gained popularity among the lesser lords by flattering them and offering bribes. If the Madocs took power, many a man would find himself given an office that he was not fit for, shoving aside men who were wiser and better qualified. The resulting upheaval, in this difficult time, would be a disaster.
But it wasn t just secondary posts that Talon had to worry about. Madoc s sons were not their father s equal-not in courage, not in battle prowess, not in wisdom or intelligence or cunning.
But apparently some of the lords did not care. So long as the bribes continued and undeserved wealth and honors flowed into their hands…
"Emir Tuul Ra!" Talon cried. "Emir Tuul Ra!" A few others raised the chant, and some old woman turned to Talon and raged, "Shut your mouth, damn you. You don t know what you re saying!"
But Talon cried all the louder, and soon tempers were flaring. In some knots, weapons were drawn. It almost looked as if it would turn to civil war.
A great good that will do, Talon thought. The wyrmlings will rejoice to see it.
Daylan Hammer whistled loudly, to capture folks attention.
The emir held his hands up, begging for quiet, seemingly as baffled by the outcry and clamor as Talon was. He tried to dispel the rising tide of rage. "I do not propose to be your leader," he said. "I led a nation once, a proud nation that was larger than all of your eastern realms combined. Where is it now? I will tell you: I led it to ruin. The wyrmlings destroyed it."
Talon wanted to argue. It was not the emir s fault. Tuul Ra had been but a youth at the time when his father died in battle, and his people had been refugees fleeing the wyrmling horde. The war that destroyed them had been waged for centuries, and Tuul Ra had inherited his defeat. She remembered even as a tot how her father had said that the emir "did a miraculous job of fighting an unwinnable war."
Apparently, others knew the truth, too, for some cried, "No! That is not how it was."
The emir was a hero in Talon s mind. He had dealt savage blows to the wyrmlings against all odds. He d captured the wyrmling princess, and thus forestalled last night s attack for more than a decade. He was such a hero Talon believed that his name would be remembered in the Halls of Eternity.
But the emir called the protesters to quiet. "I will tell you who should lead you," he shouted. "Your prince-Areth Sul Urstone."
There was silence for a moment. The naysayers had not expected that. Their prince had been taken captive by the wyrmlings years ago, and it was believed that he was still held in the dungeons of Rugassa.
"He can t lead us," Connor Madoc shouted, striding from the crowd to confront the emir. "If he s even alive, what s left of him-a gibbering shell of a man? The wyrmling torturers will have made a wreck of him."
"I doubt it," the emir said resolutely. "All who knew Prince Urstone doubt it. The prince that I knew was the best man that I have ever met. If all men were such as he, there would be no need for prisons or judges or barristers, for there would be no crime. All men would dwell in peace and deal honorably and courteously with one another. All husbands would love their wives, and hold to their wives alone. All children would love and emulate their fathers, for their fathers would be worthy of their love. There would be no need for armies, for there would be no wars.
"Can you imagine what kind of world that would make? So much of our labor is only a waste. We wage an endless war against the evils among us, and it drains our every resource-our time, our wealth, and even our very hope.
"But that s the kind of man I knew-a good man, a just man. Perhaps he is just a memory. Perhaps you re right. Maybe he has been tormented beyond all reason, and his mind has gone to waste. He might now be nothing more than a maddened animal, craving his own death.
"But I hope for something better. There was a firmness in Areth Sul Urstone that put iron to shame. Never have I known a man of stronger resolve. I believe that he resisted his torturers through these years. I have been told that upon the shadow world, his shadow self was great indeed, and that he was a king beloved of his people more than any other. It is said that even the earth loved him, and granted to him great powers to protect his realm. Thus he was called an Earth King.
"It is my hope that now that the worlds have combined, he may become such once again. I believe that he still lives, and it is my intent"-Emir Tuul Ra s voice suddenly turned to a snarl, as if terrible passions had long been building inside and only now fought their way free-"to bring him home!"
At that some of the older men cheered and raised their battle-axes and danced in celebration. Some of the older women swiped tears from their eyes.
But Talon felt little. She had never known the prince. He d been captured when she was just a toddler. Most of the younger generation had never met him.
She had met his shadow self, of course-the Earth King Gaborn Val Orden. But how much like him could Areth Sul Urstone be? Areth Sul Urstone was from a world that had never heard of Earth Kings.
The Wizard Sisel hoped that with the binding of the worlds, the Earth Spirit would grant that title to Areth s shadow self. But Talon wasn t sure if that would happen.
"What would you have us do," Drewish Madoc shouted at the emir, "squat here in the field while you plot some mad rescue? We should get going. We should devise some fortification, prepare for battle. The wyrmlings will be upon us after dusk."
"What fortification would you suggest?" the emir asked. "Shall we dig a trench and build a nice little battle wall? How will that help us, when the wyrmlings took Caer Luciare-one of our greatest fortresses-only hours ago? It would be madness to fight them, and there is nowhere to run." He jutted his chin toward Daylan. The immortal stood calmly. "But Daylan Hammer has a plan for escape, one that is not without its own risks. I will let him tell you of it."
Daylan stepped forward a few paces. "As you know, our passage is blocked to the north. With the colliding of the worlds, a great sea is emptying and filling the River Dyll-Tandor. It has flooded to the north and the east, and it is filling the valleys to the west. We cannot escape in those directions. The mountains to the south might seem the only logical choice, but you all know the dangers. The weather there is likely to be harsh, even at this time of year. But there is another danger: with the great change that has been wrought, the mountains themselves will be unstable. Landslides are common enough in the wet season, they will be far more likely now. I do not think we should venture south.
"That leaves only one hope. You folk of Caer Luciare have no memory of how the worlds were formed. Among the wyrmlings it is taught that the Great Wyrm formed the world, and that is half-true.
"But a better world than this existed once, a world so pure and beautiful
that your imaginations cannot do it justice. The Great Wyrm tried to seize control of it, and in the battle that ensued, the One True World splintered into millions and millions of lesser worlds.
"Your world is but a shadow of that perfect world, as many of you now know. And these shadows were wrought by Despair.
"But the One World, the netherworld, still remains. It is diminished from what it once was, but it exists. I can open a door into it, if you desire to enter."
"And who will lead us," Drewish Madoc demanded, "you?"
"I have no desire to lead these people," Daylan said.
"Damn you, I think you do!" Drewish growled.
"Please," the emir said. "Let us not quarrel-I beg you. Let us not choose a leader until after I bring my friend home."
The Madocs could not easily mount an argument against that, not without seeming churlish. But their expressions showed that they wanted to.
Talon studied Connor Madoc, and inwardly she fumed. Her father had warned her of the danger posed by that man. Dozens of times he had tried to lure her father to his side with petty bribes and flattery.
Daylan said, "I must warn you that even the One True World holds its risks. Still, it is much like your world, and you will not have to abide there long. There may be dangers ahead, but compared to the certain destruction that awaits us if we stay here, the risks are worth taking.
"I intend to open a door into that world, and over the next few days you can march at your leisure. In time, I will open another door to this world, and we can enter somewhere far away from here, beyond the knowledge of the wyrmling hordes."
For an instant, the crowd was stone silent. But they could not remain silent for long. Daylan Hammer was offering hope where only minutes before there had been none, and now Talon whooped in triumph. All of the rest of the people joined into the shout.
"Let us see this world first!" Connor Madoc clamored to be heard above the crowd.
Daylan Hammer shrugged in acquiescence, then begged use of a staff from the Wizard Sisel; the wizard complied.
Daylan touched the ground with the tip of the staff, and then swung it into a high arc, as if tracing the path of a rainbow.
When he brought the staff back to the ground, he stood for a moment, muttering an incantation. He raised his staff again and began drawing a rune in the air with its tip.
The air around the company suddenly seemed to harden: that was the only way that Talon could describe it. She could still breathe, but there was a heft to the air, as if it had grown heavy and torpid, like a pudding as it thickens.
The smell of a storm filled the field, and lightning sizzled and popped at the point of Daylan s staff.
Suddenly, it was as if an invisible wall fell away.
One instant, Talon was peering at Daylan and the others, and behind them she could see the white fields of summer, thick with dying thistles and black-eyed Susans. The next moment, it was as if a curtain had opened, revealing something Talon had never imagined.
There was a door in the air, shaped like a rainbow, high and arching, large enough so that several people could march through it abreast.
Beyond the door was a land different from her own. There was a vast glade with grass an emerald green. It was dawn there, or perhaps it only looked like dawn because of the huge trees that blocked the sunlight. A numinous opalescent haze filled the water-heavy air.
Not a mile ahead, at the edge of a small lake, a stand of pine trees rose up impossibly high, as if trees were mountains in that world.
Rich flowers filled the meadow. There were pink posies on the ground, each blossom the size of a child s fist, and bright yellow buttercups, and bluebells that grew so tall that one could look up into the hollow within their flowers.
Bees droned lazily as they trundled about in the morning air. A sweet scent blew from the netherworld, a perfume of flowers so rich that it threatened to overwhelm Talon, but it was mingled with an earthy scent of rich soil and sweet grass.
But even more than the serenity of the scene before her or the fragrance that blew from the netherworld, the call of morning birds beckoned Talon.
There were larks at the fringe of the meadow singing songs that were more intricate, more complex and variant in tone, than the loveliest song from a flute.
Almost by instinct, Talon longed to be there. She suddenly found herself shoved from the back as someone lunged toward the door. A shout rose from among Talon s people, and it seemed that they would stampede through the opening and bolt into the netherworld-not from fear but from desire.
Daylan Hammer shouted, "Hold! Hold! All of you!" He held the staff at ready, barring the way, as if he would club the first person who tried to get past him.
A woman, a young mother holding her child, stopped in front of him, and a wordless cry of longing rose from her throat.
"Listen," Daylan said. "All is not as it seems. The world you see is beautiful, yes, but it can also be treacherous. There is perfect beauty there, and perfect horror, too.
"Some who walk through this door will die, I fear.
"Touch nothing until I tell you that it is safe. Keep quiet, lest you attract attention. Do not drink from any stream until I tell you that it is all right. Do not eat anything without asking me first."
There were shouts of agreement to the terms, but still Daylan Hammer barred the way. He looked into the eyes of the women and children, as if to be certain that they understood, that they would heed his warning.
"One last thing," he said. "There are men on this world. Some of you have heard of them. You call them the Bright Ones. Their ways will be strange to you, and their magics may be frightening. You must not anger them. Neither should you quarrel with them, or lie to them, or steal from them.
"They have no desire to harm you, but their conduct to you may seem impossibly harsh.
"Most importantly, they will not welcome you. It is my hope that we will meet none on our journey. And if you happen upon them, and think them cruel, know only that their enemies are far crueler.
"If we are discovered, the Bright Ones will likely banish us back to your world. You will not be allowed to stay. I am opening a door to paradise, but only for a brief moment. You cannot stay forever. Understand this, and enter at your own peril."
He tried to bar the way for an instant more, but the netherworld beckoned, and with a shout of triumph the woman went charging through the door in the air.
Daylan is wiser than I thought, Talon decided. He has just made himself our king, for no one will support the Madocs so long as they find themselves in a new and dangerous world.
While the crowd streamed through, nearly forty thousand strong, Talon suddenly felt a strange reticence.
This is more dangerous than we know, she thought. It may be more dangerous than it is possible for us to know.
3
RHIANNA S WELCOME
It is only when you know that no one-not family, not friend, nor any force in the universe-cares for you, that you begin to learn the virtue of self-reliance. It is only yourself that you can trust, and only yourself that you must remain true to. Thus, self-reliance is the Mother of All Virtues-the kind of fierceness, cunning, and unwavering resolve that one must master in order to succeed in life.
— From the Wyrmling Catechism
That afternoon, Rhianna rested on the wind as she soared toward the Courts of Tide, riding thermals of hot air that rose from the plains below.
The sun shone full upon her back, warming her wings. It had not been a full day since she had won them in battle, pulling the magical artifacts from the corpse of a Knight Eternal; she was not used to them yet. She was a fledgling still.
Learning to fly was every bit as hard for her as learning to walk is for a toddler. The journey of more than three hundred miles in a single day had been made only with frequent stops, where Rhianna had fallen in a heap, exhausted. She was dripping sweat from every pore-partly from her exertion, partly from the heat of the day.
; But as the day warmed she had discovered currents of air rising along the sides of the hills, and if she held her wings rigid, she could ride those currents like a hawk.
From Rhianna s vantage point, she could see for miles in every direction.
She had passed this way only a week ago, walking through the pine forests and tramping through fen and field. She knew the landmarks.
But the land had changed. The trees and grass were dying, the edges of leaves were going brown. With the binding of the worlds, all of the world was falling under the wyrmlings curse, a blight that killed wholesome plants and would leave only thorns and thistles and the most hardy of gorse.
Ancient ruins now rose from the ground everywhere-strange monolithic buildings, broken towers, thick stone walls.
These were ruins from the big folk, the warrior clans that had fled Caer Luciare. Rhianna had not imagined how marvelous their culture had once been.
The remains of great canals crisscrossed the land.
She did not have time to study the wonders. An urgent need was upon her. She had been charged to warn Fallion s people of the wyrmling threat and see if she could make allies of men who had once been his enemies.
More important, Fallion, the man she loved, had been taken captive to Rugassa. She would need help if she was going to free him.
She had little to bargain with-only a few forcibles, hidden in her pack. But a few, along with the promise of many more, might well be enough.
As she winged toward the Courts of Tide, she marveled at the changes that had taken place there.
For a thousand years, the Courts of Tide had been the richest city in all of Rofehavan. Built upon seven islands, the city was surrounded by the waters of the Carroll Sea, and great bridges spanned from island to island.
But now everything was amiss. The ground had risen, leaving fields of rotting kelp and sea urchins to the east of the city. The odor of brine and decomposing fish assailed her. Carcasses from beached whales and a leviathan littered the plains.
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