by Barb Hendee
"All right," he said. "Come back to Crijheaiche with us, and we'll talk."
"Crijheaiche?" she repeated.
"Be at ease," Gleann said. "You will not see anyone you do not wish to."
Sgaile stepped forward, stripping off his cloak. "Put this on and over your head."
Of all the things Sgaile had done, for this Leesil felt most grateful.
"Do you have things to gather?" Wynn asked in her sensible way. "Anything here you wish to bring?"
Nein'a looked about the clearing, and her eyes sparked with the smoldering anger Leesil remembered so well.
"Only what once belonged to me," she said, and turned away into the tree.
When she reemerged, she held the bundled cloth with the skulls of Gavril and Eillean.
Leesil breathed in with difficulty, as Nein'a took her first faltering steps toward the ferns. He walked beside Magiere, not knowing what more to say. She linked her arm with his as they began the journey back.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The return to Crijheaiche left them all exhausted, even Nein'a, who looked wary of her surroundings. Sgaile settled her in a small domicile tree by the river, close to Gleann and Leanalham. When he offered to sit in vigil for Nein'a, Leesil insisted upon doing this himself.
Magiere understood, and so she took Wynn and Chap backto their own quarters.
Chap had been behaving strangely since the end of the trial-from the moment he and Leesil went for a final word with Most Aged Father. His crystal blue eyes shifted continually. Magiere suspected that the strain of the past days affected him as much as any of them.
In all honesty, she'd have much preferred to sit with Leesil, but if Nein'a wished to speak to him, they would need time alone. Poor Wynn looked quite a mess with her swollen jaw and tangled hair. The young woman had been abused too much over their travels.
"You sleep now," she said, guiding Wynn to a cushioned bed ledge inside the elm. "Save the bath for when you wake up."
Chap whined loudly.
Some might think it difficult to read a canine's face. Not so for Magiere, after all the time she'd spent with him. She could read his agitation in the bristled fur and twitch of his jowls. He prowled toward Wynn in halting steps.
Wynn rolled over on the bed ledge to sit up. With dark circles under her eyes, she glared at Chap.
"Not until I am ready!" she grumbled. "Get that through your thick head!"
Lately, her temper had grown shorter, but this was perhaps for the best.
"What now?" Magiere asked.
"He wants to talk to you," Wynn said tiredly. "As if that is all I am good for anymore. Chap, just go to sleep, and let me do the same!"
Chap stalked closer to the sage, his eyes locked into hers. Wynn let out a sigh and slid off the ledge to the chamber floor.
"He says he is afraid… of showing me something, but you have to know the truth, and this is the only way."
She wavered, looking small and young to Magiere.
Too many times Chap had revealed something that made Magiere wish she had a way to speak alone with the dog. Wynn might have grown hardened in the last two seasons, but there were still things the sage was not prepared to face. Things that Magiere herself didn't care to think on, and it made her dread what Chap might pass to her through Wynn.
Magiere sank down, the three of them in a huddle, and ran a hand over Chap's silver-gray ear.
"What is it?" she whispered.
The dog glanced with concern at Wynn, but then fixed his eyes on Magiere. She stared back, growing more unsettled by the moment.Until Wynn whimpered.
The sage pulled up her knees, hiding her face in her hands, and began to sob.
"Wynn?" Magiere's fear sharpened. "Chap, whatever you're doing, stop it now!"
As she reached for Wynn, the sage cringed away, then clutched Magiere's wrist tightly.
"Once we leave elven land," she said, her voice low, "never come back… you must never set foot here again!"
As much concern as Magiere had for Wynn, she glared at Chap. He dipped his muzzle, flinching under her watchful eyes. Whatever he said to the sage, he didn't stop. Wynn's fingers tightened on Magiere's wrist, and the sage began to whisper Chap's words.
The longer Chap spoke through Wynn, themore numb Magiere became, until all she felt was the same shudder in her flesh that grew each time she stepped within a domicile tree.
"You were made to breach these lands… to breach any last refuge of the living," was the last thing Wynn said.
Magiere's mind rolled in a tangled mess as Wynn crawled back into bed, hiding her face.
Magiere sat upon the chamber floor with Chap.
She kept hearing words in her head spoken in pieces. Some from the last memory Chap had stolen from Most Aged Father. And more from what she'd heard others say. The worst was the missing piece from Chap's delusion spawned by sorcery.
No undead existed… before the lost war of the Forgotten History.
No undead rose… but humans.
No undead walked elven lands… but her.
In theforestofPudurlatsat, far south in Droevinka, Chap had fallen prey to a phantasm cast by the undead sorcerer Vordana. Magiere and Leesil had suffered the same, each experiencing a delusion fed by their worst fears-and perhaps something more hidden within each of them.
Chap had never told Magiere or anyone of his delusion until now.
He had seen her with an army, its ranks filled with creatures and beasts driven by madness for slaughter. She stood at the head of those forces in black-scaled armor, fully feral with her dhampir nature cut loose. Among the horde were the shadowed and gleaming-eyed figures, as in Magiere's own delusion and nightmares. The undead waited for her to lead them into a thriving forest. Everything died in her wake… under their hunger.
In Most Aged Father's memory, the undead horde hadn't breached the elven forest. Those who fled to that final refuge huddled together, listening to the sounds of starving undead legions tearing each other apart.
Magiere cowered on the elm's chamber floor. She had been imbued… infected with the nature of a Noble Dead, and yet was still a living thing. This had been accomplished with the blood of the five races, the Uirishg. By their blood used in her conception, and the life within her, Magiere could go wherever she wished.
The undead could not breach First Glade or the forest it touched. Not until the war came again to cover the world-and Magiere was born.
This was the reason she had been made.
Chap's understanding of all these pieces, much of it hidden or stolen by his kin, was the worst thing he could have done to her.
That wasn't the end of what was grinding Magiere down. Chap knew what Leesil's strange name meant. He heard the name of the female elder in Most Aged Father's memory, the one called Leshiara-Sorrow-Tear.
Leesil… Leshil… Leshiarelaohk…Sorrow-Tear's Champion.
Magiere leaned on both hands, trying to draw in breath. Chap crept in, brushing his muzzle against her face, but she barely felt it.
Nein'a and her confederates envisioned their own way to deal with this unknown enemy that Most Aged Father feared would come again. Leesil had been conceived as their instrument, made for the need of the living with the skill for killing that the Anmaglahk knew so well.
And Magiere?She had been born tainted by the undead to breach all last refuges of life.
Each of them made for opposing sides of a war yet to come.
She couldn't stop the tears slipping from her eyes.
Small hands gripped her shoulders. Wynn knelt down, and Magiere collapsed into the sage's lap.
"I am sorry," Wynn whispered, trying to pull Magiere closer. "For what I said… the way I said it. You are not what they tried to make you. You do not have to be this."
But Magiere only thought of one thing.
Outside in the dark was the half-blood she loved, made for a purpose to counter her own… created to be her enemy.
In two days, Magiere st
ood on the riverside docks beside Leesil. Of all inappropriate times, Wynn struggled with a brush to clear tangles from Chap's fur. Brot'an, Sgaile, and Leanalham watched her efforts with amusement.
"Hold still!" the sage snapped in exasperation.
Osha kept his eyes on Wynn as well, but his expression held no humor.
In the middle of them all, Nein'a stood quietly distracted near Leesil, and he fell into his old habit of babbling whenever nervous or upset.
"Remember what I said-there are elven ships that sail the Belaskian coast. Just send a letter to Counselor Lanjov at the bank in Bela, and he will get it to us straight away. We have some things to finish before going home to Miiska. But you can come there just the same, whenever you wish."
Nein'a nodded, her eyes drinking in her son's face. She, Gleann, and Leanalham had delayed their own departure to see the "visitors" off.
"You may have more than one task," she whispered.
Magiere hoped when they finally returned home that her aunt Bieja would be there waiting. She wondered what the blunt, gruff Bieja and the sly, watchful Nein'a might think of each other.
Gleann had handled any dissatisfaction among the elders at the delayed departure. Now they had to leave-for more reasons than just the council's decree.
The market up from the docks bustled with activity. Tall elves in bright clothing bargained over goods from smoke-cured fish to beeswax candles to bolts of the elves' strange shimmering white cloth that look much like silk or satin.
The barge arrived to take them down the river, and pulled up to the docks. Leanalham stepped out from behind Nein'a. Her face filled with alarm at the sight of it.
"Oh, Leshil…"
"I'll try to send word of how we fare," he said.
Most likely, that wouldn't happen, but Magiere kept quiet. The girl would miss him, and Leesil had never been one to write letters. Then again, he'd never had anyone to write to, if such a letter could make it into the elven lands.
Sgaile and Brot'an boarded the barge.
"What are you doing?" Magiere asked in confusion.
"We come down the river with you," Brot'an answered. "It is best, considering… It is best. We can arrange passage for you at the coast." He gave Nein'a a long look. "Leshil must be kept safe."
For the first time since her return, Nein'a almost smiled.
Chap whined and gazed down the riverbank. Lily roamed there with her pack.
Wynn kneeled beside him. "Do you wish to run with them for a while?"
He hesitated, then licked her face and bolted off.
It was time to leave, and Magiere hurt for Leesil, watching him look one last time at his mother. Magiere agreed that Nein'a should remain here for now, to rest and gatherherself. But knowing this didn't make the parting any easier for Leesil.
Nein'a reached out with her slender tan hand to Leesil's cheek. "Good hunting, my son."
Magiere found this an odd farewell, but Leesil just turned and stepped onto the barge, and she followed with Wynn.
Wynn held a hand up to Osha. She didn't speak. From the dock, he held up his own in response, but his expression was impossible to read.
"Good-bye," Magiere called to Gleann and Leanalham. "I won't forget you."
Gleann smiled sadly as the barge pulled away.
Wide silver birch trees and hanging vines rushed past once again, and the docks of Crijheaiche vanished behind them.
Eight peaceful days later, Chap stood beside Lily gazing down a gentle slope toward the coast. He clearly saw the Hajh River and his companions' barge near its mouth spilling intoa expansive gulf. An azure ocean stretched beyond it to the horizon.
After allChap's time in the immense forest, it was strange to see a city at the far edge of these wild elven lands. Small, thatched dwellings spread around higher structures at the middle and along the shore. He was surprised that coastal elves did not live in trees like those of the inland. Lily followed as he loped down the hill through the thinning trees and headed for the city's outskirts.
As the distance closed, he saw a few shops and stalls and scattered domicile trees on the fringes. One larger structure was composed of multiple floors built around the towering trunk of a redwood. Its upper branches spread wide like a second leafy roof over the building. Judging by the windows and small specks of people about it, it appeared to be an inn or its equivalent amongthe an'Croan. He kept on, looking ahead to the far docks barely visible between the shoreline structures. The barge would be tied off there soon enough.
Lily whined and stopped.
Chap spun about and pressed his head against hers, showing her memories of his companions who waited. Lily backed up. He looked into her crystalline eyes, tinted with yellow flecks.
She would not come with him.
They had left the other majay-hi beyond the last hill, for the pack would go no further. Lily pressed her head to his and showed him images of inland elven enclaves and her kin running through the forest. Perhaps her kind did not approach the coastal people.
He did not want to leave her, and barked as he bounded a few steps forward and then spun about. But she held her ground. Chap looked to the coastline with its faint white lines of waves curling into the shore.
He had broken with his kin, the Fay. He had tangled and thwarted Most Aged Father's attempt on Magiere's life and his plans to use Leesil to ferret out dissidents. And now that Brot'an had revealed himself, Chap would do whatever was necessary to keep Leesil from the man's reach.
He would resist anyone who sought to use Leesil or Magiere. He would find his own answers for what lay ahead of them all.
Chap went back and pressed his nose against Lily, breathing in the rich earthen scent of her fur. It made him feel heavy and weak with sorrow.
But Leesil and Magiere and even Wynn still needed him.
Chap turned from Lily and ran for the coast. He could not bear to look back, even when he heard her howl fade into the forest.
Epilogue
The dreamer fell through boundless night, frigid wind ripping past. The night sky began to undulate. Rippling mounds arched within the darkness like black desert dunes and then sharpened into clarity. Stars became glints of reflected light upon black reptilian scales the size of small battle shields. Those scaled dunes shifted into mammoth reptilian coils, each larger than the height of a mounted rider. They turned and writhed on all sides of the dreamer, with no beginning, no end, and no space between.
The scales vanished, but the dreamer still fell. A coastline appeared below, fringed by high snow-packed mountains.
Here, a voice whispered above the roar of rushing air. It is here.
The dreamer tumbled downward, until high mountain peaks of perpetual ice rose like a jagged-toothed maw on all sides. Within that snowbound canyon stood a six-towered castle bordered by stone walls. The dreamer, in rapid descent, caught only a glimpse of high arched gates.
A white snowfield beyond rushed up.
Then impact.
No pain or darkness came, only shudders of fear, as to a child lost in the wilderness. The dreamer lay in crusted snow, staring up at twin gates of ornate iron curls. They joined together at their high tops in an arched point. Mottled with rust, the gates were still sound in their place.Beyond stood the castle's matching-shaped iron doors atop a wide cascade of steps.
A carrion crow sat upon the gates, watching the dreamer expectantly.
The castle dimmed from sight into darkness. Reptilian coils rose all around, their twisting and churning increasing in speed.
The orb is yours… I now give it to you alone… take it!
The dreamer tried to scramble across the snow, but then only the black coils remained, closing in, tighter and tighter.
Sister of the dead, lead on.
Magiere's eyes snapped open, as she gasped for breath and thrashed out of the bed. She scrambled across the floor and huddled naked and shaking in one corner of the elven inn's tiny room. She tried to scream, but all that came out wa
s a harsh whisper.
"Leesil!"
He sat up quickly in the bed.
Black coils seemed to move in every shadow of the dark room as Magiere reached out for Leesil hurrying toward her.
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