by Suzanne Weyn
Mardock stepped over the spilled objects, his eyes boring into Sheila's. "The game is over, little sorceress," he hissed, reaching down and dragging Sheila up by her shoulders. She winced as his pointed nails dug into her skin and his sulphuric breath filled her nostrils. "The game is over and you have lost it.''
Still holding her tightly with one hand, Mardock placed his other hand on her collarbone and let it drift slowly upward until he had wrapped it firmly around her throat. "Now you will teach me to use everything in that bag," he said, tightening the grip on her neck. Sheila coughed and fought for air.
"The choice is yours," he continued, squeezing even tighter. "You can show me, and then perhaps I will allow you to be my slave, or you can just let me figure it all out for myself—no real difficulty for one with my powers. But in that case, of course, I might as well snap your neck right now."
Sheila struggled with the last of her strength, trying to rip Mardock's hand from her throat, but the evil wizard held fast. Desperately she lashed out and clawed his face with her nails.
"Now you've done it!" Mardock shrieked, throwing her to the ground and wiping the blood from his face. A large rock instantly appeared in his hands, and Sheila knew that in the next second he would use it to crush her skull. She turned her head away, trying not to think about the searing pain to come. She shut her eyes tight.
There was a sudden silence . . . and then the soft sound of something flying through the air. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" she heard Mardock howl in pain.
Sheila opened her eyes in time to see Mardock sink to his knees and clutch his bloody shoulder, where a silver-handled dagger was lodged. She whirled around in the direction the knife had come, and her eyes filled with tears of happiness. There1 in the clearing, mounted on her silvery-white unicorn, blue eyes blazing fiercely, was Illyria.
"A curse on you, Mardock!" Illyria shouted, unsheathing her sword. "Come now and dare to fight the Unicorn Queen!"
5
Reunion
Mardock staggered to his feet and, with a great effort, pulled the dagger from his shoulder. "La-eh, la-eh, la-eh," he wailed in a high, pain-filled voice. Instantly the blood stopped pouring from his wound. With raised hands he shot two of his murderous electric currents at Illyria.
Quiet Storm reared back to avoid the bolts. No sooner had the powerful unicorn settled than Illyria jumped off and approached Mardock, her sword drawn. Every muscle of her body was taut, ready for attack.
Mardock laughed tauntingly, but took a quiet step back despite his bravado. Then he clenched his hands together and held them straight out in front of him. Turning pale with the effort, he shot a thick straight rod of yellow light at Illyria.
With a single leap the Unicorn Queen bounded off the ground and somersaulted over the beam, landing nimbly on her hands and bouncing back to her feet.
Mardock aimed again, sending the thick rod of electricity higher, toward Illyria's head. Illyria tumbled into a front roll, under the beam. When she regained her feet, she was standing almost directly before him.
"You've learned some new tricks, Unicorn Queen," sneered Mardock.
"As have you, wizard," she answered boldly. "Too bad they will do you no good."
Mardock raised his hands again, but this time there was no bolt of light. His last stunt had obviously drained him. Seeing that the wizard was unable to immediately summon another burst of energy, Illyria pressed her attack. "Prepare to die, cur!" she shouted, advancing on him, her sword slashing the air.
Even as the wizard stepped back rapidly, his eyes surveyed the contents of the spilled backpack. He stooped only long enough to scoop up the Tracker at his feet.
"Don't let him get that, Illyria!" Sheila yelled from where she stood, off to one side. "I need it."
Illyria lunged forward and drove her sword directly into Mardock's heart. But instead of slicing him open, it waved through a small tornado of sooty dirt. Shape-shifter Mardock had transformed himself, and the funnel of dirt quickly swirled away into the forest—along with the Tracker.
Illyria resheathed her sword and breathed deeply. She turned to Sheila. "Always in the thick of things, aren't you, my friend?" she said, her blue eyes sparkling.
Sheila smiled back at the woman known as the Unicorn Queen. She was the most amazing-looking person Sheila had ever encountered—tall and broad-shouldered, her abundant white-blond hair flowing down her shoulders, half of it caught up in thick braids. City life had not softened Illyria. Her sharp eyes, tanned skin, and hard muscles all told of her many years as a warrior. Only the soft fullness of her mouth hinted at the tender woman underneath the wild fighter.
"What was it of yours that I let Mardock escape with?" Illyria asked.
"It wasn't your fault," Sheila answered, trying not to show Illyria how upset she was over the loss of the Tracker. "Dr. Reit created that thing to help him find me when I wanted to return home. He's going to kill me."
"Dear Dr. Reit? Never!" Illyria objected. "Surely he would not harm you.
"No, no. I don't mean really kill me," Sheila explained. "That's just something we say at home to mean someone is going to be very angry. See, he didn't exactly give me permission to use the Tracker. And now I don't even know if I can get home without it."
"I do see,'' said Illyria. ''That is most distressing. But I doubt we've seen the last of Mardock. We may yet have an opportunity to retrieve your Tracker."
Sheila sighed. "I knew it was risky, but I just had to come back."
"Somehow I'm not at all surprised to see you here," said Illyria, brushing the hair from Sheila's face and studying her. "Are you all right?"
"I'm okay, thanks to you," Sheila answered, suddenly feeling her legs tremble beneath her. Now that the danger was past, all the terror, hunger, and confusion of the last two days suddenly overwhelmed her. She felt a terrific urge to cry.
''Sit, sit here," Illyria said soothingly, guiding Sheila to a large rock. “It's clear you've been through a great deal. Rest a moment." Illyria walked over to Quiet Storm and rook a water bag of sewn skins from his saddle. "Drink this," she urged, holding the bag to Sheila's lips.
Sheila drank and immediately felt a bit steadier. ''How did you find me?' she asked.
"That I came along was pure chance," Illyria answered. "I was simply scouting the area. It was I who should ask how you found me. My warriors and I are camped just over that hill. No one knows of our location. But I forget, you have your powers as a sorceress to guide you."
Sheila didn't even bother to protest that she was not a sorceress. She knew Illyria and the others were so firmly convinced of the fact that nothing would change their minds. "I don't know how to explain it," she said honestly. "I had a horrible nightmare that the unicorns were in danger. There was singing in the dream, and when I woke up, the music led me to this spot. That's when Mardock showed up.
Illyria's expression grew serious. ''Your connection with our band remains mighty. You have heard the sound of Pelu's song across the many miles."
Sheila felt a cold chill at the mere mention of the healer's name. “What has Pelu to do with it?" she asked. "Is something wrong with Morning Star?"
Illyria reflected a moment. "No, Morning Star seems fine for the present at least."
''What is it, then? What's going on here?"
''I'm not quite sure,'' Illyria admitted. ''Perhaps it is thing you can help us with."
"I'll do anything, you know that," Sheila said. "That's why I came back. Somehow I knew I was needed."
Illyria smiled. "Come," she said, helping Sheila to her feet. "They will be worried about me back at camp if I don't return soon. We will clean you up and feed you some breakfast, and then I will tell you everything."
Without being summoned, Quiet Storm walked forward to meet them. Sheila looked up at the strong white creature, his alabaster horn sitting regally on his forehead. He was the most majestic of all the unicorns. Sheila had been able to jump right up onto Morning Star's back, but Quiet Storm was so much bi
gger. His long legs were taller than Sheila herself.
Illyria laughed softly. "Up you go," she said, cupping her hands to give Sheila a boost. The women rode with only a saddle, using neither stirrups nor reins. Sheila stepped into Illyria's hands and was soon straddling Quiet Storm's broad back.
"My bags," she remembered.
Illyria picked up the spilled contents of Sheila's backpack and the black trash bag. "Shame on you, warrior-trained and carrying so much baggage," she chided playfully.
''I'll be rid of most of it soon," Sheila said, slightly embarrassed. "I've brought some things from my world for you and the others."
Illyria passed the bags up to Sheila and mounted Quiet Storm with one smooth movement. They were soon riding through the forest, up a thickly wooded incline. Gradually the woods began to thin out, and Sheila could see they were about to emerge into a meadow of rough yellowish grass with thistly purple flowers scattered in patches around the many low boulders.
Quiet Storm carried them over a patch of sloping rock and up to higher, flatter ground. It was then that Sheila saw a sight she had once thought she would never lay eyes on again—the camp of the Unicorn Queen.
Roughly hewn tents made of sticks, animal skins, and branches stood in a ring. In the center was a large, stone-encircled campfire.
The first to spot their approach was Myno, Illyria's second-in-command. She had been hammering out an arrowhead with a large stone when she looked up. In a flash she was on her feet, shading her eyes against the morning sun.
"Look, everyone!" Illyria shouted as she brought Quiet Storm to a halt. "Come see whom I have found." The women left their tasks and gathered around Illyria. A surprised and happy murmur swept through the camp at the sight of Sheila.
"I knew you couldn't stay away," said Nanine with a smile. The tall black woman reached up gracefully to help Sheila down from Quiet Storm's back.
The next thing Sheila knew, she was being shoved on the shoulder by a rough but playful hand. "You missed the warriors' life, eh, little one?" teased Myno, her strong, beefy arms folded solidly across her wide chest.
"I don't know about that, but I sure missed you," Sheila said, glad to be seeing the large woman with her short red hair once again. Myno could be gruff and irritable, but Sheila knew she had a soft heart.
"Meet the newest member of our group," said Myno. "This is Zanara-Ki." Myno stretched her arm out and indicated a small but muscular woman standing just off from the group She had a light bronze complexion and wore a woven tunic of blue and green cut high on either side. Her jet-black hair was stick straight and fell just below her chin. Sleek bangs set off her dark almond eyes.
"Meet Sheila," Myno continued the introductions. "She's the group's sorceress and comes from who knows where."
Zanara-Ki nodded her head cordially. Sheila could see the woman was not a ready smiler. "Pleased to meet you," Sheila greeted her shyly. There was an aura of mystery around the woman which didn't encourage instant familiarity
"Zanara-Ki is a former slave, just as I am," Myno explained proudly. "She was given to Dynasian by an emperor named Ankzar down south. We found her after the battle. She's little but tough, so we didn't give her any choice. We told her she just had to ride with us and teach us all her wild jumping tricks."
Illyria came up behind Sheila. "Zanara-Ki is from the lands over the eastern seas," she explained. "She has learned the eastern ways of fighting without weapons. The leaps and rolls I just used against Mardock's magic were all taught to me by Zanara-Ki."
Illyria bowed her head in Zanara-Ki's direction. "Your training may have saved my life today," she said. "I thank you.
"We will learn more at your convenience," Zanara-Ki answered simply.
"She's a little strange, but she grows on you," Myno whispered to Sheila. "And she fights like a tiger."
"Look who's back," came a taunting voice from behind Sheila.
"Hi, Dian," Sheila said before she even turned around.
Dian and Sheila had never been the best of friends. Although they had fought side by side and even gone on dangerous missions together, sixteen-year-old Dian was too naturally competitive to ever allow a friendship between them to blossom. She could never forgive Sheila for usurping her spot as the youngest in the group. And she was clearly jealous of the special attention Darian paid her.
Still, toward the end of their adventures together, Dian had shown Sheila a grudging respect, bordering on friendship. Sheila had even left her old pack behind with Dian as a gesture of good will. Sheila had been hoping they might be closer this time, but Dian's sarcastic greeting quickly dashed that idea.
"How have you been?" Sheila asked.
"I was fine," Dian answered, twisting a lock of her long brown hair around her finger. "Have you come to get your pack back?"
"No, I gave it to you. It's yours."
"Good, because you know you can't just show up and take back the things you left behind," Dian said, her voice heavy with meaning. "You can't-"
The clatter of hoofbeats drowned out the rest of Dian's words. Sheila followed the sound and saw a teenage boy astride an ebony unicorn approaching the camp. The rider drew his mount to a quick halt when he caught sight of Sheila. He didn't smile or dismount, but sat there staring out of dark expressionless eyes.
"Hello, Darian," Sheila said.
6
The Unicorns' Lament
Darian sat atop his unicorn, Wildwing, and continued to stare at Sheila. "You're back," he said at last.
"How have you been?" Sheila asked, unsettled by this less than warm greeting.
"We've been very busy," Darian answered as he dismounted and led Wildwing to drink from a large bucket of water. He dropped his eyes from Sheila's questioning gaze, and pretended to be engrossed in unsaddling the unicorn "Campora was a shambles of a city. Rebuilding and reorganizing it has kept us all occupied. This is really the first time we've ridden out of the city as a group since the battle."
Sheila was confused. Darian wasn't exactly snubbing her, but he wasn't being friendly, either. After all they had shared and felt about each other, she hadn't expected this neutral reaction. What was wrong?
"When you're finished grooming Wildwing, will you tell me all about what's been happening?" she asked.
Darian gave her a sharp look and then turned away quickly. "I have some other chores and things to do,'' he said. "I don't think I'll have time."
"Darian!" Dian called from the spot where she knelt over a rolled fur-skin blanket. "Help me with this knot. I want to air this blanket cut."
"Sure," he muttered.
Sheila scowled as she watched him head off in Dian's direction. Dian was always so possessive of Darian.
A soft whinnying distracted Sheila from her thoughts of Darian and Dian. She turned, and there stood Morning Star. The unicorn pranced over to Sheila and bent her head low, nuzzling Sheila's shoulder affectionately.
"I missed you so much, girl," Sheila murmured, running her hands through the unicorn's black mane and petting her broad white neck. “I've been so worried about you." Sheila stepped back and studied the animal. She seemed fine.
She was better than fine. Morning Star was clearly overjoyed to be reunited with Sheila. In her exuberance the unicorn began circling around Sheila, occasionally kicking up her black-stockinged legs in a sort of welcoming dance.
"What a change in that sulky girl," commented Illyria, who stood watching the scene. "She has done nothing but mope around since you left, and has let no other ride her."
As if understanding Illyria's words, Morning Star stopped her dance right in front of Sheila. With a running jump Sheila leapt astride the unicorn. It felt so right to be sitting on top of her strong back once again.
Morning Star took off at a gallop. "Ya-haaah!" Sheila yelled as the rising sun warmed her back and the gentle breeze whipped her hair around her face. This was the feeling she had missed, the freedom and the wildness. She leaned forward, urging Morning Star on. Together t
hey leapt high, soaring over a fallen tree that blocked their path. It was like flying.
Despite their separation, Sheila and Morning Star fell instantly back into the silent, intuitive communication they had shared from the moment they first met. Sheila had only to think of where she wanted to go, and Morning Star bolted in that direction. Finally they both decided to return to the center of camp and rest.
Exhilarated and filled with happiness, Sheila slid off Morning Star's back, "You haven't forgotten a thing," said Nanine, who had been watching Sheila ride. "Most riders who don't practice for six months grow clumsy."
"It hasn't been nearly that long in my world," Sheila told her. "And I've been riding horses at a stable at home. It's not the same, though, not the same at all."
"No, indeed," Nanine agreed. "A horse and a unicorn may look much alike, but they are very different beasts."
Sheila splashed water on Morning Star's coat as the unicorn drank from a bucket. She remembered the carrots she had brought and dug into her garbage bag to find one for Morning Star. The unicorn gobbled up the rare treat so quickly that Sheila instantly fed her two more.
"I almost forgot—I brought presents for everyone," Sheila said, "I want everyone to be together when I give them out, though. Where is Pelu?"
Nanine's dark eyes took on a somber expression. ''Listen and you will hear her,'' she said. "She's singing to the sick unicorns."
Sheila concentrated and realized that Pelu's song—the song from her dream which had drawn her here—had been in her head all along. She had simply been too distracted to pay attention to it.
Now she heard it clearly once again. It was coming from behind her, to the right of the encampment, beautiful and high, sad, yet soothing "It's lovely, but I can't understand the words," Sheila said to Nanine.
Nanine shook her head. "It is some dialect from the high northlands. Pelu says it's a song her mother sang her long ago.
Sheila followed the sound with Morning Star beside her. They made their way down a grassy slope, and suddenly Sheila felt as though she were almost in her dream. She was heading into a tree-ringed grove where many unicorns stood. She could hear Pelu's voice, but could not see her.
