by Gail Dayton
I love you, she sent to her godmarked. Love you all so much. Take care of each other.
Torchay swung around, leaving the fight to others, his eyes wide. “Kallista, what—"
She smiled at him as she gathered the magic in her hands. She shaped it for sleep. Those not directly involved in the fight with the demon would only get in the way. She didn't have to conserve anything. It wasn't her own strength that fought here. The One would provide whatever was needed. She whispered her instructions to the magic and set it loose.
Everyone in the embassy slowly crumpled to the floor. Daryathi champions, Adaran bodyguards, clerks, servants, even the children slept under her protective shielding. Everyone save Shakiri Shathina, Kallista, and her godmarked iliasti.
"Now,” Kallista said. “It is as it should be. You and yours, me and mine."
"Not fair!” the demon whined. “You have more than I do."
"True. The power of the One is so vast, it must be spread out through more of us.” She sighed. “It's too bad the One chose to use such a weak vessel as myself. But here we are."
She gathered magic and the demon attacked, tearing at her, at her links. They shuddered, but held. They would hold no matter what. Kallista knew that now. Only death could part her from those she loved, and even that was not final. She would see them again. And Stone was waiting.
Kallista named the magic. Zughralithiss. Khoriseth. The smaller demon still existed somewhere inside its parent. She threw the magic out and immediately called more. Khoriseth had been able to—yes, it quenched the magic. Put out the fire before it burned much. No matter. She had more demon-killer to send.
Again and again, Kallista called, shaped, sent. Again and again, the demon fought it off, clawing at her, tearing off bits of her self as her magic ate away its substance. Even with the magic pouring into her, shoring her up, bracing her against the awful attacks, she knew it would be a close-run thing.
Yes, she had the infinite, endless power of the One behind her, but she herself was all too mortal. She wasn't meant for so much power. But she would stand. She would endure. She would use what the One had given her to destroy this demon even if it destroyed her in the doing. The One had accepted what she had offered, and what she had offered up was her whole self. All of her heart, her body, her soul. All of her love.
Kallista opened herself and let the magic pour in, arms spread, head back, her beloved iliasti behind her, beside her, holding her up.
The magic filled her until her body felt separated into the tiny bits that formed her, no longer quite real, no longer connected into a whole, because the magic needed the space between all her bits.
She saw. Saw the writhing, twisted evil of the demon woven through the twisted, hate-filled heart of Shathina. She saw her willful, loyal Keldrey lying asleep in the corridor at the head of a troop where he had pushed out from the nursery, driving back their attackers. She saw her children, shining with promise and innocence, glowing with the love showered on them. She saw her godmarked, saw their hearts, their true selves, known already through the magic that bound them together.
There, shining in the distance, impossibly far away yet as close as a whisper, she saw the light of the One. Love, joy and righteous anger shivered through her, shuddered in the magic.
"Zughralithiss," she whispered. "Khoriseth."
The magic exploded from her, leaving all her bits and pieces stranded in their isolation. Kallista saw the magic fall on the demon, saw it consume all the darkness remaining before it flashed outward, into Mestada and beyond, in the instant she had left before the isolated bits of herself crumbled into oblivion.
Chapter Thirty-Three
"No! Goddess, no.” Obed's knees failed. He would have fallen as Kallista's body went limp in their arms, but for the others holding him up. He couldn't lose her now, after all this.
"Obed!” Torchay reached across her, gripped his arm. “We have to go after her. Are you with me, man?"
"Wait, what are you doing?” Leyja caught Torchay's queue and yanked hard for his attention.
"She taught us how,” Obed said, frantic to begin. “We won't put ourselves in danger. Look to her."
"Joh, you're in charge,” Torchay said. “See if you can get ours awake before Shathina's. Kel first."
"Right.” Joh drew away, taking the younger ones with him. Obed slid to the floor in unison with Torchay, holding Kallista between them.
"She's not breathing,” Leyja said, her hand on Kallista's throat. “Her heart's stopped."
"So breathe for her,” Torchay said. “You kept me alive. You can do it for her."
"How long?"
"Till we bring her back,” Obed snapped, losing patience. He closed his eyes. For a moment, he thought his fear would prevent him from escaping his body. Then he somehow heard the beating of Torchay's heart beyond Kallista between them. Obed reached out, across Kallista, below Leyja where she worked. He caught Torchay's hand reaching for his, and together they stepped up to the dreamplane.
The gray mist looked just as it had before, splotched with bright glowing wisps of color. Obed turned in a circle, Torchay moving with him. Even here, they held onto each other. Especially here.
"Where is she?” Torchay sounded as desperate as Obed felt. “She's here. I know she is. She's no’ gone, no’ yet."
Obed fought back despair. Torchay's words felt right, but the demon had been so strong, the fight so terrible—Obed clung to one thing. Kallista said he held truth. He could see the truth, know it. So where was the truth here, in this place?
He turned round again, searching harder. The mists billowed up, and in one place, they thinned. Obed looked.
"Oh Goddess.” The groan tore from his throat. Jerking Torchay after him, Obed ran.
Kallista lay on the mist, flat and insubstantial, shattered into tiny pieces as if she'd become a mosaic of herself. Was it truly Kallista, or just an image of what they sought? Obed found the truth. This was Kallista.
"Hurry."
At the sound of the familiar voice, Obed whipped around to see Stone, whole and alive, standing on the dreamfog. Illusion? Truth.
Stone stopped them before they could leap across the distance to embrace him. “No time for that. You have to save her. She doesn't think she can go back."
"Save her how?” Torchay's voice was rough with pain. “She's in pieces. We don't have any magic."
Stone's smile was so beautiful, it made Obed's heart ache. “The only magic you need is love."
"That, we've got.” Obed looked down at the broken thing that was Kallista. Could they just ... sweep her back together?
He let go of Torchay and knelt beside her, afraid to try, afraid not to. What if it didn't work? But he'd rather try and fail than not even try. Carefully, to be sure he didn't miss any, Obed brushed his hands through the fog, pushing the bits of mosaic together. They clung to his fingers, making him shiver like touching her often did. And the bits clung to each other.
"Help me.” Obed kept sweeping as he glanced up at Torchay. “It's working. She's going back together. She's not like broken glass. More like clay. She sticks."
Torchay's face held the panic Obed felt. “She looks ... wrong. Lumpy."
She did. The pieces stuck where he scooped them, misshapen and awkward. “She's together.” Obed deliberately refused to look any more than necessary. “If we get her back where she belongs, she'll sort it all out."
"What if she doesn't? What if we get her back and she's no’ all there?"
"I don't care.” Obed shook his head hard enough to send his hair flying, sweeping bits of Kallista back into a whole all the while. “I can't leave her here like this. If she comes back crippled or simple, they can select a new Reinine and I'll take her home to the mountains and take care of her there. I'll feed her, clean her, carry her on my back—whatever I have to do, whether you or anyone else comes with me."
"You know I'll be there.” Torchay knelt on the other side of the Kallista bits, working mor
e slowly and carefully than Obed, trying to pat her back into proper shape.
"Stone said to hurry,” Obed reminded him.
"That's right, he did.” Torchay swept faster, forming the leg bits into a lopsided ball. “That's a good sign, isn't it? That Stone was here?"
"He's gone?” Obed took half an instant to look around.
"Aye. But he came.” Torchay worked with Obed to press the pieces of Kallista's head together with extra care.
"Have we got everything?” Obed stirred the streamers of dreamfog, terrified they might leave something vital behind.
"I don't see any more pieces.” Torchay frowned. “How do we get her back into herself? We were assuming she'd be conscious if we had to come get her."
"Do you remember how she put you back, the first time you came here?"
"Perhaps."
"We can only try.” Obed narrowed his eyes, looking at the dream-Kallista they'd mashed together. Some of the lumps seemed to be smoothing out, the fingers separating from the solid mass he'd pressed them into. “Does she look better to you?"
Torchay took a deep breath and closed his eyes a moment before turning his head to look, as if afraid of what he might see. His eyes widened when he opened them and the tension on his face eased. “Aye. She does.” He pointed. “Her legs are almost the same length again."
"So let's put her back where she belongs.” Obed clasped Kallista's hand and reached across for Torchay's. “Surely she'll stick there too."
"If she doesn't, we'll hold her down till she does.” Torchay sounded grim, but his eyes shone with hope as he met Obed's gaze and took his hand. Torchay wrapped his hand around Kallista's and together, they stepped out of the dreamplane.
* * * *
Light pierced her eyelids. Kallista expected that. Heaven would be filled with light.
What she hadn't expected was pain. She hurt all over. A groan escaped her before she could bite it back. It was rude to groan in heaven, wasn't it?
"Kallista?” The voice in her ear belonging to the body at her back wasn't the one she expected. For one thing, it was female. Stone wasn't.
"Leyja?” Kallista's voice sounded as rough as she felt. “I thought I was dead."
"So did I.” Leyja hugged her, actually weeping, to Kallista's shock. Leyja hated tears more than Kallista. “So did we all, even after Torchay and Obed went to bring you back."
Leyja sat up and Kallista collapsed onto her back. She cracked an eye open and saw Leyja wipe both eyes with the heels of her hands before putting on a work face.
"Can you look at me, sweeting?” Leyja began her medic's examination as Torchay and Obed skidded into the room.
"Blessed be,” Obed whispered, staring at her.
"Kallista?” Torchay moved hesitantly toward the bed. “How are you feeling?"
"Terrible.” She winced as Leyja probed a tender spot. “Wonderful.” Kallista stretched hands out to both of them, smiling as they came. “I didn't think I would get to see our babies grow up."
These tears she didn't mind so much, the happy kind. When the four of them had cried on each other all Kallista could stand, Leyja and Torchay consented to help her sit up. “Where are the others?” she asked. “How are they?"
"All well,” Torchay said. “Keldrey took a bad cut across the ribs, but as long as you don't hug him too hard round the middle, he's well enough. They're just outside, anxious to see you, waiting their turn. We didn't want to overwhelm you."
"Overwhelm, overwhelm!” Kallista beckoned with both arms, her aches and exhaustion leaving faster with every moment. “Fox!” she called. “Aisse, Joh—all of you, come!"
They burst through the door with a happy babble of sound. Kallista hugged and kissed every one of them. She insisted that Keldrey open his invalid's wrap-front shirt to show her his wound. She called magic, delighting that she could, and healed him enough that she could hug him tight. She kissed Fox's nearsighted eyes and laughed when Aisse and Viyelle climbed onto the bed with her for their hugs. Joh's hair was loose this late in the day, spilling unbound over his shoulders in a silky brown curtain around her as they kissed. Kallista had to grab hold of Padrey and pull him from behind the others to hug him. Would he ever be comfortable with them?
"So,” she said, when the tears were dried and her ilian ranged around her. “What's happened? How long has it been?"
"Three endless days,” Obed said. “It's Peaceday."
The end of the week that had begun with the trial on Firstday. So much had happened in that short time.
"Shathina is dead?"
Obed nodded. “Bekaara is Head of Line now. She's already arranged to remarry Thalassa's father. All the slaves have been set free. The embassy is packed with freed slaves, and more are at Shakiri House. Bekaara has pledged to help us."
"We've already started sending them downriver to the coast,” Viyelle said. “To be transported home. So many are children, we can't send them over the mountains."
"No protests from the en-Kameral?” Kallista was surprised. “What happened to the riots? To the Samerics?"
"Some of them died.” Viyelle shifted position, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “But not as many as I would have thought, from the tales of your first demon."
Kallista shifted too, leaning back against—she looked to see—against Fox and Keldrey. “I saw the magic blow out, after it destroyed the demon. It didn't kill half the city?"
"Apparently not.” Joh swept his hair forward over a shoulder in a futile attempt to control it. “It—it seems to have broken something loose. Or perhaps bestowed something new."
"What?” Kallista's patience had never been long.
"Magic.” Aisse pillowed her head on Kallista's lap and said nothing more. Kallista looked back to Joh for answers.
"People are coming from everywhere,” he said, “manifesting magic they swear they never had before, hundreds of them. The High Prelate is frantic, wondering how to train them all.” He paused. “She's asked for our help."
"We'll give what help we can, of course.” Kallista idly stroked Aisse's hair as she thought. “Hundreds—half the population? A quarter?"
Joh considered. “About a quarter, I'd say. Maybe a little less. About the same as the ratio of naitani in Adara."
"So.” Kallista held up her hand and ticked items off on her fingers. “We have our son home with us. The local naitani have pried themselves out of their temple isolation. The justice system is beginning to reform. Magic has been restored in Daryath. The Adaran slaves are freed. The last demon is destroyed. Anything else we've forgotten to do?"
Everyone went still, ticking through their own mental lists, but before anyone could speak, the door opened and Lorynda peered in. The fearful expression on her face was swallowed up by joy as she threw the door wide and ran across the room, leading the children's invasion.
She scrambled onto the bed to hug her mother, then bounced off again to help Niona and Rozite lift the little ones up. Kallista hugged as many of them as she could, together and separately, not bothering to hide her joyous tears.
"See? I told you she was awake,” Lorynda announced to the nursery servants trailing behind. She climbed back up to claim a place under her mother's arm.
"Let them stay.” Kallista lifted Omri onto her lap before putting her arm back around Rozite as the servants discreetly vanished.
"I believe there might be one thing left for us to do,” Torchay said, pulling Sky into a rough embrace.
"And what could that possibly be?” Kallista hugged her children tight, worried. Had they left something undone?
"It's time we took this mob home and lived happily ever af—well, for however long we can.” Torchay cocked a significant eyebrow at Lorynda. “Depending on how many of them decide to manifest their magic early."
Was that how Lorynda—? Kallista eyed her red-haired daughter. Just what had all that magic done when she'd been pregnant with the twins? She exchanged a glance with Torchay and the others.
Their future might not be quite as calm and peaceful as she might have hoped, especially when the children started growing into teenagers. But it would be full of the gifts of the One—family, laughter, and most of all, with the eternal gift—love.
THE END
APPENDICES
APPENDIX 1
CAST OF CHARACTERS
—The Adaran Royal Family—
Kallista Varyl—Reinine of All Adara and Godstruck of the One Torchay
Omvir—ilias, bodyguard & sergeant in Adaran army
Stone Varyl vo'Tsekrish—ilias, former Tibran warrior
Obed im-Shakiri—ilias, nine-marked ex-dedicat from Daryath
Fox Varyl vo'Tsekrish—ilias, former Tibran warrior
Aisse Varyl vo'Haav—ilias, Tibran emigre
Joh Suteny—ilias, retired lieutenant in Adaran infantry
Viyelle Torvyll—ilias, prinsipella of Shaluine in Adara
Merinda Kyndir—ilias, East magic naitan
Leyja Byrek—ilias, bodyguard and ilias of current & former Reinine
Keldrey Borr—ilias, bodyguard and ilias of current & former Reinine
—The Children of Royal Family—
Rozite—age 6, daughter of Kallista & Stone, twin to Lorynda
Lorynda—age 6, daughter of Kallista & Torchay, twin to Rozite
Niona—age 6, daughter of Aisse & Fox
Tigre—age 5, son of Aisse & Joh
Sky—age 5, son of Merinda & Stone
Vonni—age 4, son of Viyelle & Fox
River—age 3, son of Aisse & Fox
Omri—age 3, son of Kallista & Obed
Sharra—age 2, daughter of Viyelle & Joh
Lissta—age 1, daughter of Aisse & Keldrey
—The Adarans—
Gweric vo'Tsekrish—West magic naitan & Tibran emigre
Edyne—High Steward in Arikon palace
Namida Chand—Adaran ambassador to Daryath
Allanda Vartain—ilias to Namida, lawyer specializing in Daryathi law
