Fires of Azeroth (31 page)

Suddenly there was a broad meadow in the starlight, and the low hill that Lellin had named hove up. He broke through a thin screen of young trees and rode for that place.

White figures appeared before him in the starlight, white robes, white hair flying in the wind, aglow like foxfire. He saw the shimmer, tried to rein over at the last instant and could not avoid it.

There was dark.

"Khemeis."

A touch fell on his shoulder. He heard a horse near . . . sensed still the numbing oppression, of Gate-force in the air.

"Khemeis."

Lellin.
Coarse grass was under his hands. He strove to push himself up. Another hand reached to help him rise. He looked into Sezar's face . . . Sezar likewise in white such as Lellin's, neither of them armed. He cast a dazed look about him, at white-robed
qhal,
at the two who had once been
arrhendim . .
. one of the
qhal
held the reins of his horse, which stood with legs braced as if it were still dazed.

And others . . . Merir, who dismounted and took his place among the
qhal
in white robes, a taint of gray among them. Roh was there at a distance, among the
arrhendim,
who grouped together as if in great fear.

"You are permitted," Lellin said, pointing toward the hill. "She sends for you. Go, now, quickly."

A moment he looked a second circuit of him, looking on the white figures, feeling the silence. His senses still swam. Gate-force worked at his nerves. He turned suddenly and went, overwhelmed with anxiety. One of them shadowed him, pointed the way that he should take up the hill, where a trail began among the trees which marched up its side. He did not run, but he wished to.

It was not a high hill, hardly more than a rocky upthrast amid the forest. At either side of him were trees aged and warped, twisted by wind or Gate-force, strange shapes in the starlight. He climbed that path carefully, his heart frozen in dread of the thing that he might find in this smothering silence.

The path bent, and she was there, a white figure like the others, as Lellin had been, standing among the rocks. Wind tugged at her white hair and her thin garments . . . unarmored and unarmed she was, when never willingly would she part from
Changeling.

"Liyo,"
he said in half a voice, and stopped . . . human, and feeling it mortally. He did not want to come closer and find her changed; he did not want to lose her like that.

But she came to him, and there was no difference but the clothing: the strength was there, and the recklessness. Wraith she seemed, but this wraith scrambled down from the rocks with Morgaine's energy, a hand to this side and the other to catch herself, and a hand to him at the bottom. He seized her as if she might prove illusion after all, and they flung arms about each other with the desperation of sanity returned.

She said nothing. It was long before he thought of saying anything. But then he thought of her wound, and realized how thin she was, and that he might be hurting her. He drew her aside to the rocks and gave her a place to sit, cast himself to a lower stone beside her. "You are well," he breathed.

"We saw the smoke . . . from here. I hoped . . . hoped that you were somehow the cause of that alarm. I sent word, such as the
harilim
can bear. And I saw you coming . . . from this hill. I could not prevent them. I shouted, but in the wind, they did not hear, or heed. Lellin . . . Lellin found you, did he not?"

"Down near the river." His voice failed him and he rested his head against the stones at his side. "Oh Heaven, I did not know how I would find you."

"Sezar found Mai dead on the riverbank. And traces of horses about her. They searched further . . . but there were Shiua aswarm in that area and they had to come. back. What happened?"

"Trouble enough." He reached for her hand, held it tightly, to assure himself she was solid and with him. "What of you? What are these folk? What are we amid here?"

"Arrha.
Keepers of Nehmin, among other things. They are dangerous. But without them I would not have survived, whatever else we have to do one with the other."

"Are you free?"

"That is a question yet to be tried. There is nowhere to go from here. Three nights ago the marshlanders tried our defenses. They are still out there. We held them then. Lellin . . . Sezar ... the
arrha.
I have tried to stay back from it, to avoid having them know me ... but then I could not. Even so it was close."

A host of questions pressed on him. He felt her hand, how thin and fragile it had become. "Are you all right? Your wound-"

She moved her hand to her hip, where the leg joined. "Mending. The
arrha
are skilled healers. It was a bad one. I came close enough to dying. I do not remember the last of that ride, but that Lellin and Sezar knew where they were going ... or thought they did. And the
arrha
... let us pass."

"If you had not stayed ahorse . . ." He did not finish the thought, sickened by it.

"Aye. I had the same thought for you. But you reached Merir after all. And yet you sent me no message."

He was confused for a moment, realizing then how she had misconstructed things. "Would my course had been that direct," he said, and a sudden fear possessed him, reluctance to admit what had happened . . . most of all to have her know he had been in the enemy's hands. Gate-force could change men: Roh was proof enough of that; and he recalled a time when she would have killed out of hand for any such doubt of a companion. "Forgive me," he said. "I have used allies in getting here that you will curse me for taxing. And Merir knows both what you hold and what you have come to do... what
we
came to do. Forgive me. I trust too easily."

She was silent a moment. Fear touched her eyes. "The
arrha
know both by now, then."

"There is more,
liyo.
One of the men out there is Roh."

She drew back.

"I have been to the Gate and back again," he said hoarsely, refusing to let her go.
"Liyo,
on my soul, I had no choice; and I would not be here but for Roh."

"What of an oath you swore? What of that? You were not to let him live. And you have brought him to me?"

"He has helped us both. He asked only to see you; that was his condition. I warned him ... I confess that I warned him and tried to persuade him to run. But he would come. He has run out of friends. And without him-. Will you not hear him?"

She looked down. "Come with me," she said, and rose, still with her hand in his. He rose and walked with her among the rocks, down the other slope of the hill, by yet another trail. "Our camp is here," she said as they walked. "Extraordinary dispensation: no axe touches Nehmin . . . but the
arrha
brought wood from the outside, and built this for us. In some regards they have been more than kind."

A wooden shelter was almost hidden among the tall trees; a ghostly horse grazed beside it ... Siptah. He recognized the gray Baien stud with a pang of relief, for Morgaine loved that horse, and had she lost him, she would have grieved . .. as much, he thought, as she might for him, for the gray horse had come with her farther and longer. Two other horses grazed slightly apart: Lellin's and Sezar's, one conspicuous for its white stockings. All of them looked sleek and well-cared for.

"Roh," she murmured as they descended toward the shelter. "The
arrha
meant to hold all of you from me at least overnight, to ask their own questions, I do not doubt. But they understand the bond of
khemeis
and
arrhen,
and when I accused them of harming you, they let you come, out of shame, I suppose. Roh's presence ... that concerns me. I would not have him giving witness of me."

"We might try to break out of here."

She shook her head. "I fear our choice is in the Shiua's hands. They are on two sides of us at least." She drew back the curtain of the shelter, gray gauze like the
harilim's
veils, like old moss, many layered. It swung against his face as he entered, and he did not like the feel of it.

Morgaine bent and touched a reed to a brazier of coals and transferred that tiny flame to a single-wicked lamp, so that a dim light surrounded them. "The
harilim
do not like fire," she said. "But we are very careful. Drop the curtain. Shed the armor. No enemies can come at us here without a great deal of trouble, and as for the
arrha . . .
they are of a different sort. I will find out what we have about here to eat."

He stood motionless in the center of the small shelter as she searched through the collection of jars in the corner. There was Siptah's harness, and that of Lellin's and Sezar's horses; there were three pallets, with gray gauze veils dividing one off for privacy; Morgaine's armor, laid neatly in the corner; and
Changeling
... as if it were only another sword, leaned by it. Even to have walked up to the hilltop without that fell thing was something incredible in her ... a dulling of cautions by which she had survived. There was after all a change about her, something alien and distant. In this place of familiar things . . . she was the difference. He watched her in the dim light, slender and delicate as the
qhal
in the white garments . . . and her features when she looked up at him: the tautness of pain had been there recently.
So close,
he thought with sudden anguish,
so very close to losing her; perhaps that is the mark on her.

"Vanye?"

He reached for the straps of his armor, worked at them clumsily, managed them. She helped him pull it off, received the two-stone weight of mail into her hands and laid it aside. He unlaced the haqueton and shed it, sank down onto the mat with a sigh. Then she gave him water to drink, and bread and cheese of which he could eat only a few bites. He was more content simply to lean against the support of the shelter and rest. It was warm; she was there. It was for the moment, enough.

"Do not worry about the others," she said. "Lellin and Sezar will give warning if anything threatens us, and the
arrha
refuse to lay hand on them or me. -Oh, it is good to see thee, Vanye."

"Aye," he murmured, for his voice was too taut to say more.

She sat on the mat beside the brazier, locked her hands about one knee. A moment she gazed at him, as if taking in small details. "You have been hurt."

"It passes."

"Your fall out there-"

"I rode into that blind." He grimaced. "I thought to warn you... of my company."

"You succeeded." Her face grew the more concerned, deeply distressed. "Vanye. Will thee tell me what happened?"

"Roh, you mean."

"Roh.. And whatever else thee thinks good for me to know."

He glanced down, up again. "I have gone against your orders. I know that. I could not kill him. I confess to you . . . it has not been the first time. I agreed with him that I would speak to you ... he asked nothing more, not even that much, but I told him that I would; I owed him. He is out of allies, out of hope, except to come here."

"And you believe him."

"Yes. In that-I do believe him."

Her hands clenched on her knee until the knuckles were white. "And what do you expect me to do?"

"I do not know. I do not know,
liyo."
He made the profound obeisance, which gesture she ordinarily hated, but the time demanded it. "I told him that I would speak with you. Will you let me do so, and hear me? I set my word on that."

"Do not hope that it will make any difference. My choices are not governed by what I would or you would."

"All I ask is a hearing. It is not easy to explain. In any sense, it is not easy. And I have asked few things of you, ever."

"Aye," she said softly, drew a long breath and let it go. "I will listen. I will at least listen."

"For long?"

"As long as you wish. Til the sun rises, if that is what you want of me."

He bowed his head against his hands a moment, gathering his thoughts. Nothing would make sense except from the beginning . . . and there he began, far off the matter of Roh. She looked perplexed at that . . . but she listened as she had said she would do; her gray eyes lost their anger and bore only on what he haltingly told her: things of himself, and his home, small things that she had not known of him, some of which were agony to tell... what it was for a half-Chya lad in Morija, what constant war Nhi and Chya had known, and how he came to be a Nhi lord's bastard. And there were things even of times that they had travelled together, things which he had seen and she had not... of Liell; and Roh; of the night they had spent in Roh's hall at Ra-koris; and another with him in the woods near Ivrel, when she had slept; or in Ohtij-in of Shiuan, unknown to her. He watched understanding flicker into sometime anger, and puzzlement return; she said nothing.