No Flame But Mine (59 page)

A flash of white teeth from the third man then. And braids sliding out of the Olchibe one's hood. And this one, this one on the doorstep, his blue eyes in the square and wind-burned face, blue as the sky of dawn-dusk was going, and each with a glint of crimson red.

But Thryfe could say nothing, only hold the plush and living body of the little black hare, with his ring he had given her in her human time tangled in her fur.

‘She's all I could bring away from the fire,' the first man said again. His voice was like the stillness of the earth. ‘She
is
there, I swear to you, Thryfe, her
soul
is there. But never in this life again can she be human. Wait till the next life, Father. Till then, keep her safe. She knows you, if not all she did. Until next time, Highness. Keep her safe.'

And Thryfe stands by his door in the seconds that prologue sunrise, holding the black hare in his arms. And the three men turn and walk away, and their shambling becomes striding, and at the perimeter of the snow, between Winter and Spring, dark and day, each one vanishes. Like a star, like a flame, like a sun.

How long after? Years, half a century. Thryfe the magician is long-lived too and barely changes, and his pet creature the hare, she thrives and lives on too. She
will
live as long as he does. On their last journey neither means to set off alone. There has been enough of that.

This evening, and when it is only the new gods know, Thryfe sits before the magic mirror of the oculum, and he strokes her soft head. She is no pet, of course. Nor is she, as he was told, Jemhara any more. But something within her
is
Jemhara and has persisted. And he loves her, she him. Passionate committed love need not always be sexual, nor pinned between the same species. Love is
love
.

Together then they watch as the oculum sweeps through the continents, conjuring cities as they rise, and garths and sluhtins and all the congress of peoples also rising from the grave of genocide and of the ice. The ice has mainly gone away, retreating to mountains by now. And as the seas have risen from vast waves and meltwater, islands decorate the coasts where once the ice fields clutched them.

Groups of Stones too the oculum has looked at, the tall standing Stones that dot the continents and formerly gave off lapis light and green, and now one and all are only blank grey monoliths leaning up on the air. Silently they form the markers of an active power that grows latent, if hardly lax. Even the Gargolem has obeyed this power. In the end even Winter has had to kneel before it.

Thryfe has known a great while.

Much of mankind knows.

All come to it in diverse ways, often via parochial concepts. But all have solved, or will solve, this ultimate equation.

While on this calm evening Thryfe is to be granted a final definitive vision. It is the profound reply which only the Final and Profound God can render, and that solely to the psychic and the mage.

It happens.

The oculum having shown so much, including even the artistically forested continent of Brightshade up by the pole, shimmer-clouds like abalone. And through the smog someone appears. Someone – something—What, what is here?

I am here
—

She says.

She. Yes, a goddess, of a sort. One of the Gods of the Ultimate Equation.

Through Thryfe's brain slip all the strategies of the board game he and humankind, godkind, have been made to play. What has seemed autonomous has frequently
not
been. What has seemed to be manipulation –
is
.

And in the mage-mirror these segments float and organize themselves before him.

The birth of Saphay he sees, and how she has sprung from a will more potent than any mortal process. The rape of her by Zeth he sees, and the rape in turn
of
Zeth by Saphay, the robbery of sunfire. Yet it is
not
by Saphay but by what is
in
her, what has
made
her for that very deed. In a surge the images chase across the sorcerous screen, each act of the story from opening line to last. Even Thryfe is there, he and Jemhara, little pieces on the colossal board.

And he beholds the two of them far back, in that previous mansion when the Ice Age ruled. When time fractured and slid in panes, staying one and propelling the other onward, the Eagle and the Hare, so they should fatally meet and so be snared. And then the timeless gap of their orgasmic first lovemaking, which preserved them both from the White Death. And he had blamed her for all that, for snaring him. But neither she nor he had been guilty. The ice-web of time had saved them for the convenience of what moved them on the board, before, and since.

And what has moved not only them, but all of them, all and everything, is this other that now he sees in the mirror. This Other.

And She speaks again. She speaks.

She is female, the image in the oculum.

Indescribable?

Yes. Or is there the slightest hint in Her of Saphay? Perhaps, perhaps. Why is that inexplicable when Saphay was the firstborn creation, the very first game-piece of all? And in some ways the strongest of them all, perhaps having to be so. The most like her
Mother
.

And is this barely describable She beautiful?

Beautiful and terrible. And compassionate. And without pity.

And
what
is She?

The world, that is who and what She is. She is the
earth
.

Five centuries of Winter smothered and chained Her. Her lovely mantle, Her precious body and locks of fabulous hair. Her lands, Her seas, Her verdure, the life that is Her children, man and beast, all these enslaved, and in the cold forgetting Her. Of course She would rebel and plan Her freedom.

And deep within, as She has broadcast in Her Stones, Her fire still flaming bright. Bright enough at last to cause another sun.

To Thryfe She speaks, and so to the hare, who listens also.

To the whole earth She speaks, She who
is
the earth.

Never believe you have done any of this. Nor have they done it, the pantheon of gods I have made you. Not even he, the Sun.
My
Sun.
My
son. Save only through Me.

None can steal My fire unless I grant its use. For who but I lighted the fire of all things in the world? There is only One igniting Flame. And this belongs neither to men nor to gods. It is Mine, and Mine alone.

No Flame but Mine
.

GLOSSARY

Balnakalf
– Whale foetus: Rukarian

Borjiy
– Berserker, fearless fighter: Jafn

Chachadraj
– A cat-dog, product of the mating of a cat and a dog (see also
Drajjerchach):
Gech originally

Chaiord
– Clan chieftain/king: Jafn

Corrit
– Demon-sprite: Jafn

Crait
– Type of lammergeyer: Rukarian uplands

Crarrow
(pl.
Crarrowin
) – Coven witches of Olchibe and parts of Gech

Crax
– Chief witch of
Crarrowin
coven

Cruin
– Coven witches of Gech in the time of Sham; by later eras they are more usually called also
Crarrowin

Cutch
– Fuck: Jafn and elsewhere

Dight
– To make love, or fuck

Dilf
– One of several forms of dormant grain and cereal: general, but found mostly in more fertile areas

Doy
– A masturbatory aid used by one unable to find a woman; often applied however to a woman deemed unsatisfactory: Rukarian

Drajjerchach
– Dog-cat, product of the mating of a dog and a cat (see also
Chachadraj):
Gech originally

Dromaz
(pl.
Dromazi
) – Type of camelid: Simese

Endhlefon
– Time period of eleven days: Jafn

Firef ex
– Phoenix: Rukarian

Fleer-wolves
– A kind of wolf-like jackal: general to the Ruk

Forcutcher
– Insulting variation, of obscure exact meaning, deriving from the word
cutch

Gargolem
– Magically activated metallic non-human servant; the greatest of these creatures guarded the kings at Ru Karismi prior to the White Death: Rukarian

Gler
– Demon-sprite fond of taking on human form: Jafn

Gosand
– type of wild goose: Simese

Graron
– Rogue leek or garlic, normally a hot-house crop

Hnowa
– Riding animal: Jafn

Horsaz
(pl.
Horsazin
) – A breed of horse apparently part-bred with fish; scaled and acclimated to land and ocean: Fazion, Kelp and Vorm

Hovor
– Wind-spirit: Jafn

Insularia
– Sub-river complex belonging solely to, and solely accessible to, the
Magikoy:
Ru Karismi

Jatcha
– Hound of Hell, normally only encountered beyond life

Jinan/Jinnan
– Magically activated house-spirit: Rukarian –
Magikoy

Kadi
– Type of gull general to the Southern Continent

Kiddle/kiddling
– Baby or child up to twelve years: an Olchibe term which, due to the war, has spread

Lamascep
– Sheep of long, thick wool: general to the Ruk

Lashdeer
– Fine-bred, highly trained chariot animals used for high-speed travel over snow and ice: Rukarian

Mageia/Magio
– Female and male witch or lesser mage: rural Ruk Kar Is, and elsewhere in the north

Magikoy
– Order of magician-scholars, established centuries in the past; possessed of extraordinary and closely guarded powers: Ruk Kar Is and elsewhere in the Ruk

Maxamitan Level
– Highest level of achievement available to
Magikoy
apprentice; the next step is to become a
Magikoy
Master (NB not all
Magikoy
however are known as ‘Masters'): Ruk Kar Is

Morsonesta
– Burial ground located in the
Insularia
of the
Magikoy:
Ru Karismi

Oculum
–
Magikoy
scrying glass, or magic mirror of incredible scope: Ruk Kar Is

Ourth
– Elephant or (especially) mammoth: Olchibe

Prak
– Derogatory term for a ‘loose' woman; the nearest equivalent is ‘slag': Rukarian, but also found elsewhere

Ruk/Ruk Kar Is
– Definition; Ruk Kar Is refers mainly to the more populated and ‘civilized' areas of the Ruk, such as cities, ports. The term Ruk involves the whole region and includes the eastern backlands and parts of the Marginal.

Scrat
– Type of rat; see also
scratchered:
general to Southern Continent

Scratchered
– Basically, over-used: Jafn in origin

Seef
– Demon, type of vampire: Jafn

Sihpp
– Similar to
Seef
: Jafn

Slederie
– Primitive land-raft drawn by sheep or sometimes dogs: Ruk and south-east mostly

Slee
– Riding ice-carriage: Rukarian

Sleekar
– Deer-drawn ice-chariot: Rukarian

Sluhtins
– Large city groupings of
sluhts:
Olchibe

Sluhts
– Communal tent/cave/hut dwellings: Olchibe

Tibbuk
– Room kept for the inhaling of various smokes to do with scrying and prophecy: shamanic Simese

Towery
– Complex of towers connected to each other by walkways and/or inner passages:
Magikoy
, Ruk Kar Is

Trech
– A prostitute who cheats or steals from an honest client: backland Ruk

Vrix
– Demon-sprite: Jam

Werloka
– Male witch: Jafn

White Death
– The fatal energy blast, and also subsequent plague, that resulted from the unleashing of
Magikoy
weapons against the horde of the Lionwolf: general

Acknowledgements

All my thanks to those who have contributed inspiration throughout, notably, as so often, my husband and partner John Kaiine.

And my gratitude and appreciation to my editor Peter Lavery and my copy-editor Nancy Webber, for their patience, tenacity and clear vision.

I would also like to acknowledge and extend thanks to the three ladies whose generosity permitted the names of
Lionwolf
's foremost goddess:

Chilel (Chillel), Winsome, and Toyin (Toiyhin).

About the Author

Tanith Lee (1947–2015) was born in the United Kingdom. Although she couldn't read until she was eight, she began writing at nine and never stopped, producing more than ninety novels and three hundred short stories. She also wrote for the BBC television series
Blake's 7
and various BBC radio plays. After winning the 1980 British Fantasy Award for her novel
Death's Master
, endless awards followed. She was named a World Horror Grand Master in 2009 and honored with the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement in 2013. Lee was married to artist and writer John Kaiine.

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