The Gate Thief (Mither Mages) (22 page)

“A fair gamble.”

“I trusted a king once,” said Anonoei.

“He never let you down.”

“But he did,” said Anonoei. “He may not have meant to, but he failed to find me and set me free.”

“My powers were too much for him,” said Wad. “What could he do against a gatemage?”

“Queen Bexoi did something,” said Anonoei.

“She murdered a baby when I was distracted. That was the limit of her power.” He said it calmly, as if the mention of Trick had not caused emotion to rage upward from his belly to fill his heart with grief and his mind with rage. “And she knew what I was. If Prayard had known, he would have suspected me, and if he had suspected me in your disappearance, he would have had me tortured to find out where you were.”

“You? Tortured?”

“He would have tried.”

“Did he even ask you?”

“I told him that I had looked at every inch of the castle and you weren’t there. Nor had I seen anyone carrying you out. All true, you’ll note.”

“And also lies,” said Anonoei. “I’m such a fool to believe in you.”

“I’m all you’ve got, and you’re all I’ve got.”

“All you’ve got to use against Queen Bexoi?” said Anonoei. “Why not just pass her through a gate to the bottom of the sea?”

“She has to lose and know that she has lost,” said Wad. “She has to see you in her place, and your sons in the place of her son.”

Anonoei laughed and nodded. “
Now
I can trust you.
Now
I know your heart.”

But she did not know him, not his heart, not his mind. Yes, he meant to wreak his vengeance on the queen, and so he spoke that way because Anonoei would understand that motive and believe him. But his real reason was that until he had put Anonoei back in her right place, beside the king, with her sons as his heirs, the guilt of his own crimes would be unbearably heavy, more than he could bear.

I spent fifteen centuries trying to save the world, and I would sacrifice it all for mere vengeance? Bexoi would never be brought to justice. She played the same game as all the royal people of the world; should she be called a monster because she was better at it?

No, Wad’s chief purpose was still and always would be to keep Bel from walking upon the face of Westil, taking its reins into his hand. If he could redeem himself for his crimes against Anonoei and her children, without discommoding that main purpose, that would be well and good. But for vengeance and retribution he would not cross the street.

Hearing such a thought in his own mind, he laughed bitterly. Self-deception always works—it has such a willing audience.

“What are you laughing at?” asked Anonoei.

“Myself,” he said truthfully.

When they explained the purpose of their upcoming journey to the boys, the younger one, Enopp, seemed to understand. Eluik, as usual, looked at the face from which the talking-noises came, but there was no sign that the language registered in his mind at all.

Then he talked to Roop and Levet.

“I did you no kindness bringing this woman and her children here,” said Wad. “I realize that now. The soldiers will be here soon, and if they don’t kill you outright, they’ll have you brought to the castle of Nassassa and torture you to tell them things you do not even know.”

Levet understood and her face flashed with anger, though she said nothing. Roop showed no anger. He merely bowed his head in resignation. “What must I do?” he asked.

“There is a windmage from Mittlegard named Ced. He’s being trained by a treemage at the southern end of Mitherkame. The treemage refuses to have a name, since trees have no language. I asked the treemage if he would object to having the meadows near him cultivated, and he did not mind at all. Fell no trees and he will be your friend. Until you have a harvest, he will teach you how to let the trees provide for you.”

“So we leave everything,” said Levet.

“Again,” said Roop.

“You’ve moved before. This time it will be a warmer place, with richer soil and a growing season long enough that it isn’t over before the seeds have pushed up stems and sunk roots fully into the earth.”

“What service will we owe the man?” asked Levet.

“None,” said Wad. “Not even the hand of your lovely daughter as his bride.”

They looked alarmed.

“I say he
won’t
require it,” Wad reassured them.

“Are there people in the world who would demand such things?” asked Roop.

“Kings require it of each other all the time. It’s how Queen Bexoi came to Iceway. She was forced on Prayard against his will.”

Roop reached out his hand to hold Eko. “You say we must do this.”

“Or leave your children orphans. Or watch them tortured before your eyes, if they believe you really know where I and this woman and her two sons have gone.”

“You’re a terrible friend to have,” said Eko.

“I am,” agreed Wad. “But then, I could have left you to your fate, not caring.”

“You’d never do that,” said Eko. “That is not the man you are.”

You don’t know the man I am, thought Wad.

As if she heard him, or guessed from his face, Eko said, “I know you better than you think.”

“Because you saw him crawling from a tree?” her little brother Bokky teased.

“Because he
did
bring them here,” said Eko. “He remembered us.”

“I wish he hadn’t,” said Levet.

“He remembered we were kind to him,” said Eko, “and so when he needed kindness for someone else, he came to us.”

“Yes,” said Wad.

Eko faced him boldly. “If you said that I would need to marry someone to save my family,” said Eko, “I would do it.”

“But I won’t say that to you,” said Wad.

“You’ll keep us safe,” said Eko. “From everyone?”

“I’ll take you to a place that I believe will be as safe as anywhere on Westil. More than that I can’t promise. I won’t be there to watch. It’s the best I can do.”

In the end, had they a choice? They gathered their few possessions, and Wad made a public gate for them, and they stepped through it, one by one.

Anonoei watched them do it, she and her sons.

Wad turned to her, when the last of Roop’s and Levet’s family had gone. “Now you know what it looks like,” he said.

“Going through a gate?” Anonoei asked. “I have fallen through the gate of my prison a hundred times.”

“What trust looks like,” said Wad.

“They’re not mages,” said Anonoei. “What choices do they have?”

“I don’t know what powers those children might have, and for all I know the father has some power with vegetables, or the mother a way with snakes. They have choices, as many as you have.”

Anonoei laughed. “I have as few as they, you’re right,” she said. “Perhaps they seemed weak to me because they love each other.”

It was such a shocking thing to say that Wad had no answer for her.

“I lived too long at court,” said Anonoei. “I have seen people owned, desired, and coveted, and I have seen people used, but few were loved, and few were loving.”

“You love your sons,” said Wad.

“I barely know my poor broken children,” said Anonoei, resting one hand on Enopp’s head, the other on Eluik’s shoulder. “Aren’t you going to follow those farm folk, and introduce them and the treemage to each other?”

“He’ll know who they are because they came through the gate, and they’ll know him because the gate has led them straight to him.”

“What if they come back through the gate?” asked Anonoei.

“The gate is gone. I took it back. I husband my gates carefully these days,” said Wad. “A few are all I have. You see, the Gate Thief got the rest.”

She looked at him sharply. “You said that you—”

“I was the Gate Thief for a thousand years or so,” said Wad. “I burgled one hearthoard too many. I am punished now, and the punishment is just.”

Wad turned to Eluik, who was not looking at him. “Whatever you are or might become,” said Wad, “passing through a Great Gate will strengthen you.” But the older boy gave no sign of hearing.

“He’s still singing to himself,” said Enopp.

Wad and Anonoei waited for the younger boy to explain.

“Alone in the cave, with all the falling,” said Enopp. “We sang to ourselves.”

Wad wondered if Enopp had some connection with his brother that allowed him to know what he was doing during their many months of isolation.

“That’s what
you
did, is it?” asked Anonoei.

“Of course,” said Enopp. “I sang every song I knew. You should have taught me more of them, Mother.”

“I’m glad you’re not still singing them now,” she said.

“Oh, I am,” said Enopp. “I hear them all the time. I just don’t listen to them. Eluik does, though. He’s still trying to understand the words.”

“But they’re all in plain language,” said Anonoei.

“Not the words of the
songs
,” said Enopp impatiently. “The words beneath the songs.”

“What words are those?” asked Wad.

“I didn’t understand them either, not at first, but I was little. There were many words I didn’t understand, when I was little.”

The words beneath the songs. Wad thought he might have some idea what words those were, and who spoke them. The gates that held the prisoner, that surrounded them—they were connected to Wad, to his hearthoard. To the place where the thousand gates of other mages were imprisoned. They had shouted all the time, Wad hardly heard them. But it was possible that these voices carried with the gates. That an isolated child, with nothing else to occupy him, might have heard something. Especially if there were gates in his own hearthoard, gates that he was yet too young to use. But the captive gates cried out to the captive boy, and if he was a gatemage himself, he would have heard them in the same way that Wad, at the height of his powers a millennium ago, could sense the location and the owner of every gate in two worlds.

Wad took the boy by his hand. “Would you like to come with me and your mother now?”

“And my brother,” said Enopp.

“Him too,” said Wad.

“Of course,” said Enopp. “It’s good to be out of the cave. Eluik is even happier than I am. He’s eager to go with you.”

Again Wad looked from the younger boy to the silent elder one. If Eluik objected to his little brother’s speaking for him, he gave no sign.

Enopp took his older brother’s hand, and Anonoei held him on the other side. Wad passed a gatemouth over them, and they were standing in the stone circle where the Wild Gate now shone plainly, obvious for anyone to see and use. It was good that the place was scarcely inhabited, that people shunned it. Stone circles were shrines no longer. Since the Great Gates were taken, they were regarded as dark places of ill fortune. They were avoided. All to the good. But that could not last forever. Someone would figure it out.

“Don’t let go of hands,” said Wad. And then, after a breath, he stepped through.

The Great Gate swallowed up the four of them, and they were standing in a barn, with cows around. A woman was attaching a machine to the udders of a cow.

“Is someone expecting you?” she asked politely, in a heavily accented version of the ancient language of West Ylly Way. Wad understood her, because he had already spoken to Danny North and Ced. There was no hope that her words would mean a thing to Anonoei.

“I wasn’t expecting
you
,” Enopp answered her, imitating her accent.

Another sign the boy might grow into a gatemage, to have a knack for languages.

“I’ve come to speak with Danny North,” said Wad.

“He isn’t here,” said the woman, turning her back.

Angry at this stranger for such treatment, Wad gated to the other side of her. But before he could speak to her, a cow kicked him hard in the leg. He cried out and fell, then passed a gate over himself.

“The only way to punish a gatemage,” said the woman, “is to take him by surprise.”

“Punish me for what!”

“I know who you are, Gate Thief,” said the woman. “I told him never to bring you to Mittlegard, yet here you are. Do you think because you have these darling children with you, I won’t hurt you? Especially the damaged one—why did you bring him here, except to protect you from me?”

“I didn’t know you were here,” said Wad, “and I don’t know who you are.”

“She’s my wife,” said a man’s voice. And in that moment, Wad was falling into a crevice in the Earth. Not a wide one, but it was enough to swallow him.

Wad gated to the loft of the barn. “I’ll never die by falling,” said Wad.

“Didn’t my wife inform you that our stepson is away?”

“He’ll be here,” said Wad.

“How can you be sure of that?” asked the woman.

“Because he’s been sensitized by passage through a Great Gate. He knows when someone passes through any gate in the world.”

That was when Danny North strode through the open door into the barn.

13

T
RUST

Danny was getting dressed for another morning practice when he felt it: Something had happened at the Wild Gate.

He stopped pulling on his running shorts, froze in position. The feeling didn’t come again. He tried to think what he had actually experienced. It came from that portion of his outself that was entwined in the Great Gate in the Silvermans’ barn.

It felt like when Veevee or Hermia passed through his gates. Only far stronger.

Why? Because it was a Great Gate?

Because it was more than one person going through a gate at once.

He had felt it before when his friends went through his first Great Gate, but had not been able to think about it then because he was immediately engaged with the Gate Thief.

Now he even knew the direction they had passed. It was a group of four people, and they came from Westil to Earth.

Whoever it was had arrived in Silvermans’ barn. It was milking time. Leslie would be there.

Danny even knew who it was. Because lingering after the sensation of the Great Gate being used there was another feeling—a quickening in the gates that Danny held captive inside him. The strange gates were saying—not in words, but deeper than words—“He is coming, he is coming.” And the gates that belonged to Loki himself were brightening because their true owner was now in the same world with them. “Let us go home,” they were saying, straining ever so slightly against the restraint of Danny’s hearthoard.