The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure (49 page)

The ship, ‘Night’s Arrow’, was of Roselane design, and its crew were harish. Shamans among them were adept in affecting the weather, singing to the sea to quiet its tempers and calling up the winds to speed the journey. This was the harish equivalent of powerful engines and navigation systems. It seemed strange that the Roselane had developed the skill of shipwrighting, seeing as their territory was land-locked, but they had a strong presence in the domain of the Emunah, which extended widely around the Sea of Shadows and the smaller Sea of Arel that was connected to it.

Tel-an-Kaa explained to her companions that they must cross the Girdle, heading northeast, skirting round the eastern continent. There was a quicker way to Jaddayoth, which would mean going southeast past the vast temperate country of Almagabra, passing right through Gelaming waters, which the Zigane didn’t think was advisable. So, once they had made landfall on the eastern continent, a long and arduous journey lay ahead of them. They would have to cross the lands north of Almagabra and head towards Jaddayoth, which lay around the cold Sea of Shadows in an ancient landscape. Once at Jaddayoth’s border, they must sail down the Eragante River, passing through Elhmen, Gimrah and Maudrah territory, make their way to the Maudrah port of Morla on the Sea of Arel, and from there, journey upriver to Roselane. It seemed such an impossibly long way away, with so many dangers in between. Flick and Ulaume discussed the fact they must accept that travelling was to be their way of life for a considerable time to come.

Flick did not tell Ulaume what he’d seen on the cliff top as they’d left Megalithica. Had it really been Pellaz?

Lileem had been sure it was. ‘I carry the carving of him in my pocket all the time,’ she said. ‘When we were the in the boat, the stone went very hot. I could feel it right through my trousers and I was compelled to look at the cliff top. Don’t you think that means it was him?’

Flick wasn’t sure, but if it had been Pellaz, he had watched them leave. He knew they were on the ocean, and while Flick could not help but feel strangely warmed by the Tigron’s lone vigil of their departure, he knew it could spell danger also. What kind of creatures had Pellaz and Seel become, thinking they could interfere in other hara’s lives like this? They were no better than Uigenna.

Mima had no intention of keeping to Tel-an-Kaa’s plan of leaving Flick and Ulaume in the dark about the Kamagrian. While the Zigane might have to wait to assure herself they were to be trusted, Mima had no such reservations and neither did Lileem. Tel-an-Kaa was always around, so it was difficult to talk in private, but two days after their sea journey had begun, the Zigane went to her cabin to commune with her tribe and Mima and Lileem used this opportunity to speak with their companions. They gathered in the cabin Flick shared with Ulaume, while outside the Roselane shamans sang to the wind like birds.

Ulaume had not taken well to ocean travel and felt wretched. He said he’d been sick so many times, he’d soon be vomiting up internal organs, which none of his companions were particularly delighted to hear. While Lileem offered him hands-on healing, Mima repeated what Tel-an-Kaa had told her. Occasionally, Lileem would add a comment or an opinion, but for the most part let Mima narrate the tale. They had to impart all the information very quickly, before Tel-an-Kaa reappeared.

At the end of Mima’s story, Flick simply asked a typical Flick question: ‘How do you feel about this?’

‘Pleased in some ways,’ she replied, ‘but also wary of us being dragged into something against our will. The Zigane has very clear views about Lileem’s and my future.’

‘Do you want to go to Roselane?’

‘I’m curious,’ Mima replied. ‘I have to be, but I’m not sure I’ll want to stay there once my curiosity has been satisfied.’

‘By which time it might be difficult to leave,’ Flick said. ‘I hate all this, other hara – or in your case, parazha – making decisions about our lives. We were perfectly happy living on the Serpent until the Kamagrian started shouting in Lee’s head.’

‘We have a right to know about ourselves,’ Lileem said. ‘Don’t we?’

‘Of course.’ Flick shook his head. ‘I don’t know. Are the Kamagrian hostile to Wraeththu? What are we getting into?’

‘I don’t think they are,’ Mima said. ‘Although I get the distinct impression there is some friction between Roselane and Immanion.’

‘I’d expect nothing else,’ Ulaume said in a muffled voice from beneath Lileem’s hands.

She lifted them from his face. ‘Better?’

Ulaume sat up, grimacing. ‘Yes, much, thank you.’ He rubbed the back of his neck, stretched. ‘I think we should go along with the Zigane for now. As you said, you have a right to know everything about yourselves. We’re resourceful, and we’re not sheep. We’ve already dealt with many tricky situations. This can be no worse, surely.’

‘Except we don’t have Terez to help us,’ Lileem said, a remark that conjured an awkward and tense silence. ‘He won’t know where we are any more. Will he?’

‘We need to find out about ourselves, our strengths, our abilities,’ Mima said. ‘One day, I will go to Immanion, I swear it, and my life does not lie in the hands of others.’

‘Don’t you want to see him again?’ Lileem said to Mima. ‘Of course, he might already be in Immanion. He said he’d go there. In that case, he’ll be on the same continent as us. So he might be able to…’

Mima had fixed her with a cold stare. ‘Be quiet. That’s quite enough! As far as I’m concerned, I have only one brother, and I even have issues with him. I don’t want to hear another word about anyhar else.’ She was painfully aware how not one of them believed her, and she didn’t truly believe herself either. Unfortunately, there was a lump of pain in the way of rational thought, and Lileem was probably right: Terez could not track them down once an ocean lay between them, unless he’d already crossed it himself.

The worst aspect of such a long journey was the boredom. There were only so many times you could sit playing cards for hours on end, without feeling you’d like to rip every one into little pieces. The tortured writhing of the ship in the late Fall seas did nothing to make the experience more pleasant.

At first, Flick and Lileem had harboured hopes that the Roselane navigators might share some of their occult secrets with them – Lileem especially savoured the thought of being able to conjure up sea spirits – but they were a closed society, and while not rude, made it clear their most useful knowledge was not for the uninitiated. They were, however, more than happy to share their folklore with strangers. Among the Roselane, the King of the Winds is the mighty Chairom, Lord of the North. Beneath his rule are Ishliya, in the East, Tarsis in the West and Kerkutha in the South. Their sons are Nayutha in the southwest, Abathur in the north west, Muzania in the north east and Gauriel in the southeast. Chairom is feared most among harish sailors, because his temperament is unpredictable. Shamans control him through song and also through whistling. When they wish to call upon the winds, they whistle a certain refrain, supposedly pleasurable to the wind concerned. Lileem was keen to learn how to do exactly that, but the shamans only laughed and told her she would have to train in the Roselane city of Shilalama for many years to earn that privilege.

During the journey Zackala remained an enigmatic presence, who spent most of his time with the crew. Both Flick and Ulaume privately wanted to question him and discover whether he was the same har who had once known Cal, but he obviously didn’t want to get to know them.

One night, Tel-an-Kaa gathered everyone together to reveal the devastating information about what Lileem and Mima actually were. Ulaume and Flick had to act surprised, ask the right questions. Mima had already discussed with them how they should react to the Zigane’s news, and it seemed she had prepared them well. Tel-an-Kaa did not appear displeased with their responses.

This kind of behaviour galled Ulaume, who liked to speak bluntly when it suited him. He wasn’t disposed to accommodating others if he didn’t feel like it. His initial opinion of Tel-an-Kaa had changed somewhat. She was a deceiver, and Ulaume knew enough about deception to remain on high alert around the Kamagrian. If she could lie so convincingly, and with more than words, about the simple state of her being, what other political lies could she weave? Ulaume found it difficult to believe the Kamagrian were the retiring, solitude-loving ascetics that Tel-an-Kaa described. She, for example, was far too worldly to fit into that picture. As with Wraeththu, it might be that the majority of parazha were fed a strict diet of things to believe in, while their self-styled leaders did and thought as they pleased. Ulaume was quite interested to find out if his assumption was correct.

Although he didn’t speak of it in detail to Flick, Ulaume found it hard to accept everything Tel-an-Kaa had said to them. Mima was perhaps as cynical, but Lileem appeared to embrace the concept of Kamagrian wholeheartedly. Ulaume couldn’t help wondering if the insistence that Wraeththu and Kamagrian could never come together in aruna was not a simple tactic of division. Mima now felt relaxed enough to describe some of what she’d experienced with Chelone, and even she was not totally convinced by Tel-an-Kaa’s dire warnings. Something unusual had happened, and she felt she hadn’t the experience to deal with it, and aruna with Lileem was far more comfortable, but one day the issue should be examined properly.

Throughout the journey, the shamans on Night’s Arrow had called to Tarsis, the West wind, and he blew the ship all the way to the shores of the far land known now as Attaris, the domain of winter. Before land was in sight, but when birds could already be seen wheeling high above, the sea became calm. This was unnatural in those waters and the shamans set about at once their whistling and singing, but Tarsis had turned his back on them and had taken his sons with him.

The air was very cold and everyone huddled on deck, scanning the horizon. Zackala joined Ulaume and Flick at the prow, and for the first time deigned to speak to them. Although his head remained covered in a black scarf, his face was now visible: a dark countenance with a certain rakish gypsy appeal to it. ‘This is unnatural,’ he said. ‘Prepare yourselves for Gelaming activity.’ The prospect appeared to delight him.

‘Have they calmed the wind?’ Flick asked.

Zackala glanced at the sky. ‘More than that. They will wait for night to fall. We must hope our wind-singers are capable of combating it.’ He directed a wolfish grin at them and departed.

A strange twilight crept in from the west. Ulaume could feel all the small hairs on his body twitching, and he had to keep scratching his head. ‘Now might be a good time to reacquaint yourself with the dehara,’ he said to Flick.

Flick shook his head. ‘No. The ones I know of are inappropriate in this situation.’

‘Aruhani is your patron…’

‘He is not!’

Ulaume raised his hands. ‘It was just a suggestion.’

Flick frowned. ‘I know. Sorry. I just feel odd.’ He gripped Ulaume’s arm. ‘Look! Did you see that?’

Ulaume looked to where Flick was pointing along the deck. ‘No. What?’

‘A black, scurrying thing.’ He grimaced. ‘Nothing. It’s my imagination. The wind-singers told us that the black djinn come aboard ships before a tempest strikes.’

‘That is good news,’ Ulaume said laconically. ‘There’s nothing there, Flick.’ He peered up at the thick clouds overhead. ‘I don’t sense a storm. Something else. It will be a portal opening again.’

The eerie song of the shamans filled the cold motionless air. Ulaume could not see them from where he stood, and they might as well have been mer-creatures, their voices rising up the darkest depths of the ocean. He shuddered.

A call came from the high rigging. ‘Land, ho!’

‘Thank Aru,’ Flick murmured.

Ulaume thought it best not to comment upon Flick’s choice of oath. ‘We’re not that close,’ he said. ‘I won’t be happy until there’s ground beneath our feet. At least, then, we can run.’ He could not see land ahead, but his eyes were not trained to see it from this distance and the light was bad.

‘Somehar has lit a lamp above the sails,’ Flick said. ‘It’s weird. Must be a spirit lamp or something.’

A flickering blue white flame could be seen at the top of the mast. ‘Nohar has lit that,’ Ulaume said.

Flick was silent for a moment. ‘No, they haven’t,’ he said softly. ‘It is the cloud fire.’

‘Don’t tell me: it’s a bad omen,’ Ulaume said.

Flick smiled. ‘Not exactly, but it means strange influences are about.’

‘We should go to the others.’

Flick nodded. ‘Yes.’

Lileem was with Tel-an-Kaa and Mima on the main deck. The Zigane was the most anxious Lileem had ever seen her, which did not bode well. The Gelaming were coming and soon they’d cut open the sky and pour down like icy rain. Lileem shuddered as she looked at the thick cloud. It was too congested, as if the sky itself was infected with disease.

Ulaume and Flick came to join them and Tel-an-Kaa said, ‘The Tigron searches for you most earnestly, my friends.’ The comment sounded like a criticism.

‘I don’t know why,’ Flick said. ‘He hasn’t bothered before.’

‘I just hope Immanion hasn’t caught scent of Lileem or Mima,’ said the Zigane.

Flick grimaced. ‘I don’t think it’s that.’

Neither did Lileem, but she kept silent. All too often now, she was keeping silent. She felt like a watcher, observing life from the outside. It pleased her to think that none of her friends really knew her. It pleased her to think that one day she would know herself.