If only Galerinos were still with them, he could ask the young druid to cast omens or deliver some kind of opinion based on the holy laws, but Gallo was far away safe, or so he hoped. He finished his wine, downed what Gerontos had left, then poured himself more. Lacking a holy man, he sought his answers in drink. After the fourth cupful, the room began dancing around him. Rhodorix lay down on the carpeted floor and slept.
I dont understand, Nallatanadario said. If they dont belong to your people, who are they?
I dont know, Hwilli said. But they certainly didnt understand a word I said to them.
The two apprentice healers, one human, one elven, were sitting in Hwillis tiny chamber, Hwilli cross-legged on her bed, Nalla on a high stool beside Hwillis slant-top lectern. On the walls, frescoes of rose gardens gave the small chamber illusory depth. Distant birds flew in the painted skies. While they discussed the two strangers, resting in a chamber just down the corridor, Nalla kept combing her silvery-pale hair. It tumbled in waves about her slender shoulders and down her back, so different from Hwillis own fine, limp hair that would have hung in ugly tendrils, or so Hwilli felt, had she worn hers free like Nalla did.
Could Master Jantalaber tell you anything more? Nalla said.
He thought perhaps they belonged to some northern tribe. With the Meradan on the move like this, their lands might have been attacked, too, and their tribe might have fled south. Hwilli shrugged uneasily. If thats true, there must be thousands of Meradan out there. It makes my flesh crawl, thinking that.
Mine too. Nalla looked down at the carved bone comb in her hand. Her fingers clenched tight around it. I wonder sometimes whats going to happen to us. I truly do.
Hwilli turned and looked out of the small window, set into the frescoes at the chambers end, that looked out to the actual sky. She could just see the tops of the fortresss towers, gleaming in moonlight. Well be safe here, she thought. Wont we? Nalla shuddered, as if she were wondering the same. She resumed combing her hair, then paused, and with a quick frown shoved the comb into the pouch hanging from her belt.
Anyway, Hwilli said, the masters going to ask the Guardians for help. He thinks the crystals Evandar gave him might allow us to talk to the men, since they transfer thoughts and images. But he doesnt know how they could actually translate our speech.
No ones ever sure how Evandar does anything.
Thats very true. And Evandar might not help with this, either. So I suppose theres nothing we can do but wait and see.
Thats the Guardians for you. Nalla slid off the stool and walked to the door. Are you coming to the refectory? The men will be waiting on table tonight in the great hall, so itll be just us women.
Good. I dont want to sit in the hall with the prince and his warriors. Hwilli got up to join her. All they talk about is the war.
What else is there to talk about?
You have a point, unfortunately. The master did say he was going to consult with the prince about the strangers. He was thinking that the prince might want send out a squadron to find the tribe they came from and see if theyd join the People.
Ah, to be allies, you mean. Nalla frowned, considering something. I wonder where Evandar found them, though. They could have been up on the Roof of the World, for all we know.
Quite so. Ill wager that the prince realizes that. I doubt if hell want to risk losing any of his men on a scouting expedition. The Guardians never seem to grasp the idea of distance.
That, alas, is very true. Or the idea of time, either. Nalla abruptly shuddered with a little shake of her head.
What?
I dont know, maybe an omen, maybe not. Theres so much to be frightened of, these days.
Well, thats true.
Yet Hwilli assumed that some long wisp of the cloud that covered future events had touched her. Nallas marked for the dweomer, Hwilli thought, while Im only here to learn herbs and the like. Master Jantalaber had made it clear to her from the beginning, that only the People could use dweomer, never the humble village folk that they treated like children at best and slaves at worst. As she and Nalla walked down the long corridor to the special dining area set aside for the healers in the fortress, Hwilli fought her endless battle between gratitude and envy.
Once they were sitting in the refectory with food spread on the table in front of them, gratitude won a temporary victory. Hwilli reminded herself, as she generally did, that shed been lucky to be chosen to study with a master healer, to live here in the fortress and have plenty to eat. Shed been born and raised in huts that always smelled of the manure and mud that filled in the chinks in the walls. Her parents had worked so hard that their backs were permanently bent and aching. Her father had died, feverish and half-starved, long before hed grown old. Her own life, even though brief compared to the spans allotted to the People, would be comfortable and respected because of her knowledge. But so brief, she thought. Still so brief.
Envy rose like bile in her throat. While the other women ate, chatting and laughing, she crumbled a bit of bread between her fingers and watched them. Despite their cat-like eyes and furled ears, they were beautiful, young and beautiful, and they would still be lovely hundreds of years on, when shed been dead and forgotten for those same hundreds of years.
Hwilli! Nalla said. Try some of this roast partridge. She leaned over and placed a choice slice onto Hwillis plate. Its awfully good.
My thanks. Hwilli managed to smile. I was just thinking.
About that handsome stranger? Nalla said. And he is handsome, or he will be after a bath. His brothers good-looking, too. Now, dont deny it.
Oh yes, I suppose they are. For men of my kind.
Well. Nalla paused for a grin. If you shut your eyes, you could ignore their ears.
When the other women laughed, Hwilli decided that hatred tasted like sour wine. She gathered a few bitter remarks, but when she looked Nallas way, Nalla rolled her eyes with a shrug toward the laughter, and Hwilli kept the remarks to herself.
Caswallinos, or so hed often told his apprentice, had also realized that distance and time meant nothing to Evandar, but much to the elder druids surprise and Galerinoss relief, the river did lie where that supposed god had told them. As they came down from the hills they could see the gleam of water far ahead, winding through a grassy plain scattered with huge boulders and dotted with the occasional copse. Laughter and cheers rippled up and down the line of wagons. The horses and cows raised their heads and sniffed the air, then walked a little faster.
As they hurried across the plain, Galerinos noticed several long and oddly straight lines of small stones. The savages had laid them out, he assumed, though the landscape made him think of old tales about the giants of olden times and their furious wars. Perhaps the Devetii had wandered into an armoury of sorts, with rocks laid ready for some battle that had never occurred.
Just at sunset they reached the river. The Devetian line of march spread out along its banks to allow their weary horses to drink. After them came the cattle and sheep. Only when the animals had drunk their fill, and the mud had had time to settle, did the humans wade into the river to drink and to collect the precious water in amphorae and waterskins. As priests, Galerinos and his master received their share first. After they slaked their thirst, they stood by their wagon and looked out across the stone-studded plain.
Just at sunset they reached the river. The Devetian line of march spread out along its banks to allow their weary horses to drink. After them came the cattle and sheep. Only when the animals had drunk their fill, and the mud had had time to settle, did the humans wade into the river to drink and to collect the precious water in amphorae and waterskins. As priests, Galerinos and his master received their share first. After they slaked their thirst, they stood by their wagon and looked out across the stone-studded plain.
This is a very strange place, Caswallinos remarked.
It certainly is, your holiness! All those rocks! Do you know why theyre here?
The Wildfolk told me that a big sheet of ice crawled down from the north. When it melted, it dropped them. Caswallinos shook his head sadly. The Wildfolk lack wits as we know wits.
So they must.
But rocks or no rocks, the land looks good enough to plant a crop in. We need to get the winter wheat in the ground.
Are we going to settle here for the winter?
We cant march in the snow, can we? Think! Besides, were going to have to build a bridge to get the wagons across that river. Its far too deep to ford.
Youre right, and my apologies, but it wearies my heart. This will be our second winter in Evandars country. Do you think well ever stop wandering?
Eventually even our cadvridoc will grow tired of slaughtering the white savages. Ive given him that omen to look for, one we can arrange when we find a suitable place.
Arrange? You mean you lied to him?
Lets just say I created a soothing truth.
But thats still lying Galerinos caught the grim look in his masters eyes and stopped talking in mid-sentence. Apologies.
Caswallinos snorted with a twist of his mouth.
Cadvridoc Brennos had reached the same conclusion, that the Devetii would set up a temporary settlement near the river and plant their carefully hoarded seed grain. That night, in the midst of campfires he called a general council of the vergobretes, the clan heads, and every free man who wanted to attend. Once the crowd had gathered, he stood on one of the smaller boulders and raised his arms for silence. In the firelight his golden torque and arm bands winked and gleamed. His stiff limed hair gave him the look of a spirit from the Otherlands.
You all know, he began, that we travel east in search of the omen granted to us by the gods. By another river well find a white sow whos given birth, and there well found our city.
The gathered men murmured their agreement.
But the year turns toward the dark, Brennos continued. According to the bronze marker of days that our druid carries, soon Samovantos will be upon us. We must plant our crops somewhere and build ourselves shelter. Now, right here the gods have given us plenty of stones to work with an omen, or so I take it. Id say that this is the place for our winter camp.
More murmurs, a few cheers as usual, Brennos had carried the day. Not even Bercanos of the Boar stepped forward to argue, an omen in itself, or so Galerinos thought of it.
For the first days here, Brennos began speaking again, well camp in our usual order, all together in case the savages attack us. After that, we can build farmsteads and walls to protect ourselves.
More cheers, more murmurs of assent.
While everyone was watering our stock, Brennos continued, I rode a little ways south. I found a grand supply of stone, waiting for us right beside a spring. We can use that to build a dun thatll strike fear in the hearts of the savages. What say you?
The entire assembly cheered him. The men of the council of vergobretes stood and threw a fist into the air to show their support. As the crowd scattered back to their various wagons and tents, Caswallinos and Galerinos left the camp to walk down by the river, rippled silver with moonlight.
Now, Caswallinos said. Tell me about that curse.
In as much detail as he could remember, Galerinos described what had happened up on the hillside. Caswallinos listened, nodding now and then.
I never dreamt you had this much of a gift, he said at last. Its time to let you know a few secrets, lad. The first is very simple. The power behind that curse didnt come from the god. It came from your own soul.
Galerinos stared at him with his mouth slack. I must not have heard right, was his first thought. Caswallinos laughed, just softly.
Dont believe me, do you? the druid said.
Of course I believe you, but Im just surprised.
There are bigger surprises ahead. This will do for tonight. Caswallinos glanced at the sky, where the full moon hung like a beacon. Id ask you to show me that blue fire, but I dont want you setting fire to the grass or boiling any undines out in the river, either. Huh. That reminds me.
The elder druid frowned at the water and whispered a message to Evandar. Galerinos waited, unspeaking.
There, Ive told the Wildfolk, Caswallinos said at last, though Ive no idea if theyll find Evandar or not. I havent forgotten your two cousins, lad. I know how close the three of you are, raised together like that.
Theyre more like brothers, master. Galerinoss voice went unsteady with fear. Ill pray he brings them back to us.
But Evandar never returned. Late that night Galerinos woke from an omen-dream of loss and realized, deep in his heart, that hed never see his bloodkin again.
Rhodorix woke to the sound of the bronze gongs booming over the fortress. Dawnlight streamed through the window, touching the painted walls with silver. His back ached from his nights drunken sleep on a thin carpet over a stone floor. He sat up, yawning and stretching the pain away. The chamber door opened to admit the healer and the pale-haired woman. They ignored him and marched over to the plank bed where Gerontos was lying. The healer held a knife with a long, thin blade.
Rhodorix scrambled to his feet what were they planning on doing to his brother? But as he watched, the healer deftly ran the blade under the cast around Gerontoss broken leg. The honey had stuck bandages and leg both to the planks as the cast had dried overnight.
With the leg free, the pale-haired woman helped Gerontos sit up, then slid him back to lean against the wall at the head of the bed. She turned away and called out. Servants hurried in, carrying food, fresh water, and an empty shallow pot covered by a cloth, which one of them handed to Rhodorix. Puzzled, he stared at it until the healer laughed and took it from him. With a few deft hand gestures he explained its use. The woman was grinning at him. Rhodorix felt his face turn hot with a blush, but he knew that he needed the thing after all that wine. The woman obligingly stepped out of the chamber.
Once he and Gerontos had relieved their aches, the servant whisked a cloth over the chamber pot and took it away. The woman came back in, carrying a basket.
Ah gen Evandares, she said.
She set the basket down on the table, then brought out a pair of crystal pyramids, one black, one white, glittering in the morning sunlight. She handed the black to Rhodorix but kept the white. When she gestured with her free hand, Rhodorix realized that she wanted him to hold the pyramid close to his face. She smiled when he did so, then spoke into her crystal.
My name is Hwilli. Her words seemed to come out of the black crystal, yet at the same time he heard in the normal way her speaking in her unfamiliar tongue. Whats your name?