Prophecy, Child of Earth (38 page)

They had a natural ability to turn the tables on them, to bind them, in a way.

'A Dhracian, by the strange pattern of its own natural rhythms, can hold a F'dor in thrall, make it impossible for it to escape from the host while the ritual is in force. In theory, a Dhracian could help sniff the demon out, and hold it in its human body while someone else killed it. Then both parts, the human and the demon, would be destroyed. I always hoped to happen across a Dhracian in my travels, but of course I never did."

Rhapsody thought back to the moment of Achmed's accidental renaming on the streets of Easton. "Did you know the Brother?"

'The Brother?" Oelendra gave her an odd look. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a very long time. Nay, I did not know him. What makes you ask about him?"

Rhapsody hesitated for a moment. "I heard the name once and wondered what it meant."

'The Brother was the greatest assassin the old world had ever known, if the tales were true. Hall-Dhracian, he was said to be the first of that race to be born on Serendair, and so was granted a bond to that land that increased his natural vibrational sensitivity. The Dhracians were all innately vibrationally sensitive, but in part due to his physiology, and in part to his status as the Eldest, his talent was greater than any other. What is more, he was bound to blood, much as you are to fire. Together, these skills made him a deadly foe.

'

'Twas said he could hear the heartbeat of an intended victim anywhere in the land and lock his own to it; I think that was part of the reason for his name. Once that happened, there was no place on the Island that his intended victim could run to escape him. And his skill was not only that of a seeker, but also of a slayer. He knew more ways to kill than anyone, but'twas his speed and accuracy that proved the most dangerous. He could slay most opponents before they had the capacity to draw their swords, and that was only if one were lucky enough to have seen him coming. For the Brother did not need to see his victim; with his uncanny vibrational awareness, all he needed was to get within range of his weapon and fire—and the cwellan, his weapon of choice, had an astonishing range."

'About a quarter-mile," Rhapsody said absently.

'I wouldn't know," Oelendra replied. Rhapsody looked quickly at the woman, who was gazing at her purposefully.

'I'm sorry; please go on."

The Lirin champion gave her a long look, then continued. "He had always served as an independent, neutral to all causes and serving no one lord, but rather whoever interested him and paid for his talents at the moment.

'Then, that seemed to change. We never knew for certain, but it seemed that during the early days of the Seren War he began to serve the enemies of the Seren king. He performed services that did not include just standard assassinations, but also other tasks, and several of our leaders and allies met their ends through the deadly disks of the cwellan.

'It seemed quite odd to us, for, as I told you, Dhracians are the ancient enemy of the F'dor. It was strange enough for the Brother to have chosen sides in a political argument, but for him to have served the F'dor, or even their allies, seemed to be against the natural order of things. And then one day he vanished, never to be seen again. 'Twas one of those mysteries to which we never found the answer."

Rhapsody nodded, but remained quiet. She turned slightly away from the fire, hoping Oelendra wouldn't pressure her for answers. She did not. The older woman just watched her for a while before returning to silently staring at the flames.

cAshe's face haunted her dreams that night, as it had for weeks. Oelendra had come the first night when she had woken, crying out in her nightmare, to find Rhapsody sitting up in bed, shivering beneath the heavy furs, her eyes staring wildly.

'Are you all right, dear?"

After a moment Rhapsody nodded. "I'm very sorry, Oelendra; I'm afraid I do this a lot. Perhaps it^'s best if I sleep in the garden." She began to rise from .the bed.

'Don't be foolish," said the older woman, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

She reached out and gently stroked the Singer's hair. "You can't help it if you're prescient. 'Tis actually a useful skill, if it doesn't ruin your health due to sleep deprivation."

'Or that of your friends," Rhapsody said. "You've known other people who are prescient?"

'Many of the First Generationers were. I think it contributed to their eventual insanity."

Rhapsody sighed. "Well, I can easily see how it could."

'Don't let it discourage you, Rhapsody, and don't underestimate the importance of the power. It can be a bellwether, a forewarning or a clue when there is no other.

What's a little sleep lost if it saves your life, or ends the threat of war?"

Her words came back to Rhapsody now as she woke again, clammy from the sweat of fear. In her dream Ashe sought her endlessly, hunting her wherever she went. Each time she found safety he would be there momentarily, following her ceaselessly. Finally he had caught her; she had been unable to wrest herself free as he spun her forcefully around, took her head in his hands and jerked it skyward. He took her sword hand in his own and raised Daystar Clarion to the heavens, pointing it at a distant star.

'Hiven vet."
Say it
. "Ewin vet."
Name it
.

She had whispered the name of the star, though upon wakening she had forgotten what it was. With a furious roar, starfire descended from the sky and struck a figure some distance away; its body arched in agony and burst into flames.

As she watched it burn, the figure turned slowly.

It was Llauron.

She woke once again, alone in the dark, trembling.

c,'Vhapsody, you're not concentrating." Oelendra's voice was patient, but had a touch of scolding in it. " 'Tis easy enough for you to call upon the fire aspects of the sword, and that's good. You have a natural affinity for those powers that I did not have, it helps you link to it, but you need be able to utilize all of its attributes if you are to fight the enemy that is waiting for you. Fire is not enough to destroy the F'dor—'tis their own element. You need to make that link with the ethereal aspects of Daystar Clarion. You need to reach out to the stars. If you do not know the
seren
, you will die when you face the F'dor. Now try it again, and this time concentrate."

'I know, I'm sorry." Rhapsody tried to clear her thoughts and focus on her breathing. She held the sword before her, closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. In a moment she saw the world like a grid, lines roughly forming the silhouettes of rocks and trees. Oelendra appeared as a glowing human form. She hummed her naming note,
da
, and the sword seemed to change its vibration to match the tune.

At once the clarity of her vision increased, and even through the brightness of the sun the stars suddenly seemed to come out. The landscape of the garden appeared on the imaginary grid, everything plotted in proportion and place except for the river that flowed through the field. She noted that she could not see through it. It caused a disturbance in her vision, and she began to wonder if that was how Ashe would appear. At the thought her concentration broke and her inner vision of the world vanished. Rhapsody sighed heavily and lowered her sword.

'I'm sorry. My mind just keeps wandering."

Oelendra sat on a garden bench and pointed to the seat next to her. "Do you want to tell me about it?"

Rhapsody stood quietly for a moment, then came over and sat beside her. "How do you know for certain whether to trust someone?"

'You don't," Oelendra replied, "not really. You have to take people as individuals, listen to what they say and judge that against what you know. You have to give others the benefit of the doubt, but hold a piece of your trust in reserve until they prove themselves one way or the other. You are blessed with extraordinary wisdom, Rhapsody. Look into his or her heart and see what you find there."

'What if there isn't time to wait until they prove themselves? What if you don't know anything about the person? What if you can't see into his heart? What if you can't even see his face?"

Oelendra sighed, her eyes clouding with memory. "That's a hard place to be, Rhapsody. I was really only in it once. When I first became the Ili-achenva'ar, I met a man who seemed to be willing to help me, but those were troubled times, more so perhaps than even today, and I was a hunted woman. Then he came my way out of nowhere and offered his assistance. I didn't know whether I could trust him or not. F'dor are masters of deceit; in those days there were more of them, and my enemies had countless servants. 'Twas quite a dilemma; if I made the wrong choice it meant that I could be killed and that Daystar Clarion would fall into the hands of our enemies. That was a blow my allies might not have survived. Finally, I just had to trust my heart. 'Tis all we really have in the end, anyway."

Rhapsody looked crestfallen. "That's not good news. My heart has not proven reliable."

Oelendra smiled. "We all make mistakes. I think perhaps you should give your heart a second chance. I know you well enough to trust what you would discern."

'You shouldn't gamble your life on anything I would decide."

Oelendra her reached out and touched the young Singer's face. "In a way I already have. And I am confident the wager was a winner." Rhapsody smiled and looked down.

'What ended up happening with this man?"

'I married him," Oelendra said with a broad smile. "His name was Pendaris, and in our short time together we loved a lifetime's worth."

'What happened?" Rhapsody asked gently.

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'He died in the Seren War; he didn't live to see the exodus of the Cymri-ans,"

Oelendra answered. Her smile grew nostalgic. "Not long after we were married we were captured by F'dor and those that served them. They tortured him to death."

Rhapsody touched her hand. "I'm sorry, Oelendra."

'

'Twas a terrible war, Rhapsody, one you should be grateful that you missed. But in the end, at least he and I were able to share the time together that we did. The truth is, if I hadn't trusted him when I did, I probably would have survived, but I never would have had the happiest moments of my life. That is something to always remember when you face a choice—the cost of what might have been."

i_)hrike was slightly late, and it irritated him. In addition to disliking being tardy for any meeting, he knew that his master would hardly appreciate being kept waiting. Given who that was, it made for some discomfort.

As he rode into sight of the meeting place, he saw, as he knew he would, that he was being awaited. In the center of the road stood his master's steed, as beautiful a piece of horseflesh as Shrike had ever seen, with its rider atop it, glaring at him.

Shrike sighed. The day had started out with a drenching thunderstorm. It seemed about to get worse.

'Where the blazes have you been? It's almost dark."

'Sorry, m'lord," said Shrike breezily, trying to diffuse his master's anger. "I wanted to be assured that I was not followed."

'Well, how went your visit?" The beautiful stallion turned about in the road.

Shrike's own horse stepped in place nervously. "It was as you suspected. The Firbolg warlord is the one you saw last year, and his Bolg general was there as well. The blond girl you mentioned didn't live up to the description in my opinion, however."

'What do you mean?"

Shrike looked uncomfortable. Generally he was not afraid of his leader's wrath, and ordinarily their discourse was easy. Today, however, the subject of the takeover of Canrifwas making him testier than usual. The light in his azure eyes was fierce, and his tone of voice was harsh. Shrike could guess the reason.

'Well, this girl was in her teen years, and she was somewhat plain of face and sallow of skin. Unremarkable. Given your experience and proclivities, I would hardly think you would have seen her as comely. In addition, she was unformidable."

'It must be another, then," said his master, drawing the reins up tighter. "There was no mistaking either of those characteristics in the woman I saw." The silver rings interlaced in his black chain mail flashed.

'There is another, then, most likely," Shrike agreed.

'And what of Canrif?"

'It is surprisingly intact, though unrestored, which, of course, is
not
surprising.

What is interesting is that the Bolg are manufacturing goods of im pressive quality, and have even managed to produce a preliminary pressing from the ancient vineyards."

His master nodded. "And their forces?"

'Substantial and well trained. I would credit the giant Bolg commander for that.

He didn't say much, but his hallmark is clear in the reaction of the various Bolg guards."

'Have they found the vaults? The library?"

'Undoubtedly."

Anborn scowled. "Damnation. All right, Shrike, let's get out of the rain. There's a tavern not far from here, decent food, reasonable wenches. We have some planning to do." Shrike nodded and spurred his horse, trying to catch up with Anborn as he galloped up the road into the coming darkness.

Q—'elendra smiled to herself as her pupil landed a solid blow to Urist's midsection, spinning gracefully to parry the strike Syntianta had aimed at her back.

She watched as Rhapsody whirled to face her first opponent again; pulling her killing strike before the sword actually touched the Lirin soldier's throat. "Gained!"

they said in unison, then they both laughed. Rhapsody had no time to savor the moment; Syntianta was on her now, swinging two-handed, a skill she was renowned for. In addition, Rhapsody was blindfolded. She was doing amazingly well regardless.

Oelendra decided she was doing too well. Quietly she approached the sparring match, picking up a quarterstaff from the ground. She waited until both Urist and Syntianta had Rhapsody fully engaged, then crept up on her from the side and slapped at her knees with the staff, attempting to trip her up.

The flurry of moves that resulted was almost impossible to follow with the eye.