She Who Has No Name (The Legacy Trilogy) (42 page)

‘Damn!’ Samuel said.  ‘You tricked me!  That’s not fair.’

‘I did not state any rules and I clearly told you we had begun.  It was fair.  Perhaps you didn’t hear me.  Let’s try again.  You must be alert,’ and he handed the pebble back to Samuel.

Samuel pushed the pebble firmly into a pocket on his left side, away from the ring.  He held his hands out defensively and pulled up the hem of his robes
,
dropping into the same dramatic stance that Horse had previously assumed.  ‘You will have to fight me if you want to get it.’

‘I don’t think so,’ said Horse and opened his palm, revealing a small rock.  ‘I have won already.  The rock I gave you was a different one.  That’s two.’

‘That’s cheating!’ Samuel said, growing annoyed.

‘There is no cheating,’ Horse said.  ‘I have your rock, so I am the winner.’

Samuel grumbled to himself and poked his own pebble from out of his pocket with a finger.  He examined it closer.  ‘But this looks just like the rock you gave me.’

‘That is not the rock.  I had changed them already.’  He stepped closer.  ‘Let me show you.’

But Samuel held his pebble away defensively.  ‘I’m not going to give it to you.’

‘You’re getting the idea, but I have already won, magician.  There is no point in you denying it.  Let me show you.  If we put both stones together you can see which is the first one.  Very well, I see you are cautious—which is good.  If you don’t believe me, let’s stop the game here.  Let us see which rock is the true one.’

At which point, Samuel passed the stone back to Horse.  He held the pebbles together for both of them to see.  ‘Oh,’ Horse said, feigning disappointment.  ‘You were correct.  Yours was the correct one after all.  I was mistaken.  But now I have your rock, so I win.’

‘What!’ Samuel said with disbelief.  ‘But you said we had stopped the game.’

‘There are no rules.  I did not state anything more than I had to get your rock.  Everything else is your own assumption.  The game continues until I win.’  He had a cheeky smile beaming on his face and it was the first time since Ghant that Samuel could remember the solemn warrior looking amused.  ‘Only one more time.  I hope you can do a little better or you won’t learn anything.’

He handed the pebble back to Samuel, who shoved it directly back into his pocket, somewhat unhappy that he had already been tricked twice.  ‘Cheating foreigner!’ he grumbled to himself, but Horse only laughed all the more.

‘I will give you some time to prepare your defences.  The first two times were much too easy.  You will never learn anything at this rate.’

The Koian warrior went back to finish his work on the sled, where Canyon was laughing merrily to himself at Samuel’s ordeal.

They climbed over increasingly rough terrain
,
over slabs of stone and broken earth.  The rain stayed clear in the days after that but
,
by late afternoon
one day,
flecks of ice had begun to fall on them, freezing their already suffering cheeks and fingers.  The other magicians had obviously spelled themselves to warmness, but Samuel had no such luxury.  Any attempt to warm himself with the Argum Stone would probably turn him into a flaming mess.

Increasingly, t
hey found themselves clambering over clumps of snow, until
,
finally
,
the slopes around them were entirely white and the only brown to be seen was the track they had scoured with their passing, snaking back behind them.

Daneel led them to an empty hut made of many layers of bound sticks and grasses.  They abandoned the sled and rushed in, stamping their boots and shaking their clothes free of snow.

Balten needed no invitation and sent a spell into the already prepared bundle of sticks in the hearth.  That and the chimney were the sole stone constructions in the place.  The fire seemed to give little heat, but eventually as it blazed hotter and hotter
,
the cold in the room was finally dispelled.  Amazingly, the little hut was free of draughts and kept the heat in quite efficiently, so they were soon peeling off layer after layer of clothing until they were all in their thinnest shirts.  The Koian woman took some coaxing from Ambassador Canyon and Horse before she would remove even a scarf in front of them, and she looked terrified at one point, but finally she agreed and took off the thickest leathers and coat.

‘Tomorrow we will reach an impassable tract,’ Daneel told them.  ‘The magicians will need to cater for us there.’

‘How will we do that?’ Master Celios asked.

‘By getting us across,’ Daneel said, affronted at the question.

‘It will not be a problem,’ Balten stated confidently.  ‘Whatever the obstacle we meet, we will overcome it.’

‘I like your enthusiasm,’ Daneel said.  ‘I like your tobacco better, but your enthusiasm is not so bad, either.  Speaking of tobacco?’ and he looked at Balten eagerly,
prompting
the Circle magician
to
pull the last scraps of his Fiskian best from his pocket.  The men were all soon smoking from his shared pipe, filling the hut with their pungent smoke.

‘Master Celios,’ Samuel said a little later, slipping in beside the old
S
eer.  The others were
occupied with
the cooking and the smells of their dinner were finally starting to overcome the dreadful Fiskian odour that had saturated the air.  ‘I want to ask you about our friend, Sir Ferse.’

‘Ah, so you know our little secret then, do you?’ the man said, looking somewhat calmer than usual.

‘I do.  He is the Emperor of Turia, somehow reborn into the body of another.’

‘No one knows but you and me.  He made me swear never to reveal the truth and I will not...and neither should you.’  And he tapped Samuel roughly
o
n the chest with the tip of his bony finger.

‘Of course, but I need to know...
how
did you do it?’

The old Master nodded smugly, looking very pleased with himself.  ‘I cannot rightly say.  My visions were strong and insistent at that time.  I followed them, almost bereft of my senses, gathering ointments and spells and lotions.’

‘Black magic?’ Samuel asked hesitantly.

‘Hells bells, no!’ Celios declared with disgust at the mention.  ‘The ointments were to prepare and preserve the new body.  I had to keep the host alive but immobile while I readied everything.  Poor Sir Ferse.  He didn’t suffer, but I don’t think he would have found the experience comfortable at all.  The spells I used were nothing special, just some simple magics to calm his mind and keep him comfortable.  I can’t say I did anything particularly special.  I think it was all the little things together that lured the Emperor’s spirit at just the right time.  Oh, and I had to surround the host with personal effects and clippings from the Emperor—his hair, some nail clippings, flecks of skin.  I had no idea if it would work, or even if it did work—for when the spells had ended
and
I finally unbound Sir Ferse
,
he awoke ranting and furious.  He ran off to call the guards and I cowered in my room—but he didn’t return for several days.  He seemed confused and irrational at that point, and so I explained to him what had happened.  As the weeks passed, more and more of the Emperor’s characteristics became apparent and
those of
Sir Ferse receded.’

‘But can you do it again?  Can anyone be reborn like that?’

‘Oh, no!  I sincerely doubt it.  I feel something very special about the Emperor, something unusual in his spirit.  I have never felt it in anyone else.  You are special, too, Samuel, or should I say
unusual
, but your spirit is black and a mystery to me.  You have served your purpose, for you did kill the Emperor as you were destined, and now he has been reborn for a greater purpose.  The man he was before was great above all, but now he has returned from death, he has renewed his fate.  I don’t know what he will do after this point, but I feel it will be great.’

‘You have had a vision?’

‘Not about this, no, but I don’t need visions to dictate my feelings.’

‘Do you believe that the Koian woman was also reborn?’

‘She is an enigma, like you, Samuel.  But I doubt it.  I think rather the Koians are a primitive people, steeped in superstitions.  Sensing she was different from the common folk, they picked her out from the crowds, but she is merely a girl, made savage by a life of absurd practices and isolation.’

‘Yes.  She is strange, stubborn and bad-tempered.  I don’t know how they put up with her.’

‘Good.  Good,’ he said, musing.  ‘I would like you to find out even more about her.’

‘Do you think there may be something she is hiding?’

‘I doubt she knows anything useful at all, the poor dumb creature.’

‘She said she could hear the voices of her people.’

‘More likely she has been driven to paranoia.  Still, I would like you to learn what you can.  Speak to her more.  Try to break through to her.’

‘Very well,’ Samuel said, and he crept off to lie by the wall, hoping to sleep as deeply as he could before the next gruelling day.

The precipice was a long
,
jagged scar in the snow that dropped down into the rocky depths, where a tempestuous river frothed and surged, full of ice.  It was thirty paces wide at least and
spanned
the narrow valley entirely, leaving no alternative than to cross it or begin climbing the sheer
,
black stone faces on either side.

‘How do you usually cross this way?’ Ambassador Canyon asked.

‘No one crosses in this season and no one has had any reason to for many years—not since the pass at Ghant was opened up,’ Daneel replied.  ‘There was once a narrow bridge, but it had already fallen into disrepair before I was born.  I am guessing it now lies down there.’  And he pointed down the treacherous gap.

‘If you haven’t ever been this way, how do you know where we are going?’ Sir Ferse asked.

‘The old folk described the way to me.  We have good memories for such things.’

‘So how will we pass?’ Eric asked.

‘I will leave that up to you.  Whatever you decide, you must be quick,’ Daneel told them.  ‘We cannot stand idle in this weather and we have far to go before nightfall.  If we are caught out in a storm, it may be our last mistake.’  He had lost all his merriment and seemed to be eyeing the blustering winds with concern.

Samuel looked at Eric expectantly.

‘Why look at me?’ Eric asked indignantly.

‘My power is difficult to control.  I can’t do anything.’

‘What good is a magic that you can’t control?’

‘Hush!’ Samuel declared, for the last thing he wanted was for everyone to know his weakness, but Eric scowled back at him darkly.

The group was quiet, sensing the
friction
between the two of them.

A burst of magic then caused Samuel to turn about, just as a thunderous crack sounded from the mountain walls above, and the rest of the group in turn looked around.  Balten had cast a spell up against the cliff face and it was clawing into the rock with ferocious vigour.  The stone cracked and boomed as his spell laboured, echoing all through the valley.

‘Is that safe?’ Sir Ferse asked, as pebbles and fragments came bouncing down not far from their feet, but everyone was too fixated on the heights to answer.

Balten kept one hand held up, fine
-
tuning his spell with delicate gestures of his fingers, locked in fine concentration as he read and adjusted his magic.  With one last sudden bang, a slab of black rock peeled itself from the cliff face.  Several of the onlookers gasped
.
I
t looked for a moment like the great mass of stone was falling, but Balten was in control all the while.  Only a few pebbles and slivers of stone came bouncing down the rock face, while the slab hovered in the air, carried by magic.  He lowered the stone, which was as thick as he was tall, and slowly laid it gently across the precipice.  When he was done, the solid length of rock spanned the gap comfortably, with sufficient length to spare at each end.  The whole party could have walked across abreast, but the stone did look smooth and slippery, so Samuel thought just sneaking across the middle one at a time would be a much more sensible alternative.