Authors: Andre Norton
He took one step and then anotherâandâwas gone! The door vanished even as he passed through, leaving an eerie feeling of emptiness in the chamber, as if something had been closed, drawing with it a part of their lives in a way Tallahassee could not describe even to herself.
“ButâI thought they wanted to come through to us,” she said blankly. The Temple people were hurrying forward. “Why did they not come through?”
“Perhaps they could not. They had been so long exiled to that existence. What they wanted more,” Jayta said slowly, “was him who had sent them there.”
“Thenâhe will be a wraith ⦔ Tallahassee could see the peril of that. She had felt the danger from those others, and they had been weaklings in strength of purpose when compared to the stranger out of the desert. What if he returned so to haunt them?
“They closed the door, Daughter.” Zyhlarz was beside her. “You had the courage to treat with them after a fashion, and they have now removed him who alone had the power to destroy everything we are and have done.”
“He wasâ” Jayta said, but Zyhlarz held up his hand in warning.
“Let it not be spoken aloud as to what he was. Such knowledge lies buried in the past and well buried. It is enough he was not of our flesh or of our world.”
“There are those who have come seeking him,” Naldamak said then.
“They will have their own way of knowing that he is gone. And on such a journey as even they are not ready to face. Time and space may be conquered by manâthere remain other dimensions we dare not venture into if we would remain human.”
Tallahassee sat in the Candace's garden. The city which had been in turmoil was now patrolled by loyal guards. Also the Temple was open so that there flowed out of it a peace that could soothe inflamed minds and quiet restless spirits.
Restless spirits! Since the vanishing of Khasti she had found herself at intervals watching the air, listening, sending out that inner sense of which Ashake made so much to test for alien thought, an alien wraith. Was it true that when Khasti had been swept away, by the “tools” he had despised, he had indeed been sealed from this world? He had been summarily thrown into another space-time even as she had been in the ruins of ancient Meroë?
Another space-time â¦
She was Tallahassee tonight as she sat here alone in the dusk. Though her begrimed uniform had been changed for the silken robes of her borrowed personality, a wig of ceremony covered her head, she was
not
Ashake!
She thought of what Jayta had hinted in the last council they had held a few hours agoâthat Khasti had not come out of time but out of space. That the fabric of Khem itself in the earliest days had been born of the experiments made by intelligences not of this world, and that their blood and gifts had lingered on in certain descendants, to become part of another path of knowledge, turning inward. Thus, those whose far-off forefathers had known the stars now chose rather to know themselves, perhaps better than any of their species had done before.
They had seen no more of that second stranger. Perhaps they could believe it was true he and those he represented had known of their quarry's fate and gone their own ways thereafter.
But there remained Tallahassee Mitford, who was not of Amun and who should now go her way, too. She had seen Jayta open a door through which Khasti had vanished. But she did not want to be caught in the non-life of a wraith. If there was a door possible between her world and this it must be realâ
“You think strange thoughts, Royal Lady.”
Tallahassee raised her eyes from the shadowed path at her feet. Jayta and Naldamak, and with them, Herihor, one arm in a sling to bear witness that he was not Prince General to order and not lead his men into battle, and lastly, Zyhlarz, stood there. Now to these four she must speak the truth, no matter what would come of it.
“I am not your Royal Lady. You”âshe spoke directly to Jaytaâ“know who and what I am. Now I ask you, since I have served your purpose, to let me go.”
Jayta must have shared her knowledge with the others. Even in this dim light Tallahassee could see that none showed surprise.
“My daughterâ” Zyhlarz began, when she interrupted.
“Lord Priest, I am not your daughter, nor one of your kind!”
“No, you are less and moreâ”
“Less and more? How can one be both?”
“Because we are each shaped from our birth, not only by the blood and inheritance that lies behind us, but also by those we love and by whom we are loved in turn, by the knowledge given to our thirsty minds, to the learning of ourselves. You are not Ashakeâthough Ashake, in part, has become youânor can you indeed ever tear her out of your memory and thought. But you are also yourself and so have different qualitiesâwhich are yours alone.”
“Can you send me back?” She asked that bluntly.
“No.” Jayta did not wear her lioness mask now and in the dusk her face looked very tired and drawn.
“Why?” She had seen the priests do things she would have believed impossible. “You have the Key and Naldamak has the Rodâand you,” she spoke now to Zyhlarz, “have all the learning of the Upper Way wholly yours.”
“There must be an anchor to draw one,” Jayta said. “When Akini was sent through, and those othersâthe nameless onesâthey were anchored upon the power of the Rodâfirst to remove and conceal it. Then the Rod was taken into a place where such like it had once been. When the Key was stolen, it could be borne there also because the Rod was there to draw it.
“But when Ashake went to search, in turn, her hand upon the Rod and Key, her right to hold and call upon them, was such that it drew you also. For you wereâin your worldâthe one whom she would have been had she lived in your time and placeâyou were equal within you. Do you think otherwise the memories of Ashake could have been given you? Now there is no anchor existing beyond. When Akini and those others were not drawn back in timeâyou saw what they became. For in your world, it would seem, they had no counterpartsâso they were lost between. Perhaps Khasti has so been lost. It is our hope that his like does not exist elsewhere.
“Ashake died because she could not draw her other existing self through without giving the full energy of her body. There is no door left for you because nothing lies there to fasten upon.”
“You are Ashake and you are more ⦔ Herihor spoke for the first time.
Naldamak held out both her hands. “The Prince General speaks the truth, Sister. Was this other world of yours so beloved to you that you cannot live without it? If there was a dear love existing there, perhaps that could pull you. But if that were true the Son-of-Apedemek would have known. Thus I say to you, Sisterâyou are not less than Ashake in our eyes. Look upon us now and read the truth!”
Tallahassee's searching glance went from face to face of those who shared her secret. Ashakeâall Ashake, more or maybe lessâbut never a wraith out of time. Here she was real, welcomed. She took the hands of Naldamak offered her and accepted all else that was in their faces and hearts as they looked upon her.
About the Author
For well over a half century, Andre Norton was one of the most popular science fiction and fantasy authors in the world. With series such as Time Traders, Solar Queen, Forerunner, Beast Master, Crosstime, and Janus, as well as many standalone novels, her tales of adventure have drawn countless readers to science fiction. Her fantasy novels, including the bestselling Witch World series, her Magic series, and many other unrelated novels, have been popular with readers for decades. Lauded as a Grand Master by the Science Fiction Writers of America, she is the recipient of a Life Achievement Award from the World Fantasy Convention. An Ohio native, Norton lived for many years in Winter Park, Florida, and died in March 2005 at her home in Murfreesboro, Tennessee.
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Copyright © 1976 by Andre Norton
Cover design by Barbara Brown
ISBN: 978-1-5040-2549-2
This edition published in 2015 by Open Road Integrated Media, Inc.
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