'We aren't sure,' said Kild'aar. 'And it will involve all of us. Humans, Wesmen and elves. But there is something about The Raven that burns brighter than life. Together, you can achieve that which as individuals you cannot. That none of us can. I can't explain it. But Rebraal and Auum have seen it and all who meet you can feel it. If we are right the task is immense, perhaps impossible, but we must attempt it.'
'You aren't telling me anything I don't know already. What I don't know is what The Raven can do. Besides killing ourselves and standing by Ilkar, that is. So I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll travel to Herendeneth with Thraun and Darrick if they want to go. The Raven will talk and we will decide. That's our way.'
'It is all we ask,' said Kild'aar.
Hirad nodded. 'You know, I've understood almost nothing of what you have said and I'm finding it hard to believe the rest. But I do know what I dreamed and if you say that means Ilkar is in trouble somehow, I will not rest until he is saved, whatever it takes. But first, I'm going to return to my bed, talk to Sha-Kaan. Perhaps he can explain it to me.'
'The dragons would be a useful ally,' said Rebraal.
'They call the demons "Arakhe", you know,' said Hirad, getting up and placing his mug on the table between them. 'What do you call them?'
' "Cursyrd",' said Kild'aar. 'The robbers of life.'
'We should start first thing in the morning. Will Thraun be here?'
'Yes,' said Rebraal. 'Hirad. Thank you.'
'I'm not doing this for any of us. Not for Balaia or Calaius. I'm doing it for Ilkar because he is Raven and he needs us.' He laughed, surprising even himself. 'You know it's incredible. What is it about that elf? Even dead, he can't keep out of bloody trouble.'
Chapter 9.
Thraun had heard the ClawBound communication and knew it concerned him. He had spent the last days running as a panther's shadow while she worked. Her partner had welcomed the wolf and together they had shown him so much of the ways of the forest and he had learned to love it again.
Two years and the only other man he had seen in that time had been Hirad. He missed the barbarian sometimes but in the rainforest, away from all the prejudices of man and the memories of the pack, he had learned to understand himself just as he slowly understood the ways of the ClawBound.
Nothing was quite as alive as the Calaian rainforest. Its sights, smells, joys and dangers. He had thrilled to hunt as a wolf and delighted in tracking as a man. He spoke the language of the panther, knew the signs of the ClawBound elves and spoke easily with Al-Arynaar and TaiGethen. He had never felt more at peace with himself in either form.
He knew why he had been accepted so easily where Hirad, for all his strengths, had struggled for three seasons at least. It was because he was not pure human and because he was looking for a new way to live and had an innate understanding of the ways of the forest. Hirad tried hard, but in the end he would always be making the best of what he had and yearning for the life he did not.
Still, Hirad had become an accomplished hunter and tracker and the elves respected him.
The communication had the overtones of sorrow laid on it because there were some of Tual's creatures who would be leaving the rainforest and none knew when they would return. He could not grasp the nuances but he was undoubtedly one of the subjects.
There had just been a prolonged downpour and the forest at night smelled fresh, clean and vibrant. Thraun stood and brushed water from his clothes. The panther lay beside him, her head resting on her front paws, her eyes fixed on him. The ClawBound elf was crouched a little further distant, but at the sound of the communication he had taken up the calls and had walked back to stand by his partner.
'It is me, isn't it?' said Thraun.
The elf nodded, his white-and-black-halved face impassive. He pointed away down the trails that led to Taanepol, where Hirad lived.
'Others too,' he said, voice gruff and forced.
'Lead on,' said Thraun.
He bent down and kissed the panther on her forehead. She growled, pleased. 'We will run as brother and sister again another day.'
The panther's ears pricked and she shot to her feet, looking north into the rainforest. Thraun heard a low call and the ClawBound relaxed. He became aware of sounds that he would not have picked up two years before, not as a man at any rate.
Auum, Duele and Evunn emerged from the vegetation. He greeted them each with the bear-hug that had become his trademark.
'What's happening?' he asked.
'Shorth's children need us,' said Auum. 'And they need you too.'
'Why?'
'Because Ilkar is among them and Hirad needs The Raven.'
Thraun stopped in his tracks. The rain began again, pounding on the canopy above and searching towards the ground, spattering leaves and trunks, quietening the wildlife. Duele touched his arm. Thraun looked into the TaiGethen's face, saw the fading scar there from Hirad's accident with the jaqrui.
'You will understand,' he said. 'We will explain on the way. But now we must go.'
'Tai,' said Auum. 'We move.'
'Now release the power gently into your mind and channel it through your construct,' said Cleress. 'Feel how the elements stay around you, nipping at your fingers, but they can't release their energies because you have the control.'
'It hurts,' grated Erienne. 'Gods, woman, it hurts.'
'Hang on to it for a moment longer. Feel the pressure points and know you can eliminate any part of the elemental structure at any time for the effect you desire.'
'The effect I want is not to have every muscle screaming at me.'
'I think you might be exaggerating slightly but still, time to relax. Let it go but in control. See the power release harmlessly. Now stop. The shape you have, what will it do if you release hard and close off earth and stone as you do?'
'It'll rain won't it?'
'Find out. And don't worry, you won't do any harm.'
Erienne drew a breath, looked across at the ancient, stooped elf bathed in beautiful warm sunlight under a cloudless sky and scowled.
'I wish you wouldn't make me do this,' she said.
'Go on. I'll keep them off you.' She picked up one of the sticks she'd been leaning on and waved it minutely.
'I feel safer already,' said Erienne. She released the construct.
Elemental energy surged out of her mind and into the air. Broken from its shell, it fed on that around it, seeking equilibrium. As instructed, Erienne had shut off the energy from earth and stone, keeping it within her to bleed harmlessly back to its natural state.
What was left reacted immediately in the air above Herendeneth. Cloud boiled from nowhere, forming a dense black covering in moments. Mana light flashed within it, setting off the anticipated reaction. The deluge was brief but intense, drops the size of her thumb thundering into the ground, driving up spats of dirt and flattening leaves and grass to the earth.
Erienne laughed at the result and the relief in her body and clapped her hands. She looked down at the beautiful bed of flowers at her feet, soaking up the moisture.
'See that, Lyanna, see what Mummy can do!'
She knelt as she always did after they had finished a session and spoke words only Lyanna could hear.
'So much we owe to you, my darling,' she said, moving specks of wet earth from yellow and blue petals. 'So much we still have to learn. Remember I always love you and so does your father though I can hear him shouting even now. It's not at you. It's at me. Lie and rest.' She trailed her fingers through the blooms covering the grave. 'See what your beauty makes grow?'
She stood up. Cleress, bedraggled but smiling, was watching her, leaning heavily on her sticks. Behind her, Erienne could see Denser marching towards them, shaking his head.
'Here comes the complaint,' said Erienne, wiping rain and a tear from her face and smoothing down her soaking hair.
Above her, the clouds dispersed as quickly as they had come and the sun got to work drying out the ground.
'Was that really necessary?' called Denser. 'I had been reading. A little warning would have been nice.'
'The pages will dry out quickly enough,' said Cleress. 'And we are done for the day. I need a rest before dinner.'
'Wait a moment and I'll help you in,' said Denser. He walked to Erienne and gave her a kiss. 'Feel better for doing that?'
'Actually, yes,' said Erienne. 'Today was a breakthrough day.'
'I can see where that would be useful. Deserts and such.'
'As ever you miss the point,' said Cleress, swapping a conspiratorial glance with Erienne. 'You see, the secret of the One lies not in learning individual castings for individual effect but understanding the nature of the elements and the nature of your problem. Then, all you have to do is bring the two together. Erienne has all but grasped it, but for a few control exercises that need more work.'
'Then what?' asked Denser.
'Then I can at last die and join my sisters,' said Cleress. Her smile was brief and Erienne didn't like what was behind it. 'I worry about them, you know. It is so long since I heard them. All there is now is a wailing. I do worry so.'
'I'm not with you,' said Erienne.
'No, dear, of course not.' Cleress turned to begin the slow walk to the house. 'Denser, if you would be so kind.'
Erienne stood and watched them go, frowning. She wondered if Denser had been listening to the Al-Drechar. She knew he didn't always. He felt her to be edging into senility and it was true she rambled from time to time. What it was she dreamed she heard from her sisters probably fell into that category.
'But you don't really believe that, do you Erienne?' she said to herself.
Shaking her head, she knelt to tidy Lyanna's gave.
The Unknown pushed Diera's sodden hair from her face and kissed her lips. Caught in Erienne's downpour, they could do nothing else but laugh under the warm rain and try to hide the bread and cheese. Unsuccessfully. Some of it washed over the rock on which they were sitting and into the ocean. The Unknown had pushed the rest after it.
'I hope Jonas wasn't caught in that,' said Diera.
'I doubt it,' said The Unknown. 'Anyway, he'll be as wet as us but by choice. He's still over at Sand Island swimming with Ark.'
Ever the doubt was in Diera's eyes when she knew her little boy was with any of the ex-Protectors. Nothing The Unknown could do would completely convince her they were safe. She had seen them under the control of Xetesk and knew what they could do. Even now, two years on and with their masked, thralled lives and painful memories, she was unsure.
'Will he be safe?' she said.
'Ark's the best swimmer amongst them,' said The Unknown.
'You know what I mean, Sol,' she replied.
'Yes, which was why I answered a different question. You already know the answer to the other one. You ask it every time.'
'He's my son,' she said.
'Hey, I'm not criticising,' said The Unknown.
'Come on, let's go down to the landing. Wait for them.'
'You go.' The Unknown helped Diera to her feet and crushed her to him. 'Think I'll walk the estate. Have a think to myself.'
Diera looked into his eyes. He held her gaze and tried to smile but it didn't convince her.
'You still miss it all, don't you?' she said.
'It's in my blood,' he replied. 'Balaia is my home. I'd so love to take you back one day, you and Jonas. Do what we set out to do.'
He looked past her at the house and the lands surrounding it on the small southern island of Herendeneth. They had worked miracles in their time here the last two years. He and the five remaining ex-Protectors had rebuilt the house, turned some of the land into fertile crop land and brought more animals to farm from Calaius. But it wasn't his and he wanted that so badly. Something he could build and pass onto his family.
And of course, he wasn't the only one itching for change. The Protectors needed their own lives. Gods, Hirad and Darrick had only lasted a season here before getting bored to the point of madness. Only Denser and Erienne seemed content. But then, they had everything they wanted.
'And yes, I miss the loudmouth and I wonder what's happened to Tomas, Maris and Rhob in Korina. We didn't get the chance to say goodbye to them. But I know how much you love it here. It is so peaceful. And Jonas . . . he is the most beautiful child and I wouldn't sully his innocence for anything. But one day he'll be curious. He'll know this isn't it.'
'So we'll go back. But only when it's safe,' said Diera.
'And when will we know that, I wonder?'
'One day, Jevin and the Calaian Sun will sail into the channel and what you hear will tell you all you need to know. Perhaps we'll all go back then. What do you say?'
'I say I love the images you paint.' He planted another kiss on her mouth and shoved her gently towards the path to the landing. 'So you'll always know where to find me, won't you? Right here, looking for sails on the horizon.'
Diera turned. 'Never leave me again. Promise.'
'Never. I promise.'
Ry Darrick put his head in his hands and sighed long. 'Gods, this is like pulling teeth,' he muttered.
It was another ridiculously humid day though he'd been assured of fresher air on the coast. And last time he looked, Ysundeneth was still on the coast. It had been like this ten days straight now. He couldn't sleep, he had no appetite and it was grating on his nerves. And in the paddock in front of him, his apprentice was deliberately misunderstanding everything he was saying.
The young elf stood up and brushed himself down, turned to see the stallion standing irritably on the opposite side of the ring, its tail swishing. It snorted.
'What did I tell you just now?'
'Don't approach from the back?' he ventured.
'Right. So could you confirm by pointing which end is the front?'
The boy pointed. That was something else. No sense of irony. Clearly Ilkar had learned his over long years of exposure to Hirad.
'Correct, the end with the teeth and the rolling eyes. Now, I'll tell you once more, and go carefully this time. Approach steadily and calmly from the front and let him see you all the way. If you surprise him you'll end up flat on your back again if you try and mount him.