Part 27 (1/2)
”A silver dagger's no man to make demands upon a great lady, or to tax her comings and goings.”
She would have said something to comfort him, but he kissed her, hesitantly at first, then openmouthed and pa.s.sionately when she slipped into his arms. At first she was shocked by how strong, how solid he was, real muscle and bone, warm flesh and the smell of flesh and sweat. When he laid her down in the straw, she could feel his weight, and his mouth seemed to burn on hers, and on her face and neck as he kissed her over and over, as if she were feverish and he, the healer. She found herself digging her fingertips into his back just for the sensation of solid flesh beneath her hands and pressing against him as tight as she could just for his warmth-an animal warmth, she realized suddenly, just as somehow she'd forgotten that she too was an animal, no matter how great her dweomer powers, no matter how far above the world of flesh she'd come to dwell. At that moment she was nothing but glad that he was making her remember.
Afterward, she lay panting and sweaty in his arms and listened to his heart pounding close to hers. The candle threw guttering shadows on the wooden walls as outside the wind rose, whispering in the thatch. Rhodry kissed her eyes, her mouth, then loosened his hold upon her and moved a little away. He looked so sad that she laid her hand alongside his face; he turned his head and kissed her fingers, but he said nothing, merely watched the shadows leaping this way and that. She sat up, running both hands through her hair and sweeping it back from her face.
”Do you really have to ride with Erddyr when he goes?” she said.
He grinned at that and looked her way again.
”I already said we would, Yraen and me.”
”Is it going to be safe? Erddyr said something about Adry's men wanting to kill you.”
”And the laws will make the gwerbret forbid them any such thing, if I appeal in his court. I want it over and settled before we ride on.” He sat up, stretching and yawning. ”I don't suppose you've got a fancy to travel the roads with a silver dagger? You don't have to answer that, mind, just a wondering. I know you've work at hand, and I-ye G.o.ds! What's that?”
She slewed round and saw someone-or something-crouched in the shadows at the curve of the wall. It was too small to be the snouted creature she'd seen before; more doglike, it had tiny red eyes that glowed like coals in a fire and long fangs that glistened wet. When Dallandra flung up one hand and sketched a sigil in the air, it shrieked and disappeared. Rhodry swore under his breath.
”I wish you'd just give me that wretched whistle and be done with it,” she said.
”What? And let you face those creatures instead of me?”
”I happen to know how to deal with them.”
”True spoken. But if I give it to you, what will you do? Go back to that other country?” All at once he grinned. ”I'd rather you tarried here a little while longer.”
”Oh, would you now?”
She saw the whistle lying not far away, where it had rolled when he'd taken his s.h.i.+rt off, and made a grab at it. He was too fast, catching her wrists and dragging her back, even though she struggled with him. She found herself laughing, let him pull her close, kissed him until he let her go so they could lie down together again. But before he made love to her, he picked the whistle up and tucked it into the straw under her head, where nothing could steal it away.
This time, when they were finished, he fell asleep, so suddenly, so completely, that it seemed he would sink into the straw and disappear. She slipped free of his arms and stood up. As naked as a country woman wors.h.i.+ping her G.o.ddess in the fields, she raised her arms and called down the light. Moving deosil she used her outstretched hand as a weapon to draw a circle of blue light round the hut and seal it at the quarters with the sigils of the kings of the elements. With a flick of her hand she set the circle moving, turning, glowing golden as it formed into a revolving sphere with the sleeping Rhodry safe in its center. No member of any host, whether elemental or astral, could breach this wall.
As silently as she could, she sat down next to him and worked the whistle free from the straw. She could steal it now, slip out into the night, and be gone to Evandar's country before he even woke for an argument. No doubt Timryc would arrive on the morrow to nurse her charges; she could even scry and make sure of that, then leave in perfect conscience. Yet as she watched her human lover sleeping in the light of a guttering candle, she wondered if she wanted to return to Evandar. She felt not the slightest guilt at having betrayed him, if indeed betrayal was even the proper word. The fleshy, sweaty love she'd just shared with Rhodry was so different from anything she'd ever experienced with Evandar that she simply couldn't equate the two. They belong in different worlds, indeed, she thought to herself. And I? I suppose I belong in this one, no matter what I may want or think, no matter how it aches my heart.
Eventually she would return to the world and the Westlands, once her work was done, her service to Evandar's host all paid. Although she would always see life as a burden, no matter what compensations it might offer from now on, she could thank Rhodry for making her remember that she belonged to the life of the world. In the meantime, too much depended upon her, not merely Evandar's happiness but his soul, and that of his daughter and all their kind as well, for her to linger in the lands of men. No matter what doubts she might have, she loved Elessario and Evandar both too well to condemn them.
In his sleep Rhodry stirred, sighing, burrowing his face into the crook of his arm like a child. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to stay with him a little while, riding the Deverry roads, but she knew that he would only come to bore her, and the fine thing they'd shared would grow tarnished. She would leave Rhodry behind, but she refused to be a thief. She tossed the whistle onto his s.h.i.+rt, put the candle out with a snap of her fingers, then lay down to cuddle next to him for their last few hours together.
Some hours after dawn, Dallandra woke to find Rhodry already gone, and the whistle with him. She threw on her clothes and hurried outside to find the ward empty and silent. Inside the great hall, a page informed her that Erddyr and his ritual escort, including Yraen and Rhodry, had already ridden out, heading for the settlement ground just as dawn was breaking.
”Shall I bring you some food, good dame?”
”My thanks, but I'd best tend the wounded first.”
”Oh, Timiyc the chirurgeon's doing that. He and one of his apprentices rode in just as the men were leaving.”
Again she felt her relief as a rush of tears. She wiped her face on her sleeve while the page watched, all solemn-eyed.
”Then I'll have some breakfast, lad, and my thanks for the news.”
It took Dallandra a few hours to settle matters at the dun, discussing her patients with Timryc, making her farewells. Just as she was riding out the gates, Lord Comerr's chamberlain came rus.h.i.+ng after with a sack of silver coins, which he insisted she take with his thanks before she rode on. By the time she could no longer see the towers from the road, the sun was at its zenith. Out in the middle of pastureland she found a stream, running through the shelter of trees. She set her horse and mule out to graze, then treated herself to a bath elven style, in the fast-running clean water instead of some dirty wooden tub.
Once she was dressed and dry, she sat on the bank, watched the sun dappling the ripples as it broke through the branches of the trees, and thought of Evandar. This time he came. She felt his presence first as a sound, as if someone called her name from a great distance; then she had the same sensation as a person reading in a chamber who feels rather than sees someone step silently through the door. In a rustle of leaves and branches he walked out from between two trees, and no matter what she might have done with Rhodry the night before, she felt herself smiling as if her face would split from it at the sight of him. Laughing, he folded her into his arms and gave her one of his oddly cool kisses. He smelt clean, like the stream water, not like flesh at all.
”You look pale, my love,” he remarked in Deverrian. ”Is somewhat troubling your heart?”
”I've just spent a ghastly week or two, truly, tending men wounded in battle, and more than a few of them died, no matter how I tried to help them.”
”A sad thing, that.”
She knew that he felt no honest compa.s.sion, but that he would mimic it for her sake was comfort enough.
”Rhodry still has the whistle,” she said. ”He wouldn't give it up. He says he wants to have a talk with you, and that you'll have to come fetch it back yourself.”
Evandar laughed with a flash of his sharp white teeth.
”Then a talk he shall have. I like a man with mettle, I do. Imph, I suppose I'd best stay here in this world. If I go back with you, I might miss him entirely.”
”True spoken. Here, where were you? I called for you-well, last night it would have been here, whatever that might have been in your country.”
For a moment he looked puzzled.
”Ah! I'd gone to the islands to see how Jill fares. She's been ill, it turns out, but now she's well again and learning much new dweomer lore. She'll be growing wings like one of us next, if she keeps on this way.”
”That's a dangerous thing for a human being to try to learn. I wonder how skilled her teachers are, and if they know the differences from soul to soul.”
Evandar laughed aloud.
”I'd wager a great deal that they do, my love, but you look like a mother cat chasing her kittens away from danger! Get on your way back, then. I'll take your horse and follow our Rhodry down. I doubt me if I'll tell him what he wants to know, but maybe he'll have a riddle or two to trade.”
”Well and good, then.” She paused to kiss him on the mouth. ”And you promised me you'd return that stolen mule and all its goods, didn't you now?”
”So I did, so I did. I'll summon one of my people straightaway, I promise you.”
”My thanks. Meet me by our river.”
With him so close beside her, she could use his particular dweomer to breach the planes. She floated onto the surface of the stream and dashed along the rippled road, saw the fog of the Gatelands opening out, and stepped up and through. She had just time to turn and wave to Evandar, standing on the streamside, before the fog shut her round. At her neck hung again the amethyst figurine. She kept walking through the misty landscape beyond the gate until she could be sure that Evandar and the lands of men lay far behind her. Then she sat down on a cold, damp hillside and wept for Rhodry Maelwaedd, whom most likely she'd never see again.
The neutral ground turned out to be a day and a half's ride from Lord Comerr's and down in the plains on the Deverry side of the Pyrdon hills. Out in front of the walled dun of a certain Tieryn Magryn, whose chief distinction lay in his lack of ties to either Comerr or Adry, the gwerbret's warband had set up camp in a meadow lush with spring gra.s.s. As soon as Lord Erddyr and his escort dismounted, a hundred men surrounded them-all in the friendliest possible way, but Yraen knew that they were being taken under arrest to keep them away from Lord Nomyr and his riders. Some of the gwerbret's men took their horses; others escorted them on a strict path through canvas tents. At the far end, a few hundred yards from the hill of the dun, stood a long canvas pavilion, draped with the green and blue banners of the gwerbrets of Dun Trebyc to cover the rips and weather stains. A tall blond man in his thirties, Gwerbret Drwmyc sat in a chair carved with the eagle blazon of his clan. Behind him stood two councillors, and a scribe sat at a tiny table nearby.
Kneeling at the gwerbret's right side, Lord Nomyr was already present; his honor guard sat in orderly rows behind him. With a wave at his men to settle themselves, Erddyr knelt at the gwerbret's left. The gwerbret's men stood round the scene with their hands on their sword hilts, ready for the first sign of trouble.
”It gladdens my heart to see you both arrive so promptly,” Drwmyc said. ”Now. Lord Erddyr, by whose authority do you come?”
”Comerr's himself, Your Grace. He gave me his seal and swore in front of witnesses to abide by the settlement I make in his name.”
”Well and good. Lord Nomyr?”
”By the authority of Lady Talyan, regent for her son, Lord Gwandyc, Adry's heir. She too has agreed to abide by his grace's arbitration.”
”Well and good, then. Lord Erddyr, since you're the one who called upon me, speak first and present your tale of the causes of this war.”