Part 12 (1/2)
”He was the best rider in the islands,” said Agravain. ”He can join us in some fas.h.i.+on, then, if not as a warrior?”
”That is up to our lord Arthur,” Bedwyr said.
”But if you wish to, we have a right to know what you have done,” Cei told me. ”Shortly after Agravain joined us, he had a message from the Ynysoedd Erch saying that his brother had ridden off a cliff, and he went into mourning for weeks. Anything that affects him thus is my concern too. So, tell us now.”
I looked from him to Bedwyr to Agravain, then shrugged. ”As you wish. But it is a strange story, and I do not know whether you will believe me. And there are things Agravain and I can understand that you may not. I am not a skilled fighter, to be involved in duels and blood feuds, but this is a matter of Darkness...”
The doubt in Bedwyr's eyes flamed in suspicion. Agravain gave a start, like a frightened horse shying. ”Then it does have something to do with Mother,” he whispered.
”It does,” I agreed. ”Would you prefer that I wait, brother?”
He began to nod, stopped again. ”I had heard that you went riding at night, on Samhain. By the cliffs. It was a mad thing to do, but like you, and I had heard also that...” he trailed off, and I saw that he too was familiar with my old reputation for sorcery. Cei and Bedwyr glanced at each other, the same thought in their minds.
Then Cei snorted. ”Your mother, the famous witch, and an old pagan festival, and this is a reason for disappearing? I do not believe in such things. I did not think you believed either, Agravain.”
”I don't,” said Agravain. But he did not look at Cei. He believed, well enough. It was impossible to know Morgawse and not believe in her power.
”Shall I go on?” I asked.
”Yes,” said Agravain. ”Cei and Bedwyr are also my brothers now; they have the right to hear.”
Well, if that was how it was to be, I would tell the tale to the three of them. But I didn't want to. It would be painful enough to tell to kinsmen, let alone strangers. ”Agravain,” I said, ”what did you hear of my death?”
”Only what I said, that you went riding at night on Samhain, and your horse was found by the cliff next day, riderless. No one could expect you to turn up two and a half years later, eighteen miles from Camlann, dressed like a servant and picking fights with Cei-couldn't you have chosen someone else? He's the best foot fighter in the Family.”
Cei grinned and nodded his agreement with this.
”And you have grown! It has been so long since I saw you-you are seventeen now, and the last time was what-more than three years ago. Come, explain how it happened.”
I drove the cart in silence for a while, trying to decide where to begin, and praying that my brother would accept the story. ”You recall a certain summer, years ago, when I first began learning Latin?” I asked finally.
He thought back. ”Yes. A wise thing to do; they speak a deal of it here, and I still cannot understand a word of it.”
”That is where it began. We had a quarrel over my learning such a thing, and you called me a b.a.s.t.a.r.d and said that I was trying to learn sorcery.”
Agravain looked surprised. ”I did? I don't remember that.”
”I suppose you wouldn't. It didn't mean much to you. But I was foolish, and it meant a deal to me. I determined to truly learn sorcery.” I lifted my eyes from the road and met Agravain's hot stare. ”And I am certain that you did hear of those matters.”
He s.h.i.+fted uneasily, flus.h.i.+ng, and looked away from me. He nodded. I looked back at the road.
”So I went to our mother, and she taught me many things, all terrible.”
Agravain's hands had tightened on the reins, and now his horse snorted, trying to stop and shying at the unsteady jerk. He quickly relaxed his grip and edged the horse back to the cart.
”She is very powerful, Agravain,” I said urgently. ”She is much stronger, probably, than any other on earth, so much that she is scarcely human now. At first she hated her father, and her half-brother Arthur, and then all Britain, and I think now she hates all the universe, and wishes to drown the world in Darkness.”
Agravain's horse started again, laying its ears back, catching fear from its rider. Bedwyr dropped behind the cart, then drove his horse up beside Agravain's, to steady it. Agravain closed his eyes for a moment, his face strained and white. ”No,” he whispered. ”She can't truly want that.”
”She does,” I said, wanting to reach out to him, but not quite daring. ”You know her. Think.”
He turned his face away, shoulders shaking a little. For a long time we rode in silence, the hooves of the horses clattering on the causeway, the cart jolting in the sunlight. The marsh reeds shook in the wind. Cei was puzzled, Bedwyr withdrawn.
After a long time, shortly before we reached the main road, Agravain's hands slowly relaxed and he nodded. ”It is true,” he said, in a choked tone. ”I would rather not think of her, Gwalchmai. But it is true. By the sun, why?”
I shook my head. He expected no answer.
”Go on,” said Agravain, after another stretch of silence, when we had turned south on the main road. I noted that he controlled himself better. Three years before he would either have started a quarrel with me or driven his horse ahead at its fastest gallop.
”I said that our mother hated Arthur. She has cursed him many times, but her magic does not seem to work on him. Two and a half years ago, on Samhain, she wanted to try some other spell to kill him.”
”G.o.d,” said Agravain in a strangled tone. ”What affair is it of hers? What harm has he done her?”
”She hates him. You know that. And I think every black sorcerer in the West is seeking of the death of Arthur. Aldwulf Fflamddwyn certainly is.”
”What?-och, I know she hates the High King. But can she...?”
”I do not think she can,” I said.
He stared at me earnestly for a moment, wanting rea.s.surance, then nodded, relaxing. ”Laus Deo, as they say here in Britain. But, by the sun, she should be destroyed. Someone should kill her; though she is my own mother, still I say that she should die.”
”Perhaps she should,” I replied. ”But who could kill her? She wanted me, and Medraut, to be there that night...”
”I had heard that Medraut...but I was sure that was false. No one was altogether certain that Medraut was...and it is unlike him.”
”It is true, though,” I said. ”Though I did not know it till that night.” Again I thought of Medraut with pain. She must have devoured him by now, sucking out all his innocence and love for life, replacing it with hatred and bitterness and more ambition. And there was nothing I could do.
Agravain looked at me miserably. He had been trying for years, I think, to forget Morgawse, as he had tried for years to ignore her. But he accepted this now.
”Do you remember Connall?” I asked. ”The Dalraid, the one in our father's warband?”
”Of course. A brave man, and loyal, and a good fighter, as I well know from campaigning with him in Britain. The first time I ever went whoring he took me back in Din Eidyn.”
”Morgawse was going to kill him,” I said. ”And, Agravain, I could not endure it. Not him and Medraut also. I killed him quickly and fled, and she tried to kill me.”
He looked sick. ”This is madness. Why can't people fight with swords, simply, instead...”
”People never fight simply with swords,” Bedwyr broke in. ”Even you and Cei do not do that.”
Agravain paused, blinking at Bedwyr. ”What does that mean?”
”No one takes up the sword without a reason. Even love of battle is a kind of reason. In the end, the reasons are never simple, and they are as important as the sword itself.”
”Philosophy,” said Cei. ”You read too much of it, Bedwyr.”
”The reasons remain important,” said Bedwyr imperturb-ably. ”Go on, Gwalchmai.”
”Our mother set a curse on me, and I fled from it, without thinking where I was going, until I came to Llyn Gwalch-that is the place on the cliff where I spent so much time, when we were children, Agravain-and let the horse go. The demon couldn't follow me there. I don't know why, except that I once believed in the place, and the Light...” I stopped. How could I tell Agravain about that? He could not possibly understand. I did not understand it myself.
”Our mother could not kill the Pendragon,” I began, ”because Arthur fights against the Darkness, with the force that is also against the Darkness. When I was trapped there, I called on that force, because I was very wearied with the Darkness and hated it. And an ancestor of ours, who serves the Light, sent aid.”