Part 7 (2/2)
Raistlin relaxed in his chair. He put aside the night-blue spellbook and opened up his own.
”What a simple soul you are, my brother,” he remarked in scathing tones.
As he left the cave, Caramon caught a glimpse of Sturm standing nearby. Caramon knew perfectly well why Sturm was here. He had seen the knight watching them. Sturm would never stoop to spying on his friends or his enemies, for that matter. Such a dishonorable act went against the Code and the Measure, the rigid guidelines by which a Solamnic knight lived his life. The Oath and the Measure said nothing about friendly persuasion, however. Sturm was here to waylay Caramon and ”persuade” the truth out of him.
Caramon was hopeless at keeping secrets and worse still at lying. If he told Sturm that Raistlin was planning to go to Skullcap, Sturm would tell Tanis, and the G.o.ds alone knew what would come of it-a bitter argument at the least, a fatal breach between long-time friends at the worst. Caramon wished Sturm would just let the matter go.
A furious flurry of snow allowed him to conceal his movements, and he went the long way down the slope to the stream. The flurry ceased. The clouds parted, and the stars came out. Glancing back, he could see Sturm silhouetted in Solinari's silver light, still roaming about outside the twins' cave.
He'll give up after awhile, Caramon reasoned, and go to bed.
Caramon didn't like Raistlin's plan to go to this haunted Skullcap place, but he trusted his twin and believed Raistlin's argument that the journey was necessary to save lives. Caramon knew he was alone in his trust for his twin. Well, not quite. Tanis often turned to Raistlin for advice, and it was this knowledge more than his twin's reasoning that had induced Caramon to finally go along with his twin's scheme.
”Tanis would sanction our going, if he had time to think about it,” Caramon reasoned to himself. ”Everything's happened so fast, that's all, and Tanis has too much to worry about as it is.”
As for how Raistlin knew where to find Skullcap and how he planned to get there, Caramon knew better than to ask, figuring he wouldn't understand anyway. He had never understood his twin, not when they were little children and certainly not now. The terrible Test in the Tower of High Sorcery had forever changed his brother in ways that Caramon could not fathom.
The Test had forever changed their relations.h.i.+p as well. The one secret Caramon kept was the secret he'd learned about his twin in the Tower. That secret was dark and appalling, and Caramon kept it mainly because he never let himself think about it.
Having safely avoided Sturm, Caramon lifted his head and breathed in the cool, crisp air. He felt better out in the open, away from all the voices. Here he could think. Caramon was not stupid, as some believed. Caramon liked to consider a problem from all angles, ruminate, mull it over, and this often gave him the appearance of being slow. He rarely shared his thoughts with others, fearing their mockery. No one had been more surprised than Caramon when his friends had lauded his idea of having Raistlin use his magic to create an avalanche to block the pa.s.s.
Caramon felt so much better out here by himself that, when another flurry struck, he stuck out his tongue to catch the snowflakes, as he'd done when a child. Snow always made him feel like a kid again. If the snow fall had been deeper, he would have been tempted to lie down on his back, flap his arms and legs, and make a s...o...b..rd. The snow wasn't deep enough yet, though, and didn't look as if it would be. Stars glittered beneath the clouds.
Negotiating his way around an outcropping of rock, trying to keep his footing, Caramon nearly ran headlong into Tika.
”Caramon!” she said, pleased.
”Tika!” exclaimed Caramon, alarmed.
He felt like the warrior in the adage who had avoided the kobolds only to fall victim to goblins. He'd managed to evade Sturm's questioning, but if there was one person in this world who could wrap him around her red curls and wheedle whatever she wanted out of him, it was Tika Waylan.
”What are you doing out in the night?” she asked.
Caramon held up the water skin. ”Fetching water.”
He shuffled his big feet a moment then said abruptly, ”I've got to go now!” and started to walk off.
”I'm going to the stream myself,” said Tika, catching up with him. ”I'm afraid of getting lost in the snow.” She slid her hand through his arm. ”I'm not afraid when I'm with you, though.”
Caramon quivered from head to toe. He had once thought Tika Waylan the ugliest little girl he'd ever seen and the greatest nuisance ever born. He'd gone away for five years, doing mercenary work with his twin, and come back to find Tika the most attractive, wonderful woman he'd ever known, and he'd known quite a few.
Big, handsome, and brawny, with a cheerful smile and good-hearted nature, Caramon had never lacked female companions.h.i.+p. Girls liked him and he liked them. He'd indulged in numerous dalliances with countless women, spent more time snuggling in barn lofts and behind hay mounds than he could count. No woman had ever touched his heart, however. Not until Tika. And she hadn't really touched his heart-his heart had jumped out of his chest to land plop at her feet.
He wanted to be a better person for her. He wanted to be smarter, braver, yet every time he was with her, he went all addled and befuddled, especially when she pressed her body up close against his, like she was now. Caramon recalled a talk he'd had with Goldmoon. The older woman had warned him that although Tika talked and acted like a worldly woman, she was, in truth, young and innocent. Caramon must not take advantage of her or he would hurt her deeply. Caramon was determined to keep himself under strict control, but this was very hard when Tika looked at him as she was looking at him now, with snow sparkling on her red curls and her cheeks rosy with the cold and her green eyes s.h.i.+ning.
Caramon suddenly began to suspect that she not had been out here to go the stream. She had no bucket and she certainly wasn't going to bathe. She was going to the stream because she wanted to be with him, and while this warmed him like spiced wine, the knowledge only added to his confusion.
They walked together in silence. Tika kept glancing at him, waiting for him to speak. He couldn't think of anything to say, and then, of course, she said the worst thing possible.
”I hear your brother wanted to go off to some terrible fortress called Skullcap, but Tanis wouldn't let him.” Tika s.h.i.+vered and pressed even closer to him. ”I'm glad you're not going.”
Caramon mumbled something unintelligible and kept walking. His face burned. He probably had guilt written on his forehead in letters so large a gully dwarf could read them. He saw her glance at the water skin and saw her green eyes narrow. Caramon groaned inwardly.
Tika dropped his arm. She stepped back away from him to smite him with the full force of her red-haired fury.
”You're going, aren't you?!” she cried. ”You're going to that dreadful place that everyone knows is haunted!”
Caramon made a feeble protest. ”It's not haunted.”
He realized a split second later that he should have denied going at all, but he couldn't think around her.
”Ah ha! You admit it! Flint says Skullcap's haunted!” Tika returned. ”He should know. He was born and raised around these parts. Does Tanis know you're leaving?” She answered her own question. ”Of course not. So you were going to go off and get yourself killed and never even say goodbye to me!”
Caramon had no idea where to begin to refute all these charges Finally, he said lamely, ”I'm not going to get myself killed. Raist says-”
”Raist says!” Tika mimicked him. ”Why is Raistlin going? Because it has something to do with that wizard, Fistanp.o.o.pus or whatever his name is. The one you told me about. The evil wizard who wore the Black Robes and whose wicked book Raistlin is carrying around with him. Laurana told me what Flint said about Skullcap. Only she didn't know what I know and what you know-that Raistlin has some sort of strange connection to this dead wizard.”
”You didn't tell her, did you?” Caramon asked fearfully. ”You didn't tell anyone?”
”No, I didn't, but maybe I should.”
Tika faced him, head flung back, green eyes flaring. ”If you love me, Caramon, you won't go. You'll tell that brother of yours that he can find someone else to risk his life for him and do his fetching and carrying and make his stupid tea!”
”I do love you, Tika,” said Caramon desperately, ”but Raist is my brother. We're all each of us has, and he says this is important. That the lives of all these people depend on it.”
”And you believe him!” Tika scoffed.
”Yes,” said Caramon with simple dignity. ”I do.”
Tika's eyes overflowed with tears, which spilled down her freckled cheeks. ”I hope a ghost sucks your blood dry!” she sobbed angrily, and ran off.
”Tika!” Caramon called, heart-sick.
She did not look back but kept running, slipping and stumbling over the snow-slick rocks.
Caramon wanted desperately to go after her, but he didn't. For what could he say? He could not give her what she wanted. He could not give up his brother for her, no matter how much he adored her. Raistlin must always come first. Tika was strong. Raistlin was weak, fragile, feeble.
”He needs me,” Caramon said to himself. ”He relies on me and depends on me. If I wasn't there for him, he might die, just like when he was little. She doesn't understand.”
He continued heading for the stream in order to fill the water skin, even though now they wouldn't be going. Tika would go straight to Tanis, then Tanis would go to Raistlin and forbid him to leave, and Raistlin would know Caramon had spilled the beans. If Caramon dawdled, perhaps his brother's fury would have cooled by the time he got back.
Caramon doubted it, but there was always that chance.
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