Part 23 (1/2)
But even as the hope was born, it died within him. One look at her face as she bent over the candles and he knew he was wasting his time.
He was suddenly reminded of an old poacher's trick for snaring a bird. You attach berries at intervals to a long, thin cord tied to a stake. The bird eats the berries, one by one, ingesting the cord at the same time. When the bird reaches the end of the cord, it tries to fly away, but by now the cord is wound up inside its vitals, and it cannot escape.
One by one, Odila had consumed the berries attached to the lethal cord. The last was the power to work miracles. She was tied to the One G.o.d, and only a miracle-a reverse miracle-would cut her free.
Well, perhaps friends.h.i.+p was that sort of miracle.
”Odila-” he began.
”What do you want, Gerard?” she asked, without turning around.
”I have to talk to you,” he said. ”Please, just a moment. It won't take long.”
Odila sat down on a bench near the amber sarcophagus. Gerard would have been happier sitting farther back, out of the light and the heat, but Odila wouldn't move. Tense and preoccupied, she cast frequent glances at the door, glances that were half-nervous, half-expectant.
”Odila, listen to me,” said Gerard. ”I'm leaving Sanction. Tonight. I came to tell you that and to try to convince you to leave with me.”
”No,” she said, glancing at the door. ”I ”I can't leave now. I have too much to do here before Mina comes.” can't leave now. I have too much to do here before Mina comes.”
”I'm not asking you to go on a picnic!” he said, exasperated. ”I'm asking you to escape this place with me, tonight! The city is in confusion, what with soldiers marching in and out. No one knows what's going on. It'll be hours before some sort of order is established. Now's the perfect time to leave.”
”Then go,” she said, shrugging. ”I don't want you around anyway.”
She started to rise. He grabbed her arm, gripped her wrist tightly, and saw her wince with pain.
”You don't want me around because I remind you of what you used to be. You don't like this One G.o.d. You don't like the change that's come over you anymore than I do. Why are you doing this to yourself?”
”Because, Gerard,” Odila said wearily, as if she'd gone over the same argument again and again, ”the One G.o.d is a G.o.d. A G.o.d who came to this world to care for us and guide us.”
”Where? Off the edge of a precipice?” Gerard demanded. ”After the Chaos War, Goldmoon found her guide in her own heart. Love and caring, compa.s.sion, truth, and honor did not leave with G.o.ds of light. They are inside each of us. Those are our guides or they should be.”
”At her death, Goldmoon turned to the One G.o.d,” said Odila, glancing at the still, calm face entombed in amber.
”Did she?” Gerard demanded harshly. ”I wonder about that. If she really did embrace the One G.o.d, why didn't the One G.o.d keep her alive to go around shouting her miracle to the world? Why did the One G.o.d feel it necessary to stop her mouth in death and lock her up in an amber prison?”
”She will be freed, Mina says,” said Odila defensively. ”On the Night of the New Eye, the One G.o.d will raise Goldmoon from the dead, and she will come forth to rule the world.”
Gerard released her hand, let go of her. ”So you won't come with me?”
Odila shook her head. ”No, Gerard, I won't. I know you don't understand. I'm not as strong as you are. I'm all by myself in the dark forest, and I'm afraid. I'm glad to have a guide, and if the guide is not perfect, neither am I. Goodbye, Gerard. Thank you for your friends.h.i.+p and your caring. Go on your journey safely in the name of the-”
”One G.o.d?” he said grimly ”No, thanks.”
Turning, he walked out of the altar room.
The first place Gerard went was to the army's central command post, located in the former Souk Bazaar, whose stalls and shops had been replaced by a small city of tents. Here, the contents of the strongboxes were being distributed.
Taking his place in line, Gerard felt a certain satisfaction in taking the Dark Knights' steel. He'd earned it, no question about that, and he would need money for his journey back to Lord Ulrich's manor or wherever the Knights were consolidating their forces.
After receiving his pay, he headed for the West Gate and freedom. He put Odila out of his mind, refused to let himself think about her. He removed most of his armor-the braces and greaves and his chain mail, but continued to wear the cuira.s.s and helm. Both were uncomfortable, but he had to consider the possibility that sooner or later Gaidar might grow tired of shadowing Gerard and just stab him in the back.
The bulk of the two towers of the West Gate loomed black against the red light that shone from the lava moat surrounding the city. The gates had been shut. The gate guards weren't about to open them until they'd had a good look at Gerard and heard his story-that he was a messenger dispatched to Jelek with word of their victory. The guards wished him a good journey and opened a wicket gate to let him ride through.
Glancing back to see the walls of Sanction lined with men, Gerard was once more profoundly and grudgingly impressed with Mina's leaders.h.i.+p and her ability to impose discipline and order on her troops.
”She will grow in strength and in power every day she remains here,” he remarked gloomily to himself as his horse cantered through the gate. Ahead of him was the harbor and beyond that the black expanse of New Sea. A whiff of salt air was a welcome relief from the continuous smell of sulfur and brimstone that lingered in the air of Sanction. ”And how are we to fight her?”
”You can't.”
A hulking figure blocked his path. Gerard recognized the voice, as his horse recognized the stench of minotaur. The horse snorted and reared, and Gerard had his hands full trying to remain on the animal's back, during which frantic few moments he lost any opportunity he might have had to either run the minotaur down or gallop away and leave him standing in the dust.
The minotaur drew closer, his b.e.s.t.i.a.l face faintly illuminated by the red glow of the lava that made Sanction's night perpetual twilight. Gaidar grabbed hold of the horse's bridle.
Gerard drew his sword. He had no doubt that this was going to be their final confrontation, and he was not in much doubt about how it would end. He'd heard tales of how Gaidar had once cut a man in two with a single stroke of his ma.s.sive sword. One glance at the knotty muscles of the arms and the smooth, sleek muscles of the minotaur's hairy chest attested to the veracity of the storyteller.
”Look, Gaidar,” Gerard said, interrupting the minotaur as he was about to speak, ”I've had a bellyful of sermons, and I'm fed up with being watched day and night. You know that I'm a Solamnic Knight sent here to spy on Mina. I know you know, so let's just end this right now-”
”I would like to fight you, Solamnic,” said Gaidar, and his voice was cold. ”I would like to kill you, but I am forbidden.”
”I figured as much,” said Gerard, lowering his sword. ”May I ask why?”
”You serve her. You do her bidding.”
”Now, see here, Gaidar, you and I both know that I'm not riding to do Mina's bidding-” Gerard began, then stopped, growing confused. Here he was, arguing for his own death.
”By her, her, I do not mean Mina,” said Gaidar. ”I mean the One G.o.d. Have you never thought to find out the name?” I do not mean Mina,” said Gaidar. ”I mean the One G.o.d. Have you never thought to find out the name?”
”Of the One G.o.d?” Gerard was becoming increasingly annoyed by this conversation. ”No. To be honest, I never really gave a rat's-”
”Takhisis,” said Gaidar.
”-a.s.s,” said Gerard, and then fell silent.
He sat on his horse in the road in the darkness, thinking, it all makes sense. It all makes b.l.o.o.d.y, horrible, awful sense. No need to ask him if he believed the minotaur. Deep inside, Gerard had suspected this truth all along.
”Why are you telling me this?” he demanded.
”I am not allowed to kill you,” Gaidar said dourly, ”but I can kill your spirit. I know your plans. You carry a message from that wretched elf king to his people, begging them to come save him. Why do you think Mina chose you to take the elf to prison, if not to be his 'messenger'? She wants wants you to bring his people here. Bring the entire elven nation. Bring the Knights of Solamnia-what is left of them. Bring them all here to witness the glory of Queen Takhisis on the Night of the New Eye.” you to bring his people here. Bring the entire elven nation. Bring the Knights of Solamnia-what is left of them. Bring them all here to witness the glory of Queen Takhisis on the Night of the New Eye.”
The minotaur released the horse's bridle. ”Ride off, Solamnic, Ride to whatever dreams of victory and glory you have in your heart and know, as you ride, that they are nothing but ash.
Takhisis controls your destiny. All you do, you do in her name. As do I.”
Giving Gerard an ironic salute, the minotaur turned and walked back to the walls of Sanction.