Part 28 (2/2)
Windwolf too took advantage of Earth Son's silence. ”I have done all in my power to ensure that I know the truth. We of the Wind Clan have learned the human tongue and I have sent members of my household out to Earth proper to travel it extensively. If the oni are on Earth, they have concealed themselves well. They have pa.s.sed out of the minds of humans, out of their nightmares, and nearly out of their language.”
”But they are in Pittsburgh now.”
Windwolf's face went bleak. ”Yes. That is undeniable. How they came to be there, that is not known.”
”The human Pathway opens to Onihida!” Earth Son cried.
”No!” Windwolf's denial rang through the hall. ”If it opened to Onihida, the oni would have flooded out, unchecked, long ago. Look at this wilderness and think of their numbers. If they had clear pa.s.sage, nothing would stop them! The only reason they would be using subversion would be because frontal attack is not possible.”
”You speak as if you know this as truth.”
”I know that the sun is hot, the stars are distant, and rules of warfare follow certain logic, regardless of the world.”
”There is a door, open but not open.” A female spoke in a cold, dispa.s.sionate tone, and all turned to look at her. In the s.h.i.+ft of bodies, Tinker picked her out. She was willow-slender, dressed in pale moth white, with a glistening red ribbon tied over her eyes and trailing down over her gown like a trail of blood. ”Darkness presses against the frame but can not pa.s.s through. The light beyond is too brilliant; it burns the beast.”
”Can we keep the door from opening?” someone asked.
”No. It is only a matter of time. But if it is a time of our choosing, then the beast will be slain. If we do nothing and let the darkness come when it will, all will be lost to night.”
The very lack of emotion was chilling. The room had stilled to utter silence, everyone straining to hear. Tinker caught Pony's shoulder and pulled him down to whisper in his ear, ”Who is that?”
”The intanyai seyosa, intanyai seyosa,” Pony whispered. Literally it meant ”one who sows and harvests the most favorable future of all,” but what did that mean?
Sparrow hissed them to silence.
”How do we choose?” the same questioner asked.
”Bind the pivot,” the intanyai seyosa intanyai seyosa said. ”If the pivot be true, then the battle can be won. If the pivot proves false, all will be lost.” said. ”If the pivot be true, then the battle can be won. If the pivot proves false, all will be lost.”
”Is the pivot here?” the questioner asked.
The female raised her hand and pointed. Elves parted like water, stepping back out of the way, and the finger did not waver. Where moments before Tinker could barely see the blindfolded elf, suddenly there was a clear path between them, and the female pointed straight at Tinker's chest.
Let there be someone behind me! Tinker s.h.i.+fted sideways as she glanced over her shoulder. No one stood behind her. When she looked back, the finger still pointed straight at her as if laser guided. Tinker s.h.i.+fted sideways as she glanced over her shoulder. No one stood behind her. When she looked back, the finger still pointed straight at her as if laser guided.
”s.h.i.+t,” she whispered.
Windwolf gave her a look of dismay and alarm. He turned back toward the front of the room. ”What is the meaning of this?”
All other eyes remained on Tinker. The hard fixed interest was daunting. She wanted to hide, but there seemed to be no place to take cover. Pony must have sensed her fear; he stepped in front of Tinker to s.h.i.+eld her with his body.
Gratefulness profound as love filled Tinker, and she reached out to lay her hand on Pony's back. He glanced over his shoulder at her touch and whispered, ”Neither Windwolf nor I will let harm come to you.”
”Calm yourself, cousin,” the questioner commanded. ”Let her come forth. We wish to see her for ourselves.”
Pony gave Tinker a querying look, and she nodded, even though she still felt like bolting from the room. She couldn't hide behind him forever. He stepped smoothly to one side, and-as they practiced on the gossamer-they walked toward the queen. At least the seer had cleared them a path.
There was no mistaking Queen Soulful Ember. Not that one could truly mistake her, for she sat while everyone stood, crowned with a ruby-studded circlet. There seemed to be nearly visible power emanating off her, like the pulse of a heavy engine against the skin. Tinker expected her to be beautiful, but that was too meager a word for the queen. Soulful Ember was glorious: skin a radiant white, hair so gold it was metallic, eyes so blue they seemed neon.
Pony stopped and went down to one knee. Tinker carefully measured out the two extra steps beyond him that her rank allowed, and then gave a deep bow. Windwolf came to stand beside her, and she wished she could find his presence more comforting. He was at least a familiar face, but he obviously didn't know what he'd gotten her dragged into.
The queen studied Tinker for a moment, glanced to Windwolf as if puzzled by his choice, and asked, ”How old are you?”
”Eighteen.”
”You're only counting the days you've been an elf?”
Tinker frowned, trying to translate it, then shook her head. ”I'm eighteen years old.”
”You said nothing, cousin, as to how young she was. She's just a baby.”
Tinker flushed with anger, and snapped, ”I am not,” out of habit, and then winced as she remembered to whom she was talking. ”I'm an adult.”
”Did you know she was the pivot when you had me summon her?” Windwolf growled.
”We suspected her,” Queen Soulful Ember said without apology or anger in her voice. ”The pivot would be marked with the Wind Clan dau dau. That is why we demanded that Lifted Sparrow By Wind accompany you originally. It was not known that you'd taken a wife.”
”I don't understand. What is a pivot?” Tinker said.
”As there are layers of worlds, there are layers of future,” the queen said. ”Paths can be taken to lead to very different outcomes or just the same conclusion via a different route. Usually it is the action that chooses the path, not the person acting; any messenger can deliver the important message, and any sailor can lose the vital s.h.i.+p in a storm. When only one person can guide the future, they are a pivot.”
”Are you serious?” Tinker looked to Windwolf. ”How can you know the future?”
”It is the nature of magic to splinter things down to possibilities,” Windwolf explained. ”Spells merely guide the outcome to the desired path. In the presence of magic, the ability of humans and elves to guess the future becomes the ability to see possible futures.”
”Lain says fortune telling is mumble-jumble,” Tinker said.
Windwolf looked pained. ”Yet Lain sees the future in her dreams.”
”You brought me a tengu, and wanted me to bandage it,” Lain had said the night Tinker brought her the wounded Windwolf. ”I kept on telling you that it was dangerous, but you wouldn't listen to me....”
And Tooloo had known too. ”He'll swallow you up, and nothing will be left.”
They had seen, in some fearful way, that Windwolf would unmake the human Tinker, leaving an elf in her place.
Tinker turned to the blindfolded elf, suddenly trembling. ”What do I need to do?”
”You weave the ropes to bind yourself. Be true, and the battle can be won. Be false, all will be lost.”
”What the h.e.l.l does that mean?” Tinker whispered fiercely to Windwolf in English. ”They're not going to tie me up, are they?”
”Dreams are the forerunners of visions,” Windwolf said. ”She does not have to be asleep to see, but they are still...difficult to determine their true meaning.”
”So she could be wrong about me?”
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