"A Solamnic patrol came out of nowhere, Madam," said Gerard evenly. He looked straight into the amber eyes. "I think they hoped to seize our supply wagon. We drove them away."
"His Majesty fought them, too?" asked Mina, with a half smile.
"When they saw he was an elf, they sought to rescue him. Madam."
"I didn"t want to be rescued," Silvanoshei added. didn"t want to be rescued," Silvanoshei added.
Gerard"s lips tightened. That statement was true enough.
Mina cast the young elf a cool glance, then turned her attention back to Gerard.
"I saw no bodies."
"You know Solamnics, Madam," he replied evenly. "You know what cowards they are. We rattled our swords at them, and they ran away."
"I do do know Solamnics," Mina replied, "and contrary to what you believe, Sir Gerard, I have a great respect for them." know Solamnics," Mina replied, "and contrary to what you believe, Sir Gerard, I have a great respect for them."
Mina"s amber gaze swept over the line of Knights, unerringly picked out the four who had been involved. Her gaze fixed longest on Clorant, who tried to defy it, but ended up squirming and cringing. Finally, she turned her amber eyes back to Silvanoshei, another insect caught in the warm resin.
"Sir Gerard," said Mina, "do you know where to find the City Guard Headquarters?"
"No, Madam," said Gerard. "I have never been in Sanction. But I have no doubt I can locate it."
"There you will find secure prison cells. You will escort His Majesty to these cells and make certain that he is locked in one of them. See to his comfort. This is for your own protection, Your Majesty," Mina added. "Someone might try to "rescue" you again, and the next time you might not have such a valiant defender."
Gerard glanced at Silvanoshei, then looked away. The sight was too painful. Her words might have been a dagger thrust in the elf"s gut. His face drained of life. Even the lips lost their color. In the young man"s livid face, the burning eyes were the only life.
"Mina," he said quietly, desperately. "I have to know one thing. Did you ever love me? Or have you just been using me?"
"Sir Gerard," said Mina, turning away. "You have your orders."
"Yes, Madam," he said. Taking the reins from the elf"s hand, he started to lead his horse away.
"Mina," pleaded Silvanoshei. "I deserve at least that much. To know the truth."
Mina glanced back at him, over her shoulder.
"My love, my life is the One G.o.d."
Gerard led the elf"s horse away.
The City Guard Headquarters turned out to be south of the West Gate by a few blocks. The two rode in silence through the streets that had been deserted when the army marched in, but were now filling rapidly with the soldiers of the army of the One G.o.d. Gerard had to watch where they were going to avoid riding down anyone, and their progress was slow. He glanced back in concern for Silvanoshei, saw his face set, his jaw clenched, his eyes staring down at the hands that gripped the pommel so tightly the knuckles were chalk white.
"Women." Gerard grunted. "It happens to all of us."
Silvanoshei smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Well, he"s right, Gerard admitted. None of the rest of us had a G.o.d involved in our love-making.
They rode past the West Gate. Gerard had been harboring a vague notion that he and the elf might be able to escape during the confusion, but he discarded that idea immediately. The road was clogged with Mina"s troops, and more remained on the field outside the city. Every man they pa.s.sed cast Silvanoshei a dark, frowning glance. More than one muttered threats.
Mina is right, Gerard decided. Prison is probably the safest place for the young man. If any place is safe for Silvanoshei in Sanction.
The city guards had either fled the guardhouse or been killed. Mina had placed one of her Knights in charge. The Knight glanced without interest at Silvanoshei, listened with impatience to Gerard"s insistence that the young man be placed under special guard. The Knight jerked a thumb in the direction of the cell block. A brief search turned up the keys.
Gerard escorted his prisoner to a cell in darkest corner of the block, hoping he would escape notice.
"I"m sorry about this, Your Majesty," said Gerard.
Silvanoshei shrugged, sat down on the stone block that pa.s.sed for a bed. Gerard shut the cell door, locked it.
At the sound of key turning, Silvanoshei raised his head. "I should thank you for saving my life."
"I"ll bet now you wished I"d let them kill you," said Gerard, sympathetic.
"Their swords would have been less painful," Silvanoshei agreed with a pale flicker of a smile. swords would have been less painful," Silvanoshei agreed with a pale flicker of a smile.
Gerard glanced around. They were the only two in the cell-blocks. "Your Majesty," he said quietly. "I can help you escape. Not now-there"s something else I have to do first. But soon."
"Thank you, sir. But you"d be putting yourself in danger for nothing. I can"t escape."
"Your Majesty," said Gerard, his voice hardening, "you saw her, you heard her. You have no chance with her! She doesn"t love you. She"s all wrapped up in this . . . this G.o.d of hers."
"Not only hers. My G.o.d, too," he said, speaking with an eerie calm. "The One G.o.d promised me that Mina and I would be together."
"Do you still believe that?"
"No," Silvanoshei said, after a moment. The word seemed wrenched from him. "No, I don"t."
"Then be ready. I"ll come back for you."
Silvansoshei shook his head.
"Your Majesty," said Gerard, exasperated, "do you know the reason Mina lured you here away from your kingdom? Because she knows that your people will not follow anyone but you. The Silvanesti are sitting around waiting for you to return to them. Go back and be their king, the king she fears!"
"Go back to be their king." Silvanoshei"s mouth twisted. "Go back to my mother, you mean. Go back to ignominy and shame, tears and rebukes. I would sit in this prison cell the rest of my life-and we elves live a long, long time-rather than face that,"
"Look, d.a.m.n it, if it was just you, I"d let you rot here," Gerard said grimly. "But you"re their king, like it or not. You have to think about your people,"
"I am," said Silvanoshei. "I will."
Rising to his feet, he walked over to Gerard, tugging on a ring as he came. "You"re a Solamnic Knight, as Mina said, aren"t you? Why are you here? To spy on Mina?"
Gerard glowered, shrugged, didn"t answer.
"You don"t have to admit it," said Silvanoshei. "Mina saw into your heart. That"s why she set you to guard me. If you"re serious about wanting to help me-"
"I am, Your Majesty," said Gerard.
"Then take this." Silvanoshei handed through the cell bars a blue, glittering ring. "Somewhere out there-close by, I"m certain- you will find an elven warrior. His name is Samar. He has been sent by my mother to bring me back home. Give him this ring. He will recognize it. I"ve worn it since I was a child. When he asks you how you came by it, tell him you took it from my corpse."
"Your Majesty-"
Silvanoshei thrust the ring at him. "Take it. Tell him I am dead."
"Why would I lie? And why would he believe me?" Gerard asked, hesitating.
"Because he will want to believe you," said Silvanoshei. "And by this action, you will free me."
Gerard took the ring, that was a circlet of sapphires, small enough to fit a child"s hand.
"How will I find this Samar?"
"I will teach you a song," said Silvanoshei. "An old elven children"s song. My mother used it as a signal if ever she needed to warn me of danger. Sing the song as you ride. Samar will hear it, and he will be intensely curious as to how you-a human- would know this song. He will find you."
"And then slit my throat-"
"He"ll want to interrogate you first," said Silvanoshei. "Samar is a man of honor. If you tell him the truth, he"ll know you for a man of honor, as well."
"I wish you"d reconsider, Your Majesty," Gerard said. He was starting to like this young man, even as he deeply pitied him.
Silvanoshei shook his head.
"Very well," said Gerard, sighing. "How does this song go?"
Silvanoshei taught the song to Gerard. The words were simple, the melody melancholy. It was a song meant to teach a child to count. ""Five for the fingers on each hand. Four for the legs upon a horse."" ""Five for the fingers on each hand. Four for the legs upon a horse.""
The last line he knew he would never forget.
""One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so." "
Silvanoshei went to the stone bed, lay down upon it, turned away his face.
"Tell Samar I am dead," he reiterated softly. "If it"s any comfort to you, Sir Knight, you won"t be telling a lie. You"ll be telling him the truth."
11.
To Free the Snared Bird
Gerard emerged from the prison to find that night had fallen. He looked up the street and down, even took a casual saunter behind the prison, and saw no one lurking in a doorway or hiding in the shadows.
"This is my chance," he muttered. "I can ride out of the gate, lose myself in the confusion of the troops setting up camp, find this Samar, and start over from there. That"s what I"ll do. Leaving now is logical. It makes sense. Yes, that"s definitely what I"m going to do."
But even as he said this to himself, even as he told himself repeatedly that this was his best course of action, he knew very well that he wouldn"t. He would go find Samar, he had to go-he had promised Silvanoshei he would, and that was a promise he planned to keep, even if he didn"t plan to keep any of the rest of the promises he"d made to the young man.
First, he had to talk to Odila. The reason was, of course, that he hoped to persuade her to come with him. He had thought up some very fine arguments against this One G.o.d and he planned to use them.
The Temple of the Heart was an ancient building that predated the Cataclysm. Dedicated to the worship of the old G.o.ds of Light, the temple had been built at the foot of Mount Grish-nor and was reputed to be the oldest structure in Sanction, probably built when Sanction was little more than a fishing village. Various rumors and legends surrounded the temple, including one that the foundation stone had been laid by one of the Kingpriests, who"d had the misfortune to be shipwrecked. Washing up on this sh.o.r.e, the Kingpriest had given thanks to Paladine for his survival. To show his grat.i.tude, he built a temple to the G.o.ds.
After the Cataclysm, the temple might have suffered the same fate as many other temples during that time, when people took out their anger on the G.o.ds by attacking and destroying their temples. This temple remained standing, unscathed, mostly due to the rumor that the spirit of that same Kingpriest lingered here, refusing to allow anyone to harm his tribute to the G.o.ds. The temple suffered from neglect, but that was all.
Following the Chaos War, the vengeful spirit must have departed, for the Mystics of the Citadel of Light moved into the temple without encountering any ghosts.
A small, square, unimposing structure of white marble, the temple had a steeply pitched roof that soared up among the trees. Beneath the roof was a central altar chamber-the largest and most important room in the temple. Other rooms surrounded the altar and were there to support it: sleeping quarters for the priests, a library, and so forth. Two sets of double doors led into the temple from the front.
Deciding that he would make faster time in the crowded streets on foot, Gerard stabled his horse in a hostelry near the West Gate and walked north to where the temple stood on a hill, somewhat isolated from the city, overlooking it.
He found a few people gathered in front of the temple, listening to Mina telling them of the miracles of the One G.o.d. An elderly man frowned exceedingly, but most of the others appeared interested.
The temple flared with lights, both inside and out. Huge double doors were propped open. Under Gaidar"s command, the Knights were carrying Goldmoon"s amber sarcophagus into the altar room. The head of the minotaur was easily seen, his horns and snout silhouetted against the flames of torches that had been placed in sconces on the walls. Mina kept close watch on the procedure, glancing often in the direction of the procession to make certain that the sarcophagus was being handled carefully, that her Knights were behaving with dignity and respect.
Pausing in the deep shadows of a night-shrouded tree to reconnoiter, and, hopefully, try to catch a glimpse of Odila, Gerard watched the amber sarcophagus move slowly and with stately formality into the temple. He heard Gaidar issue a sharp rebuke at one point, saw Mina turn her head swiftly to look. She was so concerned that she lost the thread of her exhortation and was forced to think a moment to remember where she"d left off.
Gerard could never ask for a better time to talk to Odila than this, while Gaidar was supervising the funeral detail and Mina was proselytizing. When a group of Knights walked toward the temple, carrying Mina"s baggage, Gerard fell in behind them.
The Knights were in a good mood, talking and laughing over what a fine joke it was on the do-gooder Mystics that Mina had taken over their temple. Gerard couldn"t see the humor himself, and he doubted very much if Mina would have been pleased had she overheard them.
The Knights entered through another set of double doors, heading for Mina"s living quarters. Looking through an open door on his left into a blaze of candle light, Gerard saw Odila standing beside the altar, directing the placement of the amber sarcophagus on several wooden trestles.
Gerard hung back in the shadows, hoping for a chance to catch Odila alone. The Knights lumbered in with their burden, deposited it with much grunting and groaning and a yelp and a curse, as one of the men dropped his end of the coffin prematurely, causing it to pinch the fingers of another man"s hand. Odila issued a sharp rebuke. Gaidar growled a threat. The men pushed and shoved, and soon the crystal sarcophagus was in place.
Hundreds of white candles burned on the altar, probably placed there by Odila"s hands. The reflection of the candles burned in the amber, so that it seemed Goldmoon lay in the midst of a myriad tiny flames. The light illuminated her waxen face. She looked more peaceful than Gerard remembered, if such a thing were possible. Perhaps, as Mina had said, Goldmoon was pleased to be home.
Gerard wiped his sleeve across his forehead. The candles gave off a surprising amount of heat. Gerard found a seat on a bench in the back of the altar room. He moved as quietly as he could, holding his sword to keep it from knocking against the wall. He couldn"t see very well, having stared into the candle flames, and he b.u.mped into someone. Gerard was about to make his excuses when he saw, with a shudder, that his companion was Palin. The mage sat unmoving on the bench, stared unblinking into the candle flames.
Touching the mage"s flaccid arm was like touching a warm corpse. Feeling his gorge rise, Gerard moved hastily to another bench. He sat down, waited impatiently for the minotaur to leave, "I will post a guard around the sarcophagus," Gaidar stated.
Gerard muttered a curse. He hadn"t counted on that.
"No need," Odila said. "Mina is coming to worship at the altar, and she has given orders that she is to be left alone."
Gerard breathed more freely, then his breathing stopped altogether. The minotaur was half-way out the door when he paused, sent a searching gaze throughout the altar room. Gerard froze in place, trying desperately to remember whether or not minotaur have good night vision. It seemed to him that Gaidar saw him, for the beady, bovine eyes stared straight at him. He waited tensely for Gaidar to call to him, but, after a moment"s scrutiny, the minotaur walked out.
Gerard wiped away the sweat that was now running down his face and dripping off his chin. Slowly and cautiously, he edged out from the rows of benches and walked toward the front of the altar. He tried to be quiet, but leather creaked, metal rattled.
Odila was swathed in candlelight. Her face was partially turned toward him, and he was alarmed to see how thin and wasted she had grown. Riding for weeks in the wagon, doing nothing but listening to Mina"s harangues and force-feeding the mages had caused her fine muscle tone to diminish. She could probably still wield her sword, but she wouldn"t last two rounds with a healthy, battle-hardened opponent.
She no longer laughed or spoke much, but went about her duties in silence. Gerard hadn"t liked this G.o.d before. Now he was starting to actively hate the One G.o.d. What sort of G.o.d stamped out joy and was offended by laughter? No sort of G.o.d he wanted to have anything to do with. He was glad he"d come to talk to her, hoped to be able to convince her to abandon this and come away with him.