"I do not sleep until you sleep, Mina. You know that. Or you should, after all this time together."
Her head bowed. He was astonished to see two tears glitter in the candlelight, slide down her cheeks. She whisked them both swiftly away.
"I know, Gaidar," she said in m.u.f.fled voice that tried to be gruff but failed, "and I do appreciate your loyalty. If only ..." She paused, then, glancing back at him, she said, almost shyly, "Will you wait here with me?"
"Wait for what, Mina?"
"For a miracle."
Mina lifted her hands in a commanding gesture. The flames leaped and swelled, burning brighter and hotter. A wave of searing heat smote Gaidar in the face, causing him to gasp for breath and lift his hand to shield himself.
A breath filled the chamber, blew on the flames, caused them to grow stronger, burn higher. Banners and tapestries graced with emblems sacred to the Mystics hung behind the altar. The flames licked the fringe of the tapestries. The fabric caught fire.
The heat grew in intensity. Smoke coiled around the altar and around Goldmoon"s amber sarcophagus. The Solamnic female began to cough and choke and woke herself up. She stared in fearful amazement, jumped to her feet.
"Mina!" she cried. "We must get out of here!"
The flames spread rapidly from the banners to the wooden beams that supported the steep ceiling. Gaidar had never seen fire move so fast as if the wood and the walls had been soaked with oil.
"If your miracle is to burn down this temple, then the Solam-nic is right," Gaidar bellowed over the roar of the fire. "We must get out of here now, before the ceiling collapses."
"We are in no danger," Mina said calmly. "The hand of the One G.o.d protects us. Watch and wonder and glory in her power."
The gigantic wooden ceiling beams were now ablaze. At any moment, they would start to crumble and break apart, come crashing down on top of them. Gaidar was just about to grab hold of Mina and carry her out bodily, when he saw, to his utter confusion, that the flames consumed the beams entirely. Nothing was left of them. No cinders fell, no fiery timbers came thundering down in a rush of sparks. The holy fire devoured the wood, devoured the ceiling, devoured whatever materials had been used to build the roof. The flames consumed and then went out.
Nothing was left of the temple roof, not even ashes. Gaidar stared into the night sky that glittered with stars.
The corpses of the two mages sat on their bench, unseeing, uncaring. They could have perished in the flames and never made a sound, spoken no word of protest, done nothing to save themselves. At a sharply spoken command from Mina, the bodies of the mages rose to their feet and moved toward the altar. Walking without seeing where they were going, they came to a halt when Mina ordered them to stop-near Goldmoon"s amber sarcophagus-and stood once more staring at nothing.
"Watch!" said Mina softly. "The miracle begins."
Gaidar had seen many wondrous and terrible sights in his long life, particularly that part of it that revolved around Mina. He had never seen anything like this, and he stared, thunderstruck.
A hundred thousand souls filled the night sky. The ghostly mist of their hands, their faces, their diaphanous limbs blotted out the stars. Gaidar stared, aghast, amazed, to see that in their ephemeral hands, the dead carried the skulls of dragons.
Reverently, gently, the souls of the dead lowered the first skull through the charred opening where the roof had been and placed the skull on the floor, before the altar.
The skull was enormous, that of a gold dragon-Gaidar could tell by the few golden scales that clung to the bone and gleamed pathetically in the flickering candlelight. Though the altar room was large, the skull filled it.
The dead brought down another skull, that of a red dragon. The dead placed the skull of the red dragon down beside that of the gold.
Shouts and cries rose up from outside. Seeing the flames, people came running to the Temple. The shouts ceased as they gazed in shock at the wondrous and fearful sight of dragon skulls, hundreds of them, spiraling down out of the dark night, cradled in the arms of the dead.
Methodically, the dead piled the skulls one on top of the other, the largest skulls on the bottom to form a secure base, the skulls of smaller dragons piled on top of that. The mound of skulls rose higher and higher, stacking up well above what would have been the height of the steep-pitched roof.
Gaidar"s mouth went dry. His eyes burned, his throat constricted so that he had difficulty speaking.
"This is a skull totem from one of the dragon overlords!" he cried.
"Three of the dragon overlords to be precise," Mina corrected. of the dragon overlords to be precise," Mina corrected.
The totem increased in height, now taller than the tallest trees, and still the dead continued to bring more skulls to add to it.
"This is the totem of Beryllinthranox the Green and of Khel-lendros the Blue and of Malystryx the Red. As Malystryx stole the totems of the other two, so the dead steal hers."
Gaidar"s stomach shriveled. His knees weakened. He was forced to grab hold of the altar to remain standing. He was terrified, and he was not ashamed to admit to his terror.
"You have stolen Malys"s totem? The dragon will be furious, Mina. She will find out who has taken the totem, and she will come here after you!"
"I know," said Mina calmly. "That is the plan."
"She will kill you, Mina!" Gaidar gasped. "She will kill us all. I know this foul dragon. No one can stand up to her. Even her own kind are terrified of her."
"Look, Gaidar," said Mina softly.
Gaidar turned his reluctant gaze back to the pile of skulls that was now almost complete. One last skull, that of a small white dragon, was laid upon the top. The dead lingered for a moment, as if admiring their handiwork. A chill wind blew down from the mountainside, shredded the souls into wisps of fog, and dispersed them with a puff.
The eyes of dead dragons began to shine from their hollow eye sockets. It seemed to Gaidar that he could hear voices, hundreds of voices, raised in a triumphant paean. A shadowy form took shape above the totem, coiled around it covetously. The shadowy form became clearer, more distinct. Scales of many colors gleamed in the candlelight. An enormous tail curled around the totem"s base, the body of a giant dragon circled it. Five heads rose over the totem. Five heads attached to one body and that body attached to the totem.
The body lacked substance, however. The five heads were daunting, but they were not real heads, not as real as the skulls of the dead over which they hovered. The eyes of the dead dragons gleamed bright. Their light was almost blinding, and suddenly it lanced straight into the heavens.
The light of the totem blazed through the sky, and there, looking down upon them, was a single eye. The eye of the G.o.ddess.
White, staring, the eye gazed down at them, unblinking.
The body of the five-headed dragon grew more distinct, gained in substance and in strength.
"The power of the totem feeds the One G.o.d as the totem once fed Malys," Mina said. "With each pa.s.sing moment, the One G.o.d comes closer to entering the world, joining the mortal and immortal. On the Night of the Festival of the New Eye, the One G.o.d will become the paradox, she will take a mortal form and imbue it with immortality. In that moment, she will rule over all that is in the heavens and all that is below. She will rule over the living and the dead. Her victory will be a.s.sured, her triumph complete."
She will take a mortal form. Gaidar knew then why they"d been forced to cart the body of Goldmoon across Ansalon, haul it up mountains, and hoist it out of valleys. Gaidar knew then why they"d been forced to cart the body of Goldmoon across Ansalon, haul it up mountains, and hoist it out of valleys.
Takhisis"s final revenge. She would enter the body of the one person who had fought life-long against her, and she would use that body to seduce and enthrall and entrap the trusting, the innocent, the guileless.
He could hear outside the temple a hubbub of voices, raised in excitement, babbling and clamoring at the sight of this new moon in the heavens. The cry raised, "Mina! Mina!"
She would go out to them, bask in the light and warmth of their affection, far different from that chill, cold light. She would tell them that this was the work of the One G.o.d, but no one would pay any attention.
"Mina . . . Mina . . ."
She walked out the door of the ruined temple. Gaidar heard the swelling cheer raised when she appeared, heard it reverberate off the sides of the mountains, echo to the heavens.
To the heavens.
Gaidar looked up at the five heads of the ethereal dragon, swaying over the totem, consuming its power. The single eye burned, and he realized in that moment that he was closer to this G.o.ddess than Mina was or ever could be.
The trusting, the innocent, the guileless.
Gaidar wanted his bed, wanted to sleep and forget all this in dark oblivion. He would break his own rule this night. Mina was with those who adored her. She had no need of him. He was about to depart, when he heard a moan.
The Solamnic female crouched on the floor, huddled within herself, staring up, appalled, at the monster that writhed and coiled above her.
She, too, had seen the truth, "Too late," he said to her as he pa.s.sed by on his way to his bed. "Too late. For all of us."
13.
Restless Spirits
I he bodies of the two mages stood where they had been told to stand, near the amber sarcophagus in the Temple of the Heart, now the Temple of the One G.o.d. The spirit of only one of the mages was there to watch the building of the totem. Dalamar"s spirit had departed with the arrival of the skull-bearing dead. Palin continued to watch the totem grow, a monument to the strengthening power of Queen Takhisis. He had no idea where Dalamar had gone. The spirit of the dark elf was often absent, gone more than he was around.
Palin still found it disconcerting to be away from his body for any period of time, but had been venturing farther these past few days. He was growing increasingly alarmed, for he realized-as did all the dead-that Takhisis was very close to the time when she would make her triumphant entry into the world.
Palin watched the totem grow and, with it, Takhisis"s power. Takhisis could take many forms, but when dealing with dragons, she preferred her dragon form. Five heads, each of a different color and species of dragon, emerged from a body of ma.s.sive power and strength. The head of the red dragon was brutal, vicious. Flames flickered in the nostrils. The head of the blue was sleek, elegant, and deadly. Lightning crackled from between the razor-sharp fangs. The head of the black was cunning, sly, and dripped poison acid. The head of the white was cruel, calculating, and radiated a bone-numbing chill. The head of the green was devious and clever. Noxious fumes spewed from the gaping jaws.
This was Takhisis on the immortal plane, the Takhisis the dead served in dread terror, the Takhisis whom Palin hated and loathed and, despite himself, felt moved to worship. For in the eyes of the five dragons was the mind of the G.o.d, a mind that could span the vastness of eternity and see and understand the limitless possibilities and, at the same time, number all the drops in the swelling seas and count the grains of sand in the barren desert.
The sight of the Dark Queen hovering around the skulls of the dead dragons, receiving the accolades of the dead dragons, was too much for him to bear. Palin tore his spirit from his body and flitted restlessly out into the darkness.
He found it difficult to give up the habits of the living, and so he roamed the streets of Sanction in his spirit form as he might have done in his living form. He walked around buildings, when he might have pa.s.sed through them. Physical objects were no barrier to a spirit, yet they blocked him. To walk through walls-to do something that was so completely against the laws of nature-would be to admit that he had lost any connection to life, to the physical part of life. He could not do that, not yet.
His spirit form did allow him easy pa.s.sage through the streets that were clogged with people, everyone running to the newly proclaimed Temple of the One G.o.d to see the miracle. If he had been alive and breathing, Palin would have been swept up in the mob or run down, just as were two beggars floundering in the street. One, a lame man, had his crutch knocked out from under him. The other, a blind man, had lost his cane and was groping about helplessly with his hands, trying to find it.
Instinctively, Palin started to offer them help, only to remember what he was, remember there was no help he could give. Drifting nearer, Palin noted that the blind man looked familiar-the silver hair, the white robes. . . . The silver hair especially. He couldn"t see the man"s face, which was covered by bandages to hide the hideous wound that had robbed him of his sight. Palin knew the blind man, but he couldn"t place him. The man was out of context, not where he was supposed to be. The Citadel of Light came to Palin"s mind, and he suddenly recalled where he had seen this man before. This man, who was no man.
Using the eyes of the spirit world, Palin saw the true forms of the two beggars, forms that existed on the immortal plane and thus could not be banished, although they had taken other shapes in the mortal world. A silver dragon-Mirror-former guardian of the Citadel of Light stood side by side, wing-tip to wing-tip with a blue dragon.
Palin remembered then what it was to hope.
Dalamar"s spirit was also abroad this night. The dark elf ventured much farther afield than Palin. Unlike Palin, Dalamar let no physical barrier impede him. Mountains were for him as insubstantial as clouds. He pa.s.sed through the solid rock walls of Malys"s lair, penetrated its labyrinthine chambers with the ease of blinking an eye or drawing a breath.
He found the great, red dragon sleeping, as he had been accustomed to finding her on previous occasions. Yet, this time, there was a difference. On his earlier visits, she"d slept deeply and peacefully, secure in the knowledge that she was supreme ruler of this world and there were none strong enough to challenge her. Now, her sleep was troubled. Her huge feet twitched, her eyes roved behind closed lids, her nostrils inflated. Saliva drooled from her jaw, and a growl rumbled deep in her chest. She dreamed-an unpleasant dream, seemingly.
That would be nothing, compared to her waking.
"Most Great and Gracious Majesty," Dalamar said.
Malys opened one eye, another sign that her slumber was not restful. Usually Dalamar had to speak to her several times or even summon one of her minions to come wake her.
"What do you want?" she growled.
"To make you aware of what is transpiring in the world while you sleep."
"Yes, go on," Malys said, opening the other eye.
"Where is your totem, Majesty?" Dalamar asked coolly.
Malys turned her ma.s.sive head to look rea.s.suringly upon her collection of skulls, trophies of her many victories, including those over Beryl and Kh.e.l.lendros.
Her eyes widened. Her breath escaped in a sizzling hiss. Rearing up with such force that she caused the mountain to quiver, she turned her head this way and that.
"Where is it?" she bellowed, lashing out with her tail. Granite walls cracked at the blows, stalact.i.tes crashed down from the ceiling, shattered on her red scales. She paid them no attention. "Where is the thief? Who has stolen it? Tell me!"
"I will tell you," Dalamar said, ignoring her fury, for she could do him no harm. "But I want something in exchange."
"Always the shrewd bargainer!" she hissed with a flicker of flame from out her teeth.
"You are aware of my present lamentable condition," said Dalamar, extending his hands to exhibit his ghostly form. "If you recover the totem and defeat the person who has unlawfully taken it, I ask that you use your magic to restore my soul to my living body"
"Granted," said Malys with a twitch of her clawed foot. Her head leaned forward. "Who has it?"
"Mina."
"Mina?" Malys repeated, baffled. "Who is this Mina and why has she taken my totem? How How has she taken it? I smell no thief! No one has been in my lair! No thief could transport it!" has she taken it? I smell no thief! No one has been in my lair! No thief could transport it!"
"Not even an army of thieves," Dalamar agreed. "An army of the dead could. And did."
"Mina . . ." Malys breathed the name with loathing. "Now I remember. I heard it said that she commanded an army of souls. What rubbish!"
"The "rubbish" stole away the totem while you slept, Majesty, and they have rebuilt it in Sanction, in what was once known as the Temple of the Heart, but is now known as the Temple of the One G.o.d."
"This so-called One G.o.d again," snarled Malys. "This One G.o.d is starting to annoy me."
"The One G.o.d could do far more than annoy you, Majesty," said Dalamar coolly. "This One G.o.d was responsible for the destruction of Cyan Bloodbane, your cousin Beryl, and Kh.e.l.lendros the Blue-next to yourself, the three mightiest dragons in Krynn. This One G.o.d has encompa.s.sed the fall of Silvanesti, the destruction of Qualinost, the defeat of the Solamnic Knights in Solanthus, and now she has been victorious in Sanction. You alone stand in the way of her absolute triumph."
Malys glowered, silent, brooding. He had spoken harshly, and although she didn"t like to hear it, she couldn"t deny the truth.
"She steals my totem. Why?" Malys asked sullenly.
"It has not been your totem for a long time," Dalamar replied. "The One G.o.d has been subverting the souls of the dead dragons who once worshiped her. She has been using the power of their souls to fuel her own power. By stealing the totems of your cousin and Kh.e.l.lendros, you played into the One G.o.d"s hands. You made the souls of the dead dragons more powerful still. Do not underestimate this G.o.ddess. Although she was weakened and near destruction when first she came to this world, she has recovered her strength, and she is now poised to lay claim to a prize she has long coveted."
"You speak as if you know this G.o.ddess," said Malys, eyeing Dalamar with contempt.
"I do know her," said Dalamar, "and so do you-by reputation. Her name is Takhisis."
"Yes, I"ve heard of her," said Malys, with a dismissive flick of a claw. "I heard she abandoned this world during the war with Father Chaos."
"She did not abandon it," said Dalamar. "She stole it and brought it here, as she had long planned to do with the aid of Kh.e.l.lendros. Did you never stop to think how this world suddenly came into being in this part of the universe? Did you never wonder?"
"No, why should I?" Malys returned angrily. "If food falls into the hands of a starving man, he does not question, he eats!"