They sat in judgment, five on the side of light: Mishakal, gentle G.o.ddess of healing; Kiri-Jolith, beloved of the Solamnic Knights; Majere, friend of Paladine, who came from Beyond; Habakkuk, G.o.d of the sea; Branchala, whose music soothes the heart.
Five took the side of darkness: Sargonnas, G.o.d of vengeance, who looked unmoved on the fall of his consort; Morgion, G.o.d of disease; Chemosh, lord of the undead, angered at her intrusion in what had once been his province; Zeboim, who blamed Takhisis for the death of her loved son, Ariakan; Hiddukel, who cared only that the balance be maintained.
Six stood between: Gilean, who held the book; Sirrion, G.o.d of nature; Shinare, his mate, G.o.d of commerce; Reorx, the forger of the world; Chislev, G.o.ddess of the woodland; Zivilyn, who once more saw past, present and future.
The three children, Solinari, Nuitari, Lunitari, stood together, as always.
One place, on the side of light, was empty.
One place, on the side of darkness, was empty.
Takhisis cursed them. She screamed in rage, crying out with one voice now, not five, and her voice was the voice of a mortal. The fire of her eyes that had once scorched the sun dwindled to the flicker of the candle flame that may be blown out with a breath. The weight of her flesh and bone dragged her down from the ethers. The thudding of her heart sounded loud in her ears, every beat telling her that some day that beating would stop and death would come. She had to breathe or suffocate. She had to work to draw one breath after the other. She felt the pangs of hunger that she had never known and all the other pains of this weak and fragile body. She, who had traversed the heavens and roamed among the stars, stared down with loathing at the two feet on which she now must plod.
Lifting her eyes, that were gritty with sand and burning with fury, Takhisis saw Mina, standing before her, young, strong, beautiful.
"You did this," Takhisis raved. "You connived with them to bring about my downfall. You wanted them to sing your name, not my own!"
Takhisis drew her sword and lunged at Mina. "I may be mortal, but I can still deal death!"
Gaidar gave a bellowing roar. He leaped to stop the blow, jumped in front of Mina to shield her with his body, raised his sword to defend her.
The Dark Queen"s blade swept down in a slashing arc. The blade severed Gaidar"s sword arm, hacked it off below the shoulder.
Arm, hand, sword fell at his feet, lay there in a widening pool of his own blood. He fell to his knees, fought the pain and shock that were trying to rob him of his senses.
The Dark Queen lifted her sword and held it poised above Mina"s head.
Mina said softly, "Forgive me," and stood braced for the blow.
His own life ebbing away, Gaidar was about to make a desperate lunge, when something smote him from behind. Gaidar looked up with dimming eyes to see Silvanoshei standing over him.
The elf king held in his hand the broken fragment of the dragonlance. He threw the lance, threw it with the strength of his anguish and his guilt, threw it with the strength of his fear and his love.
The lance struck Takhisis, lodged in her breast.
She stared down in shock to see the lance protruding from her flesh. Her fingers moved to touch the bright, dark blood welling from the terrible wound. She staggered, started to fall.
Mina sprang forward with a wild cry of grief and love. She clasped the dying queen in her arms.
"Don"t leave me, Mother," Mina cried. "Don"t leave me here alone!"
Takhisis ignored her. Her eyes fixed upon Paladine, and in them her hatred burned, endless, eternal.
"If I have lost everything, so have you. The world in which you took such delight can never go back to the way it was. I have done that much, at least."
Blood frothed upon the queen"s lips. She coughed, struggled to draw a final breath. "Someday you will know the pain of death. Worse than that, Brother"-Takhisis smiled, grimly, derisively, as the shadows clouded her eyes-"you will know the pain of life."
Her breath bubbled with blood. Her body shuddered, and her hands fell limp. Her head lolled back on Mina"s cradling arm. The eyes fixed, stared into the night she had ruled so long and that she would rule no more.
Mina clasped the dead queen to her breast, rocked her, weeping. The rest, Gaidar, the strange elf, the G.o.ds, were silent, stunned. The only sound was Mina"s harsh sobs. Silvanoshei, white-lipped and ashen-faced, laid a hand upon her shoulder.
"Mina, she was going to kill you. I couldn"t let her. . . ."
Mina lifted her tear-ravaged face. Her amber eyes were hot, liquid, burned when they touched his flesh.
"I wanted to die. I would have died happily, gratefully, for I would have died serving her. Now, I live and she is gone and I have no one. No one!"
Her hand, wet with the blood of her queen, grasped Takhisis"s sword.
Paladine sought to intercede, to stop her. An unseen hand shoved him off balance, sent him tumbling into the sand. A voice thundered from the heavens.
"We will have our revenge, Mortal," said Sargonnas.
Mina plunged the sword into Silvanoshei"s stomach.
The young elf gasped, stared at her in astonishment.
"Mina . . ." His pallid lips formed the word. He had no voice to speak it. His face contorted in pain.
Furious, grim-faced, Mina thrust harder, drove the sword deeper. She let him hang, impaled on the blade, for a long moment, while she looked at him, let the amber eyes harden over him. Satisfied that he was dying, she yanked the sword free.
Silvanoshei slid down the blade that was smeared with his blood and crumpled into the sand.
Clutching the b.l.o.o.d.y sword, Mina walked over to Paladine, who was slowly picking himself up off the floor of the arena.
Mina gazed at him, absorbed him into the amber. She tossed the sword of Takhisis at his feet.
"You will will feel the pain of death. But not yet. Not now. So my Queen wished it, and I obey her last wishes. But know this, wretch. In the face of every elf I meet, I will see your face. The life of every elf I take will be your life. And I will take many ... to pay for the one." feel the pain of death. But not yet. Not now. So my Queen wished it, and I obey her last wishes. But know this, wretch. In the face of every elf I meet, I will see your face. The life of every elf I take will be your life. And I will take many ... to pay for the one."
She spat at him, spat into his face. She turned to the G.o.ds, regarded them in defiance. Then Mina knelt beside the body of her queen. She kissed the cold forehead. Lifting the body in her arms, Mina carried her dead from the Temple of Duerghast.
All was silent in the arena, silent except for Mina"s departing footfalls. Gaidar laid down his head in the sand that was warm from the sunshine. He was very tired. He could rest now, though, for Mina was safe. She was safe at last.
Gaidar closed his eyes and began the long journey into darkness. He had not gone far, when he found his path blocked.
Gaidar looked up to see an enormous minotaur. The minotaur stood tall as the mountain on which the red dragon had perished. His horns brushed the stars, his fur was jet black. He wore a leather harness, trimmed in pure, cold silver.
"Sargas!" Gaidar whispered. Clutching his bleeding stump, he stumbled to his knees and bowed his head. His horns touched the ground.
"Rise, Gaidar," said the G.o.d, his voice booming across the heavens. "I am pleased with you. In your need, you turned to me."
"Thank you, great Sargas," said Gaidar, not daring to rise, tentatively lifting his head.
"In return for your faith, I restore your life," said Sargas. "I give you your life and your sword arm."
"Not my arm, great Sargas," Gaidar pleaded, the pain burning hot in his breast. "I accept my life, and I will live it to honor you, but the arm is gone and I do not want it back."
Sargas was displeased. "The minotaur nation has at last thrown off the fetters that have bound us for so many centuries. We are breaking out of the islands where we have long been imprisoned and moving to take our rightful place upon this continent. I need gallant warriors such as yourself, Gaidar. I need them whole, not maimed."
"I thank you, great Saigas," said Gaidar humbly, "but, if it is all the same to you, I will learn to fight with my left hand."
Gaidar tensed, waited in fear of the G.o.d"s wrath. Hearing nothing, Gaidar risked a peep.
Sargas smiled. His smile was grudging, but it was a smile. "Have it your way, Gaidar. You are free to determine your own fate."
Gaidar gave a long, deep sigh. "For that, great Sargas," he said, "I do truly thank you."
Gaidar blinked his eyes, lifted his muzzle from the wet sand. He couldn"t remember where he was, couldn"t imagine what he was doing lying here, taking a nap, in the middle of the day. Mina would need him. She would be angry to find him lazing about. He jumped to his feet and reached instinctively for the sword that hung at his waist.
He had no sword. No hand to grasp it. His severed arm lay in the sand at his feet. He looked at where the arm had been, looked at the blood in the sand, and memory returned.
Gaidar was healthy, except for his missing right arm. The stump was healed. He turned to thank the G.o.d, but the G.o.d was gone. All the G.o.ds were gone. No one remained in the arena except the body of the elf king and the strange elf with the young face and the ancient eyes.
Slowly, clumsily, fumbling with his left hand, Gaidar picked up his sword. He shifted the sword belt so that he wore it now on his right hip, and, after many clumsy tries, he finally managed to return the sword to its sheath. The weapon didn"t feel natural there, wasn"t comfortable. He"d get used to it, though. This time, he"d get used to it.
The air was not as warm as he had remembered it. The sun dipped down behind the mountain, casting shadows of coming night. He would have to hurry, if he was going to find her. He would have to leave now, while there was still daylight left.
"You are a loyal friend, Gaidar," said Paladine, as the minotaur stalked past him.
Gaidar grunted and trudged on, following the trail of her footprints, the trail of her queen"s blood.
For love of Mina.
32.
The Age of Mortals.
The fight for the city of Sanction did not last long. By nightfall, the city had surrendered. It would have probably surrendered much sooner, but there was no one willing to make the decision.
In vain, the Dark Knights and their soldiers called out Mina"s name. She did not answer, she did not come, and they realized at last that she was not going to come. Some were bitter, some were angry. All felt betrayed. Knowing that they if they survived the battle they would be executed or imprisoned, a few Knights fought on. Most fought because they were trapped or cornered by the advancing enemy.
Some had decided to act on Gaidar"s advice and tried to find refuge in the caves of the Lords of Doom. These formed the force that had run into the army of draconians. Thinking that they had found an ally, the Dark Knights had been prepared to halt their retreat, turn around to try to retake the city. Their shock when the draconians smashed into them had been immense but short-lived.
Who these strange draconians were and why they came to the aid of elves and Solamnics would never be known. The dra-conian army did not enter Sanction. They held their position outside the city until they saw the flag of the Dark Knights torn down and the banners of the Qualinesti, the Silvanesti, and the Solamnic nation raised in its stead.
A large bozak draconian, wearing armor and a golden chain around his neck, marched forward, together with a sivak, wearing the trappings of a draconian high commander. The sivak called the draconian troops to attention. He and the bozak saluted the banners. The draconian troops clashed their swords against their shields in salute. The sivak gave the order to march, and the draconians wheeled and departed, heading back into the mountains.
Someone recalled hearing of a group of draconians who had taken control of the city of Teyr. It was said that these draconians had no love for the Dark Knights. Even if this was true, Teyr was a long march from Sanction, and no one could say how the draconians had managed to arrive at the critical time. Since no one ever saw the draconians again, this mystery was never solved.
When the victory in Sanction had been achieved, many of the golden and silver dragons departed, heading for the Dragon Isles or wherever they made their homes. Before they left, each dragon lifted up and carried away a portion of the ashes from the totem, taking them for a proper burial on the Dragon Isles. The Golds and Silver took all the remains, even though mingled among them were the ashes of Reds and Blues, Whites, Greens, and Blacks. For they were all dragons of Krynn.
"And what about you, sir?" Gerard asked Mirror. "Will you go back to the Citadel of Light?"
Gerard, Odila, and Mirror stood outside the West Gate of Sanction, watching the sunrise on the day after the battle. The sunrise was glorious, with bands of vibrant reds and oranges darkening to purple and deeper into black as day touched the departing night. The silver dragon faced the sun as if he could see it-and perhaps, in his soul, he could. He turned his blind head toward the sound of Gerard"s voice.
"The Citadel will have no more need of my protection. Mishakal will make the temple her own. As for me, my guide and I have decided to join forces."
Gerard stared blankly at Odila, who nodded.
"I am leaving the Knighthood," she said. "Lord Tasgall has accepted my resignation. It is best this way, Gerard. The Knights would not have felt comfortable having me among their ranks."
"What will you do?" Gerard asked. They had been through so much, he had not expected to part with her so soon.
"Queen Takhisis may be gone," Odila said somberly, "but darkness remains. The minotaurs have seized Silvanesti. They will not be content with that land and may threaten others. Mirror and I have decided to join forces." She patted the silver dragon"s neck. "A dragon who is blind and a human who was once blind-quite a team, don"t you think?"
Gerard smiled. "If you"re headed for Silvanesti, we may run into each other. I"m going to try to establish an alliance between the Knighthood and the elves."
"Do you truly believe the Knights" Council will agree to help the elves recover their land?" Odila asked skeptically.
"I don"t know," Gerard said, shrugging, "but I"m d.a.m.n sure going to make them think about it. First, though, I have a duty to perform. There"s a broken lock on a tomb in Solace. I promised to go fix it."
An uncomfortable silence fell between them. Too much was left to say to be said now. Mirror fanned his wings, clearly eager to be gone. Odila took the hint.
"Goodbye, Cornbread," she said, grinning. "Good riddance," said Gerard, grinning back. Odila leaned close, kissed him on the cheek. "If you ever again take a bath naked in a creek, be sure and let me know." She mounted the silver dragon. He dipped his sightless head in salute, spread his wings, and lifted gracefully into the air. Odila waved.
Gerard waved back. He watched them as they dwindled in size, remained watching until long after they had vanished from his sight.
Another goodbye was said that day. A farewell that would last for all eternity.
In the arena, Paladine knelt over the body of Silvanoshei. Paladine closed the staring eyes. He cleansed the blood from the young elf"s face, composed the limbs. Paladine was tired. He was not accustomed to this mortal body, to its pains and aches and needs, to the range and intensity of emotions: of pity and sorrow, anger and fear. Looking into the face of the dead elven king, Paladine saw youth and promise, all lost, all wasted. He paused in his labor, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wondered how, with such sorrow and heaviness in his heart, he could go on. He wondered how he could go on alone.
Feeling a gentle touch upon his shoulder, he looked to see a G.o.ddess, beautiful, radiant. She smiled down upon him, but there was sadness in her smile and the rainbows of unshed tears in her eyes.
"I will carry the young man"s body to his mother," Mishakal offered.
"She was not witness to his death, was she?" Paladine asked.
"She was spared that much, at least. We freed all those who had been brought here forcibly by Takhisis to view her triumph. Alhana did not see her son die.
"Tell her," said Paladine quietly, "that he died a hero."
"I will do that, my beloved." will do that, my beloved."
A kiss as soft as a white feather brushed the elf"s lips.
"You are not alone," Mishakal said to him. "I will be with you always, my husband, my own."
He wanted very much for this to be so, willed that it should be so. But there was a gulf between them, and he saw that gulf grow wider with every pa.s.sing moment. She stood upon the sh.o.r.e, and he floundered among the waves, and every wave washed him farther and farther away.
"What has become of the souls of the dead?" he asked.
"They are free," she said and her voice was distant. He could barely hear her. "Free to continue their journey."