I can remember that those eyes looking at me are the slanting, golden amber eyes of an elfess whose name, I think, is Miralissa.
"Dance with us, Dancer!" The sound of jolly laughter made me look round.
There were three shadows whirling in a furious dance on the tongues of flame. They were not frightened at all by the presence of light; they remained as black and impervious to it as if there was no fire there at all.
"Come on, Dancer, do not be afraid!" One of them laughed, and made a circle round me.
"I don"t dance, ladies," I said. My throat was dry, either from the cold fire or from my dreams.
"Look, he doesn"t want to dance." Another shadow laughed merrily, flying right up to me.
For an instant I glimpsed the outline of a woman"s face.
"Why do you refuse to dance, Dancer? Why do you not wish to grant us the gift of at least one dance?"
"I have to go." The flame behind my back was howling ceaselessly, and I thought it was beginning to grow warmer.
"Go?" The third shadow was there beside the first two. "But in order to go, you have to make us a gift of a dance. Come on, Dancer! Choose! Which of us is most to your liking?"
"I do not know how to dance," I said, shaking my head and turning away.
The amber eyes had still not disappeared, but they were slowly moving away, disappearing behind the wall of flame. I dashed toward them, but instantly I was scorched by the searing cold. I covered my face with my hands in fear.
"You see, Dancer," the second shadow said with a nod. "You can only dance your way through the fire. Dance, or you will remain here forever!"
I could already distinguish each of them by their voices. They were so similar and at the same time so different.
"Which of us do you choose?" the third one asked again. The heat behind my back was becoming unbearable.
"All three," I said sullenly.
One piece of foolishness more or less. What difference did it really make?
A momentary bewilderment.
"You are truly a Dancer," the first shadow said in surprise. "You take everything from life."
"Well then, we shall lead you through the barrier. Hold on!"
The shadows embraced me, shielding me with their dark bodies against the fire advancing from all sides. And they led me. An eddying swirl, a darting, sliding lightness, a black flash of lightning piercing the wall of flame and pushing me toward the amber eyes.
I am falling ...
"We will dance the djanga with you yet!" I heard a voice say behind me.
A final, angry spurt of crimson flame enraged at its own impotence. Night ...
"What"s wrong with him?"
The voice pierced through the dense cobweb of unconsciousness, severing its threads like the blade of a dagger. It s.n.a.t.c.hed me from the bottom of my sleep, slowly lifting me up to the surface so that I could take a gulp of the fresh air of life.
"He"s coming round! Egra.s.sa, give me the flowers! Quickly!" Miralissa"s voice was tense and ...
Perplexed? Frightened?
"What, may the Darkness devour me, is going on here?" asked the first voice.
I thought I knew it, too ... Alistan Markauz.
"Calm down, count, explanations later! Egra.s.sa, why are you taking so long?"
"Here." The elf sounded calm.
I smelled the sour scent of some herb and winced involuntarily.
"All right, Harold, time to stop this comedy! Open your eyes!" The imperturbable Ell"s voice was sharp and tense.
I tried. I really did try. But my eyelids were terrible heavy; they were filled with lead and refused to obey me.
"Come, Dancer, open your eyes! I know you can hear me!"
Miralissa calls me that, too-Dancer! It"s all Kli-Kli"s fault. The goblin was the first one to claim that I"m supposedly in some prophecy or other. I ought to strangle him, but I feel sorry for the little green creature.
One more effort. This time everything was much easier. The elfess had a will of iron. The first thing I saw was her face. Miralissa was leaning down over me and, despite her swarthy complexion, she was exceptionally pale. "Thank the G.o.ds," she said when I looked up at her and smiled. Standing a little farther away were the two elves, as tense as two taut bowstrings or the strings of some musical instrument. Markauz was standing beside them. He looked gloomy. But then, that was his constant mood; we had all grown used to that long ago.
"How are you feeling?" asked Miralissa, putting her hand on my forehead again.
How am I feeling? My arms and legs are all there. I don"t think I have a tail. Everything"s all right. Just what are they all in such a flurry about?
"I feel fine. Why?"
I attempted to get up off the bed, but Miralissa gently pushed me back down.
"Lie down for a while."
"Will someone explain to me what is going on?" asked Milord Alistan, unable to restrain himself any longer.
"I wish someone would explain to me," Miralissa snapped irritably, and shivered, as if there was a chilly draft in the room. Quickly, she recovered her composure and was all business again. "Everything was going as usual. The standard procedure for attuning the key-it can be carried out by any third-year apprentice who knows almost nothing about shamanism. Everything was normal, and then the key suddenly flared up with a purple light and I lost contact with Harold. His consciousness was transported to such distant realms that we had great difficulty in bringing him back here. Or rather, somehow he made his own way back-all our attempts were unsuccessful. I don"t understand a thing!"
The artifact flared up with a purple light? That happened in one of the dreams. Some man ... Sunik? Suonik? I can"t remember. He did something to that key. Something not exactly good. Another of the Master"s minions, that was who he was.
"Harold, can you remember anything?"
"Well, something," I said slowly.
"Stop muttering! What do you remember, thief?" Alistan was still furious.
"Dreams. Thousands of dreams."
"What dreams?"
"It"s all your key"s fault, you should have made it yourself, instead of sending a prince to the dwarves!" I said in a reproachful voice.
"How do you know that a prince commissioned the key?" Miralissa"s eyes widened in surprise.
"From a dream, I suppose ... ," I said after a moment"s thought. "I even remember the elf"s name-Elodssa."
"Elodssa the Destroyer of Laws," Ell said, nodding to confirm that I wasn"t lying. "There was a head of the House of the Black Flame with that name. Long ago, more than a thousand years. But I did not know that he commissioned the key."
"He didn"t commission it," I said, defying Miralissa"s prohibition and sitting up on the bed. "His father did. Not even his father, all the elves. Dark and the light. And Elodssa went to the dwarves. That was how it all happened."
"What happened?"
"Pay no attention. It was only one of many dreams."
"Dreams have the quality of showing the past. Or the future. It is quite possible that without even knowing it, you saw a page from that book."
So I had to explain.
"If we can rely on my dream," I concluded, "then something bad was done to the key and now it doesn"t work the way it should."
"But before it worked just fine!" Alistan objected.
"We didn"t know anything about the Master before," Ell retorted. "Something in the key could have awoken, and it almost drew Harold in."
"Enough!" said Miralissa, clicking her fingers in annoyance. "We shall carry on with what we have been doing. In any case, the artifact has remembered Harold."
"And I think I"ll be going. If none of you have any objections, that is." I got up off the bed and walked toward the door.
"Don"t forget the key," Alistan said.
"No, let it stay with me for a while," said Miralissa, unexpectedly supporting me. "I shall check it again. We have to be sure that it is absolutely safe."
Marvelous! I left the thoughtful elves and the disgruntled Count Rat.
On the way to my room Tomcat called me. He looked somber.
"Have you seen Alistan?" he asked without stopping.
"He"s with Miralissa."
Tomcat nodded and set off toward the elfess"s room.
"Where have you been gadding about?" That was how the jester greeted me when I appeared in the doorway.
Lamplighter wasn"t there yet, and Kli-Kli was making up a bed for himself on the floor, between the two beds with cracked wooden frames.
"Are you fond of sleeping on a hard surface?" I asked, ignoring the goblin"s question.
"I"d advise you to do the same, it"s good for the health," said Kli-Kli, plumping up his cushion.
"Thank you, I think I"ll pa.s.s on that." I took a plug of cotton wool out of my pocket-one of several that I had taken care to request from the innkeeper"s helpful wife-and put it in my ear.
"What"s that for?" my green friend asked, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his eyes suspiciously.
"I can"t get to sleep without them," I said with a crooked grin, and the goblin let it go at that.
After several nights spent under the open stars, the bed seemed like a gift from the G.o.ds, and I slept like a baby. ...
As was only to be expected, the next morning Kli-Kli was morose and taciturn. He was out of sorts with the entire world, especially with Lamplighter, and also, for some reason or other, with me.
Neither Miralissa nor Alistan said a word about the key that morning. They merely hurried us along, eager to set out as soon as possible. We left early, before the dawn arrived. While Milord Rat was pushing the entire group along, I finished sleeping on Little Bee"s back, since the horse was not dashing along at a gallop. Marmot, riding beside me, merely sniffed, understanding the state I was in, and began keeping an un.o.btrusive eye on Little Bee to make sure that I didn"t tumble out of the saddle.
An hour later the horses moved up into a fast trot and there I was, wide awake, sitting upright in my saddle in dashing style. That"s what regular practice can do for you. And only then did I notice that certain changes had taken place in our small expeditionary force.
"Where are Tomcat and Egra.s.sa?" I asked Kli-Kli as he rode past me on Featherlight.
"They"ve been given an important a.s.signment," said the goblin, opening his mouth to speak for the first time that morning. "That"s it, Harold. All the fun and games are behind us now. Now difficult and perhaps even dangerous days lie ahead. Something has to happen, I can smell it!"
And Kli-Kli sniffed loudly to support his own words.
"What"s happened, Marmot?" I persisted.
The Wild Heart merely shrugged, but he looked concerned. "The Nameless One only knows. Tomcat was out of sorts all day yesterday. He kept muttering something to himself, and by evening he"d begun glancing round over his shoulder. And this morning he took the elf with him and disappeared. You heard what Kli-Kli said, didn"t you? Something"s going on. I hate being surrounded by riddles."
"Who doesn"t?" Loudmouth asked with a yawn. "Just look at the way Alistan"s driving us along. At this pace we"ll be in the Sultanate before evening comes."
We turned off the highway onto an old, deserted road that continued to lead us to the southeast, although Honeycomb said that later it would turn back toward the south and merge with the highway before Ranneng. This route was a lot shorter, but less busy. This was not a populous area and there were no villages, so once again we would have to spend the night under the open sky.
The morning pa.s.sed, the hot afternoon arrived and dissolved into the approaching evening, but Alistan kept driving us on, sparing neither horses nor riders. The worm of alarm began stirring somewhere in my soul. Something must have happened, otherwise why all this hurry?
Neither the elfess, nor the count, nor Uncle replied to the jester"s questions; they merely drove the horses on even harder. There were brief halts, simply in order to allow the exhausted horses some rest, and then the dusty road was flitting past again below our feet, as the disk of the coppery red sun slipped down behind the horizon on our right hand.
Our group did not stop for the night until the sky was a fiery crimson that was gradually turning dark purple, and there was nothing of the sun left above the horizon apart from a narrow rim. We didn"t go far from the road and were so exposed to view that we might as well have been sitting on Sagot"s palm. There were unplowed fields stretching out to the right and the left of the road and the light of a campfire would be seen a league away.
The pale, horned crescent that had replaced the full moon while we were traveling appeared in the sky and began conversing with the first stars. But there was no time for admiring the beauty of nature-we still had to collect firewood.
Within the group duties were precisely distributed. Two men gathered wood and kept the fire going, one cooked, a fourth watched the horses, and the rest prepared the site for the night"s rest. Everybody had a job to do; no one was allowed to shirk. Even Markauz, our very own count, checked the horses every evening to make sure that-Sagot forbid!-none of them had gone lame.
n.o.body asked me to do anything, but I didn"t want to seem like a useless idler (after all, I would have to share my final crust of bread with these people), so I also did whatever I could. Mostly I helped Marmot gather firewood or feed Invincible. The ling had turned out to be a most amusing animal and pretty d.a.m.ned smart, too. We got on perfectly well together: I allowed him to climb onto my shoulder and he allowed me to stroke him. Marmot found this idyllic love affair very surprising. He told me that Invincible wasn"t usually very keen on anyone touching him. Apart, of course, from his beloved master.