The heart began to crumble in the hand. Rays of a reddish blue light sprang from between Corum"s fingers. Pain flooded up his arm.

There was a high whistling sound. Arioch began to weep. His grasp on Corum weakened. He staggered backward.

"No, Mortal. No . . ." The voice was pathetic. "Please, Mortal, we can . . ."

Corum saw the G.o.d"s bloated form begin to melt into the air. The hand that held him began to lose its shape.

And then Corum was falling toward the floor of the hall, the broken pieces of Arioch"s heart scattering as he fell. He landed with a crash, tried to rise, saw what was left of Arioch"s body writhing in the air, heard a mournful sound, and then Corum lost consciousness, hearing, as he did so, Arioch"s last whispered words.

"Corum of the Vadhagh. You have won the eternal bane of the Sword Rulers . . ."

169.

The Eighth Chapter

A PAUSE IN THE STRUGGLE.

Corum saw a procession pa.s.sing him.

Beings of a hundred different races marched or rode or were carried in that procession and he knew that he watched all the mortal races that had ever existed since Law and Chaos had begun their struggle for domination over the mult.i.tudinous planes of the Earth. " In the distance, he saw the banners of Law and of Chaos raised, side by side, the one bearing the eight radiating arrows, the other bearing the single straight arrow of Law. And over all this hung a huge balance in perfect equilibrium. In each of the balance"s cups were marshaled other beings, not mortal. Corum saw Arioch and the Lords of Chaos in one and he saw the Lords of Law in the other.

And Corum heard a voice which said, "This is as it should be. Neither Law nor Chaos must dominate the destinies of the mortal planes. There must be equilibrium."

Corum cried out, "But there is no equilibrium. Chaos rules All!"

The voice replied, saying, "The balance sometimes tips, It must be righted. And that is the power of mortals, to adjust the balance."

"Haw may I do that?"

"You have begun the work already. Now you must continue until it is finished. You may perish before it is complete, but some other will follow you."

Corum shouted, "I do not want this. I cannot bear such a burden!"

"YOU MUST!".

The procession marched on, not seeing Corum, not 170 seeing thetwobannersflying,not seeing the Cosmic Balance that hung over them.

Corum hung in cloudy s.p.a.ce and his heart was at peace.

Shapes began to appear and then he saw that he was back in Arioch"s hall. He sought for his sword, but it was gone.

"I will return your sword before you leave, Prince Corum of the Vadhagh."

The voice was level and it was clear.

Corum turned.

He drew a sudden breath. "The Giant of Laahr!" The sad, wise face smiled down on him. "I was called that, when I was in exile. But now I am no longer exiled and you may address me by my true name. I am Lord Arkyn and this is my palace. Arioch has gone. Without his heart he cannot a.s.sume flesh on these planes. Without flesh, he cannot wield power. I rule here now, as I ruled before."

The being"s substance was still shadowy, though not as formless as before.

Lord Arkyn smiled. "It will take time before I a.s.sume my old form. Only by a great power of will did I enable myself to remain on this plane at all. I did not know when I rescued you, Corum, that you would be the cause of my restoration. I thank you."

"I thank you, my lord."

"Good breeds good," Lord Arkyn said. "Evil breeds evil."

Corum smiled, "Sometimes, my lord."*

Lord Arkyn chuckled quietly. "Aye, you are rightsometimes. Well, mortal, I must return you to your own plane."

"Can you transport me to a particular place, my lord?"

"I can, Prince in the Scarlet Robe."

"Lord Arkyn, you know why I embarked upon this course of mine. I sought the remnants of the Vadhagh race, my folk. Tell me, are they all gone now?"

Lord Arkyn lowered his head. "All, save you."

"And cannot you restore them?" 171 "The Vadhagh were always the mortals I loved most, Prince Conun. But I have not the power to reverse the very cycle of time. You are the last of the Vadhagh. And yet . . ." Lord Arkyn paused. "And yet there might come a moment when the Vadhagh will return. But I see nothing clearly and I must speak no more of that."

Corum sighed. "Well, I must be content. And what of Shool? Is Rhalina safe?"

"I think so. My senses are still not capable of seeing all that happens and Shool was a thing of Chaos and is therefore much harder for me to see. But I believe that Rhalina is in danger, though Shool"s power has waned with the pa.s.sing of Arioch."

"Then send me, I beg you, to Svi-an-Fanla-Brool, for I love the Margravine."

"It is your capacity for love that makes you strong, Prince Corum."

"And my capacity for hate?"

"That directs your strength."

Lord Arkyn frowned, as if there was something he could not understand.

"You are sad in your triumph, Lord Arkyn? Are you always sad?"

The Lord of Law looked at Corum, almost in surprise. "I suppose I am still sad, yes. I mourn for the Vadhagh as you mourn. I mourn for the one who was killed by your enemy, Glandyth-a-Kraethe one you called the Brown Man,"

"He was a good creature. Does Glandyth still bring death across the land of Bro-an-Vadhagh?"

"He does. You will meet him again, I think."

"And then I will till him."

"Possibly."

Lord Arkyn vanished. The palace vanished.

Sword in hand, Corum stood before the low, twisted door that was the entrance to Shool"s dwelling. Behind him, in the garden, the plants craned up to drink the rain that fell from a pale sky.

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A peculiar calm hung over the dark and oddly formed building, but without hesitation Conun plunged into it and began to run down eccentric corridors, "Rhalina! Rhalina!" The house m.u.f.fled his shouts no matter how loudly he uttered them.

"Rhalina!"

Through the murky dwelling he ran until he heard a whining voice he recognized. Shool!

"Shool! Where are you?"

"Prince Shool. I will be given my proper rank. You mock me now my enemies have beaten me."

Corum entered a room and there was Shool. Corum recognized only the eyes. The rest was a withered, decrepit thing that lay upon a bed, unable to move.

Shool whimpered. "You, too, come to torment me now that I am conquered. Thus it always is with mighty men brought low."

"You only rose because it suited Arioch"s sense of humor to let you."

"Silence! I will not be deceived. Arioch has taken vengeance upon me because I was more powerful than he."

"You borrowed, without knowing it, a fraction of his power. Arioch is gone from the Five Planes, Shool. You set events in motion which resulted in his banishment. You wanted his heart so that you might make him your slave. You sent many Mabden to steal it. All failed. You should not have sent me, Shool, for I did not fail and it resulted in your undoing."

Shool sobbed and shook his haggard head.

"Where is Rhalina, Shool. If she is harmed . . ."

"Harmed?" A hollow laugh from the wizened Hps. "I harm her? It is she who placed me here. Take her away from me. I know she means to poison me."

"Where is she?"

"I gave you gifts. That new hand, that new eye. You would be crippled still if I had not been kind to you. But you will not remember my generosity, I know. You will"

173.

"Your "gifts," Shool, near crippled my soul! Where is Rhalina?"

"Promise you will not hurt me, if I tell you?" "Why should I wish to hurt so pathetic a thing as you, Shool? Now, tell me."

"At the end of the pa.s.sage is a stair. At the top of the stair is a room. She has locked herself in. I would have made her my wife, you know. It would have been magnificent to be the wife of a G.o.d. An immortal. But she . . ."

"So you planned to betray me?" "A G.o.d may do as he chooses."

Corum left the room, ran down the pa.s.sage and up the short flight of stairs, hammering with the hilt of his sword upon the door. "Rhalina!"

A weary voice came from beyond the door. "So your power has returned, Shool. You will not trick me again by disguising yourself as Corum. Though he be dead, I shall give myself to no other, least of all . . ."

"Rhalina! This really is Corum. Shool can do nothing. The Knight of the Swords has been banished from this plane and with him went Shool"s sorcery." "Is it true?"

"Open the door, Rhalina."

Cautiously bolts were drawn back and there was Rhalina. She was tired, she had plainly suffered much, but she was still beautiful. She looked deeply into Corum"s eyes and her face flushed with relief, with love. She fainted.

Corum picked her up and began to carry her down the stairway, along the pa.s.sage. He paused at Shool"s room.

The onetime sorcerer was gone. Suspecting a trick, Corum hurried to the main door. Through the rain, along a path between the swaying plants, hurried Shool, his ancient legs barely able to carry him.

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He darted a look back at Corum and chattered with fear. He dived into the bushes.

There was a smacking sound. A hiss. A wail. Bile rose in Corum"s throat. Shool"s plants were feeding T the last time.

.Warily he carriedRhalinaalongthepath,rugging limself free from the vines and blooms that sought to iold him and kiss him, and at last he reached the sh.o.r.e. A boat was tied up there, a small skiff which, with carefulhandling,wouldbearthembacktoMoidel"s Castle.

The sea was smooth beneath the gray rain that fell upon it. On the horizon, the sky began to lighten.

Corum placed Rhalina gently in the boat and set sail for Moidel"s Mount.

She woke up several hours later, looked at him, smiled sweetly, then fell asleep again.

Toward nightfall, as the boat sailed steadily homeward, she came and sat beside him. He wrapped his scarlet robe around her and said nothing.

As the moon rose, she reached up and kissed him on the cheek.

"I had not hoped . . ." she began. And then she wept for a little while and he comforted her.

"Corum," she said at length, "how has our luck improved so."

And he began to tell her of what had befallen him. He told her of the Ragha-da-Kheta, of the magical kite, of the Flamelands, of Arioch, and of Arkyn.

He told her all, save two things.

He did not tell her how heor the Hand of Kwllhad murdered King TemgoI-Lep, who had tried to poison him, or her countryman Hanafax, who had tried to help him.

When he had finished her brow was unclouded and she sighed with her happiness.

"So we have peace, at last. The conflict is over."

"Peace, if we are lucky, for a little while." The sun 175 had begun to rise. He adjusted his course.

"You will not leave me again? Law rules now, surely, and . . ."

"Law rules only upon this plane. The Lords of Chaos will not be pleased with what has happened here. Arioch"s last words to me were that I have incurred the bane of the Sword Rulers. And Lord Arkyn knows that much more must be done before Law is once again secure in the Fifteen Planes. And Glandyth-a-Krae will be heard of again."

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