Corum turned away. "Do not mock me, Mabden. I am resolved to suffer no further at the hands of your kind."
She moved nearer. "Forgive me. Those who did this to you are not our kind, though they be of the same race. Have you never heard of Lywm-an-Esh?"
His brow furrowed. The name of the land was familiar, but meant nothing.
"Lywm-an-Esh," she continued, "is the name of the country whence my people come. That people is an ancient one and has lived in Lywm-an-Esh since well before the Great Battles of the Vadhagh and the Khadragh shook the Five Planes . . ."
"You know of the Five Planes?"
"We once had seers who could look into them. Though 58.their skills never matched those of the Old Folkyour folk."
"How do you know so much of the Vadhagh?**
"Though the sense of curiosity atrophied in the Vadhagh many centuries ago, ours did not," she said. "From time to time Nhadragh ships were wrecked on our sh.o.r.es and, though the Nhadragh themselves vanished away, books and tapestries and other artifacts were left behind. We learned to read those books and interpret those tapestries. In those days, we had many scholars."*
"And now?"
"Now, I do not know. We receive little news from the mainland."
"What? And it so close?"
"Not that mainland, Prince Corum," said she with a nod in the direction of the sh.o.r.e. She pointed out to sea. "That mainlandLywm-an-Eshor, more specifically, the Duchy of Bedwilral-nan-Rywm, on whose borders this Margravate once lay."
Prince Corum watched the sea as it foamed on the rocks at the base of the island. "What ignorance was ours," he mused, "when we thought we had so much wisdom."
"Why should such a race as the Vadhagh be interested in the affairs of a Mabden land?" she said. "Our history was brief and without color compared with yours."
"But why a Margrave here?" he continued. "What do you defend your land against?"
"Other Mabden, Prince Corum."
"Glandyth and his kind?"
"I know of no Glandyth. I speak of the Pony Tribes. They occupy the forests of yonder coast. Barbarians, they have ever represented a threat to Lywm-an-Esh. The Margravate was made as a bastion between those tribes and our land."
"Is the sea not a sufficient bastion?"
"The sea was not here when the Margravate was established. Once this castle stood in a forest and the 59.sea lay miles away to the north and the south. But then the sea began to eat our land away. Every year it devours more of our cliffs. Towns, villages, and castles have vanished in the s.p.a.ce of weeks. The people of the mainlandretreateverfurtherbackintotheinterior "And you are left behind? Has not this castle ceased to fulfill its function? Why do you not leave and join your folk?"
She smiled and shrugged, walking to the battlements and leaning out to watch the seabirds gather on the rocks. "This is my home," she said. "This is where my memories are. The Margrave left so many mementos. I could not leave."
"The Margrave?"
"Earl Moidel of Allomglyl. My husband."
"Ah." Corum felt a strange twinge of disappointment.
The Margravine Rhalina continued to stare out to sea. "He is dead," she said. "Killed in a shipwreck. He took our last ship and set off for the mainland seeking news of the fate of our folk. A storm blew up shortly after be had gone. The ship was barely seaworthy. It sank."
Corum said nothing.
As if the Margravine"s words had reminded it of its temper, the wind suddenly blew stronger, pluckiag at her gown and making it swirl about her body. She turned to look at him. It was a long, thoughtful stare.
"And now, Prince," she said. "Will you be my guest?"
"Tell me one more thing, Lady Rhalina. How did you know of my coming? Why did the Brown Man bring me here?"
"He brought you at the behest of fcis master."
"And his master?"
"Told me to expect you and let you rest here until your mind and your body were healed. I was more than willing to agree. We have no visitors, normallyand certainly none of the Vadhagh race."
"But who is that strange being, the Brown Man"s master? I saw him only briefly. I could not distinguish 60.his shape too well, though I knew he was twice my size and had a face of infinite sadness."
"That is he. He comes to the castle at night, bringing sick domestic animals that have escaped our stables at some time or another. We think he is a being from another plane, or perhaps another Age, before even the Age of the Vadhagh and the Nhadragh. We cannot p.r.o.nounce his name, so we call him simply the Giant of Laahr."
Corum smiled for the first time. "Now I understand better. To him, perhaps, I was another sick beast. This is where he always brings sick beasts."
"You could be right, Prince Corum." She indicated the doorway. "And if you are sick, we should be happy to help you mend . . ."
A shadow pa.s.sed over Corum"s face as he followed her inside. "I fear that nothing can mend my sickness now, Lady. It is a disease of the Mabden and there are no cures known to the Vadhagh."
"Well," she said with forced lightness, "perhaps we Mabden can devise something."
Bitterness filled him then. As they descended the steps into the main part of the castle he held up his stump and touched his eyeless socket "But can the Mabden give me back my hand and my eye?"
She turned and paused on the steps. She gave him an oddly candid look. "Who knows?" she said quietly. "Perhaps they can."
The Ninth Chapter
CONCERNING LOVE AND HATRED.
Although doubtless magnificent by Mabden standards, the Margravine"s castle struck Prince Corum as simple and pleasant. At her invitation, he allowed himself to be 61.bathed and oiled by castle servants and was offered a selection of clothing to wear. He chose a samite shirt of dark blue, embroidered in a design of light blue, and a pair of brown linen breeks. The clothes fitted him well.
"They were the Margrave"s," a girl servant told him shyly, not looking at him directly.
None of the servants had seemed at ease with him. He guessed that his appearance was repellent to them.
Reminded of this, he asked the girl, "Would you bring me a mirror?"
"Aye, Lord." She ducked her head and left the chamber.
But it was the Margravine herself who returned with the mirror. She did not hand it to him immediately.
"Have you not seen your face since it was injured?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"You were handsome?"
"I do not know."
She looked at him frankly. "Yes," she said. "You were handsome." Then she gave him the mirror.
The face he saw was framed by the same light golden hair, but it was no longer youthful. Fear and agony had left their marks. The face was lined and hard and the set of the mouth grim. One eye of gold and purple stared bleakly back at him. The other socket was an ugly hole made up of red, scarred tissue. There was a small scar on his left cheek and another on his neck. The face was still characteristically a Vadhagh face, but it had suffered abuse never suffered by a Vadhagh before. From the face of an angel it had been transformed by Glandyth"s knives and irons into the face of a demon.
Silently, Corum gave her back the mirror.
He pa.s.sed his good hand over the scars of his face and he brooded. "If I was handsome, I am ugly now."
She shrugged. "I have seen much worse."
Then the rage began to fill him again and his eye blazed and he shook the stump of his hand and he shouted at her. "Ayeand you will see much worse when I have 62.done with Glandyth-a-Krae!"
Surprised, she recoiled from him and then regained her composure. "If you did not know you were handsome, if you were not vain, then why has this affected you so much?"
"I need my hands and my eyes so that I may kill Glandyth and watch him perish. With only hah: of these, I lose half the pleasure!"
"That is a childish statement, Prince Corum. It is not worthy of a Vadhagh. What else has this Glandyth done?"
Corum realized that he had not told her, that she would not know, living in this remote place, as cut off from the world as any Vadhagh had been.
"He has slain all the Vadhagh," he said. "Glandyth has destroyed my race and would have destroyed me if it had not been for your friend, the Giant of Laahr."
"He has done what . , . ?" Her voice was faint. She was plainly shocked.
"He has put all my folk to death.*"
"For what reason? Have you been warring with this Glandyth?"
"We did not know of his existence. It did not occur to us to guard against the Mabden. They seemed so much like brutes, incapable of harming us in our castles. But they have razed all our castles. Every Vadhagh save me is dead and most of the Nhadragh, I learned, who are not their cringing slaves."
"Are these the Mabden whose king is called Lyr-a-Brode of Kalenwyr?"
"They are."
"I, too, did not know they had become so powerful. I had a.s.sumed that it was the Pony Tribes who had captured you. I wondered why you were traveling alone so far from the nearest Vadhagh castle."
"What castle is that?" For a moment Corum hoped that there were Vadhagh still alive, much further west than he had guessed.
"It is called Castle EranErinsome such name."
63."Erorn?"
"Aye. That sounds the right name. It is over five hundred miles from here , . ."
"Five hundred miles? Have I come so far? The Giant of Laahr must have carried me much further than I suspected. That castle you mention, my lady, was our castle. The Mabden destroyed it. It will take me longer than I thought to return and find Earl Glandyth and his Denledhyssi."
Suddenly Corum realized just how alone he was. It was if he had entered another plane of Earth where everything was alien to him. He knew nothing of this world. A world in which the Mabden ruled. How proud his race had been. How foolish. If only they had concerned themselves with knowledge of the world around them instead of seeking after abstractions.
Corum bowed his head.
The Margravine Rhalina seemed to understand his emotion. She lightly touched his arm. "Come, Prince of the Vadhagh. You must eat."
He allowed her to lead him from the room and into another where a meal had been laid out for them both. The foodmainly fruit and forms of edible seaweedwas much closer to his taste than any Mabden food he had seen previously. He realized that he was very hungry and that he was deeply tired. His mind was confused and his only certainty was the hatred he still felt for Glandyth and the vengeance he intended to take as soon as possible.
As they ate, they did not speak, but the Margravine watched his face the whole time and once or twice she opened her lips as if to say something, but then seemed to decide against it.
The room in which they ate was small and hung with rich tapestries covered in fine embroidery. As he finished his food and began to observe the details of the tapestry, the scenes thereon began to swim before his eyes. He looked questioningly at the Margravine, but her face was 64.expressionless. His head felt light and he had lost the use of his limbs.
He tried to form words, but they would not come.
He had been drugged.
The woman had poisoned his food.
Once again he had allowed himself to become a victim of the Mabden.
He rested his head on his arms and fell, unwillingly, into a deep sleep.
Corum dreamed again.
He saw Castle Erorn as he had left it when he had first ridden out. He saw his father"s wise face speaking and strained to hear the words, but could not. He saw his mother at work, writing her latest treatise on mathematics. He saw his sisters dancing to his uncle"s new music.
The atmosphere was joyful.
But now he realized that he could not understand their activities. They seemed strange and pointless to him. They were like children playing, unaware that a savage beast stalked them.
He tried to cry outto warn thembut he had no voice.
He saw fires begin to spring up in roomssaw Mabden warriors who had entered the unprotected gates without the inhabitants" being in the least aware of their presence. Laughing amongst themselves, the Mabden put the silk hangings and the furnishings to the torch.
Now he saw his kinfolk again. They had become aware of the fires and were rushing to seek their source.
His father came into a room in which Glandyth-a-Krae stood, hurling books onto a pyre he had erected in the middle of the chamber. His father watched in astonishment as Glandyth burned the books. His father"s lips moved and his eyes were questioningalmost polite surprise.
Glandyth turned and grinned at him, drawing his axe from his belt. He raised the axe . ..
65.Now Corum saw his mother. Two Mabden held her while another heaved himself up and down on her naked body.
Corum tried to enter the scene, but something stopped him.