"Great-uncle Ebbitt!" Tal called and ran over to him, embracing the old man with sudden fervor. "I am so glad I didn"t kill you!"
"Then let go," replied Ebbitt. "Before you strangle me to make sure of your botched job."
Tal laughed and let go. He suddenly felt so much better. Having Milla and Ebbitt with him made the odds so much better for facing Sushin.
"This is the Crone Malen," said Ebbitt. "Very interesting person. Could teach you a thing or two."
"Uh, I"m s-sure," stammered Tal. He clapped his fists to her, too, and unlike Jarek, she answered, though it was more automatic than heartfelt.
"I know much about you," said Malen coolly.
"From Milla?" asked Tal.
"No," said Malen. "The War-Chief has not the time for speaking tales. I have walked through her mind, with the other Crones. I have seen her memories, seen Aenir through her eyes, and you."
"Oh, good," said Tal weakly as he tried to remember how he would have showed up in Milla"s memories. Not too well, he suspected.
"Ebbitt, Sushin has the Violet Sunstone," he said as they hurried after Milla. "And the Empress and the Light Vizier are dead, and they told me that Sushin is the shadow-p.a.w.n of Sharrakor--"
"Shadow-p.a.w.n? Shadow-p.a.w.n?" exploded Ebbitt. "They said that?"
"Yes," replied Tal, surprised by the violence ofthe old man"s reaction. "What does it mean?" "No idea," said Ebbitt. "But it sounds bad." "h.e.l.lo, Tal."
"Oh, h.e.l.lo, Odris," replied Tal, waving at the Spiritshadow above him.
"Adras says you went back to Aenir and you stuck him in a funny suit and he got eaten by a thing and then when you returned here he got put in a box and after that he had to climb up a really smelly pipe," said Odris sternly. "You should be more careful with him. He has a weak const.i.tution."
"I will be more careful," said Tal mechanically. Somehow this reunion wasn"t going as well as might be expected. "Ebbitt, do you know how to get into the Violet Tower?"
"I have an inkling or two," said Ebbitt. He looked down and tugged his crystal breastplate away from his chest, a strange gesture that Tal supposed was meant to be an indication of modesty--or maybe was just a new kind of twitch.
"Lokar is free, by the way," continued Tal earnestly. "She"s going to try and replace the Red Keystone. She said that it might be able to keep the Veil going for a little while even if the Violet Keystone is unsealed."
"Lokar is the Guardian of the Red Keystone?" asked Ebbitt, raising one frosty eyebrow. "Lokar! Whoever will they think of next?"
"But you knew that," said Tal. "She"s Lector Jarnil"s cousin. .--"
His voice trailed off as they reached the doors and he stepped inside for the first time.
Into the Audience Chamber. Into a vast hall, as large or larger than the a.s.sembly of the Chosen he knew down in the colorless midsection of the Castle between Yellow and Green.
The Audience Chamber had a domed ceiling that was bright with thousands of Sunstones around the rim but stretched into darkness at its apex. The floor was tiled in all seven colors of the spectrum, but every eighth tile was a mirror, reflecting the light from the Sunstones that rimmed the dome, so that light flowed and shimmered everywhere, making it very difficult to see anything in the huge room.
Tal shielded his eyes with his arm. He could make out Milla, Jarek, and Crow ahead of him, and there was some sort of construction right in the middle of the chamber, but that was all. He could not see Sushin, or any other doors, stairs, or other exits or entrances. There was no clear way from here to the Seventh Tower.
"Come," said Ebbitt, seeing the question on his face. "The answer lies in the throne."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
The lonely structure in the center of the Audience Chamber was the Imperial Throne of the Chosen. Carved from a single rainbow crystal, it was an ornate and enormous chair wide enough to seat three people. The back of it rose ten stretches from the seat, and was finger-thin. Light shone through it as if it were a thick pane of beautiful, multicolored gla.s.s.
A ring of Sunstones was set in the floor around the throne--large, violet Sunstones soldered in place with gold.
"So what is the answer?" asked Tal as they all stood looking at the throne. He also cast a suspicious eye at the ring of Sunstones. They were too big and too purposefully placed to be decorative. They had some function, probably defensive. , They might project heat or flame, or something equally dangerous.
"The way to the Violet Tower," said Ebbitt, "lies on the throne. Though only the bearer of the Violet Keystone may use it."
Tal looked at Milla. He felt ashamed--Milla would never have lost her half of the Keystone to Sushin, and she probably despised him for letting their enemy get such a vital thing.
Milla met his gaze. Then she twisted the Sunstone ring off her finger and threw it to him.
He caught it reflexively, more surprised than he ever had been in his life.
"Milla!" exclaimed Malen. "What are you doing?"
"Returning the Emperor of the Chosen"s Keystone," said Milla calmly. "Though I would like your other Sunstone in return, Tal."
Wordlessly, Tal threw her the Sunstone he had taken from Fashnek. Then he slipped on the half Keystone. It pulsed with sudden Violet, a light that was answered by the ring of stones in the floor.
"Take it back," said Malen, her voice cool. Her eyes were cloudy, Tal saw. She was communing with the other Crones. "The stone is the Icecarls" now. Take it back, War-Chief."
Jarek grunted and started toward Tal, but stopped as Milla raised her hand.
"I do not know how to use it to its fullest strength," she said, speaking not to the Crone in front of her, but all the other Crones beyond. "Tal has the power, and the right. What is more important? Squabbles between Icecarls and Chosen, or saving the Veil?"
Malen was silent. Tal could not know what was happening, but Milla did. The Crones were arguing among themselves and needed to vote.
"How exactly does the throne tie in with the way to the Seventh Tower?" whispered Tal to Ebbitt as the silence dragged on.
Ebbitt shrugged. Tal noticed the old man was keeping a wary eye on Jarek.
"Sit on it and we"ll both find out," whispered Ebbitt.
Malen coughed. Everybody stood absolutely still. Jarek"s chain slowly unfolded from his hand, link by clanking link.
"Very well, War-Chief," Malen said in the strange combination voice of the ma.s.sed Crones, her words echoing through the chamber. "Once more we follow your lead. We have chosen well."
Trust the Crones to congratulate themselves for giving in, thought Milla.
"Thank you," Tal said to Milla. "Ebbitt thinks I should sit on the throne."
"We should all sit on it," said Ebbitt, who was peering down at the Sunstones in the floor, then back up at the dome high above them. "Tal, you go first."
Tal looked at the Sunstones in the floor, too, and remembered his earlier thoughts. To be on the safe side, he summoned Violet from the Keystone once more, letting it wash all over him. Then he stepped across the ring.
The stones in the floor glowed, but did nothing else, not even when Ebbitt and the others followed Tal.
The throne was cold and hard. There was a dusty cushion on the seat, but it had long lost any comfort it once offered and was so dusty that Tal sneezed every time he moved even slightly.
Ebbitt came and sat on his left, and Milla on his right. Crow crouched next to Ebbitt, and Malen squeezed in beside Milla. Jarek knelt down in front of Milla and Malen, watching Tal balefully. Ebbitt"s maned cat flung itself down in front of the throne, under all their feet. Adras and Odris drifted up to hang on either side of the throne"s back, like strange heraldic retainers.
"Bit crowded," remarked Tal. "What do I do now?"
No one answered.
"Great-uncle Ebbitt? What do I do now?"
"You"re the Emperor," snapped Ebbitt. "How would I know? Do something imperial, you idiot."
Tal bit back a hasty reply. If he was the Emperor, surely he deserved to be addressed as something more respectful than "you idiot." Not that there was much hope of that from Ebbitt.
Still, perhaps the advice was good, however it was offered. Tal raised his hand and summoned forth more Violet, sending a beam of it straight at the circle of Sunstones on the floor.
The stones answered immediately, flaring so brightly that everyone had to shield their eyes. At the same time, the Sunstones in the rim of the dome shone brighter, and rays of Violet struck down. Hundreds of distinct rays, from every part of the rim, connected with the circle around the throne.
"Well done," said Ebbitt.
"It looks pretty," said Tal dubiously, watching the dust rise through the Violet streams. "But it doesn"t seem to be doing anything."
"Apart from lifting us up, you mean?" asked Milla.
Tal looked at her, then back down at the floor. As usual, she was right. The throne and the circle of floor around it were slowly rising toward the dome, suspended on the hundreds of beams of Violet from the rim. They were already a good twenty stretches up.
"Yes," he said weakly. "Apart from that."
"Well, the dome is opening at the top," added Crow. "I suppose that could be counted as something else. I guess that"s how we get to the bottom of the Violet Tower."
"Sure to be," said Tal, trying to sound confident. "But Sushin may have set some sort of trap there, or he might be there himself still. We"ll have to be careful."
Silently and steadily, the throne continued to rise. Tal tried not to think of what might happen if the magic failed part of the way up. Odris and Adras might be fast enough to save him and Milla, but the others would fall to their deaths. They were already a hundred... no, a hundred and fifty stretches up... with a hundred to go, and a very hard floor below.
The magic did not fail. The throne pa.s.sed through the circular gap in the dome and came to rest in another, much smaller room. It was also completely bare, and there were far fewer Sunstones set in the ceiling. A broad staircase made from a pale green, highly polished stone wound up in one corner.
"Welcome to the Seventh Tower," said Tal as they stepped off the throne and walked toward the stairs.
His voice sounded strange and doom-laden, even to him, and he wished he hadn"t spoken.
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
As soon as Tal left the circle of Sunstones, the throne began to sink again, back down to the Audience Chamber. Ebbitt, who had been lingering, had to jump out, a.s.sisted by his Spiritshadow, who lifted him by his collar much as it would carry a kitten.
There was no sign of Sushin, or any visible trap. Even so, Milla gestured to Jarek to go ahead of them, up the green stone stairs. He was not only tough enough to withstand a light trap, but was also a very experienced hunter, likely to detect any ambush.
The stair led up to another level, and another chamber that was empty and bare. But the stair did not continue farther, and there were four large doors to choose for further exploration. All the doors were made of the golden metal, Tal noticed, and the walls were also lined with a close mesh of golden metal against the stone. No Spiritshadows could pa.s.s through doors or walls here.
"Dark take it!" swore Tal. They couldn"t afford any delay by going the wrong way. "That"s all we need. Which one do we take?"
"Just follow Sushin," said Ebbitt. "Elementary tracking, my boy."
Tal looked at the stone beneath his feet and stamped in exasperation. As he"d expected, even stamping left no mark on this floor. There wouldn"t be any tracks to follow.
Or so he thought, until he saw Jarek at one of the doors. The Wilder licked his finger and ran it along the joint between door and wall, before examining the result. Then he sniffed around the door handle, which was made of Violet crystal and golden metal. He did this at all four doors, running between them, before pointing at the door on the eastern side.
"What?" asked Tal. "How can he tell?"
"Dust," replied Milla. "Or the lack of it. And a hand leaves oil or sweat on metal. Come on!"
"But he couldn"t smell that," said Tal. "Could he?" Milla didn"t answer. She ran toward the door and stood off to one side, the Talon ready. Odris glided over to the other side, Adras next to her.
Jarek tried the door handle. It didn"t turn, even when the huge Icecarl began to exert his full strength.
"The Keystone!" snapped Ebbitt. "Use your head, Tal. We can"t wait around for you to get on with it!"
Tal flushed and raised the Keystone, directing a beam of Violet at the door handle. It was reflected back, and suddenly the handle turned under Jarek"s hand, and he thrust it open.
The Wilder sprang through, drawing his chain as he ran. Milla followed him, the Talon extending, followed by the Spiritshadows and Tal and Crow, with Ebbitt and Malen behind.
All of them expected some sort of trap, or enemy left behind by Sushin. But they didn"t expect to see a gigantic insect, an awful thin-bodied creature at least fifty stretches long, with hundreds of segmented legs, serrated mandibles longer than Jarek, and two huge multifaceted eyes.
Light flared in Sunstones, the Talon extended into a whip of light, and Jarek whirled his chain above his head.
Then everyone stopped. The light faded. Milla let her hand drop to her side and Jarek"s chain slowed its terrifying whirl and came to what would be a bruising stop on anyone"s side but his own.
The giant insect was dead. Or had never been alive. As they moved forward, Tal saw that it was actually a machine of some kind. It was made of something like the golden metal, though this material had a greenish sheen on the gold. And the great multifaceted eyes were actually made up of hundreds of Sunstones. Dead Sunstones.
It had a sort of saddle high on its back, behind the head with its terrifying mandibles, and the two closest legs had blunt bristles that could be used like rungs on a ladder, where all the other legs had razorlike protrusions.
"A war beast," said Milla in awe. This would be a terrible foe. It was thin enough to slip through anywhere a human could stand upright, but those mandibles could cut a warrior in two, and the legs slice a hundred foes into pieces.
"A Wormwalker," said Ebbitt. "Fascinating. I always thought they were made up."
"They?" asked Crow. "There are more of them?" "According to the stories, at least a score," said Ebbitt happily. He produced a measuring tape from one of his ample pockets and stretched it between the Wormwalker"s mandibles.
"Not now, Great-uncle," said Tal firmly, taking the old man by the elbow. "We"re in a hurry, remember?"
They walked quickly past the Wormwalker, careful to keep away from its sharp legs. The insect machine was actually positioned along a curving corridor, and as they rounded the bend, they saw another war machine. Only this Wormwalker was posed differently, its head and part of the body behind reared up, as if it were about to strike down an enemy.