"He said that all this took place sometime during the winter before last, but the exact month is not known."
"But that means it could have been my dragon-man! He left me at the Place of Stones at the beginning of November and "during the winter" could be anytime in the next four months!"
"Patience! There is absolutely nothing to indicate that he is here."
"But I"ve got to find out! And if you won"t take me to the Blue Mountain, I"ll go alone!"
Chapter Twenty.Five.
"The one thing Ky-Lins can"t do," said Ky-Lin firmly, "is fly. Ky-Lins can change their size, their substance, their colors. They can run like the wind, go without food and drink, speak any language. They can produce Sleepy Dust, firecrackers and colored smoke. They also possess certain healing properties, but fly they don"t!"
We were standing at the foot of the so-called Blue Mountain. So-called because close to it didn"t look blue at all. It was a sort of blackish cindery gray, rising steeply from the valley floor. Conical in shape, it was almost entirely bare of vegetation, and I was quite ready to believe it was the core of an extinct volcano. It smelled rather like the puff of air you sometimes get from a long-dead fireplace.
Ky-Lin had explained not once but twice why it looked blue at a distance, but I had become more than a little confused with the principles of distance, air, refraction (whatever that was), and vapor.
"Well," said Growch. "It"s as plain as me nuts as we can"t climb that. We ain"t ruddy spiders."
Now Growch wasn"t supposed to be here at all. Three days after Ky-Lin had questioned the monk, he had come to me suggesting we visit the Blue Mountain the very next day. "I can carry you," he had said, "but even with what speed I can make it will take several hours. I suggest, therefore, that we set off before light, in order to be back before nightfall. I shall wake you when I am ready, and shall ask one of the cooks to make you up a parcel of rice cakes and honey, and a skin of water."
"Don" eat "unny," said Growch. "You knows I don". Bit o" cheese"ll do. An" a bone."
"You"re not coming," I said firmly. "This is my journey. After all," I added placatingly, as his s.h.a.ggy brows drew down in a dreadful frown, "this is only a reconnaissance. I just want to know what"s there."
"Never!" he said. "Not never no-how. You ain"t goin" nowhere without you take me. You"d never "ave got this far without me, and you knows it. Why d"you think I left the comfort o" that merchant"s "ouse to go with you? Not to be left behin", and that"s flat! I bin with you since the day after yer Ma died an"
you left "ome, ain"t I? An" if"n you even tries to go without me I"ll bark the place down, that I will!"
Blackmail, that was what it had come down to, so he had come too, and to my secret satisfaction had hated every moment of Ky-Lin"s erratic bounding from stone to rock to pebble, as he had borne us on his back across the valley.
So had I, if it came to that, but there"s nothing like sharing one"s woes, is there?
We had left well before dawn, d.i.c.kon unaware and asleep, and were let out through the gates of the courtyard by a half-awake porter. We had followed the twisting track down to the village below, and once on level ground I had climbed on Ky-Lin"s back, taken Growch up in front of me and started the long journey across the valley floor.
At first, along the level bare tracks, it was easy, Ky-Lin skimming smooth and steady with scarce a jolt to disturb us, but when the trail petered out we had a much more adventurous journey. At first I couldn"t understand why Ky-Lin was bounding about like an overgrown and demented gra.s.shopper, but then I remembered his devotion to not even spoiling a blade of gra.s.s or errant ant.
Obviously there must have been many such in our path, for we jigged and jagged our way across the plain till the breath was near knocked out of me.
"Sorry," said Ky-Lin at one point. "It"s not all (bounce) that easy (leap) by the last light (swerve) of the (crunch) moon, but once the sun comes up (hop) it should be better." b.u.mp.
I sure hoped so.
It was a relief to us all when we finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Sliding off Ky-Lin"s back I collapsed on the ground, dropping Growch as I did so, and we spent the next couple of minutes shaking ourselves together. We looked up at the mountain; smooth rock all the way to the top, no bushes, shrubs, trees, gra.s.s or foot- or hand-holds that I could see. Far, far above us was what could be a ledge of some sort and a hole in the rock, but it was too high up to see clearly.
"Now what?"
"Breakfast," said Ky-Lin, "and then I will scout around the base of the mountain."
He was gone about an hour, and appeared from the opposite direction.
"What did you find?"
"Better news, I think. Around the other side, to the south where the sun shines strong, there has been a certain amount of erosion over the years. The rocks are porous, and I think there is a way up, a narrow way that follows a crack in the rock. Up you get, and we"ll take a look."
Perhaps because he had been this way before, our ride this time was easier, and the other side of the mountain provided a surprise. As Ky-Lin had said this side faced due south, and perhaps because of this the lower slopes were covered with vegetation-young pines and firs at the foot, and bushes, gra.s.s and scrub to about a third of the way up before it reverted back to bare rock.
There were also numerous cracks, fissures and gullies worn away by rain, wind and sun.
I saw what I thought were several promising paths, but Ky-Lin ignored all these and led us about halfway round the southern side before stopping.
"Here we are: take a look."
I couldn"t see anything, but Growch"s eyes were sharper than mine.
"I sees it. Bit of a scramble, then there"s a crack as goes roun" like a pig"s tail an" outa sight roun" the other side."
"Does it go all the way up to that ledge we saw?"
"Seems to," said Ky-Lin. "We"ll have to try it. It"s the only way I can see to get us there."
After the first "scramble" as Growch had put it, which was a hands and knees job, the first part of the narrow path seemed easy enough. We were gradually working our way round to the westward, and when I looked down the first time the plain still looked only a jump away, but by the time we were facing northwest it looked a giddy mile away, although we could only have been a thousand feet up. Now the path became more difficult. It narrowed, and some of the footholds were crumbling away; at one point, when I paused for a moment"s rest and gazed down again, I felt so dizzy I had to shut my eyes and cling to the rock, too paralyzed to move another step.
"C"mon, "fraidy cat!" It was Growch"s ultimate insult. "If"n I can do it, so can you!"
I chanced one open eye, and there he was, perched on a rock some three feet above me. As I watched he leapt down beside me and then up again.
"Up you comes!"
Then Ky-Lin was beside me. "I told you not to look down. Come on, I"ll give you a lift up to the next bit. Don"t let us down now, girl: there"s only a short way to go."
And, incredibly, he was right. With a leap of antic.i.p.ation I saw the ledge we were heading for not a hundred yards away, and five minutes later we were there.
It was obvious that the ledge was part natural, part engineered. The natural rock jutted out like a platform, perhaps six feet, but its inner side had been painstakingly excavated to a depth of about ten feet further and smoothed down, making a natural stage some fifteen feet deep and the same wide.
Stage? What about a landing strip for a dragon? Especially as, at the back, leading into the heart of the mountain was a dark, yawning pa.s.sage.
Suddenly the strange, cindery smell was much stronger and I wanted to gag, so much so that I turned away and looked across the plain to where the faraway mountains raised their snowcapped heads. And with the sight came a scent from the distance, a hint of snow, thyme, ice, pine, a perfume to dispel the one that had so disturbed me.
Ky-Lin lay down with a sigh, hooves tucked under. "Well, we"re here. Are you going in?"
I stared at him. "Aren"t you coming?"
He shook his head. "Dragons are not-not within my commitments. It"s like . .
." He struggled for an explanation. "It"s like two different elements. The difference between a fish and a bird. Our boundaries just don"t cross. I have my magic, they have theirs."
I thought of flying fish, of sea-diving eagles; for a moment at least they tried different elements. But Ky-Lin was adamant.
"This is your adventure, girl. I brought you here, I can take you back, but in there I cannot help you."
For a moment I hesitated. The pa.s.sage looked dark and forbidding. I wished I had had the forethought to bring some form of illumination. I looked at Growch.
"You coming?"
His ears were down, his tail between his legs. " "Course . . ." Not very convincing.
"Come on then: this is what I came for."
"What you came for! Orl right. Lead on. . . ."
But I didn"t want to either. I closed my eyes, just to remind myself why I was here. The maps had shown a Blue Mountain, and I had no other lead to where my dragon-man had gone; he was the reason I had travelled so many miles, to try and find the one who had so roused my body and my heart to the realization that no one else but he would do. A dragon-kiss, that was why I was here.
I tried to recall the magic of that moment; the fear, the joy, the exhilaration of that moment nearly two years ago, when I had tasted what love really meant- but like all memories and the best dreams the edges were blunted by time, the sharpness rubbed off by recollection. However, this was why I was here, so how could I fail at the last moment, just because I was scared of a dark pa.s.sage?
"You"ll wait, Ky-Lin?"
"Of course. Just take it slow and easy. I don"t believe there will be anything to fear except yourselves."
I peered down the tunnel. "It"s very dark. . . ."
"You want a light? You should have reminded me humans cannot see in the dark like us. Here, pluck some hairs from the tip of my tail. Go on, it won"t hurt you."
It might hurt him, though. I chose a small handful and gave a gentle tug; it stayed where it was.
"It won"t hurt me either," said Ky-Lin. "As I say, I"m not a human."
I tugged harder and pop!-out they came, immediately fusing together into a minitorch that burned with a brilliant white light. I nearly dropped it.
"That won"t hurt you either," said Ky-Lin. "You can even put your finger in the flame. It"s really an illusion, like my firecrackers."
"How long will it last?"
"As long as you need it. Now, off you go: you"re wasting time again."
Holding the torch high I stepped into the tunnel, Growch"s wet nose nudging my ankles. Now that we had a light he didn"t seem so reluctant. Step by step, my free hand against the tunnel wall to keep me steady, I stumbled along- stumbled because the way was littered with small stones, and even as we walked other stones and pebbles detached themselves from the roof and walls to complicate our pa.s.sage.
At first the tunnel-some six feet wide-went straight, and if I glanced behind I could see the comforting daylight behind me. Then it kinked sharply to the left, to the right and to the left again, till the only light we had I held in my hand, except for a faint illumination I could not trace to its source. It was very still; the air smelled of rotten eggs and cinders, and it was strangely warm.
We seemed to have been travelling into the heart of the mountain for what seemed ages but could only have been a cautious five minutes, when suddenly the tunnel widened into a huge cavern. It was so wide and high that, even with the brilliance of Ky-Lin"s torch, we couldn"t see the roof or the far walls.
Two things I noticed at once: both the smell and the heat were suddenly increased, and as far as the latter was concerned it was like walking from winter into spring. The heat seemed to be coming from somewhere beneath our feet, as a hearthstone will keep the warmth long after the fire itself is out.
It increased as we advanced further into the cavern, until we were halted by a great fissure that stretched from one side to the other, effectively blocking our way to the other side. It was from this great crack that the heat and the smell came.
Cautiously I peered over the edge, down into darkness so deep it was almost a color on its own. Up came a waft of hot air; Ky-Lin had said this was the cone of an extinct volcano, but there was certainly something down there still. No noise, however; no grumbling and bubbling, so perhaps I was mistaken.
I stepped back and held the torch as high as I could once more. It was like being in a huge cathedral, ribs and b.u.t.tresses of rock rearing up into shadow.
On the other side of the fissure, to add to the illusion, huge lumps of stone could well be mistaken for effigies of long-dead knights. But giant knights these, in fact the shadows thrown by the torch gave these effigies of stone less than human characteristics: heads and claws and scaly backs.
"There"s a sorta bridge here," Growch grumbled. It wasn"t the sort of place to be too audible.
A thin arch of stone spanned the chasm; perhaps a couple of feet wide, it looked both daunting and insubstantial, and the thought of what might lie below was more than enough to make me decide not to chance it. Besides, I persuaded myself, there was nothing over there to look at, only misshapen lumps of rock and, now I noticed for the first time, some irregularly s.p.a.ced heaps of pebbles, the sort of heaps a child might make while playing.
I felt terribly let down. All that travelling, the building up of antic.i.p.ation, the hard times, the dangerous ones: was it all to lead to an empty, hot cavern scattered with stones and smelling of cinders? And where, oh where was Jasper? Where was my wonderful man-dragon? How could the maps, the legends, my own intuition, all be so wrong?
In sudden frustration and anguish I called out his name. "Jasper! Jasper!
Where are you?" but the echoes engendered by my voice magnified his name into a frightening "Boom! boom! boom!" that bounced off the rocks, hissing on the sibilant, popping on the plosive, till I felt as if I had been hurled headlong into a thunderstorm.
Terrified, I clapped my hands to my ears, dropping the torch, but to add to the din Growch started yelping in fear and the noise was so dreadful it almost seemed as if the stones themselves were adding to the clamor. To add to the confusion the fallen torch was now pointing directly across at the misshapen rocks and I definitely saw one move- That did it. I s.n.a.t.c.hed up the torch, and with one accord Growch and I headed for the tunnel and fled as if the Devil himself were after us, never mind stones and stumbles, emerging out onto the ledge again with a speed that nearly had us over the edge.
"Well," asked Ky-Lin, comfortingly matter-of-fact. "Was it worth the climb?"
Out it all came, my disappointment, the way we had almost scared ourselves to death, the sheer empty futility of it all.
"I had thought it would be so different," I finished miserably. "Just great big rocks and heaps of pebbles."
"What did you expect?" he asked mildly. "A welcoming committee? Besides, rocks are rocks are rocks, you know. . . ."
I could have done without his homespun philosophy right then, especially as I didn"t understand what he was getting at, and nearly told him so. Instead we wended our way down the mountain again and endured another b.u.mpy ride, and it was well past dark when we arrived back at the monastery.
And the last person in the world I wanted to face was d.i.c.kon, but there he was, near hysterical.
"Where the h.e.l.l do you think you"ve been? You"ve been missing all day! What on earth time is this to return?"
"Oh shut up, d.i.c.kon," I said wearily. I was exhausted, b.u.mped, bruised, fed up and near to tears. "I"m tired. I want a bath and I want to go to bed. I"ll tell you all about it in the morning."
"I know what it is: you went off on your own to find the treasure!"
"How many times do I have to tell you?" I yelled back. "There is no b.l.o.o.d.y treasure! There never was!"
"Oh, yes?" he sneered. "That"s what you keep on saying, isn"t it? Well, let me tell you this; nothing you say will ever convince me that you dragged us all this way for nothing-"
"Us? You mean you! Who dragged you? You insisted on coming. Each time we tried to go on alone, you insisted on following. You left the caravan to follow us, you travelled up the Silk River to find us, you tracked us across the bog-"
He evaded that. "But where did you go today, then?"
"Look," I said. "If you will leave me in peace right now, I have already told you I"ll explain it all in the morning."
"Promise?"