Cry of Sorrow

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by Holly Taylor


  The fifth level, the level of Modron, was made up of the High King and High Queen’s apartments. A formal reception room stood in the middle of this level, and, once again, the eagle banner that stood above a high-backed chair canopied in purple and gold had confronted him. A huge, round table stood in the center of the room.

  The sixth level, the level of Mabon, contained apartments for important visitors, each apartment decorated with the colors of those for whom it was reserved—the rulers of the four kingdoms, as well as the Ardewin, the Dreamer, the Master Bard, and the Archdruid.

  The seventh level, the level of Nantsovelta, was made up of further apartments for the High King’s officials, servants, and other guests. A glorious fountain stood in the center room, and the iridescent walls were sheathed in mother-of-pearl.

  The chamber where he now stood, the eighth level, the level of Taran, was small in comparison to the other levels. It stood at the peak of the mountain, and the smooth walls, covered in silver, were incised with the constellations that wheeled over Kymru. One section showed the spring sky, and another the summer sky. One was for the autumn sky, and the last for winter. The constellations were perfectly executed, and the stars that belonged to each one were represented by twinkling jewels.

  But that was not the wonder of Taran’s chamber. For the roof was made of a glasslike substance, and the starry night sky streamed in. Gwydion said that there was a roof just like it at Caer Dathyl, set in the ceiling of Ystafell Yr Arymes, the Chamber of Dreams. And as Gwydion had said that, Arthur caught the longing in his uncle’s voice for the Dreamer’s home. Once he might have taunted Gwydion with that loss. But such things were past. He had no time for them now.

  He was grateful to be alone with his thoughts. The others were in the garden room, resting for a few moments, waiting for the next move in this game. There were not many here now; it was nothing like it had no doubt been in the days of the High Kings. Not including the Stewards, only eleven people were still here. There were Gwydion and Rhiannon and Gwen, of course. There were Cariadas, Gwydion’s daughter, and Dinaswyn, Gwydion’s aunt.

  The two Druids, Sinend and Sabrina, had also stayed. Sabrina had not wanted to stay, had wanted to follow Trystan back to Coed Coch. But Arthur had insisted that she stay because he needed the Druids. He needed Sinend and Sabrina and even Gwen’s raw and untrained talent. He needed to learn to harness the High King’s power, and he could not master it without Druids to help him.

  Rhodri, the one-time King of Gwynedd, along with Dudod the Bard, had also stayed. Arthur knew that soon Rhodri would be on his way to Gwynedd to deal with his traitorous son. But Arthur had told the old man that the time was not yet. He wanted nothing to upset the precarious balance until he had learned his new powers. And Rhodri, too, had obeyed without protest.

  The Ardewin, Elstar, and her husband, Elidyr, Master Bard, had also stayed at Arthur’s orders. With Rhiannon and Elstar for the Dewin, and Elidyr and Dudod for the Bards, he could practice mastering that part of the powers. So the Ardewin and the Master Bard had stayed, making Cadair Idris their headquarters. The web of Bards and Dewin that spanned Kymru was back into place, and there was little information that Arthur did not know.

  The four rulers had begun their journey to return to their headquarters—Rhoram to Haford Bryn in Prydyn, Owein to Coed Coch in Rheged, Lludd to Coed Ddu in Ederynion, and Morrigan to the new place at Cemais in Gwynedd. He had not wanted to say goodbye to Morrigan, or to his mother. But he had understood, and so had they, that they needed to return to Gwynedd with their warriors and prepare for the final battle.

  He knew there would be one. And he even thought he knew, now, when it would be—almost six months from now, on Calan Llachar. It was his name day, and he would be eighteen years old. But the fact it was the day of his birth was not the reason he knew that would be the day when Kymru made its bid for freedom. It was because, this year, on Calan Llachar, there would be a total eclipse of the sun, as there was on the day of his birth. The eighteen-year cycle would come to a close then, and he felt deep inside, that this would, indeed, be the day.

  He sat cross-legged on the floor of Taran’s chamber, the High King’s sword, Caladfwlch, resting on his thighs. He gazed above him at the night sky. He saw the five constellations that always rode the sky—Math, named after the first Master Bard, and Llyr, named after the first Dreamer. He saw Draig, the Dragon. He saw Beli, named for the doomed husband of Don. He saw Llys Don, the Court of Don, named after the woman who had been creator of Llyr and mother of Penduran, the one who had made the four Treasures.

  And then he gazed at the constellations that appeared at this time of year. Mabon, for the God of the Sun. Cerrunnos, for the Master of the Hunt. March, the Horse. Cerridwen, the Lady of the Wood. Nantsovelta of the Waters. Y Honneit, the Spear of Fire. Abwyd, the Worm. And Aertan, the Weaver of Fate.

  And what, he wondered, was Aertan weaving for him this night? What would his fate be? Would he succeed in freeing Kymru, or would he die? The answer to this, no one knew. Not even the Dreamer. For Gwydion had seen nothing in his dreams beyond Arthur coming to Cadair Idris for the Tynged Mawr.

  As if thoughts of Gwydion had aroused the Dreamer, Arthur’s uncle suddenly stood at the open door of the chamber.

  “Come in, uncle,” Arthur said.

  Gwydion sat cross-legged on the floor by Arthur, but did not speak. For a time the two men sat there, gazing up at the sky. At last, Gwydion spoke. “You hold Caladfwlch well.”

  “The sword you paid so dearly to find. The sword for which you lost your brother.”

  “Amatheon would be so pleased, if he were here,” Gwydion said quietly.

  “I wish I had known him.”

  “You would have liked him. Few did not. If you are rested now from the test,” Gwydion went on, “you must begin.”

  “I have begun, uncle,” Arthur said quietly, as he laid a hand to his chest. “It is in here, and it is ready.”

  “Good. The Dewin, the Bards, the Druids are ready to begin to work with you.”

  “And the Dreamers?”

  Gwydion’s brow rose. “What could you hope to get from the Dreamers? The others, I understand. With the augmented power of the others, you could do mighty things. But the Dreamers?”

  “The Dreamers are the Walkers-Between-the-Worlds, uncle,” Arthur pointed out. “And that is a path I may need to take.”

  “Be careful,” Gwydion warned. “It is dangerous even for born Dreamers to walk near to the Otherworld. It would, perhaps, be even more dangerous for you to be with us when we do.”

  “But I shall. When the time is ripe. And we will call for those who can help us.”

  “What, then, are your plans, my King?” Gwydion asked quietly, his gray eyes steady.

  “They are these,” Arthur said, ticking the points off on his fingers. “To kill Sledda, the Arch-wyrce-jaga, for his part in Anieron’s death. To rescue the Master Smiths from Caer Siddi and bring them here to Cadair Idris to forge weapons of war. To rescue Queen Elen of Ederynion and Queen Enid of Rheged. To bring down the Archdruid and take his Druids back into the fold. To rescue the captive Y Dawnus from Afalon. And, finally, to throw the Coranians back into the sea.”

  Gwydion’s mouth twitched, but his eyes remained grave. “Those are a great many tasks to accomplish, Arthur.”

  “What else is a High King for?”

  A LEAGUE AWAY, Havgan gazed at the stars from the heights of Eiodel. At home, in Corania, they would have different names than here, but they were the same. There was Wuotan, the God of Magic. And Fal, the god of Light. Holda, the goddess of Water, and Nerthus, the Mother. Draen, the Dragon, and Mearth, the Horse. Donar, the god of Thunder, and Sif, the goddess of Plenty. Flan, the Arrow, and Skeggox, the Axe.

  Suddenly, for the first time since he had come to Kymru, Havgan longed for his country, for Corania. Longed to be away from this strange land where he somehow felt more at home.

  Most of all, he longed to see the la
st of Cadair Idris, the mountain that had defied him still. It shone now across the dark meadow, glowing with a faint, golden light, a light, which, Arianrod said, meant that the High King had returned.

  Things that had once been under his control were under his control no longer. The broken network of Y Dawnus had been repaired—the latest reports of caravans attacked, temples burned, and wyrce-jaga slain were enough to tell him that. Three days ago, a third of his troops had been killed at the crossroads. The testing tool they had captured many months ago had found no fresh Y Dawnus. The ones he had captured suffered terribly on the nearby island of Afalon, but there were not enough of them to satisfy him. His cold, beautiful wife was plotting against him, and his General, once his friend, always looked at him with pity in his brown eyes. The Treasures, so eagerly sought for and followed across Kymru, had eluded him and Cadair Idris had refused to open for him.

  And yet, in spite of those things, Havgan would not give up. He would not go home—because he no longer knew where home was. Was it Corania, the land in which he had grown up, the land that had always been strange to him? Or was it Kymru, the land of the witches, the land he had come to conquer and that had somehow, perhaps, conquered him?

  The faint scent of honeysuckle came to his nostrils. She had come to him, as he had known she would. She came to stand by him on the battlements, and, for a while, did not speak. When at last she did, her words rocked him.

  “I carry your child, cariad,” Arianrod said softly.

  Cariad. He knew that Kymric word. It meant beloved. That she should use that word to him told him much of her. Told him, too, much of himself. For he had longed for that word from her. Though he had not known it until now. He reached for her, enfolding her in his strong arms. She rested her head on his heart.

  “Cariad,” he said to her, at last breaking the silence. “Wife of my heart.”

  She was quiet for a time, and he felt a dampness on his breast. She was crying. He let her go and framed her face with his hands, gently forcing her to look up at him. Her amber eyes—so very, very like his own—were swimming in tears. But she was smiling.

  “It will be a boy, Havgan. A son,” she said.

  “You know this?”

  “I am Dewin,” she said simply. “I know.”

  “We will call him Sigefrith, after Sigerric’s father, my first Lord.”

  She shook her head. Her honey-blond hair—so like his own—stirred beneath his strong hands. “In Kymru, the task of naming is given to the mother.”

  He smiled. Once her opposition—anyone’s opposition—would have enraged him. But no more. For she was the woman he loved as he had never loved any other woman before. She was the Woman-on-the-Rocks, come to him at last, facing him, gifting him with her heart. She would never leave him. And he would cling to her for the rest of his life.

  “What will be his name, then?” he asked smiling.

  “We will call him Medrawd. It means ‘skillful.’“

  “And in my tongue, what will that be?”

  “Mordred,” she replied.

  Glossary

  Addiendydd: sixth day of the week aderyn: birds

  aethnen: aspen tree; sacred to Ederynion

  alarch: swan; the symbol of the royal house of Ederynion

  alban: light; any one of the four solar festivals

  Alban Awyr: festival honoring Taran; Spring Equinox

  Alban Haf: festival honoring Modron; Summer Solstice

  Alban Nerth: festival honoring Agrona and Camulos; Autumnal Equinox

  Alban Nos: festival honoring Sirona and Grannos; the Winter Solstice

  ap: son of

  ar: high

  Archdruid: leader of the Druids, must be a descendent of Llyr

  Arderydd: high eagle; symbol of the High Kings

  Ardewin: leader of the Dewin, must be a descendent of Llyr

  aryme:. prophecy

  Awenyddion: dreamer (see Dreamer)

  awyr: air

  bach: boy

  Bard: a telepath; they are musicians, poets, and arbiters of the law in matters of

  inheritance, marriage, and divorce; Bards can Far-Sense and Wind-Speak; they

  revere the god Taran, King of the Winds

  bedwen: birch tree; sacred to the Bards

  Bedwen Mis: birch month; roughly corresponds to March

  blaid: wolf; the symbol of the royal house of Prydyn

  bran: raven; the symbol of the Dreamers

  Brenin: high or noble one; the High King; acts as an amplifier for the Y Dawnus buarth: circle cad: battle

  cadair: chair (of state)

  caer: fortress

  calan: first day; any one of the four fire festivals

  Calan Gaef: festival honoring Annwyn and Aertan

  Calan Llachar: festival honoring Cerridwen and Cerrunnos

  Calan Morynion: festival honoring Nantsovelta

  Calan Olau: festival honoring Mabon

  cantref: a large division of land for administrative purposes; two to three commotes make up a cantref; a

  cantref is ruled by a Lord or Lady

  canu: song

  cariad: beloved

  celynnen: holly

  Celynnen Mis: holly month; roughly corresponds to late May/early June

  cenedl: clan

  cerdinen: rowan tree; sacred to the Dreamers

  Cerdinen Mis: rowan month; roughly corresponds to July

  Cerdorrian: sons of Cerridwen; the hidden organization of warriors and Y Dawnus working to drive the

  Coranians out of Kymru

  cleddyf: sword

  collen: hazel tree; sacred to Prydyn

  Collen Mis: hazel month; roughly corresponds to October

  commote: a small division of land for administrative purposes; two or three commotes make up a cantref; a commote is ruled by a Gwarda

  coed: forest, wood

  cynyddu: increase; the time when the moon is waxing

  da: father

  dan: fire

  derwen: oak tree; sacred to the Druids

  Derwen Mis: oak month; roughly corresponds to December

  Dewin: a clairvoyant; they are physicians; they can Life-Read and Wind-Ride; they revere

  the goddess Nantsovelta, Lady of the Moon

  disglair: bright; the time when the moon is full

  draig: dragon; the symbol of the Dewin

  draenenwen: hawthorn tree; sacred to Rheged

  Draenenwen Mis: hawthorn month; roughly corresponds to late June/early July

  Dreamer: a descendent of Llyr who has precognitive abilities; the Dreamer can Dream-

  Speak and Time-Walk; the Dreamer also has the other three gifts—telepathy,

  clairvoyance, and psychokinesis; there is only one Dreamer in a generation; they

  revere the god Mabon, King of Fire

  Dream-Speaking: precognitive dreams; one of the Dreamer’s gifts Druid: a psychokinetic; they are astronomers, scientists, and lead all festivals; they can

  Shape-Move, Fire-Weave, and, in partnership with the High King, Storm-Bring;

  they revere the goddess Modron, the Great Mother of All

  drwys: doors

  dwfr: water

  dwyvach-breichled: goddess-bracelet; bracelet made of oak used by Druids

  eiddew: ivy

  Eiddew Mis: cds to April enaid-dal: soul-catcher; lead collars that prevent Y Dawnus from using their gifts

  eos: nightingale; the symbol of the Bards

  erias: fire

  erydd: eagle

  Far-Sensing: the telepathic ability to communicate with animals

  ffynidwydden: fir tree; sacred to the High Kings

  Fire-Weaving: the psychokinetic ability to light fires

  gaef: winter

  galanas: blood price

  galor: mourning, sorrow

  goddeau: trees

  gorsedd: a gathering (of Bards)

  greu: blood

  Gwaithdydd: third day of the week

  gwarc
han: incantation Gwarda: ruler of a commote

  gwernan: alder tree; sacred to Gwynedd

  Gwernan Mis: alder month; roughly corresponds to late April/early May

  gwinydden: vine

  Gwinydden: vine month; roughly corresponds to August

  Gwlad Yr Haf: the Land of Summer; the Otherworld

  gwydd: knowledge gwyn: white

  gwynt: wind

  Gwyntdydd: fifth day of the week

  gwyr: seeker

  haf: summer

  hebog: hawk; the symbol of the royal house of Gwynedd

  helygen: willow

  Helygen Mis: willow month; roughly corresponds to January

  honneit: spear

  Life-Reading: the clairvoyant ability to lay hands on a patient and

  determine the nature of

  their ailment

  llachar: bright

  llech: stone

  lleihau: to diminish; the time when the moon is waning

  lleu: lion

  Llundydd: second day of the week

  llyfr: book llyn: lake

  llys: court

  Lord/Lady: ruler of a cantref

  mam: mother

  march: horse; the symbol of the royal house of Rheged

  Master Bard: leader of the Bards, must be a descendent of Llyr

  Meirgdydd: fourth day of the week

  meirig: guardian

  Meriwdydd: seventh day of the week

  mis: month

  morynion: maiden

  mwg-breudduyd: smoke-dream; a method Dreamers can use to induce dreams mynydd: mountain

  mynyddoedd: mountains

  naid: leap

  nemed: shrine, a sacred grove

  nerth: strength

  neuadd: hall

  niam-lann: a jeweled metallic headpiece, worn by ladies of rank

  nos: night

  ogaf: cave

  olau: fair

  onnen: ash tree; sacred to the Dewin

  Onnen Mis: ash month; roughly corresponds to February

  pair: cauldron

  pen: head of

  Plentyn Prawf: child test; the testing of children, performed by the

  Bards, to determine if

  they are Y Dawnus

  rhyfelwr: warrior

  sarn: road

 

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