Iska and Kemti were rising from their couches when Tika asked: ‘Lady there is one thing.’ Emla waited for her to continue. ‘What is the meaning of these ornaments both Mim and I had to find in the Treasury collections? I understand the need of swords perhaps, but what is the use of these?’
‘We are still trying to find out ourselves, dear one. We have been through so many old books and papers. They are described clearly in many writings, but the purpose of them is hidden in riddles. Iska and Kemti will read some to you – maybe you yourself will understand where it is all confusion to us.’
Iska and Kemti were gentle as they tried to show Tika how to go into her own mind. ‘The tiny part that is “you”, that you send into another mind, send it deep into your own.’
Frustration grew as Tika found herself just unable to catch the tickle she had described to Mim. When a rather pretty teapot, full of hot spiced tea brought by a maid, crumpled into a mess of pottery shards and dark liquid, Iska called a halt.
‘I did that,’ Tika exclaimed in horror. ‘I didn’t mean to!’
‘No, we know,’ said Kemti, as Iska removed the tray and went to arrange for more tea to be brought. ‘But perhaps it is good that it did. You can see what can happen without control, and this was a very small thing – it could so easily be far worse. Try once more Tika, focus your mind as narrow as the moonlight’s path on water.’
Iska had returned and sat beside Kemti, watching as Tika concentrated. ‘She’s there,’ murmured Kemti.
‘I believe she is,’ agreed Iska.
Tika’s voice sounded distant as she said, ‘I can see it! It is wound round and through my mind – but wrongly!’
‘No!’ both Iska and Kemti cried, and then both slid into Tika’s mind, and stopped, stunned by what they saw. Tika was right, there was something wrong. The golden threads of the Power were tangled in places, not forming the filigree patterned net the Seniors knew from each other’s minds. But as they watched, the tangles unsnarled here, were rippled into a smooth curve there. Tika’s concentration was absolute, and by the time the threads of Power glittered in a delicate tangle-free net, she was beginning to shake.
At last it was done, and Kemti caught her as she began to topple forward from her chair. He looked at Iska over Tika’s unconscious body. Her face reflected the awed amazement he himself was feeling, then the two Seniors busied themselves laying Tika gently on a couch and tucking Iska’s woollen shawl around her. A maid tapped the door and Kemti went to take a tray of fresh tea from her.
‘Well,’ he said.
‘Well indeed,’ echoed Iska.
‘Could you make out how she did that?’ Kemti asked, as Iska handed him some tea. ‘It was a form of healing, but faster, and more complex than I have ever seen.’
‘Yes. And when you realise that she has not been able to see the Power in our minds, to be able to do what she has, to herself. . . Kemti, the Power she has is far greater than I have heard of, let alone ever seen.’
Iska tried to reach into Tika’s mind, and was not entirely surprised to find her way blocked. She nodded. ‘She is guarding herself. I believe with the net of Power correctly in place, much knowledge has already been absorbed by her mind.’
‘I told Bara to ask Emla to come, when she could leave Mim.’
‘I think she will sleep now. She is drained of strength, but even as she sleeps, the Power will be working within her.’
The door opened and Emla was there. Kemti and Iska explained what had taken place and Iska opened her mind to let the Lady see what they had seen.
‘Events seem to be moving faster than we imagined,’ Emla said. ‘We must pray to the stars she wakes safe – and sane – but I think we must not try to waken her.’
Again the door opened. Gan said, ‘Mim said the Dragons were becoming upset, Farn especially. He tried to climb the stairs to reach Tika. Mim calmed them and has come to verify Tika’s safety.’
Emla gestured to Tika’s sleeping form. ‘As you see Mim, she sleeps. We think she will sleep long. Somehow she has – rearranged – her mind. It was as great a shock as was the news of her relationship to us was yesterday.’
‘She should be in their pavilion, where Farn can be with her,’ said Gan surprisingly, and he stooped, lifting Tika easily. Mim hurried down the stairs after him. Gan stopped as Farn’s body surged onto the lower stairs. He held Tika slightly away from himself, towards Farn. The Dragon bent his long face close over Tika’s, many colours whirring in the prismed eyes. A long moment passed, then Farn backed away to allow Gan to continue. As Gan reached the outer door, he slowed, waiting for Farn to keep pace with him. The blue head was slightly higher than Gan’s as Farn kept as close as he could.
Mim ran ahead, opening the doors wide, and Gan carried Tika through to the bedchamber that Mim indicated. It was a tight fit, but Farn forced his large body through the smaller door. The attendants had already uncovered glow lamps, but now Gan recovered most of the ones in Tika’s room, leaving only a single lamp softly lighting the chamber. He pulled up the quilts, tucking them loosely around her. Farn had already reclined close to the bed, resting his head on the covers, close to Tika’s face. Gan found himself placing his hand lightly on the Dragon’s head in understanding of his concern.
‘I will wait with you, if you permit it Farn.’ He spoke to the Dragon’s mind. ‘I will sit with Mim and Ashta until she awakens.’
‘Thank you Lord Gan,’ Farn replied, his distress blurring the words.
Supper was brought, but no one had any appetite, and eventually Mim curled up against Ashta and slept. Ashta remained awake, her senses alert to Farn. Gan also stayed awake, rising several times from his chair to look in where Tika lay still sleeping. He hadn’t noticed the Kephi slip in at some point during that long evening and endless night. It was just there when he looked in, curled between Farn’s head and Tika’s arm. It did not seem to be bothering Farn so Gan left it there.
Just before dawn, Tika began to swim up to consciousness. She was immediately aware of a change in herself. She felt as though her mind was stretching, widening. A buzzing sound roused her further and as she recognised it as Khosa’s odd music, her eyes struggled open.
Two pairs of blue eyes stared at her from very close range. One pair was quite calm, the other pair was whirring madly. She smiled at them both, reaching one hand to scratch Khosa’s ears (a caress the Kephi was inordinately fond of) and gently touching Farn’s face with the other. Her mind was flooded with Farn’s relief, his explanations, his worry.
In the main room, Ashta bespoke Gan and Mim: ‘Tika has woken, and she is well.’
Chapter Thirteen
Rhaki had received reports that Emla’s scouts had tracked the Linvaks to the Spine Mountains. He hoped they would carry on and find what remained of the Linvaks themselves. He would like to see Emla’s face when she received that tale! They had served their purpose – to a certain extent. Rhaki had not known of the Linvaks approach to Emla or of their theft of a Balance Weight.
How had they even conceived of the idea, and what had they planned to do with it? Rhaki was still annoyed with the Shardi. They had dismembered, and eaten, most of the Linvak band, totally failing to learn the whereabouts of the Weight. He scowled as he thought of the Shardi. Their stupidity was rapidly outgrowing their usefulness, he was beginning to think. He had not the faintest clue as to how the Linvaks might have forced a Weight free from its place in the time-suspended column of Power.
They had not a trace of Power in them. He should know, he had made them after all. From a simple human stock, he had bred in other lines, including Shardi. His plan had been to make a race of docile slave beasts, capable of understanding and responding to basic commands, and then carrying them out satisfactorily. They were far from attractive to most who had seen them, but Rhaki found their grossness gave him a sense of mild pleasure. Their bodies were of human form and stature, but they had extremely short necks supporting large heads, which were entirely bestia
l.
Rhaki was amused when snouted faces had first appeared in his breeding experiment. Too late, he found their vocal chords affected, so that sounds other than grunts and snarls were physically beyond Linvak capabilities. Too late also, he discovered how ill tempered and intractable were their natures. So he released them into the world, to live as they could.
There were reports of terror among some of the herders and small towns, but then the Linvaks reached the Swamp Lands far to the south. It seemed they thought it an ideal environment and settled there. Occasionally, they raided a few leagues beyond their lands, bringing fear to the scattered farmsteads. Mostly, Rhaki forgot their existence for generations at a time.
His trusty Jal had gone to the Shardi himself, with a large band of heavily armed men. Finding no living Linvak, no Balance Weight, and no information regarding its whereabouts, Jal had expressed Rhaki’s deep displeasure to the Shardisi. Their leader was killed, slowly and very painfully, as the lesser Shardi were invited, at sword point, to watch.
Now Rhaki was leaning over his worktable, studying a map. If the Linvaks had travelled directly from Emla’s House, detouring the city of Gaharn, to the place where they had died, then the Weight must be somewhere on that route. He had tried, unsuccessfully, to penetrate the Pavilion where Emla’s weights hung, in an attempt to get a mental ‘taste’ of the Weights. If he could do that, he would then recognise that ‘taste’ again, and thus find where the Linvaks’ hiding place was.
He had ordered Jal to return to the scene of the Linvaks’ slaughter with a larger force of men. They were to watch for scouts from Emla’s Guards, and they were only to watch. Rhaki knew that Emla, and that arrogant Gan, would have also deduced that the Linvaks had hidden the Balance Weight. If it were already in Rhaki’s possession, the shift of Power in his favour would be only too obvious to them.
Rhaki straightened his tall body, and the map he had been holding open curled itself closed. ‘Come, Bark,’ he called before there was any tap at the door. He found his staff were always unsettled by such small instances of his powers, although never Bark. His body servant brought his usual meal of meat, cheese and fruit. When he had placed the tray on the smaller table beside Rhaki’s fireside chair, he turned to his Master. Bowing low, he whispered, ‘Master, a letter comes from Gaharn.’ He held out a rolled parchment.
‘You may go.’ Rhaki said, taking the scroll. As the door closed behind Bark, Rhaki tapped the roll lightly against his palm. This was the first direct communication from the Golden Lady and her Seniors since Jerak’s unfortunate visit here. Unfortunate for Jerak, that is.
Rhaki tossed the unopened parchment into the blazing fire as he sat down. He did not wish to enter in to any discussions or debates with Emla and her advisors. He wished to do away with the lot of them. His spies reported that the human child, the Nagum and their two Dragons were now at Emla’s residence, but so far he had been unable to infiltrate a single spy into her House. Or indeed into the city of Gaharn. Nor had he found a suitable creature to corrupt, coerce, blackmail or bribe into passing on information.
He had destroyed Jerak, but he had not been able to take any of Jerak’s knowledge to himself in the process, as he had hoped. The ancient one had fought harder than Rhaki had been prepared for and he had been nearly at the limit of his own strength when Jerak fell.
He would wait now, to see if Emla’s scouts would backtrack the Linvaks trail, or continue through the Spine Mountains. It was vital he obtain the Balance Weight, and oh, if he could only discover how a mere Linvak had removed that Weight from its place! As he stretched his slippered feet to the warmth of the fire, a jolt of pain seared through his mind.
Rhaki clutched the arms of his chair and jerked upright, his eyes wide and unseeing. He flung up every mental barrier he could think of as the pain roared through him again. What was it? By the stars, WHO was it? Someone was taking Power, but where – who? The seconds grew to minutes and there were no further hammer blows to his mind. Rhaki’s eyes regained their focus, his brows frowning as he concentrated. There had been a familiarity somewhere, amidst that pain. A familiarity, and a strangeness. How could that be? Was it Emla perhaps, acting in concert with some of the Seniors, combining their minds against his? As a student he had learnt this could be done, indeed had been done, but far back, beyond any living memory.
Rhaki strode to the door, wrenching it open. He made his way rapidly through chambers and passageways until he neared the great gateway to his stronghold. Most believed this entrance, set in the side of the mountain, the mountain itself deep in the Realm of Ice, was the only means of access. A very few knew of the long tunnels, taking many days to travel through, which led to several different exit points.
But now Rhaki had need of guards. In a barrack room alongside the great gateway, he stopped. ‘Four of you, attend me,’ he ordered. From the crowd of human males who had fallen silent at Rhaki’s appearance, four came quickly forward, buckling sword belts as they came. Rhaki’s finger pointed to one man among a smaller group, clearly of higher rank than the majority.
The five men marched behind Rhaki down a sharply sloping passage running against the outer mountain wall. As they went ever lower, so a stench and a clamour rose upwards. Finally they came to a door of metal bars, through which could be seen Rhaki’s more recent experiment. Two door guards sprang to attention as Rhaki arrived and he gestured for the door to be unbarred. Two of his soldiers exchanged glances. This was their first sight of the Cansharsi, as Rhaki had named them. “Draw your weapons and be prepared. They are occasionally unpredictable.” Rhaki smiled coldly and entered the long cavern. There were many creatures there. They seemed at first glance to be four legged beasts, but as those nearest to the door became aware of visitors, they reared onto their hind legs so that they stood taller even than Rhaki.
There was a predominance of human features to the faces now turning towards Rhaki. Except for the tusks protruding a handspan from their upper jaws. All four limbs ended in three clawed hooves, and their bodies were covered in thick coarse hair. As the furthest Cansharsi became aware of Rhaki’s presence, the shrieks and trampling slowly ceased, and they pushed closer to see what was taking place.
Rhaki spoke quietly. ‘Soon, my children, I will have work for you. You must organise yourselves now, as you have learnt, into groups who will work well together. There will be no squabbling between you once you begin my work. Is this understood?’ There were barely intelligible calls of agreement in distorted human voices.
‘You will form your groups calmly and I will return to you tomorrow. I will come alone then, without guards, showing my belief in your trustworthiness and willingness to obey your Master.’
Rhaki waited until the chorus of Cansharsi voices faded to silence again. ‘You will also decide, calmly, which of you will remain here, for reasons your group leaders know. When I return I do not expect to find any injuries, or deaths, to have occurred among you during the night.’
The deep-set dark eyes gazed over the crowded Cansharsi, then Rhaki moved to the door. The door guards slid the heavy bars into place again as soon as the last soldier was outside. Rhaki paused as they neared the upper level and the barrack rooms. ‘You two.’ He looked at the two younger men whose first visit to the Cansharsi this had been. They stood to attention, their faces pale and sweaty. ‘You handled your fear well there. You were afraid, were you not?’ Unaccustomed to conversing with their Master, they hesitated. Finally one licked his lips and muttered.
‘Uncomfortable Master, rather than really fearful. The smell and the look of them things.’
‘Quite so,’ said Rhaki kindly. ‘Return to your work. You, Verim, stay.’ The officer stood stiffly beside Rhaki as the four soldiers hurried on up the passageway.
‘You were with the patrol led by Jal seeking the Linvaks?’
‘Yes Master.’
‘He said you were efficient. Work with him from now on, Verim.’
‘Yes Master.’ Verim’s fa
ce flushed with gratification. Rhaki could read this one’s mind easily enough: work well with Jal and his future was assured. Rhaki smiled, not wholly pleasantly, and dismissing Verim, he continued back to his study.
Once there, he summoned Bark. As he waited, he stared into the fire, his thin fingers absently rubbing his temples where the pain had been. ‘Bark,’ he said. ‘Sit.’ The shadowy figure sat on a straight-backed chair near the worktable. Rhaki turned to him, noting Bark seemed even thinner and more faded than ever. ‘Bark, do you remember when you were a student?’
‘With you, Master? Yes,’ whispered the hoarse voice.
‘Do you recall the lectures on combining minds for the purpose of multiplying the effect of the Power?’
Bark sat silent for a while, eventually replying, ‘I do, Master.’
‘Well,’ said Rhaki impatiently, ‘what do you recall?’
‘That none had seen it attempted, or knew of any who had. They said it was perilous to try to draw so much Power to focus on one thing.’ Bark paused, then added: ‘My mind is damaged, as who should know better than you Master? I would be of no use to you in such an experiment.’
‘I am aware of that Bark. But could it be done, do you think? I admit I have never thought of it since those distant days of learning.’ Rhaki turned his eyes away from Bark, back to the fire. ‘Earlier this evening there was – a disturbance – in my head.’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘What do you mean “yes master”? Are you just agreeing with me, or did you already know this somehow?’ Rhaki was plainly exasperated.
‘I too, Master, had a “disturbance of the mind” as you put it.’
‘You did? But your mind is damaged. You hear thoughts imperfectly, and only of those very close by.’
Bark was silent once more, then, his voice even fainter, due to this increasingly rare use of it, he said: ‘I can only say, Master, that there were two daggers of pain in my mind. It was like a brilliant light, revealing all the dusty corners.’ He lapsed into silence yet again. ‘It was a great drawing of Power, Master, but only a single mind.’
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