At this, I laid hold of the sword strapped to my side. And I told Sajagax: ‘They will come to care. I will hold everyone to the Law.’
I went on to say that, in the time to come, I would require all of Ea’s kings to stand before their people as I had. The wicked ones, along with their captains and counselors, would be cast down. And new kings would be chosen.
Ymiru, who had lost three hundred of his five hundred warriors in the gap torn into the Hesperuk phalanx, sadly shook his head at this. ‘But, Val, what of Morjin’s blood-drinking priests? They are unhroly!’
Kane, standing up straight and tall next to Ymiru, looked at him with eyes as old as time. He nodded his head as he rested his hand on Ymiru’s great, furry arm. ‘The Red Priests are that, and worse. And so the evil that they have done will not be undone overnight.’
No, I thought, the new age that Atara had dreamed of but never quite believed in would not come upon Ea fully realized in a year, or even a hundred years. But it would surely come, I said, even as a great and irreversible change had befallen the world and those who lived upon it.
It was to explain the new way for Ea that I called a council of kings and chiefs the next day. We met in my pavilion, and I stood to address King Angand and King Orunjan, King Mohan and King Aryaman and Vishakan and Bajorak and all the others. And this is what I told them:
‘For all the ages of recorded history and the Lost Ages before them, there has been discord on Ea – ever since my ancestor, Aryu, slew Elahad and stole the Lightstone. How many lives had to be paid to atone for this murder? Millions. How many more men, women and children shall suffer death due to the evil of a world that was not of their making? Not a single one, I swear, if I can help it.’
For the Lightstone, I said, had at last been delivered into the hands of the great Maitreya, and the terrible chance that the Galadin had taken in sending the Lightstone to Ea had been redeemed. We could at last begin building the great civilization that the Star People had been sent to earth to create. Toward this end all the kings in every land and all Ea’s peoples must direct their efforts. All who had fought upon the plains below the Detheshaloon, even those who had followed Morjin, must pledge their swords to fulfilling the Law of the One.
It surprised King Mohan and Sajagax that I would allow our former enemy to keep their arms and armor, but I explained that there might be discord in the realms to the south and that brigands and outlaws would need to forestalled. Just as we Valari would hold on to our kalamas in case any king or rebellious lord tried to turn back toward the Way of the Dragon. It was a paradox, I said, that we had fought a war to end war. And that now we must keep our swords to keep men from using their swords.
The greatest sword of all, of course, I held sheathed inside me, and no one wished to feel it cut them open again as it had here at the Detheshaloon. The valarda, I thought, would now awaken in all people across the world – but not overnight, as Kane had observed. I wished with all my heart that men and women should come to take delight in each other’s joy rather than suffering the agony of another’s wounds in battle. But I must stand ready to use Alkaladur’s double-edged blade to cut, as needed, either way.
‘I shall,’ I said, nodding at Kane, ‘send emissaries into all lands. The Brotherhoods will open new schools again. And the Sisterhood will raise up Temples of Life and teach alongside the Brothers. We shall build roads: from Alonia in the north to Karabuk in the south; from Galda in the east to Hesperu in the uttermost west – and everywhere.’
Then I told the assembled kings of the fate of the Kallimun, which had concerned Ymiru: ‘The Red Priests’ fortresses and torture chambers shall be torn down, stone by stone. And the Red Priests shall take the lead in cutting new stones and laying down the new roads.’
I summoned to my tent Arch Uttam, as evil a man as I had ever known. Many wished for his death. So, once, had I. But now I forced myself to wish that his life should make that of others better. And so I also summoned Sar Ludar Jarlath to stand with kings. Sar Ludar had been a stonecutter in Silvassu, and he had shaped many of the headstones pushing up from the grass of the battlefield. I asked him to show Arch Uttam his hands. Ludar’s knuckles were nicked and bloodied from the hard labor of swinging a mallet against a chisel and, from time to time, inevitably missing and striking iron across flesh.
‘You,’ I said to Arch Uttam, grabbing hold of his hand, ‘have cut a young woman’s throat and drunk her blood. Now you shall cut stone instead and give your blood that women and men shall travel freely among Ea’s kingdoms.’
Arch Uttam bowed his head at this, and so did Arch Yadom and the other Red Priests whom I had called to my tent. Although they obviously hated being sentenced to such lowly work, they must have expected a painful execution as payment for their terrible crimes.
‘And all people shall travel freely.’ I went on. I turned and bowed my head to Estrella, standing next to me. ‘For a time, the Maitreya will reside in Tria, with the Lightstone. Any and all who wish will make the pilgrimage to stand before the Cup of Heaven. And when it is safe again, the Maitreya will journey with the Lightstone’s Guardians into all lands’
I gazed out at Ea’s proud kings and chieftains to see how they received my words. All of them, I thought, even the most murderous of them – especially they – must long for a better world in some quiet chamber of their hearts, even if they still did not quite believe in it. Could I make them believe? No, I thought, I could not. But Estrella could. For her, and just such a purpose, the Lightstone had been sent to earth.
The next day, the armies began dispersing to the four corners of the world. Sajagax promised to help provision them and to escort them across the plains of the Wendrush. He assigned warriors from various tribes to march with the various armies, north, east, south and west, to ensure that they did not forget what had happened at the Detheshaloon and did not fall into mischief along the way. By the time morning dawned on the fifth day following the battle, only Sajagax’s Kurmak warriors and the armies of Alonia and the Nine Kingdoms remained, encamped along the river.
On a cool, clear afternoon, I called another meeting, this time on top the Owl’s Hill. I wanted to take council with my friends, that we might see our way into an unknown world and discuss the hundreds of tasks that must be done if it was ever to take shape. And even more, I wanted to understand what had occurred upon the battlefield.
We gathered in a circle on the torn grass between Bemossed’s grave and Morjin’s. Atara grasped hold of my arm, and I helped her take her place beside me. Abrasax and Master Juwain, with the rest of the Seven and Ymiru, positioned themselves nearest to Morjin’s headstone while I sat across from them, with Atara, Maram and Daj to my right and Estrella, Liljana and Alphanderry on my left. Kane, who had never liked sitting, stood silently just behind me, with his back nearly touching Bemossed’s huge headstone. In the days since the battle, he had wandered about the Detheshaloon saying almost nothing to anyone, and I wondered if he might ever speak again.
‘Thank you for coming here,’ I said, looking out at my friends. ‘And thank you … for everything. If not for each of you, in a hundred ways, I never would have lived to see this day.’
From the top of the hill, I had a clear view across the golden Wendrush for miles in every direction except to the northwest, where the rocks of the Detheshaloon blocked out a good part of the sky. On almost a straight line with this skull-like mass and our hill, to the southeast, I could plainly make out the dragon rock on top of the Hill of Fire. I marveled yet again that Maram had somehow slain Yormungand. Even as I marveled at him. Estrella’s magic touch had restored his burnt hand and face to his usual ruddy hue, and the beginning of a heavy new beard shaded his chin and cheeks. He seemed happy. And proud. He took advantage of the moment to recount his great deed.
‘Ah, Val,’ he said to me, looking toward the southeast, too. ‘I wish you could have seen me! I stood my ground on top of that damn hill, though any sane man would have run away. And I wanted
to run, a thousand times, as you must know. But a thousand times more, I wanted to kill that damn dragon. For if I hadn’t, he surely would have killed you.’
He told me, and all of us, that during his battle with Yormungand, the dragon kept trying to burn Maram’s mind even as he flew at him spitting out fire. Yormungand, Maram said, hoped to terrify Maram into dropping his red gelstei so that he might incinerate Maram and then turn upon me.
‘That thought consumed him,’ Maram said. ‘He wanted to see you – ah, please excuse me, my friend – he wanted to watch you fry like a chicken. For your slaying his mother, yes, but also because Morjin commanded him to. The Red Dragon had some kind of poisonous hold over the real dragon’s heart. I felt it, as surely as I did the dragon’s flames. Yormungand would have burned you, or crushed you to a pulp. And then turned on Estrella. I saw this in Yormungand’s mind! When Estrella rode up to you in the middle of the battle, Morjin must have realized that she was the Maitreya – and commanded Yormungand to kill her, above all others on the field.’
As everyone looked at Estrella, Daj slapped his hand against Maram’s arm, and said, ‘But the dragon couldn’t get to her, could he? He didn’t dare to! Tell us how you kept Yormungand away from Estrella and burned the dragon’s wings!’
Daj, I thought, perhaps many times over the past few days, had heard Maram tell his story. But I had been too busy to sit down with my friend over a horn of beer and listen to him.
‘Well,’ Maram continued, showing everyone his red crystal, ‘for a long while, I couldn’t lay any fire at all upon the dragon. He kept circling above the hill, flying away and then coming back to dive at me. Each time he did, I cast a thunderbolt at him – at his damn wings! His scales are hard to burn through, but his wings are no tougher than leather. My plan was to burn them off entirely, and then finish the dragon after he fell. But with each bolt of fire, just before I took aim, Yormungand saw it in my mind – I know he did. And so he veered, right or left, up or down, and pulled his damn wings out of the way’
‘And each time you tried to burn the dragon,’ Daj said, ‘the dragon tried to burn you!’
‘Ah, so he did,’ Maram said. He made a motion as if to pull at his beard, and then seemed to remember that the dragon had singed the hairs from his face. ‘And he did burn me, too bad. If I hadn’t cast down my knight’s shield on the way up to the top of the hill and picked up a great shield dropped by some poor Waashian infantryman, he would have burned me to the death. As it was, the dragon fire melted the steel right off my shield – and nearly melted the skin off me. I was sure, then, that he was going to kill me.’
Maram paused in his story and looked at me as if in expectation that I might ask him what had happened next. I obliged him, saying, ‘What saved you, then?’
‘Liljana did,’ Maram said, glancing across the circle to bow his head to her. ‘She put some fire of her own into the dragon’s mind.’
Liljana’s soft, round face lit up as if in remembrance. She showed us her little blue figurine. ‘Oh, I would hardly call it fire. I only had to distract the beast at a critical moment.’
‘And distract him she did,’ Maram told us. ‘Then I burned the wings off that dragon! It was the fall, I think, that killed him.’
He paused to turn his head back and forth as if shaking himself out of a bad dream. Then he looked over at me as he cried out: ‘We won, Val! We really won!’
With a loud grunt, he pushed himself up to his feet and crossed the circle to stand before Liljana. With a great puff of air, he leaned down to plant a loud kiss upon her forehead. He smiled so hugely that I wondered if it hurt his raw, red face.
And then, to my astonishment and that of nearly everyone else, Liljana smiled back at him. She, who had lost the ability to smile, or so we had all thought, somehow managed to do this impossible thing.
‘Liljana!’ Master Juwain spoke out, smiling too. ‘It is good to have you back!’
Although Liljana’s lips remained turned up to brighten her face, she began weeping without restraint. We all bowed our heads in honor of this miracle.
‘What I would like to know,’ Maram finally said, directing his words at Atara, ‘is how you recognized Estrella as the Maitreya? The dragon didn’t let that slip into your mind, did he?’
‘Hmmph – he had no thought of me at all, I’m sure.’ Atara sat next to me with a fresh white cloth binding her face. Another bandage padded her wounded shoulder, which Estrella had been unable to heal. She spoke to us in a calm, clear voice that rang out over the hill’s many graves: ‘But something did burn me, like the hottest of fires. That is, it burned away a part of me. This … is hard to talk about. Hard to explain in a way that will make sense to you. But this seeing that a scryer does has everything to do with her will. And no scryer has ever seen the Maitreya, or the Lightstone, because both dwell at the center of time, which is all fire and flame, like the heart of a star. And so terribly, terribly bright. It seems that no scryer can ever journey there. I don’t think any scryer ever had: it would be like staring and staring at the sun. And burning, as flesh melts beneath fire. During the battle, with my sisters falling in the arrow storm, I thought of Val and I looked where I shouldn’t have. Where I couldn’t, really. But I did! Somehow. Then I melted. I found myself … not looking into the star and seeing, but being it. Pure flame, I was. And then everything grew clear, so impossibly clear. I saw the Lightstone shining in Estrella’s beautiful, beautiful hand. But I knew that Val couldn’t see this, and so I had to ride to tell him.’
Of that heroic ride, blind, at the head of the Manslayers across the battlefield, she would not speak, for almost all of her sisters had been slain and the Manslayers were no more. It seemed a horrific price for warning me that I must give the Lightstone to Estrella. As did Atara’s plunge into darkness. For she told us that her gazing at the brightest thing in all the universe had destroyed her second sight once and for all, and that she would never have visions of the future or faraway places again.
I could not bear to think of her as utterly and hopelessly blind, but she had no pity for herself. She reached across my chest and extended her fingers to Estrella, sitting on my other side. And she said, ‘I saw the Lightstone in this young woman’s hand, and that is vision enough for ten lifetimes.’
While Estrella held the Lightstone shining like a little sun, she clasped hold of Atara’s fingers with her other hand. It pained me that although she had healed many warriors of many dreadful wounds, she had not been able to restore speech to herself.
‘Ah,’ Maram said, looking at her, ‘I still can’t quite believe that the Maitreya could be a girl’.
At this, Master Juwain rubbed the back of his bald head, and looked at Estrella, too. His ugly face grew so bright that it seemed almost beautiful. Then, with much embarrassment, he said, ‘I’m afraid that I am partly to blame for that. We of the Brotherhood are. Many verses, in the Saganom Elu and other sources of the ancient prophecies, speak of the Maitreya. And always as ‘he’ or ‘him.’ But in the ancient Ardik from which the prophecies have been translated, the pronouns referring to the Maitreya are always of the indeterminate gender, for which there is no really good translation. And so, considering that the known Maitreyas have all been male, it seemed most logical to choose the masculine pronouns.’
‘Your logic,’ Liljana said to him. ‘But didn’t I hint, more than once, that the Maitreya might be a woman?’
‘You did,’ Master Juwain admitted. ‘But I am sorry to say that I thought you were joking.’
‘Joking!’ she said as her face fell stern again. ‘When have I ever made light of such matters?’
They might have reopened one of their old arguments if Abrasax had not held up his hand for peace. And then said to them, ‘Logic is logic, and everywhere the same, but the results of reasoning can only be as valid as one’s premises. There is much that we have assumed that is clearly not true. And foremost of these assumptions, as pertains to this matter, is that man and woma
n are so different from each other as to require different pursuits of knowledge, and even different ways.’
He went on to say that now that the true Maitreya had come forth, the Brotherhood and Sisterhood must find a way to unite and lead the way for all of Ea.
‘Very good, and I am all for unions of men and women, as everyone knows,’ Maram called out. ‘And I suppose that the Maitreya will bring in this luminous age that everyone hopes for. But what makes one a Maitreya? Why Estrella’? And why didn’t we see the signs that she was the Shining One?’
None of us, not even Abrasax or Kane, had any easy answers to his question. Master Matai, the Brotherhood’s greatest diviner, spoke of the designs of the stars under which Estrella had been born and fate, while Master Virang attributed Estrella’s deepest nature to the Ieldra’s grace. Then Atara, always practical, squeezed Estrella’s hand again and said to Maram: ‘But of course we did have signs – and many of them. But as Pualani told us in the first Vild, people look at many things they fail to see.’
‘Ah, I suppose so,’ Maram murmured, eyeing Estrella. ‘But didn’t Val once say that on our journey to Tria, he gave the girl the Lightstone to hold? And that it had absolutely no effect upon her?’
‘No effect that I could see’ I said.
‘It might be,’ Abrasax observed, ‘that this contact with the Lightstone proved crucial to Estrella – and all of Ea. It might have been the sunlight that quickened the seed of who Estrella was meant to be.’
‘The great Maitreya,’ Master Yasul said, staring at Estrella as if he had waited his whole life for this moment. ‘The greatest and last of all the Maitreyas.’
Liljana, sitting next to Estrella, rested her hand on her leg and smiled as if she, too, had long looked forward to this fulfillment of the ancient prophecies. Then her face fell sad and thoughtful as she looked at me. ‘We should all be amazed at the way things have unfolded. We all wondered if the world would have been better if the Lightstone had remained buried in Argattha for another thousand years. How many times, Val, have you regretted that you recovered the Lightstone – only to lose it back to Morjin? And then lost your whole family? And so many of your people? Of course, nothing can ever justify such murders or take the pain of them away – how could it? But if what Abrasax says is true, then everything depended on our rescuing the Lightstone out of Argattha – everything. And so I have to wonder if things happened just as they were meant to happen.’
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