Prophecy, Child of Earth (28 page)

Rhapsody followed him into the entryway of the wooden palace. Sunlight streamed through the glass panes in the vaulted ceiling, revealing the forest canopy above the towering roofline. The scent of cedar and fresh pine boughs filled the air of the oddly angled house, mixed with the spicy aroma of herbs and flowers.

Rhapsody breathed it in gratefully, finding the odors soothing.

In the center hallway stood a small group of men and women in farm clothes and simple robes, talking quietly until Gavin closed the door behind him.

Rhapsody recognized Khaddyr, Llauron's Tanist and chief healer, first. Khad-dyr was the man the Circle elders had chosen to be the Invoker's successor one day, but now he passed his days instructing the acolytes in medicine and caring for the injured and the dying in the hospices of the Filid settlement. Despite an occasionally gruff manner, Khaddyr was a devoted healer and spent untold hours compassionately tending the patients in his care.

Talking with him was Lark, the quiet Lirin herbalist with whom Rhapsody had also studied. Lark was shy and withdrawn, and tended only to speak when asked a question or when discussing the subject with which she was most familiar.

Further down the hall stood Brother Aldo, also very shy, the healer of forest animals and chief of the physicians who assisted the local townspeople with their livestock. He was conversing with Ilyana, the chief of agriculture and the manager of Llauron's greenhouses. They stared as she pulled down her hood, as did the other Filidic chief priests.

Khaddyr finally shook his head and broke into a smile. "Rhapsody! What a surprise! How nice to see you, my dear." "Thank you, Your Grace; it's nice to see you as well." She bowed politely to the others. "Is Llauron about?"

'Indeed he is," came a cultured voice to her right. Llauron stood in the doorway of his offices, attired in his usual robe of simple gray, carrying a sheaf of papers.

The Invoker's face was pleasant and wrinkled, with a good many lines around his eyes, his hair silver and white with heavy brows and a matching mustache, neatly trimmed. His build was tall and somewhat slight, though he appeared in good health. His skin had the weathered look of someone who spent most of his time outdoors. "And he is most pleased to see you, but I had no idea you were coming. Excuse me for a moment, will you, Your

Graces?"

The others nodded, and Llauron handed the papers he was holding to Gavin. He gently took hold of Rhapsody's arm and led her into his study.

Once the door was closed the Invoker kissed her on the cheek and went to the fireplace where a steaming kettle hung.

'Tea, my dear?"

'No; thank you very much, though, Llauron. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, dropping in unannounced."

'Not at all; it's a delightful surprise. Make yourself comfortable. I need to tend to this meeting of the chief priests, but I will let Gwen and Vera know you are here. They can roust you up some lunch and set to preparing your room. How long can you stay, my dear?"

'I'm afraid I can't," Rhapsody said uncomfortably. "I'm en route somewhere, and I have to be on my way shortly."

'I see." The cool blue-gray eyes of the Invoker narrowed slightly, though his face remained in a pleasant expression.

'I was hoping to impose on you, and ask a favor." "By all means. What can I do for you?"

Rhapsody took off her gloves; her hands were sweating suddenly. "I need to send a message home to Achmed, and I don't want to wait for the guarded caravan.

I was hoping you might allow me to make use of one of your messenger birds."

Llauron nodded thoughtfully. "Certainly. So that's why I haven't heard from you in such a long time; you've been traveling." Rhapsody steeled herself for the inevitable questions, but Llauron seemed to sense her unwillingness and didn't ask them. "Well, by all means we can send, a message home for you. Why don't you have a seat and rest your legs, my dear. I will have Vera bring you some lunch, and set to reprovisioning you. Do you need any herbs, any medicines?"

'No, no, thank you," she replied, following his outstretched finger to the horsehair sofa where she sat down.

'Well, perhaps we can find you some special stores for you to take home with you anyway. I'm sure the Bolg can make use of them. Now, my dear, I want you to watch this." He went to a door hidden among the molding and bookshelves of the far wall of his study and swung it open; Rhapsody had seen it before, and knew it led into his private office.

'Do you remember Mahb, the young ash tree in my medicine garden in the back?" "Yes."

'There is a hidden entrance behind him which you can enter, opening it much the same as you would open this one. The next time you come, please feel free to make use of that entrance. It will lead you into my private office, and that way if your travels are of a sensitive nature, as I sense they are this time, no one else need know of your arrival."

'Thank you," she said gratefully as Llauron closed the door again.

The Invoker smiled warmly. "Think nothing of it. Now, let me attend to this meeting while you refresh yourself, and I will help you send your message when I return." cXhapsody had barely finished the meal Vera had brought to her in the study when Llauron came back, closing the door behind him. A small satchel was slung over his shoulder. In his hand he held a small blue-gray winterbird, a hardy flier of the type that he often used to send messages to her in Ylorc.

'Hello again," he said, stroking the animal's tufted head. "Have you had enough to eat?"

'More than enough, thank you, Your Grace," she said, wiping her mouth quickly with the linen napkin from the tray.

'Here is Swynton; he's one of my best long-distance messengers; I think you've seen him before. There's a quill, an inkwell and some vellum on the desk there if you would be so kind as to write your note; he's getting a bit flustered. I woke him rather rudely and pulled him from the rookery, and I don't think he's of a mind to forgive me yet."

'I'm sorry." Rhapsody hastened to the desk, jotted a brief note, blotted the ink dry and rolled it into a tiny scroll. Llauron smiled, reached into his pocket and removed a small metal leg container, which he offered her. She slid the message inside and the Invoker attached it, then nodded to the concealed door in the wall.

'Let's go out through the hidden entrance to be sure you can find it again," he said. "Next time you come, I hope you'll have more time to stay and chat. I've missed you terribly."

Rhapsody opened the door in the wall. "I'd like that very much," she said. She followed Llauron's lead to the hidden entrance, which led through a dark earthen tunnel to the quiet alcove behind the invoker's kitchen. They waited until there was no one in sight, then stepped out into the brightness of late afternoon.

'Do you think you will be able to find it again?" Llauron asked as he let the bird go.

'I believe so."

'Good, good." Llauron shielded his eyes as the winterbird banked into the wind, then disappeared, over the towering canopy of the Great White Tree. "There he goes. Have no fear, my dear. Your friends shall receive your message safely."

Rhapsody smiled at the elderly man. He had not pried into her quest at all, nor asked her the content of her message. She looked into his face and read fatherly concern in his expression.

'Many thanks again, Llauron," she said, taking his hand. "I am sorry for my rudeness in dropping in like this and hurrying on my way."

'Well, sometimes it can't be helped, no matter how much we'd all love to visit with you, my dear. Gwen has your provisions ready." He pulled the satchel from his shoulder and handed it to her. "If you'll allow me a blessing, I'll ask the One-God for his protection for your journey until you are safely back in Ylorc with your friends."

'Thank you." She bowed her head respectfully, and Llauron rested his hand on it, speaking a few words in Old Cymrian, the language of her childhood that was now considered an ancient cant, and used for religious purposes only.

When his invocation was finished, the old man patted her cheek gently, then lifted her chin up and studied her face.

'Be careful, my dear; I would not wish to see any harm come to you. If you need anything while in my lands, please tell whomever you meet that you are under my protection, and any aid they give you will be considered a favor to me."

'Again, thank you, Llauron. Now, I must be off. Please thank Gwen and Vera for me." Rhapsody reached up and put her arms around the elderly gentleman's neck, giving him a quick embrace. "Please take care of yourself as well."

The Invoker returned the embrace, and when he released her his eyes were shining with a fond light.

'For you, my dear, anything in the wide world. Travel well, and give my best to your friends back in Ylorc." she arrived at the waymarker that night, Ashe was waiting for her. "I see you found it."

He chuckled. "Yes. Were you able to send your message?" "Yes, thank you.

Ashe?"

He had turned toward the south, preparing to leave. "Yes?" "Thank you for not making me run to keep up."

'You're more than welcome, Rhapsody. As I told you back in the Teeth, if you should run I doubt ,'would be able to keep up."

C,'heir journey south through the wakening forest was uneventful, marked by thickets of blossoming trees and endless stretches of new green leaves. Rhapsody was beginning to wonder when the world would seem like more than just the endless forest through which they traveled.

The burgeoning spring had reached down into her blood, causing her to drink in the air deeply, making her eyes shine. Rhapsody walked amid the awakening forest with a sense of awe, wondering what Elynsynos was feeling through her bond with the blossoming earth, and hoping the season was bringing the dragon comfort.

After several days she sensed that they were approaching the Lirin lands.

Finally, late one afternoon, she turned to him and touched his arm.

'Ashe?"

'Yes?"

'We're in Tyrian now, aren't we?"

'Yes, I believe so."

'In fact, I think we've been in Tyrian for several hours."

'You may be right."

'Well," Rhapsody said, coming to a gradual stop, "then this is where I should go on alone."

Ashe said nothing, but loosed his pack and laid his walking staff on the ground.

Rhapsody dropped her gear as well, then looked up into the dark hood, hoping for a glimpse of blue eyes. She saw none.

'

'Thank you' really isn't adequate to express my gratitude for all you've done for me," she said, hoping she was looking up at the correct angle. "But thank you, anyway."

'I'd be happy to wait for you and escort you back to Ylorc," said Ashe.

Rhapsody laughed. "Again, thank you, but I think I've imposed on your time long enough. I assume you have a life to get back to. If not, for goodness sake, go find one." There was no response. "Besides, I'm hoping Oelendra will take me on as a student, and if she does, I expect to be here quite a while. And I
can
take care of myself. Really."

'I know."

'But if the Lord Roland invites me to his wedding, you can escort me there," she said, still laughing. "Our garments already match." She held up the edge of her cloak.

A sudden cold breeze cut through the glade where they were standing, blowing the loose strands of Rhapsody's hair across her face and accentuating the thudding silence. She patted Ashe on the arm. "Well, goodbye," she said. "I'd give you a kiss on the cheek, but of course I don't know where it is."

Ashe rested a gloved finger on her lips, as if to silence her. "If you'll allow me to guide you one last time, I'll lead your lips to where they should be."

Rhapsody grinned, closed her eyes and tilted her chin. His hand gently realigned the angle of her face, and then, when his finger returned to her lips, she followed it upward and inside the wide hood. His hand moved away, and instead of the hardscrabble wire of his beard, her lips met the warmth of his, and clung to them for a moment. She was not really surprised.

She gave him one mor? swift kiss, and then bent to retrieve her gear. "Well, goodbye," she repeated as she stood to leave. "Travel safely, and please be careful."

'You as well."

Rhapsody's face grew serious. "And Ashe?"

'Yes?"

'Please think about what I said. About the beard."

From beneath the hood she thought she heard a chuckle.

Rhapsody pulled up her own hood, turned and walked away. When she had gone ten or so paces she turned around. "I hope I see you again one day."

She could almost hear a smile in the voice that came from inside the misty cloak. "If I were a gambling man I would wager on it."

Rhapsody gave him a studied look. "Yes, but we both know that you're not a gambling man."

She smiled at him once more, then turned and was gone.

<_A.she watched her go for as long as he could. He could hear her voice for some time after that, singing the whispered song of the forest trees, whistling the wordless tune of the wind across the highgrass, humming with the vibration of the earth in this place where she hoped to find answers, and that he hoped she would one day rule. Becoming one with Tyrian; learning its song, its secrets.

She was half a league gone before he had breathed out the scent of her completely and could no longer physically recall the way the fragrance of her hair reminded him of morning. It was two leagues more before he ceased to feel the warmth of the fire radiating from her. The spicy-sweet taste of her mouth and the detached softness of her kiss would remain on his lips for many weeks afterward.

He knew that the image of her as she said goodbye, and the way she had looked in the shadows of the firelight, would be with him all his life.

He had not touched her, except with gloved hand and the brush of a friendly kiss. His fingers still stung, and the painful sensation spread through the rest of his body, awakening him with a sickening severity to the reality of his solitude. The agony, almost dormant, resurged violently. The dragon resented the loss of her intrinsic magic; the man missed much more.