Shadow Blizzard (45 page)

“Thank you, Milord Alistan.”

I pulled my hood off and raised my face to the streaming rain, which had grown stronger again. Kli-Kli gave a quiet gasp.

“What happened to your hair?” asked Eel.

“What’s wrong with it?”

Kli-Kli hastily fished a little mirror out of one of his pockets and handed it to me. In the mirror I saw that my temples were completely gray.

15

THE SHAMAN AND THE JESTER

Fortunately, no one bombarded me with questions and I hung about beside the stream for about ten minutes completely on my own. I needed to settle my nerves a bit and have a think. A touch of gray at the temples was nothing to worry about; the important thing was that my head was still on my shoulders. Then, when the idea that had been eluding me all this time finally took shape, I walked away from the stream, straight toward Glo-Glo, who was sitting under a tree. Hallas watched me go, but he didn’t say anything; neither did any of the others. I walked up to the goblin and squatted down beside him. The old shaman didn’t even open his eyes. Was he asleep?

“Was there something you wanted to ask, my boy?” Glo-Glo said suddenly.

“Yes.”

“I’m listening.”

“I was wondering how, with spells as powerful as that, the goblins perished under the swords of men and the yataghans of the orcs.”

“Surely you do not think your historians would tell you the truth?” the goblin asked with a crooked smile. “We are not sheep, Harold. We died, but we took many of our enemies with us.”

“You mean…”

“I mean, do not believe all those tales about the goblins being a defenseless race. Yes, we are short in stature, but our shamanism is much closer to the Kronk-a-Mor, and we sold our lives for a high price. Do you know why men started hunting us all of a sudden?”

“Well…,” I started, and hesitated.

“No, not because we have ugly faces—I won’t even mention what kind of faces you have. And not because you thought we were allies of the orcs. We possess a magic that is almost primordial, and from early times your Order was obsessed with our magic, or to be more precise, our battle magic, and so they went to any lengths to get their hands on our shamanism and our books. Naturally, we did not wish to share—this knowledge is not for men—but the Order pursued us until it almost exterminated us. Or, to be more precise, until more than a hundred thousand men were lost in our forests. Do not be surprised that you have never heard about any of this. Nobody has. It happened in times long past, and the Order will never speak of its defeats.”

The goblin chuckled again and opened his eyes.

“But…”

“But this is no secret to the goblins. We are always glad of a chance to remind you of how we gave your magicians and soldiers a bloody nose. No one bothers us any longer, and we have no great wish to leave our forests. We have our work to do, and you have yours. Have I answered your question?”

“Arising out of what you just told me, I have another one.”

“Ask.”

“I’ll never believe that a shaman with such great power as you have could have fallen into Bagard’s hands so easily.”

“You’re a smart one, Dancer,” the goblin chuckled, and I started in surprise.

“How do you—”

“I just know. Didn’t I just tell you that the goblins have their purpose in this world? I won’t bore you with a long lecture on the balance and the Great Houses, I think you know quite a lot about that already. In recent times my greatest concern has been, just as it was my father’s and my father’s father’s—”

“I understand,” I said, interrupting the goblin hastily. I suspected the listing of all the old shaman’s ancestors could go on for so long that I’d forget what my question was.

“He understands…,” Glo-Glo said, peering at me in annoyance. “Did no one ever tell you that it’s rude to interrupt your elders? Now, where was I? Ah, yes … The primary concern of my ancestors, who trace their line back to great insane shaman Tre-Tre, has always been waiting for the Dancer in the Shadows. That is, for you.”

“Nice to meet you,” I chuckled skeptically.

“Don’t try to be clever. We had to wait until a Dancer came to our world, as Tre-Tre foretold in his great book, the
Bruk-Gruk.
And when the Dancer arrived, we were supposed to teach him how to reach the Primordial World and give it life once again.”

“Oh!” That was all I could think of to say.

“But I can see you’ve managed all that without any help from me,” the goblin declared in a disappointed voice. “Don’t try to deny it, I can see the glitter of the primordial flame in your eyes, and that hoarfrost on your temples.… It speaks volumes to one who knows.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Haven’t I?” Glo-Glo asked, putting on a surprised face. “I have been unlucky. I am the last of the male line in Tre-Tre’s clan, and you appeared too late. When the stars pointed to you, I was already too old, and the responsibilities I bore were too great for me to leave Zagraba. I had to find other ways to act, hoping that others would be able to do what I could not. You bear a mark, my boy, a mark that any goblin of my line can see. Not even see, but sense a hundred leagues away. So I knew when you escaped from Hrad Spein, I knew what was going to happen next, and I didn’t like it one little bit. I had to improvise, and after that all I could do was wait until you fell into their hands and play the role of a half-witted shaman. So that is what I did.”

“But things didn’t turn out the way you wanted, did they?”

“No, indeed. I hadn’t anticipated that there would be a shaman in the detachment, that I would be identified and deprived of my powers. If I hadn’t been wearing those mittens, we would have escaped the first night we met.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier not to get yourself captured by the orcs, but simply to warn me not to go near the orcs?”

“No, it wouldn’t!” the old shaman snapped. “I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t know where to find you. You Dancers are tricky lads. Hard to locate using search magic. I had to make use of the orcs.”

“And were you really in the Labyrinth before?”

“Yes. Everything I said about the Labyrinth is absolutely true. But I hadn’t been counting on going back there again after thirty years.”

“You took a risk.”

“The risk was entirely justified. If your friends hadn’t come, I would have used the aces I had up my sleeve.”

“And what are they?”

“That’s not important now. Well then, it’s time to be going, before the Firstborn can gather their wits.”

“One more question.”

“Ah! You really are quite excessively curious. What else?”

“What makes a Dancer so important to you?”

“The balance! I want my descendants to carry on living in Siala for thousands of thousands of years, and a fellow like you can send the balance way off kilter with a snap of your fingers.”

“And the Horn?”

“Forget about that silly tin whistle! The Horn is just the Horn. You and the Horn are like a candle flame and a moth. That’s enough, no more questions!”

“You said that others would do what you weren’t able to do. Who did you mean by that?”

I asked the question and immediately found the answer, standing quite nearby and gazing at us apprehensively from under his hood with his bright blue eyes.

“If you understand everything, why do you ask?” the shaman laughed. “I couldn’t go myself, I had to send … my apprentice. Kli-Kli, come here!”

The royal jester approached us warily.

“Apprentice?” I echoed stupidly.

“What’s so surprising about that?” Glo-Glo chuckled. “There wasn’t anybody else I could send. The
Bruk-Gruk
said you would meet the king of Valiostr, so to make sure of running into you, my apprentice had to become a jester.”

“Kli-Kli?” I said, turning to the sullen, silent goblin for an explanation.

“Yes?” he squeaked from under his hood. “It’s all true, Harold. I’m terribly sorry if I caused you any inconvenience, but it had to be done.”

“Why don’t you tell him where I told you to stay all the time?” Glo-Glo suggested, knitting his brows menacingly.

“With Harold,” the jester muttered.

“Louder! I can’t hear you!”

“With Harold!”

“Then why did he go into the Palaces of Bone alone, and why did I have to abandon all the affairs of the tribe and come dashing to his rescue, while you were busy—”

“But grandfather!” Kli-Kli interrupted.

“Grandfather?” I said, gaping at him wide-eyed.

“Why are you so surprised, Harold? It’s only natural for me to take my own flesh and blood as an apprentice.”

“Granddad!” Kli-Kli squeaked, and gave me a frightened look.

“It’s just that Kli-Kli mentioned several times that his grandfather used to be a shaman, and I thought that meant you were dead.”

“So you buried me as well?” said Glo-Glo, rolling his eyes furiously. “Well, thank you!”

“But I—”

“Who on earth do you take after? You’ve shamed your ancestors again!”

Kli-Kli tried to make excuses, and Glo-Glo gave him the tongue-lashing of all time, saying a granddaughter like that must have been a gift from the forest spirits. I listened, and I was puzzled. The intensity of the shaman’s feelings seemed to be confusing his tongue.

“Kli-Kli!” I put in, when Glo-Glo decided to take a break to catch his breath. “Why is he talking to you as if you were a girl?”

The goblin looked as if he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. At least, that was my impression.

“The man’s a fool!” said Glo-Glo, throwing his hands up in the air. “I told you in plain human language that I’m the last in the male line of the great shaman Tre-Tre! Kli-Kli is my granddaughter.”

“Kli-Kli! You’re … you’re a SHE? You’re a girl?”

The goblin (gobliness?) had the good grace not to look me in the eye, and she muttered something under her breath. All I made out was “yes.”

I stood there open-mouthed, and then sat down. I must say, this was quite a blow! Life had never treated me to such an unexpected surprise before! It was inconceivable. Kli-Kli was
she
. A female goblin! A girl! The jester’s little oddities suddenly made sense to me and didn’t seem so odd anymore.

I must have been a fine sight. Glo-Glo chuckled sympathetically, while Kli-Kli didn’t know where to put herself. When I more or less recovered, I thought the best thing to do was laugh.

“You’re … you’re not angry?” she asked me fearfully.

“No, Kli-Kli!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. “If I’m angry, it’s only with myself, for not realizing straightaway.”

“You couldn’t have,” she told me with a superior note in her voice. “All goblins look the same to men.”

“But why, in the name of a h’san’kor, why?”

“It was simpler that way, Harold,” she said with a faint shrug. “It opened lots of doors to me, including the door of the royal palace. And things were much simpler with all of you, too. If Milord Alistan had known who I really was, he probably wouldn’t have let me go on the journey. And if that had happened, I couldn’t have taken care of you.”

“I don’t think he would have done anything. After all, you brought a letter from the king, giving you permission to take part in the expedition.”

“The letter was a forgery,” Kli-Kli chuckled. “Do you really think the king would have sent his jester on business like this?”

“Was it hard playing a male part, apprentice?” Glo-Glo put in.

“I got used to it, Granddad. It was harder being a jester and a fool. Although … when you’re a jester and you’re out in open view, nobody notices you, nobody takes you seriously or thinks of you as a threat, and you can do things that others aren’t allowed to do.”

“Did nobody guess who you really were, Kli-Kli?”

“I told you, Harold, we all look the same to people.”

Ah, darkness! I just couldn’t get used to it! She was right! How often did we see goblins in Valiostr? Not very. How often did we see female goblins? Even less often than male ones. Or, rather, we’d never seen any. It was rumored that the goblin women never left Zagraba. I’d never trust rumors again.

“Aaaaah…,” I said, shaking my head, still unable to believe what had happened.

“Well, it is true…”—she wrinkled up her forehead—“it is true that Miralissa knew. I had to tell her. She helped me guide you and save you.”

“Guide? Save?”

“How many times did I save your life? And there were so many times you’ll never even know about!”

I didn’t say anything.

“That’s gratitude for you! Do you think it was easy to squeeze you through into the Primordial World the first time? Miralissa and I almost made ourselves sick doing it. And as for guiding you … Hah! There were so many times I can’t remember them all,” she said, gesturing with her hand.

There was nothing I could do but listen to her revelations and feel amazed. Good going, Kli-Kli!

“So, apart from Miralissa—may she dwell in the light—and you, no one knows. Oh, and I told Honeycomb before we left.”

The goblin girl chuckled. So that was why Honeycomb had laughed so loud and long when Kli-Kli whispered in his ear!

“So what now?” I asked.

“What now, my boy?” Glo-Glo replied. “If we’re talking about long-term plans, then you need to get to Avendoom as quickly as possible and hand the Horn over to that Order of yours. You turned out to be a lot stronger than I expected.… In a good sense, of course. So there’s no need to be too worried about the balance just yet. No, don’t tell me about the Horn, the Fallen Ones, and the Great Game of the Masters. I know all about that. Compared with what you could have got up to, what might be coming—and that, please note, is a possible shift in the balance—is no more than a minor inconvenience.”

“And what could I have got up to?”

“There’s no point in talking about that now,” said Glo-Glo. “You’ve been through the Mirror of Choice and chosen your path. My mind is easy, so there’s no need for you to worry. You don’t have to know the entire background of the prophecy at this stage. You’ll find out in good time, you virtually have an eternity in your hands—in the literal and the figurative sense. The only important thing at this moment is the Horn; everything else is secondary.”