Текст книги "Gate of Ivrel"
Автор книги: C. J. Cherryh
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Then, when the sun was at their backs, reddening into evening upon the snows of Kath Svejur before them, Vanye looked back along the road they had come as he did from time to time.
This time the thing he had constantly dreaded was there.
They were pursued.
"Liyo,"he said quietly. Both she and Ryn looked. Ryn's face was pale.
"They will surely have changed horses in Ra-baien," Ryn said.
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"That is what I have feared," she said, "that there is no war nor feud between Morija and Baien."
And she put Siptah to a slightly quicker pace, but not to a run. Vanye looked back again. The riders were coming steadily, not killing their horses either, but at a better pace than they.
"We will make the hills and choose a place for them to overtake us as far as we can toward the border," said Morgaine. "This is a fight I do not want, but we may have it all the same."
Vanye looked back yet again. He began to be sure who it was, and there was a leaden feeling in his belly. He had already committed one fratricide.
To fight and to kill at a liyo's order was the duty of an ilin,even if he were ordered against family. That was cruel, but it was also the law.
"They will be Nhi," he said to Ryn. "This fight is not lawful for you. You are not ilin,and until you lift hand against Erij and your kinsmen, you are not an outlaw. Go apart from us. Go home."
Ryn's young face held doubt. But it was a man's look too, not the petulance of a boy, which was not going to yield to his reason.
"Do as he tells you," Morgaine said.
"I take oath," he said, "that I will not."
That was the end of it. He was a free man, was Ryn; he rode what way he chose, and it was with them. It pained Vanye that Ryn had no more than the Honor blade at his belt, no longsword; but then, boys had no business to attempt the longsword in a battle; he was safest with the bow.
"Do you know this road?" Morgaine asked.
"Yes," said Vanye. "So do they. Follow."
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Irien. The horses might be able to hold the pace, though it was climbing for some part. He cast a look over his shoulder, to know how things were with those behind.
The Morijen had fresh mounts surely, to press them so, grace of the lord of Ra-baien, and how much Baien knew of them or how Baien felt toward them was yet uncertain.
There was the matter of Baien's outpost of Kath Svejur, manned by a score of archers and no small number of cavalry. There was that to pass beneath.
He chose pace for them and held it, not leaving the highroad despite Morgaine's expressed preference for the open country.
They had speed to take them through, unless there were some connivance already arranged between Baien's lord and Erij– some courier passed at breakneck speed during the night, to cut off their retreat. He hoped that had not happened, that the pass was not sealed: otherwise there would be a hail of arrows, to match what rode behind them.
Those behind were willing enough to kill their mounts, that became certain; but there was the pass ahead of them, the little stone fort of Irn-Svejur high upon its crag.
"We cannot pass under that," Ryn protested, thinking, no doubt, of arrows.
But Vanye whipped up his horse and tucked low, Morgaine likewise.
They were within arrowshot both from above and from behind. Doubtless in their fortress the guards looked down and saw the mad party on the road and wondered which was friend and which was foe: yet there was in both Morija and Baien that simple instruction that what rode east was friend, and what rode west was enemy; and here rode two bands madly eastward.
Vanye cast a look back as they won through. A rider left pursuing them to mount the trail to the fort. He breathed an oath into the wind, for there would be men of Irn-Svejur after them shortly, and Ryn's dun was faltering, dropping behind them.
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Here, upon the open road and with precious scant cover, the cursed dun spelled end to their flight. Vanye began to pull in, where a bend of rock gave a little shelter before the brush began. Here he leaped down, bow and sword in hand, and let the black take what way he would down the road.
Morgaine alighted into cover also, bearing Changelingin the one hand, and the black weapon at her belt, he doubted not. And breathlessly last came Ryn; he stayed to strike the dun and make it move, and the poor beast took an arrow then, reared up and crashed down, flailing with its hooves.
"Ryn!" Vanye roared, his voice cracked and hoarse, and Ryn came, stumbled in, his arm all bloody with the black stump of an arrow broken in the flesh. He could not flex to string the bow he carried, and it was useless.
The riders pressed them, came in, close quarters– men of Nhi and Myya, and Erij with them.
Vanye ripped his longsword from its sheath, too late for other defenses; and he saw Morgaine do the same, but what she drew, he would not attempt to flank to protect her. The opal blade came to life, sucked arrows amiss, bent them up and otherwhere, and sent a man after them, screaming.
The winds howled within that vortex, the sword sure, a hand that knew it upon its hilt; and nothing touched them, nothing passed the web of shimmer that it wove. Through watery rippling he saw Erij's black and furious form. Erij pulled up, but some did not, and rushed toward nothingness.
And one was Nhi Paren, and another Nhi Eln, and Nhi Bren, spurring after.
"No!" Vanye cried, snatched at Ryn, who cried the same, and flung himself from cover, between blade and riders.
And ceased to be.
One instant Morgaine flung the blade aside, a saving reaction too late: her face bore horror– a rider thundered past, struck down at her, drove her stumbling aside.
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Vanye cut at horse, dishonorable and desperate, tumbled beast, tumbled rider, and killed Nhi Bren, who had never done him harm. He whirled about then to see the red beam dropping beast and man indiscriminately, corpses and dying, writhing wounded. The mass of them that came reined back into better cover, still pursued by lancing fire that started conflagrations in the brush and in the grass– full twenty beasts and men lay stretched upon the road, the visible dead, and tongues of flame leaped up in the dry trees, whipped by the wind, Changelingstill unsheathed in her right hand.
They fled, these others. Vanye saw with relief that Erij was among those that fled: though he knew that his brother had never run from anything, Erij fled now.
Vanye fell to his knees, leaned upon his sword's hilt, and gazed about at what they had wrought. Morgaine too stood still, the glimmer of Changelingdim in her hand now, still opal. She sought its sheath and it became like fine glass again, slipping into its natural home.
And so she rested, one hand upon the rock, until at last with a gesture like one grown old she felt her way back from that place and turned to look at him.
"Let us find the horses before they gather courage for another attack," she said. "Come, Vanye."
She did not weep. He gathered himself up, caught her, fearing that she would fall, for she walked like one that would; and he thought then that she would have tears, but she leaned against him only a moment, shivering.
"Liyo,"he pleaded with her, "they will not come back Stay, let me go find the horses."
"No." She freed herself of him, returned the black weapon to her belt, tried to lift the strap of Changelingto her shoulder, and her hands trembled too much. He helped her with it. She accepted its weight, eased it on her shoulder, and cast one backward look, before she began with him to seek the way the horses had gone.
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And, brush rustling, there were with them brown men, gray men, men in green and mottled; men of Chya, who placed themselves across their path.
With the men was Taomen, and another and another that they had seen before: they were Chya of Ra-koris, and leading them, last to appear, was Roh.
The eyes of the master of Chya swept the road behind them, gazed with horror on the thing that they had done.
Then with a quiet gesture he called Taomen, and gave orders to him, and Taomen led the others away, back into the wood.
"Come," said Roh. "One of my men is holding your horses a little distance down the road. We knew them. It was they that brought us to help you, when we saw them bolt from this direction."
Morgaine looked at him, as if doubtful whether she would trust this man, though she had slept lately in his hall. Then she nodded and set out, unneedful now of Vanye's arm. He paused to clean his sword upon the grass before he overtook her: her blade needed no such attention.
It was indeed some distance. Men other than Roh walked with them all the same: there were rustlings in the forest about them, shadows whose nature they could not determine in the gathering dusk, but it was sure that they were Chya, or Roh would have been alarmed.
And there stood the horses, being tended and rubbed with dry grasses: the Chya were not riders, but they took tender care of the beasts, and Vanye for his part thanked the men when they took their animals back in hand.
Then Morgaine thanked them too. He had thought her in such a mood she would not.
"May we camp with you?" Vanye asked of Roh, for the night was gathering fast about them and he was himself so weary he felt like to die.
"No," Morgaine interrupted him with finality. She slipped the strap of Changeling, and hung the weapon on her saddle, then gathered the reins about Siptah's neck.
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"Liyo."Vanye seldom laid hands on her. Now he caught her arm and tried to plead with her, but the coldness in her eyes froze the words in his throat.
"I will come," he said quietly.
"Vanye."
"Liyo?"
"Why did Ryn choose to die?"
Vanye's lips trembled. "I do not think he knew he would. He thought he could stop you. He was not ilin, not under ilinlaw. One of the men was his lord, my brother. Another was Paren, his own father. Ryn was not ilin.He should have gone from us."
He thought then that Morgaine would show some sign of grief, of remorse, if it was in her. She did not. Her face stayed hard, and he turned from her lest he shame himself– from anger, no less than grief. Half-blind, he sought his horse's rein and flung himself to its back. Morgaine had mounted: she laid heels to Siptah and sped him down the road.
Roh held his rein a moment, looked up at him. "Chya Vanye, where does she go?"
"That is her concern, Chya Roh."
"We of Chya have both eyes and ears in Morija, wellplaced. We knew how you must come if you came from Kursh into Andur. We waited, expected a fight. Not– that."
"I am falling behind, Roh. Let go my rein."
"Ilin-oath is more than blood," said Roh. "But, Chya Vanye, they were kin to you."
"Let go, I say."
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Roh's face drew taut with some weight of thought. Then he held the rein yet tightly, a hand within the bridle. "Take me up," he said. "I will see you to the edge of my lands, and I know you will not stay for a man afoot. I want no more mischances with Morgaine. You stirred us up Leth, and they are still aprowl; you brought us Nhi and Myya, and Hjemur at once; and now all Baien is astir. This woman brings wars like winter brings storms. I will see you safely through. My presence with you will be enough for any men of Chya you meet, and I will not have their lives taken as she took those of Nhi."
"Up, then," said Vanye, moving his foot from the stirrup. Roh was a slender man; his weight was still cruelty to the hard-ridden horse, but it was all that could be done. He feared to lose Morgaine if he were delayed more.
Roh landed behind him, caught hold, and Vanye set heels to the black. The horse tried a quick gait, could not hold it, settled at once to a slower pace when Vanye reined back in mercy.
Morgaine would not kill Siptah. He knew that when her fury had passed, she would slow. And after a time of riding he saw her, where the road became a mere trail through an arch of trees, a pale glimmering of Siptah's rump and her white cloak in the dark.
Then he put the black to a quicker pace, and she paused and waited when she heard his coming. The black weapon was in her hand as they rode up, but she put it away.
"Roh," she said.
There was moisture on her cheeks. Vanye saw it and was glad. He nodded courtesy to her, which she returned, and then she bit her lip and leaned both hands upon the saddlebow.
"We will camp," she said, sensible and calm, the manner Vanye knew in her, "in whatever place you can find secure."
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Chapter 9
Ivrel was all the horizon now, snow-crowned and perfect amid the jagged rubble of the Kath Vrej range, anomaly among mountains. The sky was blue and still stained with sunrise in the east, as much as they could see of the sky in that direction. A single star still remained high and to the left of Ivrel's cone.
It was beautiful, this place upon the north rim of Irien. It was hard to remember the evil of it.
"Another day," said Morgaine, "perhaps yet one more camp, will set us there." And when Vanye looked at her he saw no yearning in her eyes such as he had thought to see, only weariness and misery.
"Is it then Ivrel you seek?" Roh asked.
"Yes," she said. "As it always was." And she looked at him. "Chya Roh, this is the limit of Koris. We will bid you goodbye here. There is no need that you take us farther."
Roh frowned, looking up at her. "What is there that you have to gain at Ivrel?" he said. "What is it you are looking for?"
"I do not think that is here or there with us, Roh. Good-bye."
"No," he said harshly, and when she would have urged Siptah past, ignoring him: "I ask you, Morgaine kri Chya, by the welcome we gave you, I ask you. And if you ride past me I will follow you until I know what manner of thing I have helped, whether good or evil."
"I cannot tell you," she said. "Except that I will do no harm to Koris. I will close a Gate, and you will have seen the last of me. I have told you everything in that but you still do not understand. If I wished to leave you the means to raise another Thiye, I might pause to explain, but it would take too long and I should hate to leave that knowledge behind me."
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Roh gazed up at her, no better comforted than before, and then turned his face toward Vanye. "Kinsman," he said, "will you take me up behind?"
"No," said Morgaine.
"I do not have her leave," Vanye said.
"You will slow us, Roh," said Morgaine, "and that could be trouble for us."
Roh thrust his hands into the back of his belt and scowled up at her. "Then I will follow," he said.
Morgaine turned Siptah for the northeast, and Vanye with heavy heart laid heels to his own horse, Roh trudging behind. Though they would go easily, wanting to spare the horses, they were passing beyond the bounds of Koris and of Chya, and there was no longer safety for Roh or for any man afoot. He could follow, until such time that they came under attack of beasts or men of Hjemur. Morgaine would let him die before she would let him delay her.
So must he. In a fight he dared not have his horse encumbered. In flight, his oath insisted he must keep to Morgaine's side, and he could not do that carrying double, nor risk tiring the horse before the hour of her need.
"Roh," he pleaded with his cousin, "it will be the end of you."
Roh did not answer him, but hitched his gear to a more comfortable position on his shoulder, and walked. Being Chya-reared, Roh would be able to walk for considerable distances and at considerable pace, but Roh must know also that he stood almost certainly to lose his life.
Had it been his own decision, Vanye thought, he would have ridden far ahead at full gallop, so that Roh must realize that he could not keep up and abandon this madness; but it was not his to decide. Morgaine walked her horse. That was the pace she set; and at noon rest Roh was able to overtake them and share food with them– this grace she granted without stinting; but he fell behind again when they set out.
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But for knowing where they were, the land was still fair for some considerable distance; but when pines began to take the place of lowland trees, and they climbed into snowy ground, then Vanye suffered for Roh and looked back often to see how he fared.
"Liyo,"he said then, "let me get off and walk a time, and he will ride. That can tire the horse no more."
"His choice to come was his affair," she said. "If trouble comes on us unexpectedly, I want you, not him, beside me. No. Thee will not."
"Do you not trust him, liyo? We slept in Ra-koris in his keeping, and there was chance enough for him to do us harm."
"That is so," she said, "and of men in Andur-Kursh, I trust Roh next to you; but thee knows how little trust I have to extend; and I have less of charity."
And then he fell to thinking of the night and day ahead, which he had yet to serve, and that she had said that she would die. That saddened him, so that for a time he did not think of Roh, but reckoned that there was something weighing on her mind.
She spoke of the same matter, late in the afternoon, when the horses had struck easier going along a ridge. Crusted snow cracked under them, and their breath hung in frosty puffs even in sunlight, but it was an easy place after the rocks and ice that they had passed.
"Vanye," she said, "thee will find it difficult to pass from Hjemur after I am gone. It would be best if thee had a place to go to. What will thee do?
Nhi Erij will not forgive thee for what I have done."
"I do not know what I will do," he said miserably. "There is Chya, there is still Chya, if only Roh and I both come through this alive."
"I wish thee well," she said softly.
"Must you die?" he asked her.
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Her gray eyes went strangely gentle. "If I have the choice," she said, "I shall not. But if I do, then thee is not free. Thee knows what thee has to do: kill Thiye. And perhaps then Roh might serve thee well: so I let him follow. But if I live, all the same, I shall pass the Gate of Ivrel, and in passing, close it. Then there will be an end of Thiye all the same. When Ivrel closes, all the Gates in this world must die. And without the Gates, Thiye cannot sustain his unnatural life: he will live until this body fails him, and be unable to take another. So also with Liell, and with every evil thing that survives by means of the Gates."
"And what of you?"
She lifted her shoulders and let them fall. "I do not know where I shall be.
Another place. Or scattered, as the men were at Kath Svejur. I shall not know until I pass the Gate where can make it take me. That is my task, to seal Gates. I shall go until there are no more– and I shall not know that, I fear, until I step out the last one and find nothing there."
He tried to grasp the thing she told him, could not imagine, and shivered.
He did not know what to say to her, because he did not know what it meant.
"Vanye," she said, "you have drawn Changeling.You have a proper fear of it."
"Aye," he acknowledged. Loathing was in his voice. Her gray eyes reckoned him up and down, and she cast a quick look over her shoulder at Roh's distant figure.
"I will tell thee," she said softly, "if something befall me, it could be that thee would need to know. Thee does not need to read what is written on the blade. But it is the key. Chan wrote it upon the blade for fear that all of us would die, or that it would come to another generation of us– hoping that with that, Ivrel still might be sealed. It is to be used at Ra-hjemur, if thee must: its field directed at its own source of power would effect the ruin of all the Gates here. Or cast back within the Gate itself, the true Gate, it would be the same: unsheath it and hurl it through. Either way would be sufficient."
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"What are the writings on it?"
"Enough that could give any able to read them more knowledge of Gates than I would wish to have known. That is why I carry it so close. It is indestructible save by Gates. I dare not leave it. I dare not destroy it. Chan was mad to have made such a thing. It was too great a chance. We all warned him that qujalinknowledge was not for us to use. But it is made, and it cannot be unmade."
"Save by the Witchfires themselves."
"Save by that."
And after they had ridden a distance: "Vanye. Thee is a brave man. I owe it to thee to tell thee plainly: if thee uses Changeling, as I have told thee to do, thee will die."
The cold seeped inward, self-knowledge. "I am not a brave man, liyo."
"I think otherwise. Can thee hold the oath?"
He gathered the threads of his thoughts, scattered and snarled for a moment with the knowledge she had given him. He was strangely calm-then, what he had known from the beginning settling into place as it ought to be.
"I will hold to it," he said.
* * *
"He is coming," said Vanye with relief. Snow crunched underfoot beyond the place where they had stopped to wait, around the bend of the trees and the hillside. It was dark. Snow lit by the stars was all about them, bright save in the shadow of the pines. They had lost sight of Roh for a time.
"Let me ride back to him."
"Hold where you are," she said. "If it is Roh, he will arrive all the same."
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And eventually, a mere shadow among the barred shadows of the pines on the lower slope, there trudged Roh, stumbling with weariness.
"Ride down to him," said Morgaine then, the only grace she had shown the bowman for his efforts.
Vanye did so gladly, met Roh halfway down the hill and drew his horse to a halt, offering stirrup and hand.
Roh's face was drawn, his lips parted and the frosted air coming in great raw gasps. For a moment Vanye did not think that Roh would accept any kindness of him now: there was anger there. But he dismounted and helped his cousin up, and rose into the saddle after. Roh slumped against him. He urged the horse uphill at a walk, for the air grew thin here, and hurt the lungs.
"This is a proper place for a camp," said Morgaine when they joined her.
"It is defensible." She indicated a place of rocks and brush, and it was true: however acquired, Morgaine had an eye to such things.
"Surely," said Vanye, "we had better do without the fire tonight."
"I think it would be wise," she agreed. She slid down, shouldered the strap of Changeling, and began to undo her saddle. Siptah pawed disconsolately at the frozen earth. There was still grain left from the supply the Brothers had given them; there was food left too. It would not be a bitter camp, compared to others they had spent near Aenor-Pyvvn.
Vanye let Roh slide to the ground, and slid down after. The bowman fell, began at once to try to gather himself up, but Vanye knelt beside him and offered him drink, unfrozen, the flask carried next the horse's warmth.
Then he began to chafe warmth into the man. There was danger of freezing in his extremities, particularly in his feet. Roh was not dressed for this.
Morgaine silently bent and exchanged her cloak for Roh's, and the bowman nodded gratitude, his eyes fixed on her with thanks and anger so mingled in him that it was hard to know which prevailed.
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They fed the horses and ate, which warmed them. There was little spoken.
Perhaps there would have been, had Roh not been there; but Morgaine was not in the mood for speech.
"Why?" Roh asked, his voice almost inaudible from cold. "Why do you insist to go to this place?"
"That is the same question you asked before," she said.
"I have not yet had it answered."
"Then I cannot answer it to your satisfaction," she said.
And she held out Roh's cloak to him, and took her own again, and went over to a rock where there was shelter from the wind. There she slept, Changelingin her arms as always.
"Sleep," said Vanye then to Roh.
"I am too cold," said Roh; which complaint Vanye felt with a pang of conscience, and looked at him apologetically. Roh was silent a time, his face drawn in misery and fatigue, his limbs huddled within his thin cloak.
"I think"– Roh's voice was hoarse, hardly audible– "I think that I shall die on this road."
"It is only another day more," Vanye tried to encourage him. "Only one day, Roh. You can last that."
"It may be." Roh let his arms fall forward on his knees and bowed his head upon them, lifting his head after a moment, his eyes sunk in shadow.
"Cousin. Vanye, for kinship's sake answer me. What is it she is after, so terrible she cannot have me know it?"
"It is nothing that threatens Chya or Koris."
"Are you sure enough to take oath on that?"
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"Roh," Vanye pleaded, "do not keep pressing me. I cannot keep answering question and question and question. I know what you would do, to have me defend my way step by step into answering you as you wish, and I will not, Roh. Enough. Leave the matter."
"I think that you yourself do not know," said Roh.
"Enough. Roh, if things go amiss at Ivrel, then I will tell you all that I do know. But until that time, I am bound to remain silent. Go to sleep, Roh.
Go to sleep."
Roh sat a time with his arms folded again about him and his knees drawn up, plunged in thought, and at last shook his head. "I cannot sleep. My bones are still frozen through. I will stay awake a little while. Go and sleep yourself. My oath I will see you take no harm."
"I have an oath of my own," said Vanye, though he was bone-weary and his eyes were heavy. "She did not give me leave to trade my watch to you."
"Must she give you leave in everything, kinsman?" Roh's eyes were kind, his voice gentle as a brother's ought to be. It recalled a night in Ra-koris, when they had sat together at the hearth, and Roh had bidden him return someday to Chya.
"That is the way of the thing I swore to her."
But after an hour or more, the forest still, the weight of the long ride and days of riding and sleeplessness before began to settle heavily upon him.
He had a dark moment, jerked awake to find a shadow by him, Roh's hand on his shoulder. He almost cried out, stifled that outcry as he realized in the same instant that it was only Roh, waking him.
"Cousin, you are spent. I tell you that I will take your watch."
It was reasonable. It was sensible.
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He heard in his mind what Morgaine would say to such a thing. "No," he said wearily. "It is her time to watch. Rest. I will move about a while. If that will not wake me, then she will wake and take the watch. I have no leave to do otherwise."
He rose, stumbled a little in the action, his legs that numb with exhaustion and cold. He thought Roh meant to help him.
Then pain crashed through his skull. He reached out hands to keep himself from falling, hit, lost most senses; then the weight hit his skull a second and third time, and he went down into dark.
* * *
Cords bound him. He was chilled and numb along his body, where he had been lying on his face. It was almost all that he could do to struggle to his knees, and he did so blindly, fearing another assault upon the instant. He turned upon one knee, saw a heap of white that was Morgaine– Roh, standing over her with
Changeling
, sheathed, in his hands.
"Roh!" Vanye called aloud, breaking the stillness. Morgaine did not stir at the sound, which sent a chill of fear through him, sent him stumbling to his feet. Roh held the sword as if he would draw it, threatening him.
"Roh," Vanye pleaded hoarsely. "Roh, what have you done?"
"She?" Roh looked down, standing as he was above Morgaine's prostrate form. "She is well enough, the same as you. An aching head when she wakes. But you will not treat me as you have, Chya Vanye– as she has. I have the right to know what I sheltered in my hall, and this time you will give me answer. If I am satisfied, I will let you both go and cast myself on your forgiveness, and if I am not, I do swear it, cousin, I will take these cursed things and cast them where they cannot be found, and leave you for Hjemur and the wolves to deal with."
"Roh, you are vain and a madman. And honorless to do this thing."
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"If you are honest," said Roh, "and if she is, then you have your right to outrage. I will admit it. But this is not for pride's sake. Thiye is enough. I want no more Irien, no more wars of qujal, no more of the like of Hjemur.
And I do think that we are safer with Thiye alone than with Thiye and an enemy let loose to our north. Weare the ones who die in their wars. I gave her help, would have defended her at Kath Svejur had she needed it. I would have helped her, kinsman. But she has treated me as an enemy, as a cast-off servant. I think that is all we in Koris will ever be in her mind. She treats free men as she treats you, who have to be content; and maybe you are content with that, maybe you enjoy your station with her, but I do not."
"You are mad," Vanye said, came forward a step nearer than Roh wished: Roh's hands drew Changelingpartway from the sheath.
"Put it down!" Vanye hissed urgently. "No, do not draw that thing."
Then Roh saw the nature of the thing he held, and looked apt to drop it upon the instant: but he rammed it safely into its sheath again, and cast it in abhorrence across the snow.
" Qujalinweapons and qujalinwars," Roh exclaimed in disgust. "Koris has suffered enough of them, kinsman."
Morgaine was stirring to wakefulness. She came up of a sudden, hands bound, nearly fell. Roh caught her, and had he been rough with her, Vanye would have hurled himself on Roh as he was. But Roh adjusted her cloak about her and helped her sit, albeit he looked far from glad to touch her.
Morgaine for her part looked dazed, cast a glance at Vanye that did not even accuse: she seemed bewildered, and no little frightened. That struck him to the heart, that he had served her no better than this.
"Liyo,"Vanye said to her, "this kinsman of mine took me from behind; and I do not think he is an evil man, but he is a great idiot."
"Get apart," said Roh to him. "I have had what words I will have with you.
