Queen of Song and Souls (50 page)

Her bare feet skimmed down the steps that circled the Sentinel trunk. Around her the world was silent except for the sound of the song. The melody called to her, beckoned her, and she followed it with a strange, detached sense of purpose, a surety devoid of doubt or fear or even curiosity. Some part of her knew exactly where she was going and why.

The song led her through the heart of Navahele, past the moon-silvered stillness of its ponds, across the latticed bridges formed from blossoming vines and woven Sentinel roots. All around her the great trees of Navahele seemed to bend towards her as she passed. She made her way with swift but unhurried steps and passed through the opening in Grandfather Sentinel's smooth, arching golden trunk to the soaring hollow of Galad Hawksheart's throne room within.

The throne room was empty, the guards absent from their posts. The door at the back of the throne swung open as she approached, and she descended down the long, circling stair into the deep, glowing blue heart of Grandfather Sentinel.

Galad Hawksheart stood beside the mirror pool, waiting for her.

The notes of the melody that had drawn her here faded, still audible but muted, playing softly in the background, the only sound in the silence until she spoke.

"Is this a dream?" Her voice flowed out like ripples on a pond, each word echoing as if multiple Ellysettas had asked the question.

Lord Galad's green eyes glowed in the dim chamber, mesmerizing and full of secrets. "The lucid dream of a Seer, Ellysetta Erimea, but it is nothing to fear. You drank
elethea
and took your rest in the boughs of a Sentinel. Your Elvish blood awakens."

"I'm not afraid." And strangely, she wasn't. She was utterly at peace—even the Rage of her tairen lay still and silent. "Did you summon me?”

"I did not. If anything, you summoned me. You still have questions in need of answers?”

"Yes." She had not known the questions were there until he mentioned them, but once he did, they rose like bubbles of air floating to the surface of a pond. With them came the rebirth of emotion. "My Fey parents..." she began.

"—would not want you to sacrifice yourself to save them," Hawksheart interrupted. "You have considered using your connection to your father to find them." The Elf leaned forward, his green eyes burning into hers. "
You must not do this.
The High Mage will be waiting, and all will be lost."

"You're telling me there's nothing I can do to save them?"

"On the contrary, you are the only one who can. But what price will you pay to do so? How many people will you condemn to death to set them free? Because if you rush to their aid now, many will die. Many times many."

"So I must leave them there to suffer?" The very thought of standing by and doing nothing while her family suffered went against everything she believed. She'd never met Shan and Elfeya v'En Celay, but it didn't matter. She'd felt their torment. She'd shared her father's mind . .. part of his soul.

"Unless you would plunge the world into the abyss,
bayas.
Your fierce defense of those you love is one of your greatest strengths, child, but the High Mage will use those feelings against you. You must think with your head, not your heart. Just as I have done all these thousand years."

She'd felt Lord Galad's torment over that decision. He'd shared it with her on purpose, she now realized—not so she would feel sympathy for him, but so she would understand his choice and realize why she must make the same one. Just as Rain had done, even though she'd railed at him and pushed him into vowing he would rescue her parents once their location was known.

Hawksheart moved closer. "But this is not the real reason you came to me tonight, alone. This question you could have asked in the presence of others."

She stepped back, retreating from his approach. His gaze held hers captive, the relentless power of his Elvish eyes piercing her barriers and delving deep into the secrets she held within. "Your truemate's madness begins. The incompleteness of your bond begins to unravel his mind, and you wish to know how much time he has before the madness consumes him.”

Her body trembled, but his power dragged the answer from her lips. "Yes." She told herself she had not broken her vow to Rain by confirming the question. Hawksheart had already Seen in her mind.

"Too much Shadow lies upon him," Hawksheart replied. "Though he offers you hope, he already knows the end will come quickly."

Her mouth went dry. She met Hawksheart's piercing gaze and this time asked directly, all pretense gone, "How quickly?" When he hesitated, her brows drew together. "You already owe a debt to my family so great you will never be able to repay it—you can give me this much, at least."

Lord Galad's jaw clenched at her accusation, but after a moment, he nodded. "Very well. For the love I bear your mother, I will answer." The Elf king closed his eyes and held a hand over the mirror pool. A spout of shining blue water arose to bathe his palm. His fingers tapped against the water, "A month. No more than that. The war will accelerate your
shei'tan's
decline."

She bit back a muted cry as a rush of desperate denial filled her. So little time.

"Can I not heal his soul to give him more time?" Even though Rain had already given her an answer, she thought perhaps Hawksheart might know something her
shei'tan
did not.

Hawksheart shook his head. "There is only one way for you to heal what ails him now. You must complete your bond, or Rain will die before the last day of Seledos. No matter what else happens, that much is certain."

She drew a breath. The muted cry of denial grew louder. "Yet still you will not tell me how to do it?"

"The key already exists within you, Ellysetta. When the time comes, you will either do what you must or you will let your mate die. The choice will be yours."

She gave a humorless laugh. "Choice? Since when have I had that?" It seemed to Ellie that most of her life, she'd been swept along by the powerful currents of forces greater than she.

A knowing light shone from Lord Galad's green eyes. "You think because you face situations not of your making that you exercise no choice? That you are helpless? To the contrary, child. Your whole life has been full of choices. Hiding from a hard truth is a choice. Surrender—even to the inevitable—is a choice. Even in death there is choice. You may have no control over the time or manner of your death, but you can choose how you face it."

"Is death how my Song ends?"

He smiled, and his eyes were filled with a mix of sadness, understanding, and unexpected affection. "All living things die, Ellysetta. Even Elves and Fey . .. though we usually take longer to do it than most. But the Light that exists within us"—he laid his hand over her heart—"that spark of divine power we call our souls—the only way for that to truly perish is for us to surrender our Light to the Dark. So even if this body you now inhabit does not survive your Song, so long as you hold fast to the Light, the soul that is Ellysetta Erimea will live on. Let that bring you what comfort it may."

"But if I die, then Rain dies...." Her own death she could accept, but not Rain's. Never Rain's. "Please, you've got to tell me—“

"
Anio
." Hawksheart held up a hand for silence. "I have already said more than I should. I vowed to hold my silence ...but you are so very like her." His lips compressed and he turned away. "Go now, cousin. Sleep without dreams, I will speak with you on the morrow.”

She took a half step towards him; but he clapped his hands, and her vision dissolved in a shower of gold and green sparks. Consciousness faded, and she knew no more.

The Faering
Mists

Lillis and Eiliss had reached the valley floor. The trail led through a dense copse of towering evergreens and into a clearing where a small village nestled amidst the trees. Shining Fey, tall, slender, and beautiful, turned with serene calm to watch Eiliss and Lillis emerge from the woods,

"Lillis!" One figure, much smaller than the rest, came peeking out of a nearby building and raced across the clearing. "Lillis! You're here!"

"Lorelle!" With a shout of delight, Lillis raced to meet her twin. The girls met in the center of the clearing and twirled in each other's arms, hugging and laughing.

"I’m so glad you're safe," Lillis exclaimed. "I was afraid something terrible had happened to you."

"And me you," Lorelle agreed. "Lady Eiliss found me and Papa and brought us here."

"Papa?" Lillis grabbed Lorelle's hands tightly. "Where is he?”

Lorelle pointed to the building she'd come from. "In there. Wait! Lillis, there's something else you should—"

But Lillis was already racing across the ground into the building Lorelle had indicated "Papa! Papa! I'm here!" She smelled the familiar, beloved scent of pipe smoke long before she saw her father and followed the aroma through the airy rooms towards a private courtyard at the center of the house. "It's Lillis, Papa! I'm here! I'm all right! Lady Eiliss found me just like she found you and Lorelle!"

Lillis burst into the courtyard. Her father was standing beside a pretty fountain near a copse of small, flowering trees. "Papa!" She raced towards him, only to stop, frozen in her tracks, when he turned to face her.

Only then did she realize what Lorelle had been trying to tell her.

Papa wasn't alone. He was with someone else, a person he'd been standing so near, Lillis hadn't seen her until Papa turned.

Lillis felt her body shake. Tears filled her eyes, blurring her vision and spilling down her cheeks. She took one shaky step, then another and another. Then she was running.

She crossed the small courtyard in a flash and threw herself into the waiting arms of the woman standing beside Sol Baristani. And when the familiar arms, so strong, so loving, closed around her, and the familiar scent of rosewater filled her nose, Lillis sobbed brokenly.

"Mama. Oh, Mama, I've missed you so much."

chapter twenty-one

I am born a thousand times

When I see you,

I live a thousand lives

When I am with you,

And I die a thousand deaths

When you leave.

Born, Live, Die,
a courtship poem from

Adriel vel Arquinas to his truemate

Elvia ~ Navahele

Ellysetta woke to the ethereal beauty of Elvish dawn song rising through the trees and the joy of Rain's warm body wrapped around hers. For a moment, she lay there, hugging the arm draped over her. She ran her fingers lightly over his and carried his hand to her lips. Such strength, such power, and yet ultimately so fragile.

The memory of Hawksheart's dire prediction of Rain's fate made her eyes close in grief. She had only one month to bind her soul to Rain's or lose him to the bond madness. Just the thought of it made panic tighten her chest and robbed her lungs of breath.

She couldn't lose him. Not to bond madness. Not to war. Not to the High Mage.

«
Shei'tani
?» A sleepy thread of Spirit brushed across her senses. Rain's fingers flexed against her lips. The body that had been relaxed against her in sleep now shifted and his arms tightened around her. «
Arast sha de?»
What is it?

She turned towards him. His eyes were still closed. He was still half-asleep, and it was only her distress that had roused him. She stroked his brow.
«Neitha, shei'tan. It's nothing. Go back to
sleep
.» She accompanied the reassurance with a light weave of compulsion and peace.

But as he began to sink back into weary sleep, a staccato rap upon the door shattered the silence.

Rain's eyes flashed open. Before she could take another breath, he'd leapt from the bed and crossed the room in a blur of speed. His
meicha
scimitar flew out of its sheath and into his hand as he went, and he flung open the door, razored steel in one hand, magic blazing in the other.

An Elf stood on the landing outside the bower door.

"Forgive the intrusion," he said calmly, as if confronting naked, sword- and magic-wielding Tairen Souls were an everyday occurrence. "Lord Galad sends his apologies but says you must depart immediately. Please gather your things and join him on Grandfather's island."

Half a bell later, clad once more in her studded red leathers and bloodsworn blades, Ellysetta stood by Rain's side at the base of Grandfather Sentinel. Early morning light filtered through the cool, dew-drenched leaves, and curling clouds of mist rose from the silvery ponds at the city's center, lending a dreamlike feel to the peaceful enchantment of Navahele.

Galad Hawksheart stood at the base of the ancient Sentinel tree, garbed in flowing, silver-shot robes of sage green. "I had invited the leaders of the Danae to join us in Elvia so you could meet with them. Unfortunately, there is no longer time. You must depart for the Celierian-Eld border immediately."

"Why?" Rain asked. "What has happened?"

"A verse I'd long hoped would remain silent has begun to play." Hawksheart's face was etched in grim lines. "The next battle begins in six days' time, not the two weeks you were expecting. And without you, defeat is certain."

"Where?" Rain asked instantly. "Kreppes?"