The Crimson Vault (The Traveler's Gate Trilogy) (32 page)

King Zakareth motioned to the right with his spear. "And of course you know my daughter, Heiress Leah."

His words were casual, but his tone wasn’t. Both his eyes were focused on Simon’s face, his expression as warm as an executioner’s axe.

Simon barely noticed. He couldn’t take his eyes from Leah.

He didn’t know what to say.

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Alin followed Rhalia deeper into the city of Elysia. Once past the walls, the tunnel opened up into a wide street, paved with flawless white stone. The buildings on either side were built of gold and gold-colored stone, with doors of various different colors. Rhalia had explained the significance of the colors to him before—they had something to do with each building's purpose, like hanging a sign—but he was so exhausted now that he could barely see straight.

This particular section of the city was in the Gold District, which explained the general theme of the buildings. Supposedly, in other districts, buildings were made of many different materials and colors, but here they all shared a certain similarity. Since Alin had only demonstrated two of Elysia's nine virtues, and therefore only earned two of its powers, he was only allowed in two districts. Well, he still wasn't quite patient enough to have earned the green, but Rhalia had been willing to let that slide. He was confident he'd get there, eventually.

The Green District had very few buildings at all; it was mostly a wild forest, with trees that stretched so high they rivaled the highest towers of the Gold and Silver districts. Where a home or other building was needed in the Green, a living tree was hollowed out—through some method that Alin didn't understand—in such a way that the tree actually kept growing. As he understood it, the process took years.

Alin, Rhalia, and the floating Grandmaster were not the only ones on the street. A gold-skinned giant warrior, with a solid gold walking staff, stopped and bowed as Alin and Rhalia passed. A flock of shimmering golden hummingbirds stopped and asked, in their deceptively deep voices, whether they could be of any assistance. As they passed an open door, Alin thought he saw a brown-furred cat with a golden collar standing on her hind legs at a table. She was using a knife and fork to carve slices from a roasted bird, which she passed out to her four hungry children.

Alin had never learned how to tell time here: the sky was always gold, though it dimmed or brightened at seemingly random times. Some times in the city were busier than others, he knew that, because sometimes he walked through the streets and remained virtually alone.

He had once wondered what possessing a particular virtue had to do with walking down the streets of the city. Why should he have to prove himself particularly brave to travel the Gold District, for instance? Why would patience be of such great value in the Green District?

He had soon learned the answer.

A creature that looked like a man about Alin's size stepped in front of Alin. He wore white baggy clothing, belted with a golden sash, and carried a gold walking stick: a miniature version of the one that the gold-skinned giants carried. The man would not have been too out of place on the streets of Enosh, except that he had the head of a gray wolf.

"Traveler," the wolf said, bowing fractionally. He had the sort of vicious, slobbery voice that suggested he was shredding each word between his teeth.

"Marakos," Alin said, bowing back. He had run into the wolf-man before, and he was always scrupulously polite. And also, unfortunately, equally violent.

"I take this time to request a match, Traveler," Marakos said. His yellow-gold predator's eyes gleamed.

"Not today, Marakos, I beg you," Alin said wearily. "I have an injured companion."

"I shall not delay you long," Marakos promised. He placed his hand—which looked relatively ordinary, except for the claws where fingernails should be—on Alin's shoulder.

Rhalia twisted in midair and smiled in the wolf's direction. "Sorry, Marakos! No time today. But he'll make it up to you tomorrow, won't you, Alin?"

Alin hastily agreed, but Marakos didn't quite take his hand away. He was trying to decide whether Alin was showing appropriate valor by tending to his injured comrade, even though he was running away. Or maybe he was trying to decide if letting Alin leave was a matter of cowardice; Alin wasn't sure, but he knew that they took courage very seriously here.

The wolf-man's nostrils flared as if he were trying to
smell
Alin's cowardice.

"Marakos," Rhalia sang sweetly. "We need to move. If you keep us here, you will be impeding me, and then
I
would have to call for a duel. Let's not do that, shall we?"

Marakos pulled his claws away from Alin's shoulder as though Alin's armor had suddenly grown red-hot.

"I apologize sincerely, Rhalia. I certainly have no wish to unduly impede you. Until tomorrow, Traveler." Marakos put distance between himself and the drifting, white-clothed woman with deceptive speed, considering that he stopped to bow every two paces.

Alin stared at Rhalia, who had spun back around and continued guiding Grandmaster Naraka's floating body down the street.

"What was that about?" Alin asked.

Rhalia waved a hand airily. "Oh, Marakos is just a child. Scarcely fifty. He can barely go a day without proving his valor to somebody. He'll grow out of it."

"Not him," Alin said. "You. Are you that frightening?"

She smiled, but she didn't look him in the eye when she did. "I've never done anything to frighten Marakos. He listens to stories, that's all."

"What stories?"

She looked at him then. "Maybe I'll tell you, one day," she said.

After a few more minutes, and a few more exchanges with the Gold District's inhabitants—none of which grew as dramatic as their confrontation with Marakos—the three of them finally reached the end of the street. A huge wall marked the end of the Gold District in this direction; apparently it wound its way throughout the entire city, separating each district. Alin had once visualized the City of Light as laid out in nine equal wedges, one for each color and virtue, but Rhalia had assured him that was not the case. The Gold District was thin but long, winding around and touching the outer wall at most major points. The Green District was wide but round, like a park in the center of the city. Other districts had more or less space, depending on the needs of the occupants.

And there were occupants. The City was much busier than Alin had once assumed; apparently, Elysia had continued to bustle with life even after the last Traveler vanished, faded, or died; Rhalia was remarkably closemouthed regarding what had happened to the last of the Elysian Travelers. Either way, the City of Light had not seen a Traveler for over three hundred and fifty years, so Alin's arrival had been something to celebrate.

Not that the Gold District celebrated the same as the people of Enosh, he had found out. Much less feasting, and much more challenging one another to feats of strength and bravery.

In the wall at the end of the Gold District was a man-sized door of solid gold, marked with the same winged sword design that adorned Alin's breastplate. Rhalia didn't hesitate when she reached the door, placing her hand on the center and simply pushing it in. Grandmaster Naraka followed, still unconscious, still floating on the bed of orange light.

"Is she going to survive until we get where we're going?" Alin asked, at last. He would have brought the topic up before, but he had tried to assume that Rhalia knew what she was doing.

"Oh, I've stabilized her already," Rhalia said. "She'll not lose any more ground. At least, not while she's with me. Whether she will regain the ground she's lost, however, is up to you."

They entered a circular chamber that Alin had only seen a few times before. It was only ten paces by ten, but Rhalia said this was the true heart of the city.

Set in the wall around the room, every few paces, were doors.

A painted wooden door of bright green marked the entrance to the Green District. The door through which he had just entered, of course, led to the Gold District. Opposite him, a similar door—apparently made of solid silver, and carved with fanciful spirals and designs—would take him to the Silver District. Doors all around the wall led to the other districts: Red, Rose, Orange, Violet, Blue, and White. The doors all varied in size and material: the White District door was the smallest, and it looked as though he would have to duck and turn sideways to squeeze his way through. The Red District door was by far the widest, and looked as though it had been built to accommodate wagons.

Rhalia led him to the Rose District door, which was a door made of some soft-smelling, reddish pink wood. The symbol of Elysia, which was carved into each of the doors, looked somehow less sharp here, as though it were actually a winged staff or a scepter instead of a sword.

"Behind each of these doors is another district of the City," Rhalia said. "You are only worthy to visit two of them, though I have high hopes regarding the other seven."

Alin couldn't help it; his gaze moved hungrily from one door to another. What powers waited behind each door? If he was this powerful with only two of Elysia's abilities, what would he become if he held all nine? What greater things could he accomplish?

The side of Rhalia's mouth quirked up as though she could read his mind. "Oh, we've got many powers here," she said. "Elysia was meant to lead each Territory by example, so there are powers here in line with each of the nine Territories. You open the orange door by demonstrating exceptional loyalty, for instance, which is a virtue highly valued in Avernus. In the Orange District, you may earn powers such as levitation and flight, which you have already seen demonstrated." She nodded to Grandmaster Naraka, buoyed on cushions of glowing orange lights.

"The Blue District exemplifies mercy," Rhalia continued, "a quality necessary to the Naraka Travelers, who tend to be judgmental. Wisdom is the virtue most necessary in the Silver District, though it would certainly benefit you elsewhere. And within here," she placed a hand on the Rose District door, "is the power of healing. Tell me, Alin, why do you want to heal this woman?"

"Because she's injured," Alin said immediately. "She was hurt while she was with me, and I couldn't protect her. And she's a friend. Why shouldn't I help her?"

Rhalia actually pulled the Rose District door open and stuck her head inside, though the door itself blocked the district from Alin's view.

"What do you think?" Rhalia asked someone beyond the door. "Good enough?"

An indistinct voice, like a child's whisper, murmured something in reply.

"That's what I thought, too," Rhalia responded. She stepped back into the room, letting the rose-colored door shut behind her.

At Alin's questioning look, she held up a hand parallel to the ground and moved it back and forth. "Eh, not bad. We'll work on it. For now, though, your motives are pure enough. Welcome to the Rose District."

Rhalia drifted through the open door, followed by the prone form of Grandmaster Naraka. Alin lingered behind, testing the nearest door—the red one—by twisting the knob and pulling, just a bit.

It opened easily. Through the crack, Alin saw a rocky landscape of twisting paths, and what he thought was a red stone building carved to look like a mushroom. Something like a little, knee-high man in a floppy red cap scurried by, holding up his long white beard to keep it out of the mud.

Rhalia popped back into the room, saw what he was doing, and sighed good-naturedly.

"I just can't keep you from going where you're not supposed to, can I?" she said.

Alin gestured to the door. "But I can open it! Look!"

"Of course you can," she said. "The doors aren't locked."

"Oh."

Rhalia floated over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders companionably. "Listen. I don't try and keep you from these districts because you can't enter, but because you shouldn't enter. It's not that we require you to show a particular virtue before we allow you to use a power. It's more like you need a particular virtue to
handle
that power. The gold power is for battle, for instance, and we wouldn't want anyone in battle who wasn't brave. Likewise, patient people make good defenders. Do you see?"

It seemed like a pretty weak thread to Alin. "What happens if I don't have the virtue? What if I walked through this door right now?"

"That particular door? The gnomes who live on the other side would likely beat you and toss you back out," Rhalia said. "But in general, we don't stop people from taking power they think they've earned. We're trying to help
you
make the right choices, not make them for you. But, eventually, if you take too much power too quickly...you stop controlling the power, and it starts controlling you."

Rhalia's voice got suddenly distant and more serious at the end, as though she were reliving a particularly unpleasant memory.

"What does that mean?" Alin asked.

"You become an Incarnation," Rhalia said, still distant. "Little more than an embodiment of your Territory's nature and power."

"That doesn't sound too bad," Alin responded. "The embodiment of patience and mercy and all that."

Rhalia raised a hand to her forehead. "We didn't think so either, once," she said. Then she shook herself and smiled at him. "Anyway, you're gathering powers pretty quickly yourself. Especially if I decide to grant you permanent access to the rose, which I have not decided yet. You have to be careful."

Alin nodded. He certainly had no wish to risk going insane, and if Rhalia thought the danger was so great, he was sure she knew what she was talking about.

As they walked into the Rose District, Alin nodded to the small white door.