Dark Sun: Prism Pentad 3 - The Amber Enchantress (33 page)

“Be careful,” Sadira said. “After coming so far, it would be a shame to get hurt here.”

“Elves do not trip on staircases,” Rhayn replied.

Sadira turned and, being especially careful of her footing, began to climb. At the same time, she asked, “Don't you think you promised too much back there?”

“What did I pledge?” Rhayn asked.

“Nothing, I guess. But it's what you implied you could do that concerns me,” Sadira said. “When they discover we can't send them caravans of obsidian, they'll be angry
—
and where will that get us?”

“They'll be interested, and that's all we need,” said Rhayn. “We may not give them obsidian at all, but we'll find out what else they want and give that to them
—
or make them think we're going to.”

Sadira shook her head. “I hope they're not accustomed to dealing with elves,” she muttered.

They continued upward for an interminable time, choosing every step with the utmost care. Sadira's thighs soon began to burn from the effort of endless climbing, while the strain of supporting her weight on the balls of her feet caused knots to form in her calves. The sorceress tried to ignore the pain and concentrate on her footing.

Occasionally, she paused to rest and took a moment to look out over the vista. There was not a sand dune or stretch of barren ground in sight. Everywhere she looked, the panorama was covered by some shade of green: silver-green broomgrass on the horizon, a ring of brown-tinged tortoise bushes closer in, and the blue-hued boughs of the bogo forest encircling the tower itself. If not for the risks involved in reaching the place, it would have been worth the climb just to see a panorama so teeming with plants.

During one of these short rests, Sadira asked, “Have you seen any sign of Dhojakt?”

Rhayn shook her bead. “There are many creatures down there, but none of them seem to be following our path.” She motioned for Sadira to resume the climb. “Let's go. The less time we give our culls to think, the better.”

The sisters climbed the rest of the way without stopping and soon reached the summit of the spire. The staircase ended at the walls of a small bastion, built completely of alabaster and finished with an undulating cap of ivory. Beyond the open gates, a path of limestone blocks crossed an immense basin of shimmering blue water, stopping at a minaret that rose directly out of the pond. This tower was faced with white onyx and crowned by a crystal cupola, blushing pink with the radiance of the crimson sun.

After passing through the gate, Rhayn and Sadira knelt at the edge of the pool. Despite their thirst, they hesitated to drink. The water smelled brackish and foul, while the grasslike blades of some underwater plant clogged the entire basin. In the few places where they could see to the bottom, they glimpsed a rocky growth resembling the gnarled branches a myrrh tree, save that it glowed in a dozen different shades of color, from rosy pink to jade green.

Sadira scooped up a handful of water and, ignoring the fetid smell, lifted it to her lips. When she tried to swallow the horrid stuff, her throat rebelled at the briny taste and she had to spit it back into the pool.

'That water is not for drinking," said a shadow's voice. The sisters spun around to find a dozen shadow people standing behind them. All of the silhouettes had assumed three-dimensional form, with their burning blue eyes fixed on the women.

As Sadira and Rhayn rose, the leader demanded “Tell us of Umbra.”

“Who are you?” asked Rhayn.

“I am Khidar, sachem in Umbra's absence,” answered the shadow. “Tell me of Umbra.”

“First, you must answer a question for us,” said Rhayn.

Khidar stepped forward and grasped the elf by the throat. A stain of darkness began to creep up her chin and down over her shoulders. “There is nothing we must do,” the shadow growled, spewing black fumes into Rhayn's face.

“And I don't have to tell you what happened to Umbra,” the elf countered, answering the challenge with one of her own.

“True
—
you can die instead!”

The darkness continued to spread, engulfing Rhayn's entire face. Realizing that either Khidar did not understand the concept of bargaining or had no wish to, Sadira said, “Tell him!”

Her sister did not seem to hear. Instead, as blackness swallowed her head and torso, Rhayn lashed out at her captor. Her fists passed right through his body, and, when she withdrew them, they were also covered in darkness.

“We think Umbra was destroyed!” Sadira blurted. “Now let her go!”

Khidar released the elf, and the darkness drained from her body. She collapsed to the walkway, shivering and as pale as the limestone blocks on which she lay.

The leader faced Sadira. “Now that you know who is master in this keep, you may tell me more of what happened to Umbra.”

Sadira studied her sister for a moment, then looked back to Khidar. “Before we continue, let me explain something to you,” she said. “Rhayn and I came to the
Pristine
Tower
because we need your help. Unless you give it to us, we'll die before we cross the meadow at the base of this spire. So, you see, your threats mean nothing to us.”

“You would not find the Black such a pleasant place,” Khidar hissed.

“I suspect I'd find it more to my liking than becoming a half-slug and spending the rest of my life crawling through the bogo forest,” Sadira said. When the shadow did not contradict her, the sorceress continued, “Your only choice is whether to help us or not
—
and the same is true of us. We can tell you what we know of Umbra and the Lubar obsidian, or we can refuse.”

“In which case, you'll die
—
”

“And be no worse off than we are now,” said Rhayn, gaining control of her shivering body.

When Khidar did not try to threaten them again, Sadira said, “Let me propose this: we'll tell you what we need. If you agree to provide it, we'll tell you what we know of Umbra.”

“That's no good,” objected Rhayn. She rose to her feet. “How do we know they won't renege on their promise?”

“How will they know we've told the truth?” countered Sadira. “At some point, we'll have to trust each other.”

“Tell us what you want,” said Khidar.

“Power,” replied Rhayn. “I want you to use the tower's magic to make me strong enough to become chief of my tribe.”

Khidar nodded. “You shall have power in proportion to the value of what you tell us.” He looked to Sadira.

“And what do you want?”

Sadira hesitated, wondering how they would react if she told them the truth. Remembering Lyanius's initial resistance to the idea of helping her defy the Dragon, she thought it would be wise to stall until she could learn more about the shadow people. Unfortunately, from what she had seen so far, they had little patience for such bartering ploys.

Fearing that she would only make matters worse by being coy, Sadira took a deep breath and said, “I want to stop the Dragon from tyrannizing my city.”

Khidar moved closer, his burning blue eyes locked on Sadira's. “Surely, you don't think we can do that for you?”

“I didn't ask you to do it for me, but I know there's something in this tower that can help me do it for myself,” the sorceress replied. “Otherwise, King Tithian and Prince Dhojakt wouldn't have tried so hard to prevent me from reaching it.”

This seemed to satisfy the shadow. “We'll do what we can to help you,” he said. “Now tell us of Umbra.”

“Do you know of the war that took place between Tyr and Urik?” Sadira asked, referring to the invasion that Rikus had turned back the year before. When the shadows nodded, Sadira continued. “During that war, a great champion from Tyr, the gladiator Rikus, fought with Umbra several times. During their last battle, Umbra received a terrible wound
—
”

“That's impossible,” interrupted Khidar. “No weapon can injure one of us!”

“Rikus's sword was special,” Sadira said. “It was the Scourge of Rkard, the blade that
—
”

“Borys of Ebe used to kill Rkard, the last of the Kemalok Kings,” finished the shadow. “The sword is one of only a few that can do what you claim
—
but it's been lost for centuries. Where did this Rikus find it?”

“It was given to him by a group of dwarves,” Sadira answered, encouraged by Khidar's familiarity with the weapon. She purposely left the rest of the details vague, so as to honor her promise to Neeva and Caelum about not revealing the treasures of Kled. “Rikus was also wounded during the fight, and fell unconscious before he saw what became of his enemy. When he awoke, Umbra was gone
—
though the floor where he had fallen remained as dark and cold as night.”

“Then Umbra truly did perish,” said Khidar. From the relief in his voice, the sorceress guessed that he enjoyed his duties as the new leader of the shadow people. “But why haven't I been contacted to go to Urik in his place? For centuries, our people have traded our sachem's service for Family Lubar's obsidian.”

“After Urik lost the war, King Hamanu destroyed the entire family as punishment for Maetan of Lubar's failure to bring him victory,” Sadira replied. “If any Lubars survive, it's as quarry slaves, not masters.”

“That explains much,” said Khidar. “It appears we'll have to find another source for our obsidian.”

“Perhaps we could come to an arrangement,” said Rhayn, stepping forward.

Khidar turned his blue embers toward her face. “I was not aware that elves mined obsidian.”

“Don't be vulgar,” she said, offended by the mere suggestion of such a thing. “But as soon as I become chief of the Sun Runners, we'll be able to steal all you want.”

“I doubt that will happen,” Khidar said.

“Don't underestimate the skills of the Sun Runners.”

“I don't
—
though I doubt any tribe of thieves could supply us with a hundred unblemished balls of obsidian each year,” the shadow replied. "What I mean to say is that you'll never become their chief?'

“What?” Rhayn demanded.

“I promised to give you power in proportion to what you told us,” Khidar said. “You said nothing. This one did all the talking.” He pointed toward Sadira. “Therefore, we'll give her what she has asked for
—
but not you.”

“Don't try to cheat me!” Rhayn warned. She thrust her hand out over the pond. “I swear, you'll regret it.”

Khidar laughed. “Your spells won't harm us.”

“Maybe not, but I can ruin this garden,” she spat.

To give credence to her threat, she began to draw life-force from the pond. An eddy began to swirl beneath her hand, and a column of steam formed where the energy was rising. Because the rest of the
Pristine
Tower
was made from the same porous stone as Cleft Rock, Sadira knew that the power her sister was drawing could only come from the plants in the pool. At the rate she was going, it would take only a few seconds before the elf defiled the whole thing.

“Rhayn, no!”
Sadira said, moving toward her sister.

“Do you really think they'll give you what you want?” Rhayn growled. “They're playing us against each other
—
and you're letting them!”

“Even if that's true, what you're doing is wrong,” Sadira said. Beneath Rhayn's hand, the plants began to turn brown, and the foul stench of decay rose from the frothing water.

“Stop!” yelled Khidar.

“Why should I?” demanded the elf. “We're going to die anyway.”

“It doesn't matter,” Sadira said, her eyes fixed on the brown stain spreading across the pool. “This is the last time I'll ask you to stop.”

“Ask all you
—
”

Rhayn did not have a chance to finish. Sadira dropped to a knee and spun around, using the lower pan of her leg to sweep her sister's feet. With an astonished scream, the elf lost her balance and fell into the pool of brown water.

A half-dozen
shadows slipped into the pond without creating so much as a ripple. They glided over to Rhayn's struggling form and clamped their hands onto her arms. As they dragged her into the pool's depths, a black shroud slowly spread over the elf's body. She turned toward Sadira and opened her mouth to scream. That was the last the sorceress saw of her sister.

For a moment, Sadira could only stare into the water, morose and somber. She did not feel guilty, however, for Rhayn had been defiling the garden. As Sadira had learned in Nibenay, not even the shadows' betrayal could justify ruining fertile soil. In exacting her petty vengeance on the shadow people today, the elf had been willing to condemn an untold number of future generations to an existence of pain and misery.

As Sadira pondered her sister's fate, an icy hand touched her shoulder. “Come, we must hurry,” said Khidar's voice.

“Why? So you can betray me, too?” demanded Sadira.

“
We did not betray the elf,” answered Khidar. “We merely honored the word of our promise
—
”

“Instead of the spirit,” Sadira said. She rose and looked up into the blue cinders that served as the shadow's eyes. “Would it have been so difficult to give her what she asked?”

“No, but then we couldn't have given you what you want,” Khidar answered. “Would you have preferred that?”

“At least I
would have reason to trust you” Sadira answered, dodging an answer to this difficult question.

“Whether you trust us or not does not matter,” the shadow said. “Now come. We must hurry, or you will change into a mindless beast and run off before we can aid you.”

He pointed at the stones where sorceress's knee had dropped when she swept Rhayn off her feet. There was a faint smear of blood on the limestone. Sadira looked down and saw that she had scraped her kneecap. Already, a yellow carapace was forming around the edges of the abrasion.

As Khidar guided her toward the tower at the center of the pond, Sadira asked, “Why are you helping me
—
if that's really what you're doing? It would have been an easy matter to find a pretense and betray me, as you did Rhayn.”

“I told you, we are honoring our agreements to the word,” the shadow insisted, though his tone suggested that he was not telling her the whole truth.

Sadira stopped. “There's more to it than that.” She clenched her teeth as a painful muscle spasm ran up her leg. “You have some reason for wanting me to defy the Dragon.”