Pendragon Cycle - Taliesin Part 19

"They are just boys," remarked Rhonwyn.

"Yes, but they will be men by Samhain." With that Elphin strode toward them, holding out his hands. "Rise, com-brogi!" com-brogi!" he said, reaching out to pull the nearest to his feet. "We are not soldiers yet, nor am I your king. We are fellow -countrymen and do not kneel to one another as the Romans do." he said, reaching out to pull the nearest to his feet. "We are not soldiers yet, nor am I your king. We are fellow -countrymen and do not kneel to one another as the Romans do."

The young men appeared confused but smiled at their unofficial lord and mumbled greetings to him and his wife, whom they regarded with more than pa.s.sing admiration. "You are the first of my warband," Elphin told them, "and your eagerness does you credit. Tonight you will eat at my table and tomorrow we will prepare for the arrival of the rest. Come, friends, let us drink and raise our voices in a song or two. There will be little enough singing in the weeks to come."

Over the next two days Caer Dyvi began to resemble a war camp with men and horses arriving in numbers from all over Gwynedd. When all those pledged to his service had a.s.sembled, Elphin ordered a feast and a firepit was dug in the center of the caer to roast two beef carca.s.sas. That evening they feasted and sang, their youthful voices ringing through the night with the soul-stirring songs of the Cymry.

Elphin and Rhonwyn left the feast and retired to sleep together for the first time in their new house-the last tone before their long separation. After their lovemaking, they lay in one another's arms listening to the songs still drifting on the night breeze. "I will sacrifice to Lieu and Epona each day for your safety, husband."

"Mmmm," signed Elphin sleepily. "Sleep well, lady wife."

Rhonwyn snuggled closer. "Sleep well, my lord." She lay a long time listening to the easy rhythm of his breathing as sleep overtook him. The soft silence of the night closed around them like a dark wing, and Rhonwyn allowed herself to drift into a peaceful slumber.

One hundred and twenty-five men rode out early the next morning with Elphin at their head. Gwyddno and Rhonwyn, little Taliesin cradled in her arms, stood at the gate, surrounded by the people of the caer, watching the warband away. The long ranks of riders disappeared from view; the watchers turned back to their daily ch.o.r.es.

Rhonwyn stood a moment longer by herself. "See how they ride, Taliesin?" she whispered to the infant, holding his head next to her cheek. The child blew bubbles and held out his hand. "They will be gone a long time and will be much changed when they return.'

At last she turned away and saw Medhir and Eithne with several other women watching. "Now begins a woman's work," said Medhir. "The hardest work of all: waiting." There were nods and clucks of agreement all around.

"I will bear the waiting lightly," said Rhonwyn, "knowing those brave men bear as much and more for us."

"You say that now," replied Medhir, a little ruffled by Rhonwyn's words, "because you do not know how it is. But give it some time and you'll soon know the misery of the wife left behind." More nods and mutters.

"Listen to her, Rhonwyn," declared Eithne, "she knows."

Rhonwyn turned to them with fire in her eyes. "And you listen to me, all of you! When Elphin returns he will find his house in order, his affairs well-managed, and his wife with a glad welcome on her lips. Never will my lord hear a word of hardship from me."

She turned quickly away and strode back through the caer, head high. Some of the younger women whose husbands had ridden off with Elphin heard Rhonwyn's words and followed her. Together they began busily occupying themselves until their men should return.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

The high king's body was taken to an inner chamber in the Temple of the Sun where it was prepared by the Magi for burial in an elaborate and ancient rite lasting six days and nights. The funeral of the High King took place three days later: a cautiously splendid affair, attended by the remaining kings who wore appropriately somber expressions and spoke the required eulogies in words carefully measured and precise. Though undoubtedly some other than the High Queen were genuinely sorry at the death of Ceremon, the secret was well kept.

Seithenin, anxious to return to pressing business at home, left Poseidonis the morning following the funeral. Avallach and the other kings lingered a few more days for appearance' sake. The matter of succession had been settled and there was little to be done, either in the way of comforting the grieving widow or in seeing to official details.

For Charis, however, the extra days were special ones. Since there was nothing else for her to do, she was allowed to roam the city at will with her brothers, visiting one famous site after another: the Royal Temple of the Sun with its subterranean bull pits and astronomical towers; the magnificent harbor, with the monstrous bronze statue of Poseidon rising from the waves, golden trident in hand, surrounded by a company of boisterous blue dolphins; the royal library, boasting hundreds of thousands of volumes in every known language of the world; the enormous, teeming market square with its sphinx fountains; the hot-spring grotto shrines in the hills... and more.

When the day of their departure finally arrived, Charis climbed reluctantly into the carriage beside her mother. She stared sullenly as the carriage wheels rolled out upon the Processional Way and over the ordered succession of bridges, pa.s.sing through the three concentric zones of the city. As they reached the Avenue of Porticoes, Queen Briseis turned to her daughter and said, "Cheer up, Charis, you will come back again one day."

Yes, I will come back, she thought. I will make this city mine. Thereafter Charis ceased looking over her shoulder and set her face to the road ahead-the road which would one day bring her back.

The next days were as much the same as if they had been drawn by the same hand from the same well: Bel's disk rose and set, they slept under cloudless, star-splashed skies, and the white road pa.s.sed slowly beneath their wheels.

One morning early in the second week of the journey, the long train of coaches entered the dark fastness of forest at the far border of King Seithenin's lands. Glad for a respite from the hot noonday sun, Avallach allowed them to linger in the shade-bound coolness after their midday meal. He and the queen napped, as did the rest of the retinue, all stretching out under leafy bowers to sleep oif the thick, noonday torpor.

Charis could not bear the thought of a nap, however, and instead wandered the nearby forest pathways plucking late-blooming wildflowers and gathering a small bouquet of delicate acacia roses and camellias, humming the song she had begun singing the night of the bull sacrifice, her voice falling like small silver rain into the silence of the forest.

She did not realize exactly how far she had strayed from camp until she heard a distant shout and knew that someone had been sent to fetch her. She turned at once and began running back, dodging along the winding path, hoping to recover the distance before she was found.

Closer, she heard more shouts. Men's voices, taut and fearful. She dropped the bouquet and ran faster. Horses screamed. She heard the solid ring of weapons as they clashed in the shattered stillness. "What is happening?" she wondered, suddenly terrified. What could it be? Moments later, out of breath, heart lumping terribly in her chest, she reached the place where the traveling party waited.

An unthinkable horror met her eyes: men staggered bleeding with cloven heads, or, limbless, sat in mute shock contemplating their severed members. Many more lay on blood-soaked ground staring upward out of cloudy eyes, arrow shafts bristling from their throats and chests.

Avallach was nowhere to be seen, nor was Briseis or her brothers. Charis shrieked and rushed into the nightmare, panic a cold fist in her stomach. She raced among the dead and dying, crying for her family in a voice choked with terror.

She stumbled over something on the ground, fell headlong over it to discover herself in the unfeeling embrace of the half-headed corpse of the queen's maidservant, Dean. She gathered her feet under her and reeled away. "Mother!" she screamed. "Mother! Where are you?"

The queen's coach still waited where it had stopped beside the road. One horse had broken free of its harness; the other lay sprawled, sides heaving, four arrowshafts protruding from its stomach. Charis went to the coach. Queen Briseis lay on the ground beside the rear wheel, a long, ragged gash at the base of her throat and another on her wrist where she had thrown up a protecting hand.

Her skin shone with the waxy pallor of death and her unfocused eyes stared fixedly at the vast blue nothing of the sky above, as starkly empty as the eyes that beheld it. There was blood, too much blood everywhere; blood stained the ground beneath her head, stained her broken skin and the torn clothing, and still it flowed from the deep and savage wounds.

"Mother..." whispered Charis. "Oh, Mother..."

Briseis' eyes shifted but remained empty and softly veiled. "Charis," said her mother thickly. Crimson bubbles formed at the corner of her mouth. "I... cannot see you, Charis..."

"I am here, Mother."

"Charis... can you hear me?"

"Yes... I hear you," she said and bent close, taking her mother's face in her hands. "I am here. We are safe now."

"Oh... The others?"

"Safe, too, I think. I cannot find them. I cannot find Father."

"It is cold here... Cover me, Charis..."

"Yes..." Charis reached for a travel robe from the carriage and arranged it over Briseis. "Is that better?"

"I am tired..." Briseis' eyes closed slowly. "... so tired... Hold me..."

"No. Please, no!" Charis cradled her mother, pressing her cheek against Briseis' forehead.

"Take care of them, Charis..." The queen's voice was the breath of a whisper. "There is... no one else..."

Briseis coughed once as a tremor pa.s.sed through her body, and then lay still.

When Charis lifted her head a little while later she saw Annubi's long form shambling through the carnage. She rose from her mother's side and went to him, catching his hand as he stumbled along. "She is dead... My mother is dead."

"This should not have happened," he said, turning neither right nor left. "This was not foreseen."

"Where are my brothers, Annubi?" demanded Charis shrilly. "Where are my brothers?"

"Safe. I kept them safe," he answered.

' 'And my father, Annubi-where is he?" She was sobbing again.

"Rode after them... Nestor's men. They attacked while we slept-slaughtered us in our sleep. Treachery. I have been asleep."

He stopped and turned to Charis, his features quickening once more. "You said something about your mother?"

"She is gone!" Charis cried. "Oh, Annubi, she is... dead... dead."

"Where?"

"Over there," replied Charis, pointing toward the coach.

The seer went to the body, knelt down, and placed his hand against the queen's cheek. "I am sorry, Briseis," he murmured. ' 'We saw but did not see... So blind... I should have seen this; I should have prevented it. A royal death... I thought... the High King's..."He shook his head wearily. "I did not think there would be others. I was asleep... too long, too long." Charis, standing near, began to sob.

He stiffened and turned abruptly, taking Charis by the shoulders. "No, Charis, there is no time for tears now."

"I do not understand," she cried. "I was picking flowers... I heard... I found her..." Her chin began to quiver.

"I know. But you must not think of yourself just now. There are others to tend to. We will mourn later; now there is work to do. I need you to help me with the wounded."

She sniffed and wiped at her eyes, and together they began surveying the horrid scene, searching among the bodies, separating the living from the dead and administering what little aid they could.

Charis worked without thought, senses numb, her hands and feet moving to Annubi's direction. She helped bind wounds and set broken bones-pulling here, holding there, lifting, tugging, wrapping, tying as Annubi instructed her. They were still so engaged when they heard the sound of horses on the road ahead.

"Hide yourself!" Annubi hissed.

Charis stood unmoving. The seer took her arm and spun her around. "Under the carriage. Quickly!"

At that moment a chariot flashed into view. Avallach, bleeding from wounds to his shoulder and chest, lit from the chariot and came toward them. Charis ran to him, throwing her arms around him. "Father, are you all right?"

Avallach disentangled himself and moved slowly to the queen's carriage, stood a moment looking down, then knelt and gathered up the body of his wife. He carried his queen to the shaded place beneath the tree where they had been asleep before the attack; he lay her down gently and folded her hands over her breast.

Charis came to stand beside Mm and reached for his hand. "She came back for you," said Avallach without looking at her. "She was safe but came back to find you." He pulled his hand away.

Kian rode in just then with the remains of Avallach's entourage-fewer than half the troop that had left Sarras. The king turned quickly and began shouting orders, saying, "We will ride on to Seithenin's. I want to reach his palace by nightfall." He turned to his seer. "Annubi, bring the princes. I want to see them now."

Shallow graves were scratched in the dust, and the dead buried where they had fallen. The body of the queen was covered and placed in her carriage. Charis was made to ride alone with the body. Annubi, thinking this a harsh and unnecessary punishment, tried to intervene. "Sire," he offered, "allow me to keep the child with me. You need have no thought for her then."

"She rides with the queen," declared Avallach firmly.

By late afternoon, the king's party was moving again. As the coaches rolled away Charis looked back: a morbid tranquillity had claimed the scene, with bare earth mounds scattered alongside the road and among the trees, and the corpses of horses, already swarming with flies, bearing mute witness to the atrocity that had taken place.

They reached Seithenin's palace in the dead of night. The gates had long since been closed but were hastily reopened when it was learned who waited out on the road. Seithenin, barefoot and dressed in his night robe, met them in the forecourt of his many-hailed palace. He greeted Avallach and, after a brief consultation, sent his seneschals scurrying back into the palace. Magi appeared a few minutes later and the body of the queen was consigned to their care. "Go with them, Annubi," Avallach ordered, and followed Seithenin into the palace.

"I will come to you later," Annubi told Charis. "Eat something if you can."

Charis nodded sadly. The stewards came for the others and conducted them to sleeping quarters. Charis and her brothers were given rooms in the royal chambers-Charis alone, the princes in rooms of their own.

Bare to the waist, Avallach sat on a stool while a Mage worked over him, cleaning his wounds with an aromatic salve and wrapping them in new bandages. Seithenin sat opposite, his expression fierce but his eyes coolly remote as he listened to Avallach's recitation of the tragic events of that afternoon.

"They came upon us from both sides at once," said Avallach. "There was no warning. We were asleep beside the road. There were four of them to every one of us. Swords and bows. They shot from horseback and then rode over us, hacking with their blades at anything that moved. It was over in an instant and they scattered.

"Ahh!" Avallach grimaced with pain.

"Be careful, you clumsy half-wit!" Seithenin shouted at the Mage, who apologized benignly and continued with his work.

Avallach gulped and continued, ' 'I rallied a handful of men and we rode after them. They left the road and we lost them in the forest soon after."

The Mage finished and withdrew silently. Seithenin produced a robe and draped it over Avallach's shoulders, then handed him a bowl of unmixed wine. "Drink this... it will calm you."

Avallach raised the bowl to his lips, saying "Dragging Nestor through the streets behind my chariot and nailing his headless carca.s.s to my gate would calm me more."

"It was Nestor? You are certain?"

Avallach gave Seithenin a sharp look. "Who else?"

"Did you see him?"

"No!" Avallach started from his stool. "But by the G.o.ds I know know who it was." who it was."

"Sit, sit." Seithenin motioned him back down. "Drink your wine. I only wondered if he dared show himself."

"Would you?"

Seithenin shook his head. "No, I would not." He paused, looked at Avallach sadly, and said, "That this hateful thing has happened on my land fills me with anger and remorse. My men are yours to command, Avallach, if you wish to send them out"

Avallach shook his head wearily. "I would do so if I thought there was even the narrowest hope of catching him. No, he has run too far to catch him now."

"What will you do?"

"I will go home and bury my wife," Avallach replied dully. He sipped the wine, and his features relaxed as some of the tension left his muscles.

"And then?"

"I cannot say."

Seithenin rose abruptly. "Of course. There is no need to think about it tonight. I will leave so you can rest. We will talk tomorrow." He moved toward the door where he paused and turned back. "I am sorry for the death of the queen, Avallach. I grieve with you. Briseis was a remarkable woman. You have my sympathy." He bade Avallach good night and left, closing the door gently behind him.

Charis sat on the edge of the bed and stared at a wall painting of a smiling brown boy on a blue dolphin amidst a sea boiling with creatures of all descriptions. She heard the door to her room creak as it swung open and then hesitant footsteps as someone entered.

"Charith?" said a soft voice. "Oh, Charith, I am thorry."

The princess looked around slowly. It was Liban, wearing a thin nightshift, an expression of deepest sorrow on her round face. "I heard about your" She could not make herself say the words but came to her friend and put her arms around her. "Oh, Charith... I heard."

"It was terrible," said Charis. "Terrible, Liban. She was all chopped up... I saw her die..."

"Do not thay it." She took Charis' hands and sank down beside her on the bed. They sat for a long time in silence; there were no words for what they were feeling.