Pendragon Cycle - Taliesin Part 45

"You are a warrior race," Belyn replied. "You are hardened to battle-war is distasteful to us; and yet it is clear that war is necessary in this world if we are to hold our place in it."

"Are we to understand that you wish us to fight for you?" asked Elphin incredulously.

"In exchange for land, yes," answered Avallach.

Hafgan made a sound in his throat like a groan. Elphin's face hardened. "Keep your land! The Cymry are slaves to no one!"

Prince Maildun, a haughty sneer on his face, stood up. "It seems to me that you have little choice. You You need land, we need fighting men. It is that simple. Nothing else about you interests us." need land, we need fighting men. It is that simple. Nothing else about you interests us."

Elphin flushed red with anger and he opened his mouth in quick reply. But before he could speak Taliesin stepped forward, interposing himself between his father and Avallach. "Allow us to withdraw, King Avallach, so that we may discuss your offer among ourselves."

"We do not" began Elphin, blazing.

Taliesin spun toward him. "Let us leave at once," he said softly.

With that Elphin turned and stalked out. Hafgan and Taliesin followed. No one said a word until they had pa.s.sed through the ^all and reached the courtyard.

"Cuall would have killed him," said Elphin darkly, as sta-blehands came running across the yard with their horses.

"He spoke in ignorance," said Taliesin.

"Men have had their throats cut for less."

"He was genuinely mistaken," offered Hafgan.

"And if my dagger had been to hand, that son of his would be genuinely dead!"

"Is it your anger talking now," Taliesin said. "I will not listen."

The horses stood before them. Elphin grabbed the reins from the nearest hand and mounted. "Are you coming?"

"No," Taliesin said. "I will remain here a little longer and speak to Avallach, if I can."

"Be done with him. We are leaving this place."

"Let me speak to him alone first. It may be that he is already sorry for his error."

"Very well, talk to him," snapped Elphin. "And while you are talking, I will make ready to move on. It is clear we are no longer welcome here."

The horses clattered from the courtyard and Taliesin returned to the hall. He entered the corridor leading to the hall and glimpsed a movement in the shadows beside him. He stopped and called, "Come out, friend, and let us speak face to face."

A moment later the long, elegant form of Annubi stepped forth. Taliesin had seen Avallach's advisor before, but only briefly and at a distance. Now that he was near, however, Taliesin was struck by the strangeness of the man: the deathly pallor of his flesh, the slack mouth, the flat, gray eyes and rotten wisps of hair. The seer moved toward him, and the shadows seemed to deepen and move with him so that he was surrounded by darkness.

"A word, lord," sighed Annubi. He was very close now, and Taliesin caught the scent of rank dissolution as the seer exhaled.

"You are Avallach's advisor," said Taliesin.

"I was... once. But no longer." The seer watched him with his dead eyes. "I lost my sight and so lost my voice."

Taliesin shifted under that grim, unsettling gaze. "How can I serve you?"

"Leave us," hissed Annubi. "Your father is right-you are no longer welcome here. Leave and do not return."

"Why? Why do you want us to leave?"

"Avallach speaks of alliances and futures... Bah! Dreams! Delusions! There is no future for us. We belong to a world that is gone and can never return."

"Perhaps," said Taliesin. "Times change, the world changes. It is the way of things. But," he indicated the palace with a gesture, "you have not done so badly here."

"What you see around you is an illusion. It is nothing less than nothing!" He gripped Taliesin's shoulder with a long-fingered hand. "We are the echo of a voice that has died. And soon the echo will cease as well."

Taliesin reached up to remove the seer's hand and felt the bones beneath the sallow skin of his wrists. "But it has not ceased. Nor will it as long as there are those who hear." He continued along the corridor.

Annubi did not follow but shrank back into the shadows. "We are dying," he moaned, and the darkness of the corridor moaned with him. "Leave and let us die in peace!"

The seneschal ushered Taliesin into the inner chamber once more. Belyn was gone, but Maildun and Avallach were still there. Both men turned as Taliesin entered; Maildun frowned openly, but Avallach forced a smile. "Ah, Taliesin. Will you share wine with us?" He poured a cup and handed it to Taliesin.

"My father has told me of your prowess as a singer," remarked Maildun. "It is a pity that I will never hear you." The haughty smirk was back on his face.

"You of all men must understand," Taliesin said. "My father would be less than a king if he ignored open insults to himself and his people."

"So an alliance with us is an insult, is it?" demanded Maildun hotly. Avallach's eyes narrowed.

"You see how easily meanings can be lost?" said Taliesin.

"I understood perfectly!" said Maildun, slamming down his cup.

"Did you?" Taliesin faced him. "Then I was wrong to return here."

"Wait!" Avallach stepped forward. "I think I understand-or begin to. Stay, Taliesin; we will talk."

"Why do you persist in talking to these people?" cried Maildun angrily. "Every hand is against us, Father. If we are to survive it will be by the sword. Understand that!"

"Leave us, Maildun," Avallach said softly. "I will speak to Taliesin."

The prince again slammed down his cup; wine sloshed onto the stones at his~feet, deep and red as blood. Avallach refilled his own cup and motioned Taliesin to a chair as Mail-dun departed. "My son is an impatient man," said Avallach. "I was like him once. He wants what he cannot have and has what he does not want. It is difficult." The Fisher King moved to a chair and settled himself with utmost care. "Sit, Taliesin."

The bard took the seat drawn up beside him. "Your wound grieves you, Lord Avallach?"

"Alas, yes, it is beginning again," sighed Avallach. "It comes and goes."

"A most unusual malady," sympathized Taliesin.

"Indeed," agreed Avallach. "And the only cure to avail me is to have the priest Dafyd near."

"I too have felt the power of the priest-more precisely, the power of the G.o.d he serves. Perhaps if you were to swear loyalty to the Supreme Lord, the Christ" began Taliesin, the light leaping up in his eyes.

"Oh, but I have," said Avallach. "I have so sworn and have received the baptism of water in my own lake. As for me, so for my household. That is the way of our race. Still, the Most High has not deemed it suitable to heal my affliction. Perhaps, as Dafyd suggests, it is to teach me humility. I admit there is much I do not know about this new G.o.d."

Avallach sipped his wine pensively and then looked up, grinning happily. "An odd thing, is it not? Strangers from diiferent worlds, united by belief in the same G.o.d. Therefore, let us put misunderstandings behind us." He threw aside the cup as if it had been the source of the trouble between them.

"Well said, Lord Avallach," replied Taliesin. "I am certain that you intend no affront with your words. But you should know that your offer, however generously conceived, makes bondslaves of us. For among our race the land Belongs to the king and the king to the land; from ancient timei timei they are bound together. The clan depends on the just rule of the king to bring harmony and plenty to the land. As the king prospers, so prospers the land." they are bound together. The clan depends on the just rule of the king to bring harmony and plenty to the land. As the king prospers, so prospers the land."

"It is much the same with us," observed Avallach.

"The land is the king's to serve and protect. He grants it to his people in exchange for loyalty and arms in times of trouble."

"Thank you for informing me," he said after a time. "I see now how my words have offended, and I regret that I spoke ignorantly."

"I hold no rancor for you, Lord Avallach."

"Tell me then, Taliesin, how I may undo what I have done."

"It will not be easy," replied Taliesin.

"Name what I am to do and I will do it."

"Very well. This is how you will gain back my father's trust." Taliesin began to devise a plan which he related to Avallach; and the two agreed.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

When the melancholy came upon her, Charis sought solace in the saddle. She rode. And the wind and sun or, just as likely, the mists and rain sweeping through the dells soothed her restlessness. Out among the solitary hills, her loneliness was lost in the greater loneliness of the wild country. She returned from her rides calmed, if not content, her restive spirit subdued for a time.

But this time it did not work. She rode, and just when she seemed on the point of forgetting herself and allowing the sun and hills to work their magic, she looked back over her shoulder to see if he he might be riding behind her. And each time she did that, her heartbeat quickened in her breast and her breath caught in her throat. might be riding behind her. And each time she did that, her heartbeat quickened in her breast and her breath caught in her throat.

She told herself that he would not be there, that she did not want want to see him, but she looked just the same. And when she did not see him, a pang of disappointment flared up to poison any contentment she might have gained. For five days she rode the wild hills, returning every evening exhausted and unhappy. to see him, but she looked just the same. And when she did not see him, a pang of disappointment flared up to poison any contentment she might have gained. For five days she rode the wild hills, returning every evening exhausted and unhappy.

At night the palace was quiet and empty-far quieter and more empty than any time she could remember before the coming of the Cymry. Even Belyn and Maildun and their retinues did not fill the emptiness or banish the silence as had the Cymry with their songs and stories.

She ate with the others in the hall, but the meals were sedate to the point of torpor-both the talk and entertainment being bland as thin broth warmed-over. Curiously, the Cymry with their fire and flurry-intrusive as it might have seemed at the time-had infected the very air of the palace with brash vitality. Although they stayed only a short time, their presence had somehow permeated the life of the Fisher King's palace, making their absence now seem unnatural, as if a limb had been lopped from a thriving tree.

Charis often surveyed her surroundings. The palace which had always seemed elegant, if austere by Atlantean standards, now appeared bleak and ordinary: a drafty cattle pen on a marsh-bound peak. She could not imagine enduring another day in the place, let alone a lifetime. But she did endure and was miserable.

She returned from her riding early on the fifth day to see a black horse standing in the courtyard. She reined in beside the other and dismounted. "Is that the stranger's beast?" she asked the stablehand who stood holding the animal's bridle.

"It is, Princess Charis," replied the stablehand as she handed him her reins.

She paused for a moment and stood looking at the palace entrance, as if trying to decide whether to go in. Presently she stirred, moving slowly up the steps. She stopped once more a few paces inside the entrance. Someone was advancing toward her across the vestibule. Perhaps she had not yet been seen. She spun and started back outside.

"Wait!" came the call behind her. Her scalp and fingertips tingled to the sound. She hesitated.

Taliesin stepped into the square of light created by the open doorway. Charis stood as if poised for flight, on her toes, hands extended, her expression caught between antic.i.p.ation and surprise.

"Stay, Lady of the Lake," he said softly. A blue cloak was slung over his shoulder, the folds held by a silver brooch in the shape of opposing stag heads, antlers intertwined, emerald eyes gleaming. Charis gazed at the brooch, so as to avoid the singer's eyes.

"I thought to see you barefoot," he said, indicating the sandals on her feet. "But I see you have not missed your boots."

"A true prince would have returned them," she said, her voice a scratchy whine in her ears. She winced at the sound.

"Allow me to redeem myself," he replied lightly and stepped past her. He went outside to his horse and returned a moment later holding her abandoned boots. "I have kept them for you."

She made no move to take them.

"They are yours, Princess Charis, are they not?"

The sound of her name on his lips was like lightning falling from a clear sky. She felt heat rising to her face. "They are," she whispered, as if admitting a guilty secret.

"Put them on," Taliesin said, kneeling down before her with the boots.

She lifted her foot, resting her hand lightly on his shoulder for balance, and felt his fingers untie the knot, deftly removing the sandal from her foot. The boot slipped easily on and she raised the other foot, gazing at the light dancing in Tal-iesin's golden hair as he unwrapped the sandal. The warmth of his hand on her skin made her shiver. Her breath came in a gasp.

"I have been waiting for you," he said, straightening. His clear eyes were the deep green of the forest.

Words formed and clotted on her tongue. She had forgotten how to speak. "I-I was riding," she managed to force out.

"Ride with me now," he said, his tone urgent, inviting. "Show me where you go. Take me there."

Charis stared but no longer at his brooch; her eyes played over the contours of his face. Without a word she turned toward the door, walked to the courtyard, and mounted her horse, swinging easily into the saddle. Taliesin mounted and followed her down the serpentine track leading from the Tor, out over the raised causeway across the marsh.

Upon reaching solid ground at the end of the causeway, Charis urged her mount to speed and the gray lifted its hooves to race up the slope, sending a family of hares bounding to safety. She crested the rise and started down the other side, Taliesin behind her. Thus, they rode, flowing over the hills in a breathless chase under a bright, cloud-dappled sky. The soft green of new gra.s.s, tinted with myriads of tiny yellow sunblossoms, covered the earth.

Charis led him through the valley and along a swift-running stream. The valley narrowed and they came to a hawthorn thicket that stretched like a wall across the further end. Here Charis turned into the stream and pa.s.sed through the thicket where it thinned to accommodate the river.

The birch wood beyond the hawthorn was dim and cool, noisy with the chitterings of a host of red squirrels, thrushes, and blackbirds. The earth was damp and soggy with leaf mold and overlaid by a carpet of woodruff and Bellflower; honeysuckle draped the nearer shrubs, infusing the air with its sweet intoxication. Four red deer raised their heads at the sound of the riders' approach. They stared at the intruders for a moment and then, turning as one and leaping into the green shadows, vanished.

Charis and Taliesin rode slowly deeper into the wood, bending their way among the slender trunks, silent in one another's company. Now and again Charis could feel Talie-sin's eyes on her, but she would not look back on him, afraid to return his glance.

They came at last to a place where a huge black stone reared from the earth. At some time in the ancient past, two other stones had been leaned against it at angles and the tops of all three capped with a great stone slab. The quoit stood in the center of the wood, its square sides covered with gray and yellow lichen so that it appeared more vegetable than mineral, an enormous mushroom dominating the wood with its darkly brooding presence.

Charis brought her gray to a halt, stepping lightly from the saddle; she dropped the reins and walked to the quoit, putting her hands on the rough stone.

"I like to imagine that this is a cenotaph," said Charis after a moment, "that in this place, a long time ago, some great event or something very tragic occurred." Her eyes flicked to Taliesin, who sat leaning on the pommel of his saddle, watching her. "Do not tell me otherwise, even if you know."

"Undoubtedly," Taliesin replied, sliding down from his mount. "The world is made up of events both great and tragic. Some are observed and remembered, but others... others take place away from the eyes of the world and remain forever unknown. But tell me, what is it that you imagine happened here?" He stepped toward her.

Charis put her ear close to the stone and closed her eyes. "Shh," she whispered. "Listen."

Taliesin heard the sounds of the active wood around them, the buzzing of insects, the trilling of birds, the ruffling of leaves in the breeze. He gazed at the woman before him, thrilled by the sight of her. She was fair as a sun-bright summer day, with eyes as deep and clear and ever-changing as the sea; slim and regal, her every movement was endowed with grace. She wore a simple white garment with a green and gold girdle at her waist, but they were the raiment of a G.o.ddess. He had never seen a woman more beautiful or more beguiling. Merely to see her was to gaze upon a mystery. He felt that he would gladly give his life to simply go on looking at her as he stood looking at her now, knowing he would never discover the mystery.

"What do you hear?" Taliesin asked.

Her eyes opened and she said candidly, "There was a woman..." Pacing around the quoit she continued, "... who came to this place from a realm beyond the sea. Her life was hard, for the land was harsh, and she could not help remembering all that she had left behind. She longed to return to her home across the sea, but it had been destroyed by a great tumult of fire and she could not return. She grew lonely, and to ease her loneliness she rode her horse among the hills, searching for something-she knew not what.