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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
The Parson rode boldly into the clearing where twenty-three survivors of the Daggers'
force had gathered. Several were wounded, their scaled limbs bound. Others were keeping watch, rifles poised, for any attack from the Bears. Holding the Bloodstone high, the Parson guided his mount in amongst his enemies and voiced the single word that his G.o.d had commanded him.
'Pendarric,' he said, as rifles were aimed at his chest; the guns were lowered instantly.
'Follow me,' ordered the Parson, riding from the clearing. The reptiles took up their weapons, formed two lines and marched out behind his horse. The Parson was exultant.
'How mysterious are the ways of the Lord,' he told the morning air. 'And how great are His wonders.' On the plain before the city lions gathered in great numbers, padding forward to stand in the Parson's path. He lifted his Stone. 'Give way!' he bellowed. A black-maned beast reared up in pain, then ran to the left. The others followed it, leaving a path through which the Parson heeled his mount.
He led the reptiles to the northern gateway and then turned in the saddle. 'All who resist the Will of G.o.d must die,' he declared. Confident that the awesome power of the Creator was with him, he entered the gateway. Beyond it he saw many people. None stood in his way; they gazed with frank, open curiosity as the marching reptiles and the Parson rode on through white-walled streets.
A young woman with a child stood close by, holding the toddler's hand. 'The Temple,'
enquired the Parson. 'How shall I reach it?' The woman pointed to a high domed building and he approached it. The Temple pillars were ma.s.sive, and close-set. He dismounted and walked up the long stairway with the reptiles behind him.
An old man moved out to stand before him. 'Who seeks the wisdom of the Law of One?' he asked.
'Step aside for the Warrior of G.o.d,' the Parson told him.
'You cannot enter,' replied the old man pleasantly. 'The priests are at prayer. When the sun touches the western wall, then may your entreaties be heard.'
'Out of my way, old man,' the Parson ordered, drawing his pistol.
'Do you not understand?' asked the High Priest. 'It is not allowed.'
A shot echoed in the Temple corridors and the High Priest fell back without a sound, blood pumping from a hole in his brow. The Parson ran into the Temple, the reptiles swarming after him. Taking their new master's lead, they began firing on the priests inside who ran for shelter. Ignoring the carnage, the Parson scanned the building, seeking the Inner Sanctum. There was a narrow doorway at the end of the long hall and he ran to it, kicking it open. Within was an altar and another old man was hastily gathering scrolls of gold foil.
He looked up and struggled to rise, but the pistol bucked in the Parson's hand and he fell.
The Parson knelt by the scrolls and lifted his Stone.
'Hear me, Lord. I have done your bidding.'
Pendarric's face shimmered before him. 'The scrolls,' he said. 'Read them.'
The Parson lifted a section of gold foil and unrolled it. 'I cannot make out the symbols,' he said.
'I can. Discard that one. Take another.'
One by one the Parson opened the foils, his eyes scanning the curious stick-like symbols.
At last, when he had finished, he looked into the eyes of G.o.d and saw they were troubled.
'What must I do, Lord?' he whispered.
'Bring the Sword of G.o.d to the earth,' Pendarric told him. 'Today. There is a peak to the south. Climb it - but first lay your Stone upon the body of the priest beside you. Place it on his blood. There it will gather strength. When you have climbed the peak, lift the Stone and call upon the Sword. Bring it to you. You understand?'
'Yes,' answered the Parson. 'Oh, yes. My dreams fulfilled. Thank you, Lord. What then must I do?'
'We will speak again when you have obeyed me.' The face disappeared.
The Parson laid his Stone on the bleeding chest of the priest, watching as the blood seemed to flow into it, swelling its veins. Then he took it once more and rose.
From outside came the sound of more gunshots. He ran through the hallway, down the steps, and leapt to his horse. Ignoring the reptiles, he galloped back to the main gateway, and on to fulfil G.o.d's wishes.
Shannow ran from the room when the first shots sounded, pushing past Amaziga and taking the steps two at a time. The courtyard was deserted, save for the two horses tethered there. More shots came from the Temple building and Shannow drew his pistols and advanced across the courtyard. A reptile ran into view with a rifle in his hands. As Shannow's pistol came up, the reptile spotted him and swung his weapon to bear.
Shannow's gun fired, the creature spun back into the wall and fell to his face on the stones.
The Jerusalem Man waited for several seconds, watching the entrances, but no other reptiles came in sight. He ducked past the fountain and ran across the open s.p.a.ce to the rear of the Temple, where a wooden door blocked his access. Lifting his foot, he crashed it against the lock and the door burst inwards. A shot splintered the wood of the frame as he dived through and rolled to his left. Bullets hissed and whined around him, ricocheting from the mosaic floor. As he came to his knees behind a pillar, he heard the sound of running feet from his right. Twisting, he levelled his pistols... three reptiles died. He watched the Parson run from a doorway to the left; two Daggers moved aside to let him pa.s.s and Shannow killed them both. A sh.e.l.l tore through the collar of his coat and he returned the fire, but missed. Then he was up and running for a second pillar as bullets hissed by him. A Dagger ran into his path with knife raised. Shannow shot twice into the beast's body. All around, the reptiles were running for the great doorway.
Silence fell within the Temple as Shannow reloaded his pistols and stood. Amaziga appeared in the doorway, Nu and Oshere with her, and ran to the room Shannow had seen the Parson emerge from. The Jerusalem Man returned his guns to their scabbards and followed them. Within the small chamber, Nu was kneeling with Amaziga beside a dying priest. He was old, white-bearded, and his chest was stained with blood.
'I am the leaf,' whispered the priest as Nu lifted his head and cradled him.
'G.o.d is the tree,' Nu responded softly.
'The circle is complete,' said the man. 'Now I will know the Law of the One, the Circle of G.o.d.'
'Now you will know,' said Nu. 'The streams flow into the rivers, the rivers into the sea, the sea into the clouds, the clouds into the streams. The rich earth into the tree, the tree to the leaf, the leaf to the earth. All life forms the Circle of G.o.d.'
The dying priest smiled. 'You are a Believer. I am glad. Your circle goes on.'
'What did they want? What did they take?' asked Amaziga.
'Nothing,' answered the priest. 'He read the sacred scrolls, and summoned a demon. The demon told him to bring the Sword of G.o.d to the earth.'
'No!' Amaziga whispered.
'It is of no matter, Chreena,' said the priest, his voice fading. His head fell back in Nu's arms; the shipbuilder gently lowered the body to the floor and rose.
'They were fine words,' Shannow told him.
They are part of the writings of the One. There is perfection only in the circle, Shannow: to understand that is to understand G.o.d.' Nu smiled and began to walk around the chamber, searching the carved walls, studying each projection. Shannow joined him.
'What do you seek?'
'I'm not sure. The Stones would have been kept in this room but I have no idea where - only the High Priest knew, and he pa.s.sed the knowledge to his successor.'
The room was small and square, though the altar was circular. The limestone walls were splendidly sculpted, graceful figures with painted eyes and long, tapering hands that reached for the sky. Shannow walked to the altar and stood gazing down on the flat, polished surface. Engraved there, and filled with gold leaf, was a wondrous tree with golden leaves. He ran his fingers lightly over the surface, tracing the branches. The design was beautiful and restful to the eye. Around the rim of the altar birds were carved -some in flight, some nesting, others feeding their young. Again the principle was the circle from the egg to the sky. His fingers traced over the carvings, resting at last on the nest and the single egg. It moved under his fingers and taking a firm grip, he lifted the egg clear. It was small and perfectly white; but once in his hand it became warm, the colour growing from white to cream, to yellow and finally to gold.
'I have what you seek,' he said and Nu came to him and took the golden egg from his palm.
'Yes,' Nu agreed, his voice low. 'You have indeed.'
'The Stone from Heaven,' said Oshere. 'Wondrous. What will you do now?'
'It is not mine to take,' replied Nu. 'But if it were, I would return to my land and try to save my wife and children from the coming cataclysm.'
Then take it,' Oshere told him.
'No!' cried Amaziga. 'I need it. You need it. I cannot watch you change again.'
Oshere turned away from her. 'I... wish you to have the Stone, Nu-Khasisatra. I am a prince of the Dianae. The High Priest is dead and I have the right to bestow the Stone.
Take it. Use it well.'
'Let me have it just for a moment,' pleaded Amaziga. 'Let me make Oshere well again.'
'No!' Oshere shouted. The Sipstra.s.si will not work against itself, you have seen that. It made me what I am. The power is too great to waste on a man like me. Can you not understand that, Chreena? I am a lion who walks like a man. Even magic cannot change what I am ... what I will become. It does not matter, Chreena. You and I, we will see the ocean and that is all I want.'
'What about what I want?' she asked him. 'I love you, Oshere.'
'And I love you, Dark Lady... more than life. I always will. But nothing is for ever, not even love.' He turned to Nu. 'How will you find your way home?'
'There is a circle of stones beyond what was once the Royal Gardens. I shall go there.'
'I will walk with you,' said Oshere and the three men left the chamber. Amaziga stayed beside the dead priest, staring at the golden scrolls.
The circle of stones had been largely untouched by the centuries, though one had cracked and fallen. Nu walked to the centre of the circle and offered his hand to Shannow.
'I learned much, my friend,' he said. 'Yet I did not discover the Sword of G.o.d as I was commanded.'
'I'll find it, Nu ... and do what needs to be done. You find your family.'
'Farewell, Shannow. G.o.d's love be with you.'
Shannow and Oshere walked out of the circle and Nu lifted the Stone and cried out in a language Shannow could not understand. There was no flash of light, no drama. One moment he was there ... the next he had gone.
Shannow felt a sense of loss as he turned to Oshere. 'You are a man of courage,' he said.
'No, Shannow, I wish that I were. But Sipstra.s.si has made me what I am. Chreena used the magic of the Stones to reshape me, but almost immediately I began to revert. She is a stubborn woman and she would use all the Stones in the world to hold me. Such a gift from G.o.d should not be wasted in that way.'
The two men walked slowly back to the Temple. Crowds had now gathered and the bodies of the slain priests were being carried from the building. 'Why did they not fight?' asked Shannow. 'There were so few of the enemy.'
'We are not warriors, Shannow. We do not believe in murder.'
Inside the Temple Amaziga joined them, her face set and hard.
'We must talk, Shannow. Excuse us, Oshere.' She led the Jerusalem Man back into the Inner Sanctum; the priest's body was gone, but blood still stained the floor. Amaziga swung on him. 'You must follow the killer, and stop him. It is vital.'
'Why? What harm can he do?'
'The Sword must be left as it is.'
'I still do not see why. If it serves G.o.d's purposes ...'
'G.o.d, Shannow? G.o.d has nothing to do with the Sword. Sword? What am I saying? It is not a sword, Shannow; it is a missile - a nuclear missile. A flying bomb.'
'Then the Parson will blow himself to h.e.l.l. Why concern yourself?'
'He will blow us all to h.e.l.l. You have no conception of the power of that missile, Shannow.
It will destroy everything that you could see from the tower. For two hundred miles the earth will be scorched and laid bare. Can you comprehend that?'
'Explain it to me.' Amaziga took a deep breath, trying to marshal her words. As a Guardian and a teacher, her memory had been enhanced by Sipstra.s.si and she could summon all the facts concerning the missile, yet none of them would serve to help her explain it to Shannow. It was an MX (Missile experimental). Length: 34. 3 metres. Diameter: 225 centimetres at first stage. Speed: 18, 000 miles per hour at burn-out. Range: 14, 000 kilometres. Yield: 10 X 350 kilotons. Ten warheads, each with the capacity to destroy a city. How could she explain that to an Armageddon savage?
'In the Between Times, Shannow, there was great fear and hatred. Men built awesome weapons and one was used on a city during a terrible war. It destroyed the city utterly; hundreds of thousands of people were killed by that single blast. But soon the bombs were made even more powerful, and great rockets were constructed that could carry the bombs from one continent to another.'
'How did the nations survive?'
'They didn't, Shannow,' she said simply.
'And these bombs caused the earth to topple?'
'Not exactly. But that is not important. The... Parson?... must not be allowed to interfere with the missile.'
'Why does it stand in the sky? Why is it surrounded by crosses, if not from G.o.d?' he asked.
'Come back to my rooms and I will tell you as best I can. I do not have all the answers. But promise me, Shannow, that when I have explained it to you, you will ride to stop him.'
'I will decide that when you have explained it all.'
He followed her to her chambers and sat down opposite her desk. 'You know,' she said, 'that this land was once below the oceans? Where we are now was once an area of sea known as the Devil's Triangle. It acquired that name because of the unexplained disappearances of ships and planes. You understand about planes?'
'No.'
'Men used to ... It was discovered that it was possible for machines to take to the skies.
They were called planes; they had wide wings, and engines that propelled them at great speeds through the air. What you will see cl.u.s.tered in the sky around the... Sword, are not crucifixes or crosses, but planes. They are trapped in some sort of stasis field.... Dear G.o.d, Shannow, this is impossible!' She poured a goblet of wine from the pitcher on her desk and drank deeply, then she leaned forward. 'The Adanteans used the power of a great Sipstra.s.si Stone and aimed it at the sky. Why, I do not know, but they did it. When Atlantis sank beneath the oceans, the power of the Stone continued. It trapped more than a hundred planes and ships. It would have been more, but the field is very narrow; the power has been decreasing over the years, and the ships fell to earth. You can still find their ruined hulks out on the desert beyond the Chaos Peak. How it trapped the missile, I can only guess. When the earth toppled for the second time, there were ma.s.sive earthquakes. By then the weapons centres were run by computers and they probably registered the enormous earthquakes as nuclear strikes, and responded. That's why the levels of radiation are still so high over most of the world. The earth toppled, missiles were released and any opportunity of salvaging some remnants of civilisation was gone. This missile was probably fired from somewhere in a country called America. It crossed the stasis field and has remained there for three hundred years.'
'But surely the Between Timers would have seen - as we do - the planes hanging in the air?
If they had such great weapons, why did they not destroy the Stone?'
'I don't think they could see the planes. I think the Sipstra.s.si was originally programmed to hold the objects in another dimension, invisible to us. Only when the power began to drain did they become visible.'
Shannow shook his head. 'I do not understand any of this, Amaziga; it is beyond me.