The Shades Of Time And Memory Part 44

Chapter Thirty-Seven.

Kyrotates came to Ponclast in his broken tower and said, 'Tiahaar, a large force approaches us.'

It was mid afternoon and mellow sunlight gilded all the strangely beautiful ruins of Fulminir. On such a day could any har ride to war?

'Many tribes ride behind the Tigron's banner,' Kyrotates said.

Ponclast was in two minds: part of him scorned the Tigron's hubris for thinking he could simply march over to Fulminir and take it, while another feared that Pellaz har Aralis did this because he was confident he was about to enjoy a history-making victory. Pellaz no doubt knew about the shadow a.s.sa.s.sins, the attack on Galhea, and perhaps even Abrimel by now. Yet still he came, out in the open. In his place, Ponclast would have used sedim for a more clandestine approach. Should he send out his a.s.sa.s.sins now, even before Pellaz reached the fortress? Was that the reaction the Tigron was attempting to provoke? Did he have his own allies? Ponclast was troubled. He wished the Hashmallim were with him. Abraxis had talked of the teraphim dealing with the sedim, but so far there was only one teraph in Fulminir: Golab.

Ponclast summoned Diablo, who now spent most of his time amusing Geburael. The harling was growing swiftly into a strong-minded, demanding individual.

'I want you to observe the Tigron's forces,' Ponclast said. 'Do it discretely and do not put yourself in any danger. Report back to me shortly.'

He said to Kyrotates, 'Bring Calanthe har Aralis to me.'

Kyrotates bowed his head, but not before Ponclast noticed a furtive expression cross the har's face.

'I hope he paid well for what you have given him,' Ponclast said tartly.

Kyrotates looked him in the eye. 'Tiahaar....'

'Get out! Bring him here.'

Cal came very swiftly, as usual the epitome of reserve and tranquillity.

'Your chesnari rides toward us,' Ponclast said. 'Your thoughts?'

'Be prepared, tiahaar. That is my advice.'

'Your thoughts, Cal. Do you intend to fight at Kyrotates' side?'

'My fighting days are over.'

Ponclast exhaled through his nose impatiently. 'Speak plainly. If you don't, I will be forced to take extreme action. I would imagine that, despite your companion Moon Jaguar's Uigenna heritage, Pellaz still regards him as kin. I can think of several ways in which that glad fact might serve me.'

Cal appeared to ignore this threat. 'You cannot mistrust me completely, because here I am, alone in your presence. You must be aware that if I were representing the Gelaming, now might be a good time to a.s.sa.s.sinate you.'

'You think you could?' Ponclast laughed coldly. 'You delude yourself.'

'Not any more,' Cal said. 'You might be able to use Moon in some way to unsettle Pellaz, but then I wonder whether Pellaz, as he is now, could be affected by such a ploy. I wouldn't count on it.'

Ponclast felt he was very near to losing his temper. 'I don't want to hear any more of your slippery words, Cal. You are either with us, or you're not. I have just lit a fire beneath that fence you're sitting on. Jump off it before the flames consume you. You must convince me you have something to give and start giving it.'

Cal shrugged. 'All I can give you is the simple truth: this matter will be settled between you and Pellaz.'

'I know that. Give me the advantage. Give me information. You know him more intimately than anyhar. Prove to me he no longer has your loyalty.'

'I cannot help either of you with information.'

'That is not good enough.'

'There's nothing I can do about that. Perhaps Abrimel might be able to offer you more. Why don't you ask him?'

Ponclast was silent for a moment. When this was all over, Kyrotates was in for a nasty shock. 'Abrimel will take his hostling's place, on the Tigrina's throne in Immanion,' Ponclast said. 'I wonder where you will be at that time.'

Cal did not respond to that. 'Prepare yourself, tiahaar. I told you what I could, and you chose not to heed it. There's nothing else I can do.'

'I will take you with me to Immanion,' Ponclast said softly. 'Let us see how your hara welcome you home. You will be my gift to them.'

When the news came about the Gelaming advance, Moon and Tyson were sitting on a rooftop replacing tiles. Naturally, once the information circulated, everyhar around them downed tools and sought out their superiors. Moon noticed groups of hara glancing up at him and Tyson and knew they were being discussed. He was consumed by a raw burst of anger. They were in danger and Cal had put them there. It was likely the Teraghasts would now turn on them, and at the very least incarcerate them.

'What should we do?' Moon said. 'Where is Cal? Ty, I'm not happy about any of this.'

'Let's just go and ask what to do,' Tyson said. 'Be co-operative, remember?'

Moon grimaced. 'I wonder if that will be any good to us now.'

They descended the ladder against the building. Moon followed Tyson to their supervisor, who was surrounded by a group of workers, all talking at once. Tyson adopted his most respectful tone and asked the supervisor what he and Moon should do.

The Teraghast stared at them coldly. 'You will be escorted to your quarters,' he said. 'If the time for conflict has come, pray that it will be of short duration. I doubt if any of us will have time to concern ourselves with bringing you supplies for a while.'

Back in their quarters, Moon and Tyson sat out in the courtyard, straining to hear anything they could beyond the wall. There were sounds of great activity, but it was difficult to discern any useful details. Ever since Cal had told them about Aleeme, Moon had been filled with a heavy sense of dread. He couldn't bear to think of his friend suffering alone somewhere within the fortress. Perhaps Aleeme was already dead.

Moon had been too frightened to take aruna with Tyson again, and he sensed Ty felt the same, because it hadn't been mentioned. They slept in each other's arms and were in every other way intimate, but actual aruna was beyond them. Ever since they had been together, Moon had felt strange inside. He was not in pain, nor felt damaged exactly, but it was if a window onto infinity had opened within him. It was a hollow feeling that made him feel unsafe and disconnected from the world. Now, as the day lengthened into evening, Moon leaned against Tyson's chest, trying to find comfort in the contact, and not being too successful. Dusk was coming, soft as a veil over the landscape. What could they do? The idea of rescuing the Parasilians seemed ridiculous now. They would be lucky to escape with their own lives. He closed his eyes and thought about how wonderful it would be to descend into a comfortable darkness and then wake up and find it was all over, just a terrible dream. Then, in the blackness of his mind's eye, he saw a point of light, and a familiar presence brushed up against his consciousness, like the tail of a cat.

Moon drew in his breath sharply.

Tyson, murmured, 'what is it?'

Moon pulled away from Tyson and sat up. 'I think...' he said. 'Ty, I'm going to try and contact Pellaz.'

Tyson frowned. 'Is that wise? What if Ponclast senses it?'

'I don't care. What else can we do? I thought I felt Pell, just then, a feathery touch. He is near us now.'

'But he doesn't know we're here... does he?'

'I don't know. Help me amplify a call.'

Tyson twisted his mouth to the side. 'I don't think you should. It's too dangerous, and anyway, Pellaz will be totally occupied with other things. I doubt he'll hear you.'

'Please, Ty!'

'All right. If you insist, but I don't like it.'

They sat opposite each other and joined hands. Moon felt a steady pulse of strength pa.s.s from Tyson's fingers to his own. He projected a message with all his will: Pellaz, hear me!

For some moments, there was nothing, but then came a blast of communication that nearly knocked Moon to the floor.

You are in Fulminir?

Moon felt Tyson's hands grip his own more tightly. He had heard the message also.

Yes.

Why? Were you taken?

We came to help the Parasilians. We are virtually prisoners. A pause. We came with Cal.

Moon wasn't sure whether he should have relayed that last piece of information. For some time, there was only silence, and it seemed to Moon as if a desolate wind coursed through his head. Then came another blast of thought.

We are connected for a reason. It makes no sense, yet it does. You are partly in a world I have only recently discovered. Are you taking aruna with somehar?

No. But I did. Something happened.

Show me! Pellaz commanded. I can sense it. Show me quickly. It's important.

Show you what?

What happened during aruna. You are still open, Moon.

Moon tried to project a linear narrative of his experience with Tyson, although it was difficult. He felt slightly embarra.s.sed about having to give Pellaz such private information. Once he had shown all he could remember, there were again some moments of silence. Then Pellaz roared in his head once more. You must go back there. Now. Is that possible? I can meet you there. Guide you. Don't be afraid.

I don't understand... Meet me where?

In the cauldron of creation. In yours.

Moon opened his eyes and found Tyson staring at him. Despite this break in concentration, Pellaz's presence did not diminish.

Pellaz, I am worried, Tyson said, his eyes still open, will this communication be picked up? We are in danger enough.

Nohar is watching you, Pellaz replied. You appear to be far away from all other hara. My impression is that you are unimportant to them. Which is for the best... You are important. You don't realise how much. Having you in Fulminir with access to this procedure is priceless. Will you meet me?

I don't know how, Moon said, still gazing at Tyson. He had never experienced such clear mind touch before. I don't know what you mean.

Take aruna to its farthest point. The seal within you is partially open. I can perceive this. Let your mind go during aruna. Concentrate on the sixth energy centre and project yourself through the open seal. Tyson, you must take control and do all in your power to sustain your union. Do not concern yourself with a fear of making pearls. I will be waiting, I promise you. I'll send energy to help you reach for the right state. But hurry!

There was a sense of Pellaz withdrawing slightly, but Moon could tell the communication was far from broken.

Tyson looked as if he'd been beaten about the head, his expression dazed. 'What in the Ag's name is this about?' he said. 'Is Pellaz serious? He expects us to just...' He raised his arms in exasperation. 'It's insane!'

'No more insane than what we experienced before,' Moon said. 'Ty, he knew what I was talking about. He's told us to do it again. We have to.'

'More than anything, I want to, but this is crazy. What if it goes wrong?' Tyson shook his head. 'Forget I said that. I will accept the consequences, however bad.'

'Pellaz said not to worry about pearls,' Moon said dryly. He couldn't help feeling slightly insulted by Tyson's reaction, which was ridiculous for he was well aware of Ty's feelings.

'I was thinking of your safety too our safety. We know nothing about this.'

'Share breath with me. It's time we learned.'

The Gelaming had arrived at their destination and the issue of Ponclast and his otherworldly allies would be settled once and for all. Ashmael's forces had surrounded Fulminir at a distance of a couple of miles. The Parsic troops had joined them. Come sundown, they would slowly close in, the sedim alert for otherlanes attackers. At the same time, Pellaz and Galdra would summon the dehara, and Pellaz would seek to draw Ponclast from his lair.

In the centre of the Gelaming camp, the sedim stood around Pellaz and Galdra in a silent circle, the most potent of guardians. They had come unbidden once Pellaz had entered the site, which was protected and concealed by tall screens of pale silk on wooden frames. It had been the first part of the camp to be constructed: the rest had grown out around it.

Pellaz had asked Galdra to be with him at the temporary Nayati, so that he could make certain preparations for the night to come. He could now access the cauldron at will, and had been experimenting with summoning various dehara there. The Grissecon he and Galdra performed every night had somehow sterilised aruna between them: it was functional, utterly in their control, beyond pa.s.sion or need. They could sustain it for hours, pleasure that was not pleasure. They could hold open the gateway to the inner realms effortlessly.

Pellaz had not expected to come across the presence of Moon in the cauldron, or indeed of anyhar. He realised that his close relationship to Moon had enabled him to discover that hara in the same state might also in some way share the same s.p.a.ce. Perhaps there was only one cauldron, and when hara went into it, they could, under the right circ.u.mstances, perceive other hara engaged in the same activity. It was astounding. They knew so little and the more they discovered the less they seemed to know. Lileem could access the cauldron alone, presumably because of the way the realm she now inhabited had changed her. She and Pellaz had met three times since their initial encounter.

After he had communicated with Moon, Pellaz directed a message to Galdra. Can you sustain this for longer?

Yes.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Pellaz focused his thoughts and called to Lileem. Fortunately, she came to him very quickly, aware that this was a night of importance. They had already made certain plans together for it.

The place Lileem and Pellaz met appeared as a garden, where all the plants were golden and crystalline serpents shimmered through the undergrowth. Pellaz told Lileem about Moon. I have asked him to meet me here, he said. Was that the right thing to do? Was I rash? Will it harm him?

I don't know. I'll help you if I can.

Help me perceive him.

I will. I don't know Moon, but I know you. I will feel for energy that is akin to yours. Lileem's image, sitting on the golden gra.s.s, appeared almost fluid. She was like liquid crystal. I feel something... do you?

No. Help him, Lee. Can you bring him closer?

I'll try. Her image disappeared, yet her voice was still in Pell's inner ear. He is engaged in... something. Not just aruna... it is strange. He's not looking for you, Pell. He is... Wait. It's not Moon: Tyson is not part of it. I know Tyson's essence, because we once shared breath. These are different hara, but one of them is close to you in blood.

What? Who? Terez? It could be, because of your past intimacy, couldn't it?

No. Trust me, I'd know Terez! But very similar. He draws me. Do you have another brother, Pell?

Yes. Dorado... Snake. But how can it be him?

I'll attempt communication... wait...

Pellaz sat quietly for some moments, taking time to enjoy the peace of the inner realm. He was content to meditate there, away from concerns of the real world. What Moon had relayed to him earlier had troubled him, but he'd pushed it from his mind. Cal was in Fulminir also. Everything was closing in, perhaps spiralling out of control. He did not want to think about it. Perils and difficulties must be faced as they arose. As he calmed himself with this thought, his etheric body experienced a devastating shock. Out of nowhere, a swiftly moving heavy object collided with his being. He was knocked sideways and sensed the link of communication he'd had with Lileem sever abruptly. He also felt Galdra's shudder within him: Galdra was concentrating fully on sustaining their union. The impact had shocked the Freyh.e.l.lan badly, both in this reality and the earthly realm. Picking himself up, Pellaz saw the form of a har curled up on the ground before him. Moon. He was surrounded by a sparking cloud of aren, which Pellaz quickly brushed away from him, as if it was no more than a haze of gnats.

Moon! he commanded. Get up!

Moon appeared senseless, either with shock or terror. Pellaz crouched before him and laid his hands on Moon's body, filling him with calm. Presently Moon lifted his head and gazed about himself.

This is the cauldron, Pellaz told him. Don't be afraid. You have done very well. I was looking for you, but you came to me by yourself.

I fell through myself, Moon said. It was vile. I did what you said, but it was like turning inside out. I could feel this gaping hole inside me and there was nothing beyond it. But I couldn't stop. I had to fall through.