Crown of Destiny (30 page)

"What of the faerie post? Surely we will not leave them behind," Lara said.

"They will disappear tomorrow when all of The City is involved in Yamka Ahasferus's wedding celebration. Remember we must use our magic to make it possible for the two worlds to move easily back and forth between Hetar and Terah," he reminded her. "'Twas a clever way to end the stalemate between the two sides over the wedding."

"It is not difficult," Lara said. "We simply open a short Golden tunnel between Hetar and Terah, but of course we will have to see it looks like a well-lit and beautifully decorated corridor so the wedding guests are not frightened by it. The bridal couple will be the first to pass through it, and the others will follow."

"Going from night to dawn will astound the Hetarians," Kaliq remarked. "They have no real concept of anyone or anything but themselves."

"The Terahns are little better," Lara agreed, "but few of them will go to the Hetarian ceremony. Vaclar's father and mother, of course. His uncle and great-uncle, perhaps. But simple Terahns are little interested in Hetar even today, although they have certainly embraced certain Hetarian customs and ways that the trading vessels and their sailors brought," Lara noted disapprovingly. "I remember Terah as I first saw it, and it was glorious, Kaliq. Now with that ridiculous imitation of The City on the plain before the castle..." She shook her head. "Dasras and I loved riding over that plain. But those times are gone, and they cannot be retrieved, more's the pity."

"Seeing something you love die is always difficult, my love, but we have a new life awaiting us in the Cosmos," Kaliq said.

"But first the wedding, a visit to Belmair, and then..."

"And then new adventures," he replied. "We will gallop together, you and I, upon Dasras's back amid the stars of the Cosmos, my darling. There are so many worlds out there, Lara, and new ones being born every day."

He sounded so happy, Lara thought. She had not heard that tone in his voice in years. It was boyish, excited. He was eager to move on now, and so was she. They had done their best for Hetar, but they were only magic, and magic could not correct all mortal ills. And sometimes it made them worse. Perhaps protecting Hetar from itself had been an error, and the magic should have left long ago.

As the servants had been sent from Shunnar, Lara fed them that night with faerie bread, and Kaliq conjured up a decanter of forest berry frine for them to drink. She did not know that he placed a strong protection spell about Shunnar that night, for he sensed the darkness reaching out with curious fingers. They must not be taken. He hoped that Kolgrim would keep the peace between them for the wedding, but he did not trust to it. Kaliq knew that, like a greedy child, Kolgrim was already tasting his victory, and was more than eager to have it all.

T
HE MORNING CAME
. The bloodred sun rising into a dun-colored sky. They ate their final meal in their garden. Lara noticed that the flowers were drooping, and the sound of birdsong was gone. They hardly spoke, either with voice or in the silent language of their race. They ate, and then they bathed. The silence surrounding them had become almost eerie. Only the soft sound of the water soothed them.

Kaliq dressed himself in his white silk trousers and tunic. The tunic was simple, but its high collar and the cuffs of its sleeves were sewn with gold threads in a geometric design and tiny diamonds. On his feet were deep blue leather slippers. Atop his dark head he had a small turban centered with a large diamond. His long white silk cloak was lined with cloth-of-gold. He looked handsomer than Lara could ever remember. He was both powerful and impressive in appearance, and she told him so.

Lara, however, had done as she had promised him. She wore fawn-colored fitted leather trousers, a forest-green silk vest over a full-sleeved cream-colored silk shirt, which was open to reveal her thin gold chain with its sparkling crystal star. Within the star her guardian spirit, Ethne, resided. Ethne had been silent of late, but suddenly she spoke.

Be careful today, my child.

Do you sense danger?
Lara asked her.

The Twilight Lord will challenge you this day,
Ethne answered.

I give him Hetar willingly,
Lara replied.

Hetar is but part of his plan. He wants you, for he believes you are an important part of Hetar. He will try to strike you in your heart to gain his way. Be wary of all he says, and all he does, no matter how innocent he pretends to be. He will not keep the peace between you this day, my child.
Ethne's light dimmed slightly, and she grew silent.

"Did you hear her?" Lara said to Kaliq as she drew on her well-worn boots.

"I did," he answered.

"Protect Marzina at all costs," Lara said to him. She strapped her singing sword, Andraste, onto her back. "I can protect myself."

I am Andraste, and I sense the blood of the wicked,
the sword sang softly.

"It is time to go," Kaliq said. "Say your farewell to Shunnar, my love, for we shall not see it again." His bright blue eyes swept about his garden, and then he led her out to the wide corridor with its open balustrade. Looking down into the valley below, they saw the grassy meadow that had always been there but then, before their eyes, it disappeared, turning to bloodred sand. "Kolgrim's warning to us that he is now in charge," Kaliq said grimly. "The darkness has begun, but the light will come again one day."

Lara looked up into his face. She touched his sensuous lips with hers. "The light will always overcome the darkness, my lord. I will see you in Terah." And then she was gone in a puff of violet smoke that he noticed was suddenly tinged darker.

Wrapping his cloak about him, Kaliq transported himself to the beautiful rotunda of Grugyn Ahasferus's house, where the Hetarian wedding ceremony was just beginning. The auburn-haired bride garbed in cream-and-gold silk was weighed down with jewels. The groom was equally resplendent, and the guests were suitably impressed by the ceremony joining the heir to Terah with Grugyn Ahasferus's last granddaughter.

As it came to an end, Kaliq discreetly opened a Golden tunnel in a rear wall of the rotunda. To the mortal eye it appeared to be a grand corridor with a floor of gold and white marble squares down the center of which had been laid a dark red carpet. The walls of the corridor were lined with gold and crystal sconces burning scented candles that perfumed the air with the fragrance of late-summer lilies. The lights flickered and gleamed, but amazingly did not burn down. The ceiling of this grand passageway was glass that went from sunset to night and finally predawn. Terahns were wed at sunrise. Vaclar and his bride would reach the great gardens of his father's castle just in time.

Lara had already arrived. At first she was not recognized as the warrior she was. Lara smiled wickedly. "What, Cadarn? You do not know your own great-grandmother?"

He gaped at her.

"This is what you wear to a wedding?" Domina Paulina cried angrily. "Your garb was finer for your son's wedding. Is Terah to be less respected than Hetar, but then you are Hetarian," she sneered.

"I am faerie, Domina. Neither Hetarian nor Terahn. This is my natural garb, and I honor you by reminding you of the faerie woman who, not once, but twice, saved Terah. By making a fresh blood tie between the children of Grugyn Ahasferus's granddaughters I may have given you some respite from what is about to befall you." Reaching back, Lara drew her sword from its sheath.

Both Dominus Cadarn and his wife stepped back nervously.

Andraste opened her jeweled eyes, fixing them in her stern gaze.
I am Andraste, the sword of Justice. I greet you in peace great-grandson of Magnus Hauk,
she sang in her deep beautiful voice.

The Dominus and Domina stared openmouthed in surprise.

"How did you make the sword talk," Cadarn finally asked.

Lara laughed. "Andraste speaks for herself, my lord. I have nothing to do with it. She was forged for me by the great Shadow sword master, Prince Lothair."

"Magic is not welcome here," Cadarn said, and his wife nodded vigorously.

"Shall I depart then?" Lara taunted him. "Shall I close the Golden passageway that has just opened into your gardens so the bridal couple may easily emerge from Hetar in order that both you and the family Ahasferus may each have your day of boasting and celebration? Oh! I see your guests have already gathered." She smiled at the couple.

"Could you not at least dress as the widow of a Dominus should?" Cadarn said.

Lara fixed him with a hard look. "I am dressed as the faerie widow of Magnus Hauk would be dressed. You never knew that female. You only knew the quiet creature who tried so hard not to distress her son's wife, and her son's successors by being what she was not.
Mortal.
I am not mortal, Cadarn. I am
Faerie!
Be glad I have honored you on this day for after it I will be gone, and with me, all of the magic that once blessed this world. The only hope I can leave with you is that one day the light will come again, for the darkness cannot ever hope to prevail entirely. Now, Domina, go and greet the bridal couple for they are here, and must be properly prepared. It is almost dawn." Then Lara turned from them and went to greet Kaliq and her daughter, Marzina, who had come through the Golden tunnel together.

The Hetarian guests now coming through from what they believed was a Grand Corridor into the gardens of the Dominus's castle were both amazed and awed. Stepping into the broad passageway from the great rotunda of Grugyn Ahasferus's mansion, they had been unable to help looking up at the glass ceiling where the sky was ripe with the setting sun. As they strolled through the corridor's exquisitely decorated broad hall, admiring its elegance, their eyes kept gazing up. The skies above them grew darker until it was a night filled with myriad twinkling stars that faded into a false dawn and then the predawn sky. As they exited liveried servants hurried to escort them to their places. About them an autumn garden was in full bloom.

Certain of the guests were requested to follow the senior servants. The Ahasferus family, Palben, his wives, the Twilight Lord, Marzina, Kaliq and Lara were brought, not to their seats, but to the royal baths where they joined with the Terahn guests. Through an open portico they could see fingers of color--palest pinks, peaches, lavender and green, followed by potent reds, golds, oranges and purples--reaching forth to stain the sky. Then over the dark rimmed horizon the scarlet sun burst forth.

Vaclar and Yamka were divested of their bridal garments. They were displayed by the bath attendants to the gathered guests to show their bodies were healthy and fit to wed. Although they had been told of this custom the Hetarians present looked somewhat askance on the proceedings. But they stood silent with the Terahns as the young couple were thoroughly bathed before them. Then traditional Terahn wedding garments were brought forth. The Hetarians thought them rather plain and simple.

Yamka was garbed in a long sleeveless gown of white silk. The long skirt was pleated in rows of narrow pleats. The neckline was draped to rest upon her collarbone, and about her waist was a narrow gold chain. The bride's long dark auburn hair was braided with golden ribbons into a single thick plait, and she wore gold-bejeweled sandals upon her feet. Vaclar's garb matched his bride's. He wore a knee-length white silk tunic whose skirt fell in graceful folds rather than pleats. About his waist was a gold chain, and on his feet golden sandals. Around his neck was a heavy gold chain with a ruby pendant carved with the seal of Terah's heir.

Led back into the gardens that overlooked the fjord, the Domina Paulina placed a wreath of multicolored autumn flowers on the head of her son, the groom, and then on the head of his bride. She joined their hands, and the High Priest from the Temple of the Great Creator began the simple ceremony.

"Do you, Vaclar, son of Dominus Cadarn and Domina Paulina, grandson of Dominus Amhar, great-grandson of Dominus Taj, great-great-grandson of Dominus Magnus and great-great-great-grandson of Dominus Ejnar, of the Clan Hauk, and you, Yamka, daughter of Kavah and his wife, Ahana, granddaughter of Lord Grugyn Ahasferus and his wife, Camilla, pledge yourselves to each other as husband and wife?"

"Yes!" Vaclar said loudly.

"Yes!" Yamka echoed him.

"Then let it be so in the eyes of the Great Creator of us all. You are now wed, Prince Vaclar and Lady Yamka," the High Priest said. "The Great Creator blesses your union, and gives you many children and much happiness in the years to come. It is done. Now greet your guests!"

The bridal couple turned, and a great cheer went up from the assembled guests.

"So now you have united the world of Hetar as publicly as you did secretly once before," Kolgrim murmured in Lara's ear. "You have made it easier for me, dearest mother. Thank you for that."

"I have done what I could to save these mortals whom you will now drag into the darkness. Just remember, Kolgrim, the darkness will not prevail forever."

"So say you, but you cannot be certain this time that your words are not hollow," the Twilight Lord told his mother. "I will overcome the light. And when that day comes I will reach out to Belmair, and then I shall move out into the Cosmos, seeking new worlds to bring under my control."

"And will the son you have bred on Nyura wait patiently for his chance to rule while you play the conqueror, Kolgrim?" Lara taunted him. "Remember, this child's veins run doubly with Usi's blood. He will be stronger than you one day, especially if your beautiful Hetarian mate retains Ulla's gift," Lara said wickedly. "She has not given you her power yet, has she? Like all Hetarians, Nyura is acquisitive, my son."

"She does not know how to use her gift," Kolgrim shot back.

"But it makes no difference if you do not have it," Lara retorted. "Oh, dear."

Kolgrim laughed. "You may be faerie, Mother, but you have a tiny ribbon of cruelty in your heart that quite appeals to me."