Naamah's Kiss (95 page)

It went fast.

They were good, Bao and Dai, and they were angry. They fought well and swiftly and hard, taking down all six sentries. I didn't blame them. I, too, grieved for Tortoise, who had always seemed too humble and kind for the lifestyle he had chosen. Homely Tortoise, first to swear loyalty, first to embrace the impossible romance of our quest. In his honor, I made myself watch Bao and Dai avenge his death. Jiang Quan's men got out a few shouts of warning, but not many.

Answering shouts came from the mountainside above them, and scrambling sounds.

The princess leaned over in the saddle and touched my arm. "Now, Moirin. We must go."

"Aye, my lady." I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and nudged my mount hard with my heels. He leapt forward willingly. We rode into the circle of firelight where six men lay dead, and two living ones leaned on their staves, breathing hard.

I dismounted and turned my horse loose, knotting the reins around his muscled neck. "Run free, brave heart," I whispered to him. "Where we go, you cannot carry us."

He whickered softly, chestnut ears pricked.

I slapped his flank. "Go!"

He went; they all went, hoofbeats scattered in the darkness.

"So." I turned my gaze to the mountainside. The entrance to the Stone Forest loomed above us like a gateway, like an immense dolmen. This was a place where water had eaten away all the soft parts of rock. What remained, endured. It was truly an immense maze. Here and there, sparks of torchlight were moving on the steep slopes, briefly glimpsed and swiftly hidden. I breathed deeply and summoned the twilight, folding it like a cloak around the princess and myself. The night took on a silvery sheen. "Lead on, my lady."

Snow Tiger lowered her blindfold that the dragon might look out of her eyes. "This way."

If the waiting had been agonizing, the climb was a thousand times worse. In my eagerness to prevent any unnecessary sacrifices, I'd overlooked the one glaring flaw in my plan, which was that Bao and Dai couldn't see to follow us. When I took Bao's hand to guide him, he shuddered violently and nearly pulled away.

"I'm sorry!" he whispered. "It's like being touched by a ghost."

Although his hand felt warm and solid to me, I remembered how it had felt when the spirit Focalor had touched me, at once tangible and unsubstantial, strange flickers of energy crackling against my skin. I hadn't liked it either, but I saw no choice here. "Well, you'll have to endure it."

Thus did we pass beneath the stone doorway and enter the labyrinth, the invisible leading the blind. I followed Snow Tiger's shimmering figure, coiled all around with the dragon's gleaming life force, leading Bao by the hand. Dai followed hard on his heels, one hand on Bao's shoulder.

Torches descended toward us, bright as falling stars in the twilight. A handful of men gained the base of the mountain and discovered our handiwork. Others wandered lost in the darkness, shouting to one another in confusion.

The dragon led us in a twisting, circuitous route to avoid them. Were it not for his guidance, we would surely have gotten lost ourselves. Time and time again, we paused and huddled on the far side of a great stone obelisk while one of Lord Jiang's soldiers scrambled and huffed past us. Bao and Dai hunkered in the deepest shadows, holding their breath. I forced myself to breathe slowly and deeply, holding the twilight firmly in my grasp.

At least we were outdoors.

It helped; it helped a great deal. Gods knew, I was scared. My nerves were strung as taut as a bowstring. But it was a rational fear based on very real danger, not the unreasoning panic that threatened me when I was trapped in man-made spaces. Living rock surrounded me. Above us, I could sense the drowsing thoughts of spruce trees in the darkness.

And the Stone Forest was beautiful. We wound our way around intricate limestone formations, top-heavy towers, rugged archways. There must have been underground streams, for here and there we crossed natural bridges over pools of clear, placid water that reflected the dragon's pearly coils.

So near , he whispered in longing. So near !

Near to a dragon; far to a human. We climbed, huddled, and hid, climbed and climbed. My legs began to ache and tremble with the effort; and I'd gotten precious little sleep for the past two days. My grip on the twilight wavered precariously.

"Moirin." The princess' voice was gentle. "Without your magic, we are all blind. Can you continue?"

She needs my help.

Her dragon-reflecting eyes met mine. I nodded wordlessly, too tired to apologize. But she only smiled faintly, gave her head a rueful shake, slid one hand around the back of my neck, and kissed me with surprising tenderness.

This time I was expecting the unnerving rush of the dragon's energy pouring into me, but even so, it made me gasp. It was so vast and wild, so unspeakably glorious. He poured as much energy as he could spare and all his immense affection into me, and I drank it in deeply, feeling my blood sing and my limbs tingle, my diadh-anam blazing within me.

"Moirin," Bao whispered, squeezing my unseen hand. "Is there a reason we have stopped?"

"Ahh" I took a deep breath, trying to contain the sudden surge of exuberance. The princess looked quietly amused. "Aye, there was. But we can continue now."

Knowing it would not last, I did my best to hoard the dragon's energy. It was hard. Once again, the twilight had deepened and brightened, reminding me of the profound beauty of the world on the far side of the stone doorway. Our pace seemed frustratingly slow. I wanted to run, to race through the labyrinth. I wanted to sing; I wanted to fly.

Yes , the dragon agreed. That is how it is .

Instead we kept to our careful, crawling pace, navigating the endless maze. I made myself cycle through the Five Styles of Breathing, grateful for Master Lo's teaching. I thought about Snow Tiger, who had lived in this heightened state for days upon days, since first I had shown the dragon his reflection in the mirror and calmed his terror. I felt grief at the slow trickling loss of the dragon's energy ebbing from me, and wondered at the depth of the bereavement the princess would feel when he was gone.

Already, I pitied her.

Stay with her , the dragon said softly. At least for a while. You are the only one who knows what it was like .

I glanced at her slender back. "If she wills it. But in the end, I must follow my diadh-anam ."

Yes , he agreed. Still, there is time for grace .

An hour passed without any sightings of Jiang's soldiers. It seemed we had passed the last of them in the darkness, climbing and hiding endlessly upward in our torturous, circling route as they hurried down the mountainside in pursuit of us. We could still see the starlight sparks of torches moving below us, but they were not eager to ascend in the night. It was far, far too easy to get lost amidst this deadly beauty.

The air grew thinner, and our lungs labored.

Dawn came, changing the quality of the twilightlight made dark, rather than darkness made bright. With it came the end of the Stone Forest, marked by a narrow pass that led to an even steeper ascent, at the top of which White Jade Mountain loomed.

The pass was the last, best place to stage a defense and it should have been guarded, but it wasn't. Our gambit had drawn away its guards, and now they were somewhere below us. In the daylight, they would attempt a return.

"Shangun Bao," the princess addressed him. "It is my thought that this is a good place to make a stand to guard our passage. Is it yours?"

Bao eyed the pass. "Uh-huh. Together, Dai and I could hold it for a long time."

"Forever," Dai agreed, his brows quirking as he spoke to the seemingly empty air. "For as long as you need, Noble Princess."

Her face tilted toward the snow-covered mountain peak. The dragon caroled in happiness. Despite the half-healed sword cut on one cheek, her face looked peaceful and lovely. "Then I will continue alone from here."

"My lady," I protested. "You can't!"

She met my gaze fearlessly in the twilight. "Yes, I can. Once I turn my back to you, I do not think there is anything left between here and there to madden him. Nothing to reflect his absence. At last, I can see with my own eyes. And I can travel more swiftly alone. You have travelled far enough and more, Moirin mac Fainche. You have been a friend to me. Let me be one in turn. Stay, hide yourself, and let our noble companions guard you. Let me make an end to this."

NO ! the dragon roared.

My diadh-anam flared in agreement.

I winced, letting go of Bao's hand and clutching my head. "You need me," I gasped through the pain. "Or the dragon does. Did you not hear him? I don't know how. And I don't know why. I do not mean to be a burden. I only know I need to go with you. Please, my lady, I am begging you. Do not deny me."

Snow Tiger looked uncertain. "I heard, yes. But the dragon is ever reluctant to be sundered from your presence." She took a deep breath. "You're sure? All of you? For it would ease my heart to know you were safe."

Yes , the dragon murmured with sorrow. I am sure .

The Maghuin Dhonn Herself paced through my thoughts with ponderous grace and unspeakable presence, looking at me with Her grave, grave, sorrowful eyes. Once again, I felt Her warm breath on my brow. Beyond the stone doorway, oceans glittered, so many oceans. She had claimed me for Her own. She had laid a destiny upon me. And I had not travelled so very, very far to fail Her. I gritted my teeth against the pain and choked out my reply. "Yes, my lady. Very, very sure."

The princess bowed her head, consulting with her own gods. "My necessary inconvenience," she murmured. "If you say it is so, I believe. And dragons do not lie. I have come too far to doubt." She lifted her head. "So be it. Come with me."

Grateful, I went.

Before the princess and I set out for White Jade Mountain, I released the twilight and said good-bye to Bao and Ten Tigers Dai, unsure whether or not I would see them again.

Dai was easy.

"There is a thing you should know," I said to him, clearing my throat. It was not my place to say it, but I felt it needed to be said nonetheless. "Bao that is, Shangun, as you call him. He did not refuse to teach you because he thought you were unworthy. He, um he realized that if you paid the price he demanded, he would have become the thing he despised. That is why he fled."