Stone of Tears (67 page)

Ahern grinned back. “Done.” His grin vanished as quickly as it had come. “This is not going to be an easy journey, Ruben, up into and across those mountains. I have a coach I bought with my earnings from hauling to Ebinissia. I can mount runners to it. Make easier going in the deep snow.” He tapped a finger against the side of the cup. “Now, the gold?”

The bard’s fingers danced across the strings, playing an enthralling tune without words. Practically every toe in the room was moving in time with it, adding a drum-like accompaniment. Zedd reached into his robes and put a hand around the two purses of silver coins. He watched the room without seeing it.

And then the wizard did again that which he had had to do far too often of late: he channeled a warm flow of magic into the bags of silver coins—and changed them to gold.

But what choice did he have? To fail in this endeavor was to see the world of the living die. He hoped he was not simply providing himself justification for an act he knew was dangerous.

“Nothing is ever easy,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said I know it’s not easy, this journey.” He plunked the dark brown bag of gold on the table. “This should make it possible. Twenty now, as agreed.”

Ahern pulled open the draw top and put two big fingers into the bag, counting, while Zedd idly watched people enjoying the food and drink and music. He was anxious to be off to Nicobarese.

“This some kind of joke?”

Zedd brought his attention back to Ahern. With two fingers, the big man drew a coin from the bag and flicked it across the table. The coin spun with a dull color before finally toppling over, making a sound just as dull. Zedd stared incredulously.

The coin looked just like an ordinary coin. Except it was wood instead of gold.

“I … I … well …”

Ahern had poured the rest of the gold coins into his big mitt and was now letting them tumble back into the purse. “And there are only eighteen here. You’re two short. I’m not taking wooden coins.”

Zedd smiled indulgently as he pulled the light brown purse from his robes. “I apologize, Ahern.” He swept the wooden coin from the table. “It would seem I gave you the wrong purse, the one with my lucky coin. I would never give that away, of course. It is more valuable to me that gold.”

He peered into his purse. Seventeen. And two of those were wood, too. There should have been nineteen, altogether. His mind reeled as he tried to make sense of it. Could Master Hillman have tried to short him? No, that would be too clumsy a theft. Besides, to carve a coin from wood, hoping to pass it off as gold would be witless.

“My other two gold?”

“Oh yes, yes.” Zedd pulled two gold coins from the purse and slid them across the table.

Ahern added them to his purse, jerked the drawstring tight, and stuffed the dark brown bag into a pocket. “I’m at your bidding, now. When would you like to leave?”

The silver coins that were turned to wood instead of gold did not concern the wizard; that could be explained. Somehow. But there were three coins missing. Vanished. That could not be explained. That did concern him. Concern him down to the bones in his toes.

“I would like to leave as soon as possible. At once.”

“You mean tomorrow?”

Zedd snatched up his hat. “No, I mean at once.” He glanced at the man’s puzzled frown. “My wife … there is no time to waste. She needs to get to her healers.”

Ahern shrugged. “Well, I just got back from Tristen. I’ll need to catch a little sleep. It’s going to be a long, hard run.” Zedd reluctantly nodded his acquiescence. “First I’ll put the runners on the coach. That will take a couple of hours. Less if I can get one of these fellows to help me.”

Zedd thumped his cane. “No! Tell no one what you are doing, or where you are going. Don’t even tell anyone you are leaving.” He snapped his mouth shut when he saw Ahern’s frown, and thought he had better say something to ease it. “Those shadows you spoke of. Does no good to let them know where to point an arrow.”

Ahern stared down suspiciously as he stood to his full, towering height, drawing his longcoat on. “First you talk me into taking you to the accursed land of wizards and Confessors, and now this. I think I asked too little.” He flicked the ends of the coat’s belt together into a loose knot. “But a bargain is a bargain. I’ll get the coach set up, and get some provisions together before I snatch a little sleep. I’ll meet you back here three hours before dawn. We’ll be across the border and into Galea before midday tomorrow.”

“I have a horse at the stables. We might as well take her along. Stop by and fetch her before you come for us.” Zedd dismissed the man with an absent wave of his cane. “Three hours before dawn.”

His mind was racing in other directions. This was more serious than he had thought. It was imperative that they have help as soon as possible. Maybe the woman in Nicobarese who had had the three daughters had studied somewhere, perhaps someplace closer. Maybe they could find what they needed without going all that way. Time was of the essence.

The light only knows, Adie had said, where the woman had learned about the skrin. The “light” was a common reference to the gift. It was also an obscure reference to something else entirely. He thumped his cane on the floor. Must Adie always speak in sorceress’s riddles!

As Ahern headed for the door, the wizard rose and headed for the stairs.

Zedd opened the door to be confronted by a haze of smoke that smelled of creosote. The window was opened, letting in icy cold air, and letting out the smoke. Adie sat on the bed, wrapped nearly to her neck in a blanket, brushing her straight, black and gray, jaw length hair.

“What’s going on? What happened?”

She pointed with the hair brush. “I be cold. I tried to start a fire.”

Zedd glanced to the hearth. “You need wood, Adie. You can’t have a fire without wood.”

He expected a scowl. Instead, it was a look of disquiet. “There be wood. I used magic, to try to light the fire from where I be in bed. But there be a big puff of smoke and sparks. I opened the window to let out the smoke. When I looked to the hearth, the logs be gone.”

Zedd stepped closer to her. “Gone?”

She nodded and went back to brushing. “Something be wrong. Wrong with my gift.”

Zedd stroked a hand down her hair. “I know. I had a similar problem. It must be the taint.” He sat and took the brush from her hand, setting it down. “Adie, what can you tell me about this taint, about the skrin? We must have answers.”

“I have already told you all I know. The skrin be force on the cusp between the world of the living and the world of the dead.”

“But why won’t the cut heal? Why won’t my magic work to heal it? What made the logs disappear when you used magic?”

“Skrin be from both worlds. Do you not see?” She shook her head in frustration. “Skrin be magic, magic of both worlds, so it can work in both worlds. Additive and Subtractive. We be touched by that force. The taint be Subtractive.”

“You mean that you think the taint of Subtractive Magic is corrupting our magic? Our gift?”

She nodded. “It be like you have just cleaned ashes from a hearth with your bare hands, and without washing them clean you try to hang up freshly washed white sheets to dry. Your hands be tainted with the ash, and it gets on the clean, damp, white sheets. Sticks to them.”

Zedd silently considered the problem for a time. “Adie,” he whispered, “we must somehow clean our hands. Wash the taint away.”

“You have a talent for stating the obvious, old man.”

Zedd checked his tongue and took a different tack. “Adie, I hired us a coach to take us to Nicobarese, but you are getting weaker, and I am not going to be long behind. I don’t know if we can wait. If there is another way, maybe someone else closer who can help us, I must know.”

“There be no other way. There be no one else.”

“Well, what about this woman who had the three daughters? Perhaps she studied somewhere closer to learn some of these things. Maybe we could go there, instead.”

“It not be a help.”

“Why not?”

Adie considered him a moment, and at last yielded. “She studied with the Sisters of the Light.”

Zedd shot to his feet. “What!” He paced back and forth between the bed and the fireplace. “Bags and double bags! I knew it. I knew it!”

“Zedd, she studied with them to learn. Then she returned home. She not be a Sister. The Sisters not be so … unreasonable … as you think.”

He halted to peer at her with one eye. “And how would you know that?”

Adie gave a resigned sigh. “The round skrin bone, the one that be given to me just before the woman died, the one I told you be important, the one we lost back at my house … The gifted woman who gave it to me be a Sister of the Light.”

“And what was she doing in the New World?” Zedd asked in a level tone.

“She not be in the New World. I be in the Old World, at the time.”

Zedd put both fists on his hips as he leaned toward her. “You crossed the Valley of the Lost? You went into the Old World! You’re just filled right up full with little secrets.”

Adie shrugged with one shoulder. “I told you I searched out women with the gift, to learn from them what I could. Some of them be in the Old World. I used my one passing through the Valley and back to learn what I could of what I needed to know.”

Adie snugged the blanket tighter around her shoulders. “The Sisters, some of them, taught me the little bits they knew. Important little bits. The Sisters view it as their province to know about the Keeper, the Nameless One as they call him, in order to keep souls from his grasp.

“I did not stay at their Palace long; they would not let me stay unless I wished to be one of them, but for a time they let me study with them, study things in their vaults. There be Sisters in the Palace I would not trust to cook me breakfast, but there be some who were great help.”

Muttering, Zedd started pacing again. “The Sisters of the Light are misguided zealots. They make the Blood of the Fold look to be reasonable men!” He came to a halt. “And when you were there, did you see any of their boys? Did you see if they even had any with the gift?”

“I had my own learning to attend to. I not be there to argue theology with the Sisters. That not be a wise thing to do. They did not let me have anything to do with their charges, if indeed they had any. I be sure that if they had any boys, they be ones from their side.

“They know better than to risk violation of that truce. They strongly fear what wizards on this side would do if they did. They let me learn what I could from them, and let me study in the vaults, but they never let me see any boys, nor would they tell me if they had any.”

“Well of course they don’t have any!” he snapped. “There are almost never any born with the gift, anymore. Too many wizards have been killed in the wars. We are a dying breed.

“And as First Wizard I would never turn down the teaching of one with the gift as happened thousands of years ago. Nor would any wizard I taught. And the Sisters know that! They know the rules! They may not take a gifted one unless every wizard declines to teach him. To go against the rules just once would mean a death sentence to any Sister that ever again crossed that Valley.”

“They know that, Zedd. They take that threat seriously.”

“Well they ought to know it! I met up with one of them once, when I was young, and I sent my warning to the Prelate.” He flexed his fists as he stared off. “They are barbaric in their methods. They are children, teaching surgery. If I knew how to get past those accursed towers, I’d go down there and lay waste to the Palace of the Prophets.”

“Zedd, in that time past many with the gift died because there be none who would teach them to control it. Those with the power were possessive of it, and did not want to train another who one day might be a threat to their power. They abandoned those born with the gift, left them to die by the power of the thing they be born with, but didn’t know how to control. The Sisters didn’t want to let those abandoned boys die. They just be doing what they think best to help people.”

He cast her a withering glare. “The Sisters of the Light do only what is best for the Sisters of the Light.”

“Maybe so, but they are sworn to follow the rules, the truce, just as you do, by letting them be when they come here.”

He stared off, shaking his head. “To let those with the gift die, simply for their own selfish gain … If they would have lived up to their responsibilities as wizards, the Sisters of the Light would never have come to be. Never been needed.”

With his boot, he brushed a dead ember on the flagstone hearth back into the fireplace. “They would never think of allowing a wizard to teach a young sorceress to use her gift, yet they presume to teach a young wizard how to use his.”

“Zedd, I believe as you, but listen to me, dead and buried causes and wars not be our concern. The veil be torn. The Stone of Tears be in the world of the living. Those be our concerns.

“I went to those women to learn. Magic I learned there, and have taught you, though insufficient to stop the taint, has been able to slow it. We must purge the taint before it claims us.”

His mood cooled under the scrutiny of her white eyes. “Of course you are right, Adie. We have pressing problems to deal with.”

She favored him with one of her little smiles. “I be glad you be wise enough to listen to wisdom.”

He rubbed the ache in the back of his neck, squeezing the tight muscles. “Do you really think this woman with the three daughters would have known about this taint? It’s a long way to go on a hunch and a hope.”

“She studied with the Sisters of the Light many years. They liked her and wanted her to stay, to be a Sister. But she did not believe as they, and so finally went home. I don’t know the extent of her knowledge, but if the Sisters know anything about the taint, and taught her, she would have taught her daughters. As much as I don’t like the idea, they be in Nicobarese.”

When Zedd saw Adie wrapping the blanket up around her shoulders, he closed the window. Kneeling at the hearth, he placed a handful of kindling on the grate and stacked on wood from the bucket to the side. He was about to use magic to start the fire, but thought better of it and instead lit a stick in the lamp. He squatted, touching the flame to the curls of the kindling.

“Zedd, my friend,” Adie said in a quiet, gentle voice, “I not be a Sister of the Light. I know that be what you are wondering. I not be one of them.”

That was exactly what Zedd had been wondering.

“And if you were,” he asked without turning, “would you tell me?”

She was silent. He looked over his shoulder to see her smiling at him. “The Sisters of the Light value honesty above almost anything else. But to them, lying in the service of their Creator be a virtue.”

The fire took a good start. Zedd stood before her, looking down without returning her smile. “That is no comfort to me.”

She took hold of his hand, patting it with her other.

“Zedd, I will tell you the truth. I be in debt to some of them for the things they did for me, but I give you an oath on the soul of my dead Pell; I not be a Sister of the Light. I would never let them have one of the gifted from our side, as long as I knew there be a wizard to teach him. I would never allow a boy to be taken and subjected to their ways, had I a say.”

Zedd smoothed the fringe of a carpet with his foot. “I know you are not one of them, dear lady. It is just that I hate the thought of those women doing those things to ones with the gift, when I can show them the joy of their talent. It is a gift. They treat it like a curse.”

With a thumb, she rubbed the back of his hand. “I see you have yourself a dashing new cane.”

Zedd grunted. “I hate to think what Master Hillman is scheming to charge me for it.”

“And did you find us transportation.”

Zedd nodded. “A man named Ahern. We better try to get a bit of sleep. He’s going to be here with a coach three hours before dawn.”

He gave her a grim look. “Adie, until we get to Nicobarese and can rid ourselves of this taint, I think we had better consider the consequences very carefully before using magic.”

“Are we safe here?”

A soft hand extended from the fog of dim light, brushing her cheek, comforting her.

You are safe here, Rachel. Both of you are safe. Now, and always. You are safe.

Rachel smiled. She did feel safe. Safer than she ever felt before. Not just safe like she felt when she was with Chase, but safe like she had felt in her mother’s arms. She hadn’t been able to remember her mother before, but she remembered now, remembered the encircling arms holding her to a breast.

The terrible fright she had shared with Chase while they raced to catch Richard was melting away. The bone tired worry of whether or not they would catch him in time was melting away. The terror of the people who had tried to stop them, the fights Chase had had, the horror of the blood she had seen, all the blood she had seen … it was all melting away.

As she stood before the sparkling pool, the hands reached to her again. Reached to her from the gentle smiles of reassurance. The hands helped her undo the buttons of her dirty, sweaty dress, and pull it off. She flinched when her dress pulled against the bruise on her shoulder, the bruise she got when a man chasing them had knocked her down.

The smiles turned to sad looks of concern for her pain. The soft, gentle voices cooed comfort to her. The glowing hands caressed the shoulder, and when they lifted, the bruise was gone. The hurt was gone.