Read The Complete Morgaine Online
Authors: C. J. Cherryh
“Sleep,” he bade Morgaine, pausing to wash on his way back to the shade. “Sleep a while.”
She looked at him with a worry she did not trouble to hide. He could bear very little of that.
“We have not that far to go,” she said, “âChei swears.”
“Perhaps he has even learned to reckon distances.”
Her eyes flickered, a grim amusement that went even to a grin and a fond look. “Aye. Perhaps. I do not think I will sleep. Go take what rest you can.” She drew the chain of the pyx from over her head. “Here. Best you keep it now.”
He closed his fist about it. It was not something he wanted to wear openly.
She sketched rapidly in the dirt at her feet. “This is where we are. Chei says. This is Mante. This is where we will ride. This hill, then skirting the plain and up again. There is a pass. A gatehouse, but not a Gate.”
“We are that close.”
“Under Skarrin's very eye, if there were a mistake with stone or sword. We
will start at sundown. A single night to the pass, if we go direct.” She let go her breath. “We will
ask
at his gate.”
“Ask!”
“We will not come like enemies. It will be Chei's affair. He says he can pass us through. We will have the greatest difficulty beyond that. So Chei says.” She sketched a pocket behind the line that represented the cliffs.
“Neisyrrn Neith.
Death's Gate. A well of stone, very wide. There are gate-stones within itâhere, and here, and here.”
He sank down on his heels and onto his knees. His breath grew short.
“Chei swears,” Morgaine said, “there isâno other way in. In all their wars, in all their internal warsâno enemy can come at them, except by the highlands. And that, they rule utterly.
Those
lords are loyal.”
“God save us.” He drew breath after breath. “
Liyo
âturn back. Turn back, give this more time. We can find a wayâ”
“
Those
lords are loyal, Vanye. And the south cannot stand against them. I have thought of it. I have thought of pulling back to Morund and trying to take the southâbut it could not hold. This whole southern region is a sink, Mante's midden-heapâit is where they send their exiles. It is where they breed their human replacements.” She went on drawing. “Herot, Sethys, Stiyesse, Itheithe, NenaisâI forget the other names. Here, here, hereâthis is a vast land. And I do not doubt this Skarrin set the World-gate purposely on Morund. Perpetually on Morund, in the case any intruder, any rebel, any rivalâshould attempt him. Here, below these cliffs, this rift in the worldâlie Men; and his exiles. Here above, across all this continentâlie the
qhalur
lands. There is irony in this. We knew our young guide was abysmally incapable of reckoning a day's rideâ”
“Or lied to us.”
“âhad never traveled much in all his life, except the hills, except forest trails and winding roads. Straight distances bewildered him. He lived his life in so small a place. Arid he did not know anything beyond it. The distance between Morund and Herot, is less than he thought. Sethys and Stiyesse abut against marsh he did not know existed. These are little places. These are holds humans once had.
Qhal
have moved in, those exiled, those out of favorâlike Qhiverin, who became Gault. The south has no resource against the north, not if the north realized its danger. And by now, since TejhosâSkarrin does, though Chei does swearâfor what it is worthâthat he did not tell Skarrin our purpose here. That is the only grace we may have, if we can believe it.”
He leaned his hands on his knees and bowed his head a moment. “We
should
have gone to Morund, the way you wanted to. We would have learned this. We could have dealt with whatever we found thereâwhatever we found there. This is my fault,
liyo
, it is
all
myâ”
“It was my decision. It was
my
judgment. Do not be so cursed free with blame. It is still my decision, and all of this may be wrong. Chei has the notion we can come close before they will take alarm.”
“With
our
horsesâ”
“Or his. That roan of his is no unremarkable beast, in itself. No, they will surely know us: they will have gotten the description from their watchers afield. It is a question of keeping them uncertain what we intend.” She looked at the ground in front of her and seemed lost for a moment. “Chei says if they have thrown no great number of men into the field since yesterday, they are taking a cautious path. He talked at some length of his own difficulties with his Overlordâhe was high-born, was a member of a martial order that lost its influence at court: disastrously for him, though more so for others. Connections saved his life and sent him to Morund, to redeem himself, if ever he couldâThe arrangement by which human lords were permitted to rule in the south was collapsing, on evidence of human Gault's complicity with the rebels in Manteâ
that
was how they lured the original Gault into their trap: and sentenced him and Qhiverin to one conjoined existenceâon that point Qhiverin's friends intervened virtually to kidnap Gault from his jailers and coerce the gate-wardens to join them, to forestall enemies who would have preferred not to have Qhiverin at Morund.”
“Where he served their interests well enoughâ”
“So he has done. So he fully intended to come home, someday. Exceptâas thee says, possibly we could have persuaded him to go against his lord from the beginning. He says so. Certainly he is quick enough to commit treason. I do not know. At leastâhe has had some little credit with Skarrin for setting affairs in the south in order, if, as he says, they do not take that for too
much
success, and if his connections in Mante have not lost all influence. That we have arrived in the south without a force about usâthat they have lost contact with him, whom they do not trust, under uncertain circumstances, after he has faithfully sent them a report from Tejhos and seemed, there, under the witness of the wardens there, to be fighting usâall of this, he thinks, might create some debate among Skarrin's advisers. The question is whether we should attempt stealthâor bewilder them further. Recall that there is one way in, that we must pass within
that
, that thing they call
Seiyyin Neith
, the Gate of Exiles, and within this league-wide pit of stone, that they call Death's-gateâthey can kill us with a thought. As you did say: a man who thinks he is winningâwill not flee.”
“No, he will send us straightway to Hell,
liyo
, and we will hardly see it coming!”
“Chei will get us to Exile's Gate. There is where they will be vulnerable.”
“God in Heaven, are we leaning on this man's word?”
She lifted her eyes to him. “This manâwants to live. So do the men with
him. Did I not say I trusted him more than honest men? They
have
no cause, no cause for which they would give up their lives. Skarrin cannot promise them anything they would believe. Not as deeply as they have tangled themselves. They know that.”
For a moment he truly could not breathe. His eyes went involuntarily to see where Chei and the others were, but they were not in earshot, even for Hesiyyn's
qhalur
hearing, and it was the Kurshin tongue they spoke.
“The swordâ” he said. “If we use it at this Gate of Exilesâwill be very near those standing stones.”
“The sword is unstable. Like the gate. We cannot predict. There is no way to predictâwhat will happen.”
“Aye,” he said, and wiped at the sweat which gathered on his lip, and wiped his hands on his knees.
She scratched through the map once, twice. “Go, rest, take whatever sleep thee can. Thee will need it.”
He went back and lay down again, staring at the sky through the branches, counting leaves, that being better than other thoughts that pressed on him. He put the stone about his neck, and lay with his hand closed about the pyx to shield it, to be certain of its safety.
And when the sun started below the hill he rose up and dressed methodically, laced up the padding tight and worked the mail shirt on: that was worst. Morgaine came to help him with it; and with the buckles beneath the arm.
“I will saddle up,” she said. “No arguments from thee. Hear?”
“Aye,” he said, though it fretted him. “Pull it tight,
liyo.
It can take another notch there.”
“Thee has to get on the horse.”
“I have to stay there,” he said.
To that she said nothing. She only tightened the strap.
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They mounted up while there was still a little light beyond the hills. It was Hesiyyn who rode farthest point, Hesiyyn with his brown cloak about him, his pale hair loose about his shoulders, his weapons all covered. His horse was a fine blood bay with no white markings.
It was Hesiyyn's own reasoning that he should ride foremost, to forestall any ambushes: “It is likely the only company in which I shall ever find myself the most respectable.”
With which the
qhal
-lordling put his horse well out to the fore, passing out of sight around the bending of the stream, while Chei and Rhanin went a distance behind. “Come,” Morgaine said, and chose her own distance from that pairâherself cloaked in black; and Vanye swept his own cloak about him when he had gotten up, and threw up the hood over the white-scarfed helm.
Ambush was possible. Hesiyyn might betray them, signaling to some band out from Mante. Everything, henceforward, was possibleâ
Even that they should come to the verge of the starlit plain unmolestedâa last hillside, a trail down a steep, rocky slope, on which Hesiyyn sat waiting for them, resting his horse, spinning and spinning a curious object on the surface of the slab of rock on which he sat.
“The lots come up three, three, and three: are you superstitious?”
“Curse your humor,” Chei said, reining back his horse from the descent.
They changed about with the remounts, one to the three
qhal
, the blaze-faced bay going turn and turn with Siptah and Arrhan: and again Hesiyyn went to the lead, but not so far separated from them now.
Down and down to the plain, a difficult slope, a long and miserable jolting.
Hang on
, Vanye told himself, cursing every step the bay made under him. Sweat broke out, wind-chilled on his face. He clenched the saddlehorn and thought of the red packet in his belt-pocket.
Not yet, he thought. Not for this. To every jolt and every uneven spot: not for this, not for thisâ
Across the plain, the mountainsânot the peaks of a range like the Cedur Maje of his homeland, but a wall of rock which giants might have built, as if the world had broken, and that were the breaking-point, under a sky so brilliant with stars and moon it all but cast a shadow.
“They are not preventing us this far,” he said to Morgaine.
He wished in one part of his reeling mind that the enemy would turn up, now, quickly, before they were committed to thisâthat somehow something would happen to send them on some other and better course.
But there was no sign of it.
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They came down onto the plain at last, a gradual flattening of the course they rode. Vanye turned as best he could and looked back at the track they had made as they entered the grassy flat, a trail too cursed clear under the heavens. “As well blaze a trail,” he muttered. If there had been the choice of skirting the hills instead of taking Chei's proposed course across the plain, it was rapidly diminishing.
They drew their company together now, Hesiyyn riding with them as they struck out straight across.
And the cliffs which had been clear from the hillside showed only as a rim against the horizon.
Then was easier riding. Then he finally seized hold of his right leg by the boot-top and hauled it with difficulty over the saddlehorn, wrapped his arms about his suffering ribs and with a look at Morgaine that assured him she knew
he was going to rest for a while, bowed his head, leaned back against the cantle and gave himself over to the bay's steady pace in a sickly exhaustion.
He roused himself only when they paused to trade mounts about. “No need,” Morgaine said, sliding down from Arrhan's back. “That horse is fit enough to go on carrying you, and I will take Siptah: I weigh less.”
He was grateful. He took the medicines she carried for him, washed them down with a drink from her flask, and sat there ahorse while others stretched their legs. It was not sleep, that state of numbness he achieved. It was not precisely awareness either. He knew that they mounted up again; he knew that they moved, he trusted that Morgaine watched the land around them.
No other did he trust . . . except he reasoned if betrayal was what Chei and his men intended, it did not encompass losing their own lives, not lives so long and so dearly held; and that meant some warning to them.
Some warning was all his liege needed. And half-asleep and miserable as he was, he continually rode between her and them: it was a well-trained horse, if rough-gaited, and Siptah, he thanked Heaven, tolerated it going close by him.
He did truly sleep for a while. He jerked his head up with the thought that he was falling, caught his balance, and saw the cliffs no nearer.
Or they were vaster than the eye wanted to see. His leg had gone numb. He hauled it back over, and his eyes watered as the muscles extended. Everything hurt.
And the riding went on and on, while a few clouds drifted across the stars and passed, and a wind rose and rippled through the endless grass.
Another change of horses. This time he did dismount, and walked a little, as far as privacy to relieve himself, discovering that he could, which did for one long misery; and saw to Arrhan's girth and the bay's.
But facing the necessity to haul himself up again, he stood there holding the saddlehorn and trying, with several deep breaths, to gather the wind and the courage to make that pull.