Read The Complete Morgaine Online
Authors: C. J. Cherryh
It was irony, Chei thought, with pain in his heart, that he, Qhiverin, found more and more reason to like this man, while the boyâthe youth forgave him,
him
, Gault-Qhiverin, because of old betrayals and loss of kin and things in which they fit together like blade and sheathânever mind that some of those griefs had been at Qhiverin's hand, Qhiverin's fault, in the bloody deeds incumbent on a warden of the warlike SouthâQhiverin could find sympathy, Qhiverin could embrace and comfort Chei in his desolation. There
was
no more war between them, except the boy would not forgive, would not listen, would not reasonâ
âfor too much self-blame lay within it.
Here is insanity
, Chei thought in a heart-weary panic.
Peace, boy, or we both go under.
And the boy, who did not want to die:
He will kill us if he canâfinally, when we have done all they want, one or the other of them will kill us. Knowledge was all they ever wanted.
Then they made a poor bargain, did they not?
He wiped tears from his eyes.
Boy, we will guard his back. You are a fool, is allâa great fool. And would you had never made him my enemy. Your brother would have had more sense. It was yourself coming up on the man's sword-side, it was Bron drove his horse between to shy
you
off. That is the truth I remember.
Liar!
And your Gault, boyâyour Gault the hero was a traitor the same as Arunden. He would have sold you all for his peace. Have you never known that? He betrayed Ichandren before I did.
I
took him, yonder, on that hill, because I had no choice. But ah, boy, he was a scoundrel. Scoundrel and fool. What a legacy you give me.
What a cursed greatâ
Light and sound came from the room at the end of the hall, where the lady had gone, a high thin moan which no living throat could make, and a deep roaring like thunder sustained.
“What is she
doing
?” Hesiyyn asked hoarsely, leaning against his wall. “Lord humanâ”
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“I do not know,” Vanye said, biting his lip, and looked toward the door which lay open at the end, where red light flashed, and the wailing grew. “Hold our retreat open!”
He ran. He trusted the men for what they might be worth and raced down the slick stone hall at all the speed he could manage, down the hall and through the gaping doors and into such a place as he had seen more than once in his travelsâwhere light dyed everything the color of blood, and inhuman voices wailed and thundered and shrieked from overhead and all about.
“Liyo!” he shouted into that overpowering racket.
“Liyo!â”
She turned, red-dyed with the light from silver hair to metal of her black armor, with the light flaring about her and behind her as the boards blinked alarm.
“He is not dead,” she cried. “Vanye, he has stored his essence inside the gateâhe is still alive, for the next poor soul that ventures that gate.”
He tried to understand that. He stood there staring at her and thought it through twice and three times.
“For us,”
she shouted. “He has trapped us and I cannot dislodge him!âThat is the wrongness we have felt in the gatesâhe has kept his pattern there continually, kept it bound to him, day and nightâHe will
take
the next living man that enters the World-gate! He will go through, he will be free, there is no way we can stop him!” She came to him and caught at his arm, turning him for the door, not running, but walking quickly, by which and by the flashing of the lights at their back and the uncomfortable prickling in the air, he knew that the gate of Mante was set on its own destruction, on some near time whichâhe hoped to Heavenâshe had chosen. “He had a snare set that would have sealed the gate once he was free. I broke that lock easily enough. I set it to a new time, a few hours hence. I dare not leave it longer. There is too much knowledge in this place, and the chance of someone re-opening it, except I build destruction into its pathwaysâthat, I dare not risk.”
It was old Kurshin she spoke, awkward in the things for which the
qhalur
language had ready words, which conjured the inner workings of the gates and the things she had showed him, how to redirect the power like damming one stream and opening another, to flood throughout the channels and destroy the means to reactivate it.
“I have set it to destroy the core-tap,” she said in the
qhalur
tongue, meaning the line of power which ran from the earth's deep heart.
And everything round about it. Such a thing, she had told himâmight cause havoc with a world, involving gate-force and the power in the earth itself.
I do not know what happens thereafter
, she had said.
No one comes through such a gate againâor any of the gates linked with it. It is no good thing for the world. And I would not willingly do it. Time itself closes in on a gate once it is shut. Ordinarily, time itself will destroy one as thoroughly in a few years without touching the core, and there is no need for such a catastrophe. And I do as little as I dare.
He thought on the city spread about the hill of Neneinn, the countless lives, the city on the brink of a well only gate-force or cataclysm could have shaped; and his gut and his knees went to water.
It was a death-sentence. That was the wailing, that he had never heard, the threat to life all about this world's gatesâMorund and Tejhos and Mante and wherever else gates had their veins of power sunk into this world's heart.
“How much time do we have?” he asked.
“Three hours,” she said,
qhalur
-reckoning. He measured it against the daylight and the sun, Kurshin-fashion, and there was ice about his heart. “I dared not give it more time,” she said. “This is a
qhalur
city. And there is the warden down at Seiyyin Neith,
if
he is still there and not fled with the restâ”
“One of his guards might solve matters for us,” he said, reckoningâO Heaven, what was he becomeâto think cold-bloodedly where they should get a victim?
“We cannot know it if they do. Do not speak of it to our comrades. Does thee hear?”
He saw Chei and Hesiyyn waiting for them at the intersection of the corridors, saw their anxious faces.
“Does thee hear?”
“Aye,” he said, clutching the remnants of his soul to him; and no likelihood that fate would offer better.
Like the men who had surrendered; like the forty on the road; like the city spread below them, doomed with the gate, men and women and babes in cradleâ
For the sake of all the worlds, she told him.
All
the worlds was too large a thing for a man's heart to understand, when it was the one under his feet and the lives around him and the murder and the choices were his.
Not tell themânot offer even the chance to choose or to fightâ
“Come,” she said to Chei and Hesiyyn, gathering them up as they strode along toward the hall where they had left the horses and where Rhanin stood guard. “We are bound for the gate. Hurry. There is not that much time. I have set it to seal behind us and there will be no following after us.”
They did not question. They kept pace with weapons still in their hands, and Chei whistled to Rhanin and called to him as they came into the hall.
“We are bound for the gate,” Chei told Rhanin as the archer lowered his bow and met them there, where he had herded the horses into a corner of the hall.
“Quickly. Come, man. The lady is keeping her promises.”
But from Rhanin there was no such eagerness. “My lord Chei,” he said. “My ladyâI have a wifeâ”
O Heaven, Vanye thought.
“âI beg your leave,” Rhanin said. “Let me go bring her.”
Chei looked to Morgaine.
“No,” Morgaine said. “There is no time. That gate will
seal
, and there will be no more passages; and if we do not get there in time, there will be none for us.”
“How long?” Chei asked.
“An hour,” Morgaine said. “Perhaps. Skarrin has done damage I cannot correct. We have no
time
, man, and your lord has need of you and I doâwhere we go is no place for a hallbred woman. A hard trail and a long one in sun and storm and lightning; and war, man, that I can promise you. Come with your lord, and hurry about it.”
“I cannot.” There was torment in Rhanin's brown eyes. “Lord CheiâI cannot leave her.”
He turned and went to the horses. Morgaine lifted the black weapon in threat. “Stop!” she cried; and: “My lady!” Chei exclaimed.
Rhanin stopped, but he did not turn. After a few heartbeats he started walking again.
Morgaine let fall her hand. She stood in silence as Rhanin mounted up. “Fare well,” she said quietly then. “Fare well, Rhanin.”
Rhanin cut the tether of the remount he led, gave it to Hesiyyn, and saluted his lord and the rest of them, before he swung up to the saddle and rode, black shadow against the light, for the stable-court and the city below.
“Mount up!” Morgaine bade them.
Vanye swallowed against the knot in his throat and went first for Siptah's reins, to bring the gray horse to his liege while the others sought their own. He held her stirrup for her. He did not look in her eyes. She did not, for all he knew, try to meet his.
She said no word at all, nor quarreled with him that he did her these courtesies.
He must, he thought. He had no words to tell her he was with her.
He felt the shorn hair about face and neck, and it seemed apt, of a sudden, the felon's mark, the mark of an honorless man, penance for Mante, for Rhanin and his wife, for lies and for murder yet to do.
Honest men, Morgaine had said, must fight us. Brave men must.
“We have to
find
the way out in this warren,” Morgaine said shortly. “And hope the stable court leads to some road up the hillâ”
“No need to search for it,” Chei said, drawing his horse alongside in the hall. “There is a way from the stable court.
Gault's
memory is clear enough on that. I came up from the cityâbut Gault was here. Follow me.”
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It was leftward Chei led, beyond the fountain. The blaze-faced bay lipped up some meager spillage of grain on the dirt by the stables nearby: “I will get him,” Vanye said, distractedlyâto leave the poor brave beast to Mante's fate seemed impossible to him, was, at least, one death he could prevent. He rode wide of the group, leaned from his saddle and snagged the reins that had fallen as the animal lowered his head. It did not want to come. It jolted his arm, then surrendered, of habit, perhaps, and followed.
He overtook the others before they had gotten to the stable-gate, never having taken his eyes off them, and Morgaine acknowledged the rescue with a worried frown, a flicker of the eyes which understood him entirely, as Chei got down from his horse and pushed at the latch. “Let it free outside,” she said. “It will balk at the gate. We cannot afford difficulties.”
It was true. He knew that it was. He held onto the reins as the stable-gate swung wide on a long colonnade, and Chei mounted up again. He drew the horse along with them as they rode that long course to a second gate, the latch of which was high enough for Chei to trip from horseback; and that gate opened out on a road and a barren hill, where standing stones made an aisle leading upward.
“At least the saddle,” he said, then, outside; and slid down while the whole company waited, and hastily loosed the bay's girth and tumbled the saddle off; unbuckled the bridle and threw it away, and sent the confused horse off with a hard slap on the rump. He did the same for the horse Hesiyyn led, then, and sent it off after its fellow.
He came close to tears, then. He turned and flung himself to the saddle, and swallowed down that impulse.
Fool, he told himself, to weep for a pair of horses, when there is so much else we do. It belongs to this world, that is all.
And there may indeed be troubleâat the Gate.
O
God
, are we right? If only I knew that we were right.
He kept close at Morgaine's side as they struck out up the road which wound about the rocky hill, Chei and Hesiyyn close on his left.
“A great many horses,” Hesiyyn said, of the trampled ground ahead of them, of the sparse brush about them, that was broken and trodden down.
“Everyone in Neneinn,” Chei said.
But not
, Vanye thought, heart-heavy,
not enough for all of Mante. There is no escape for them.
He thought that if he turned, high as they climbed now, he could truly see a wondrous sight, a vantage over all Mante, over Neisyrrn Neith and Seiyyin Neith and perhaps the plains and the hills beyond, to all the distance a clear day would afford them.
But the sight of it would haunt him.
I do not look back
, Morgaine was wont to say; and he clung to that wisdom now: once through the world on a single track, a single purpose, without touching more lives than they must.
Too much knowledge here: he understood that. It had been unconscionable hazard to have left his own cousin near a faded gate, except there were warders to prevent him coming near it until it was dead beyond recall.
Hereâthere were no warders they could trust: a corrupt gate-warden and a twisted gate, and all too many who would rush to enliven the gate and seize power for themselvesânot Skarrin's measure, it was sure, but equally deadly, in the affairs of worlds and stars and suns which Morgaine understood, and which he did not.
Now he wept over two doomed horses, and longed with all his heart for enemies.
But none presented themselves, and the storm-sense grew in the air, making the hair prickle. Arrhan sidestepped and worked at the bit, so ready to run she hardly seemed to walk on the earth; and the rest of the horses rolled their eyes and threw their heads, snorting their dislike of the place.