The Rebellion (99 page)

“C
AN YOU HEAR
me?” I farsent.

“Loud and clear,” Duria responded. Aras and I had ridden through the mountain pass in order to reach him in Guanette. I had a fleeting vision of the far seeker staring into a fire. Focusing on flames or water always helped steady a farseeking probe. I could sense people moving around him and talking, but they were mere shadows to my perceptions.

“Rebels,” Duria explained with a dryness that told me more than words how it was among Malik’s people.

“Where is Gevan?” I settled myself more comfortably on the blanket Aras had laid out.

“With Malik.” There was a clear sensation of distaste. “Explaining that there are no traitors among his people. It’s not surprising, for they are far too afraid to betray him. Tonight he will let his people know the full plan, or as much of it as he deems they need to know.”

“How is Lirra bearing up?”

“Not too well. She said Malik stinks of ill will, but when I spoke of the decoy and reminded him that no soldierguards were to be harmed by his people, he agreed, and Lirra didn’t get any sense that he lied. She says he is wary of the other rebels turning against him, though. Every time a message comes, he emanates distrust. I’m not sure how long she can bear being here. The fear of Malik’s men for their leader is
almost as hard for her to tolerate as his loathing of us.”

“Have you managed to connect with Ceirwan yet?” I asked.

“Yes. If you like, I can link with him now, and you can go through me to speak to him yourself.”

“Let’s try,” I sent.

The Farseeker guilden had been sent to establish a camp in the Brown Haw Rises, because the distance between Guanette and Sawlney could not be broached in a single farseeking leap, given that the Gelfort Range lay between them. Without Ceirwan to connect them, Duria and Wila would have had to ride toward one another to exchange information. It had been decided that, as well as speeding up the time it took for messages to reach us, a halfway camp would be a useful rallying point for Miryum’s decoy team.

The camp was set up well back into the Rises to avoid being visible from the main road. So far, only Ceirwan, Freya, two other farseekers, and a healer were in the camp. On the morrow, Miryum and her remaining knights would join them.

Duria bade me hold myself ready while he formed the necessary link with Ceirwan and made himself properly passive. When I sensed his readiness, I allowed myself to slide along the link he had established with the guilden.

“Ceirwan?” I sent tentatively, for we had only ever tried this separated by short distances.

“Elspeth!” Ceirwan sent in excitement; then he quickly damped down his elation, for he knew well that too much emotion would shatter the delicate connection. I could sense that it was no easy matter to communicate with me while retaining his link with Duria.

“How is it there?” I sent simply.

“It’s beautiful here,” Ceirwan sent, but the brief picture I received from his thoughts was of Freya. I smiled and asked if he had made contact with Wila.

“Just a little while ago. She says the empath there is having the same sort of trouble with Brocade and his people that Lirra is having among Malik’s. The worst of it is that the rebels seem to know they’re hurting the boy, and it just spurs them on.”

I was careful to remain cool, but it was a struggle. “Tell Wila … Better still, can you hold on to Duria and make the same sort of whiplash connection with her, so that I can talk to her directly?”

Ceirwan sent regretfully, “Th’ others have gone to get water at a spring a ways back. I’d have to wait ’til they’re back, so I can use their energy.”

“Perhaps I can help,” I said, and bade him try to make the connection. He did so doubtfully, but as he threw out his mental spar, I allowed some of my own energy to infuse the link. I felt Ceirwan’s mind connect and slipped my probe down his to Wila.

“Greetings, Guildmistress,” Wila sent. Her mind was full of distortions and interference, and I exerted more of my own energy before instructing her to tell Brocade that the Misfit team assisting his people would be withdrawn if he did not prevent his men from tormenting the empath.

“Thank you,” Wila sent. “Poor little Feay is beside himself, and Harwood is about to break his knightly vows to give these men a taste of their own medicine.”

“If it does not stop immediately, the three of you will leave. Warn Brocade once, then do it. Any sign of traitors there?”

“None so far as Harwood or I can find,” Wila sent.

“Have you had a chance to scry out any of the priests?”

“No,” she sent, sounding frustrated. “The cloister here is all but empty. Most of the Herders have gone off to some sort of religious ceremony in Sutrium. It is a pity, because this would have been the perfect opportunity to further investigate the Faction.”

It seemed too much of a coincidence that the Faction should have a religious ceremony right when the rebels were on the verge of rising. More likely the Herders knew something of what was to come and were absenting themselves strategically. Quite likely they even knew who the rebel traitor was. On the other hand, why choose to congregate in Sutrium, which was likely to be the center of the strife? I asked Wila to find out what Zarak and the rest of the team in Sutrium knew of the Herder ceremony there.

“Tomash farsent me from Kinraide,” Wila continued. “He scried out a traitor in Elii’s group—a woman who was thinking of betraying them for money. She was taken prisoner, though Tomash argued against it, saying it was no crime to think about betrayal as long as you didn’t go through with it. But Elii said they couldn’t afford to take the risk.”

I frowned. The traitors we were looking for were not merely
contemplating
betrayal. “Try to link with Khuria,” I sent. “I will feed you energy.”

“I’ll try,” she responded. When it anchored, I slid along Wila’s probe to Khuria.

“Greetings, Guildmistress,” came very faintly. The slight echoing effect told me the older beastspeaker was linked into a small traditional merge, drawing power from the young farseeker who had gone with him.

“Any traitors found?” I sent quickly.

“None here …” The voice faded. “… Zarak …”

“I’m not getting you. Try again,” I sent.

“Zarak contacted me … No traitors found there yet, but …”

I realized Zarak’s father was at the end of his strength, even drawing on a merge. I sent thanks and drew back to Wila.

“I’m sorry,” she sent, sounding exhausted. “It’s hard to hold a two-way distance link.”

“You’ve done well,” I sent. Without warning, Duria’s link dissolved and my mindprobe was wrenched back into me with painful force.

“Are you all right?” Aras asked anxiously.

My head was pounding with the worst imaginable headache, and everything around me wavered alarmingly. “I … I’m all right,” I stammered, the words enough to set my teeth aching. I closed my eyes and erected a block to catch the pain I was feeling, knowing I could not possibly ride in such a state.

Back at Obernewtyn, I went to the Healer hall to have Kella draw off the pain that had accumulated during the whiplash link. Too much was at stake for me to take the time to let myself recover naturally.

“That was severe,” she commented when she was finished. “What happened?” I told her, thinking she looked better than she had on her return from the lowlands. I had argued against her being immediately swept into her guild’s preparation of full herbal kits for those healers traveling away, but Roland had assured me it was best for her to be active. It seemed he was right.

“I’ll come with you tomorrow when you farseek,” Kella murmured. “That way I can drain off any pain as it accumulates.”

“I’m just going down to the Brown Haw Rises, and I’ll be
farseeking any group I can reach from there. Hopefully I won’t need you this time.”

“Somebody else might. Those soldierguards you mean to lure into Malik’s trap, for instance. I would not trust him to keep his word to leave them unharmed,” Kella responded darkly.

Angina came out of Dragon’s room. “I thought I heard you out here, Elspeth. Did you farsend to Duria?”

“Lirra is fine,” I said. “But I think being close to Malik is taking a severe toll on her. Duria seems to think she might not last out. What do you think? If all goes according to plan, she’ll only be there another night and day. The battle will shift down to the lowlands, and she can return to Obernewtyn.”

“Miky and I would like to ride with you tomorrow as part of the decoy operation. It won’t be so bad leaving Dragon alone for a night if you’re away, and if Lirra is too exhausted, one of us can fill in for her. Apart from all else, we need a break.”

“Very well,” I said, suspecting the twins disliked sending out their guild members while they remained safely at Obernewtyn.

I made myself go into Dragon’s chamber then. She lay as beautiful and motionless as ever, and useless tears pricked my eyes.

“Elspeth?” Aras murmured apologetically at my elbow. “We had better go to the farms. The beastmerge is due to begin.”

I let her draw me away, feeling guilty, because at some level, I was always glad to leave Dragon’s sick room. As we hurried along the halls, Aras questioned me about what had happened with Duria.

“I can feed more energy if you start in my mind and let
me
link with Duria,” she offered. “And I can organize a team to act as an energy source. That way, as long as the others can form the whiplash linkups, we can feed them whatever energy they need.”

I smiled at her enthusiasm. “Remember when you first told me about this idea? I little knew how valuable it would come to be.”

She smiled. “I am glad to see it works.”

“Works! Without it, we would be forced to use an old-fashioned relay of messages. This is almost miraculously swift.”

“It is hard to believe that this afternoon your mind went all the way from the highlands almost to Sutrium,” she admitted, beaming. “It’s a pity about the Suggredoon or eventually we could go right to Murmroth.”

“Having someone travel back and forth on the ferry will not cause too much of a delay. Tomorrow we will see if Zarak has heard anything from the west coast. I won’t stop feeling anxious until I have heard from all the teams.”

That night, I dreamed of Cassy again. She was with the Tiban rebel who had gone with her to the library.

“You did
what
?” he demanded, stopping and staring at her. They were in some sort of park.

“I got a tattoo,” Cassy said flatly, continuing to walk.

He hurried to catch up to her. “You know this won’t just wash off when you’re sick of it, Cass. You’ll get bored with it in a few years.…”

“I want it to be indelible, and I won’t get bored with it,” Cassy said, pushing her hands deep into her coat pockets. “It’s a symbol of a promise I made.”

“To that crazy woman?”

“She’s not crazy.”

“You know every nutcase swilling synthetic metho in the street prophesies doom and the imminent end of the world.”

“Maybe they’re right,” Cassy snapped.

The young man sighed. “Don’t let’s talk about doom when tomorrow—”

Cassy gave a groan and leaned into his chest. “I swear, every time they send you in, my heart dies a little bit. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“Nothing will happen. Any more than the world will end no matter what your precious Hannah says she foresees.…”

My shock was so great that the dream dissolved, and I woke. It was still deep night, and the fire was alight.

Knowing I needed my strength for the next day, I tried going back to sleep, but hearing that name was too jarring, for it told me that Cassy had contacted Hannah Seraphim. Even more stunning was the dream’s implication that Hannah had foreseen the Great White, for what else had that been but the end of her world?

I blinked, struck by a queer thought.

One part of Kasanda’s message had bade me seek a woman who had first foreseen the darkness that would come. Was it remotely possible that this referred to Hannah Seraphim? Or was I forcing impossible connections? After all, there must have been other futuretellers back then, and who was to say that Hannah had been the first to see what would come? And in any case, if she was, how on earth was I supposed to seek a woman so long dead?

Unless that was what the message meant. Go where that woman’s body lay. Her grave.

My mind skipped sideways, and I thought of the crumbled cairn the teknoguilders had found. Jacob Obernewtyn’s
grave. Where, then, was Hannah Seraphim laid to rest?

There was a strange poetry in the thought that part of the key to saving the world from a second Great White lay with a woman who had foreseen the first. Certainly there were some tenuous connections between Kasanda and Hannah. The doors to Obernewtyn, for instance …

“Sleep,” Maruman sent crossly.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” I sent back.

“Too late to be sorry,” the old cat grumbled. “Shortsleep is like young mouse to old feline. Hard to catch.”

“I’m sorry,” I sent again, feeling an ache of love for the battered cat. His mind had grown clearer, but he was little inclined to communicate these days. I stroked him tentatively, and for once he did not object. Soon he was snoring softly, and I drifted back to sleep, too, wondering what promise Cassy had made to Hannah.

The following day passed all too slowly, for none of us could concentrate on anything but the rebellion, which would begin that very night.

Far from being nervous, I was only too glad when it was time to ride down to Ceirwan’s camp. Aras, Kella, Roland, Miky, and Angina were also mounted up and attired as gypsies, as were several beastspeakers with empathic or coercive secondary abilities. Lina and another group had ridden down earlier in the day. We had been wary of advertising our presence in the high mountains, and small groups were less remarkable than large ones. Malik had been told that we intended to gather near the soldierguard encampment from all over the Land. Under no circumstances must he learn that we dwelt at Obernewtyn.

We rode steadily, and passing Guanette, I farsent Duria to
let Malik know we would be in position to make our move at midnight as planned. “Has he told you exactly where we are to bring the soldierguards?”