She nodded her understanding. ‘I see. Like the T’lan Imass.’
He answered her nod, his hand at his beard. ‘Yes. Somehow, our Vow echoed theirs. Perhaps it was the location — the physical source of this spirit realm. Or K’azz’s words. Or the spirit of our intent and conviction.’ He lifted his bony shoulders once more. ‘Who knows?’
‘But we can never … leave.’
‘Yes.’
She faced him. ‘So … everyone is here? All the fallen? Petal? Sept? Cole? Even … Skinner?’
‘Yes. All the Brethren.’
She peered round, seeing no one. ‘Well? Where are they?’
‘We’ve found it best not to overwhelm. First things first.’
She studied him, her gaze narrowing. ‘Such as?’
‘As before. Do you wish to return?’
‘Return? You mean … I may? I can?’
‘Yes.’
For some reason she felt terribly unworthy of this gift. Unwilling to pursue it, as if it would be an insult to all the Brethren who had come here before her. ‘Why me? Why not the others?’
He raised a hand as if to calm her. ‘I understand, Shimmer. Do not worry yourself. Some choose not to. Some do. In time, they will.’
She took another steadying breath, though she knew it for a deceit. ‘Very well. Then yes, I choose to return.’
He nodded at this and smiled crookedly. ‘We all knew you would.’ He held out his hand. ‘Farewell … for now.’
She reached for his hand but somehow her fingers passed through his and she blinked, the world growing dim, then she blinked again to glowing brightness that made her flinch and cover her eyes. Someone held her hand and she saw that it was K’azz.
‘Welcome back, Shimmer.’
‘I wasn’t really gone, was I?’ she said in wonder.
‘No. Not really.’ He and Blues helped her up and steadied her. They still stood upon the ice-field.
‘Did you know?’ she asked of Blues.
He scowled his dismay and amazement. ‘I knew something wasn’t adding up, but …’ he took a shuddering breath, ‘I still can’t believe it.’
Cal-Brinn offered his hand and she took it, squeezing.
‘You knew, yes?’
The old mage nodded. ‘I suspected. Omens and hints from Rashan told me to wait. That answers would come here. And so I waited.’
‘I see. What now, then?’
‘Now we wait a little more,’ and he gestured to the gathered Ice-bloods. They were peering up towards the cloud-obscured heights. Even the Imass faced the north. The wind sighed and hummed as it whipped between their bones.
‘And what of us?’ she asked K’azz.
‘We return to Stratem — all of us.’
She nodded her heartfelt agreement. ‘Yes. All of us.’
They waited in silence then. Shimmer now understood their long shared silences. They were Avowed. They could wait. A thought struck her, and she asked, ‘And what of Cowl?’
K’azz had been gazing off down the mountain slope and the immense vista beyond of snow and twisting spine-like ridges of black stone. He lowered that gaze to his feet, his brow clouding. ‘Yes. Cowl. He blames me still. He would kill me if he could, I think.’
‘I see that now. He thought I would share his rage.’
He shot her a brief, wary glance. ‘And … do you?’
She shook her head, sighed, and crossed her arms. ‘No. It was not deliberate. We all chose to swear. No. I am not angry.’
She felt the tension uncoil within him, saw his shoulders ease. He murmured, his voice thick, ‘Thank you, Shimmer.’
The afternoon lengthened. The light beneath the clouds darkened to a silvery pewter where shadow and light seemed to melt together. Movement drew her eye: a lone figure descended the rocky slope. A thick bear cloak draped his shoulders and a patch covered one eye. He walked thumping his long dark-wood spear to the stones as he came and Shimmer felt an atavistic shiver upon seeing him.
‘Success, it would seem,’ K’azz remarked.
The Sayer, Orman, went to his brothers and sisters among the Icebloods and clasped arms. Next came Silverfox and the Bonecaster, Pran Chole, followed by Kilava. These went to the Imass and the other Bonecasters, Ut’el and Tolb Bell’al. Their sharing was in silence.
First to come to them was Silverfox. She walked alone to stand before K’azz. Her face it seemed could not help but carry sadness and hurt when she looked upon him and the rest of them. ‘I’m sorry,’ she began again, but K’azz raised a hand to silence her.
‘There is nothing for you to apologize for. What happened above? Are the others coming? Kyle?’
She drew a weary breath — one touched by a measure of disbelief. ‘We struck an accord. I have formally sworn off all hostilities towards the Jaghut. For reasons of their own, the Forkrul decided not to intervene.’
‘Well done.’
‘Do not thank me. Your friend, the Whiteblade, was instrumental.’
‘And where is he?’
‘He waits above with the bard for their companion, the Andii, who has entered into an exchange with the Forkrul …’ The shake of her head told what she thought of that decision, and of his chances.
‘I see. Well, I congratulate you all the same, Silverfox. I have heard the tale of your coming into your birthright in south Genabackis. The Pannion wars. I believe that all those who had a hand in your raising would feel vindicated and immensely proud right now.’
Shimmer saw that these words struck the woman deeply. She blinked back tears, nodding. ‘Thank you, K’azz. You are generous even when …’ she could not continue, and had to break off to master herself. ‘Even when the curse of the Imass has fallen upon you and yours.’
He held out his open hands. ‘We came to this of our own accord. It probably would not have emerged, otherwise.’
She tilted her head, agreeing, and pushed back her greying curls behind an ear. ‘You understand that I am not the Summoner for you?’
His answering smile was gentle. ‘Yes. We understand. We must await ours.’
She tilted her head again and offered Shimmer a shy smile of farewell that was so incongruous on the face of an elder that she had to answer with her own. ‘Good luck,’ Shimmer offered.
After she left, Kilava joined them. She regarded K’azz with a critical eye — perhaps her normal expression. ‘So, K’azz of the Red Clan. Full circle.’
He nodded his grave agreement. ‘Indeed.’
‘This was never our intent. The opposite, in fact.’
‘I know. What of you, then?’
She frowned her uncertainty. ‘I believe I will walk for a time with the Summoner — at least until we cannot bear each other’s company. We shall see.’
K’azz offered his hand, which she took. She took Blues’ and Cal-Brinn’s hands as well, but when Shimmer offered hers, the woman pulled her close and hugged her with alarming strength. ‘I’m glad to see you are back with us,’ she whispered, and released her. Shimmer stood rather shocked, unable to frame a reply. ‘Farewell, Red Clan,’ she said. ‘We will see one another again.’
The T’lan Imass set off across the ice-field. To her eyes they appeared so lonely, so frail, yet she knew this was not the truth at all. She felt that she was watching something timeless, yet something that would never be seen again.
The Iceblood Orman came to them next. He was flanked by his twin guards, both quiet and watchful. He leaned upon his tall spear and regarded them with his one good eye. He still loomed taller than they.
He nodded to Cal-Brinn. ‘My thanks, Crimson Guard, for your defence of the Losts. I am grateful. What now for you? Will you await your friends above?’
K’azz shook his head. ‘They will know where to find us, if they wish. We are for our homeland, Stratem. Best of fortunes to you, Orman of the Sayer. I hope you can carve out a homeland as well.’
The lad’s eye glittered with a new confidence. ‘Oh, I believe we shall.’
‘Farewell, then.’ And K’azz bowed his head, as did Shimmer, Blues and Cal-Brinn. They headed off, following in the tracks of the T’lan Imass.
Cal-Brinn, however, turned back as if struck by a thought. ‘Orman,’ he called.