'All,' said Thraun. 'Erienne has too much pain.'
It was a comment that took Hirad by surprise. 'What do you mean?'
'She must open to those she hates. It is hard.'
Hirad frowned. 'I don't-'
'It's to do with the One,' explained The Unknown. 'I think she's going to have to let the Al-Drechar help her now, and so does our quiet but very perceptive shapechanger.'
Thraun growled in his throat at the term, his eyes flashing brief anger. There was much of the wolf still left inside him.
'Sorry, Thraun, but it's what you are,' said The Unknown. 'I meant no offence.'
Thraun shook his head. 'I am Raven.'
'You got that right,' said Hirad.
It was the most Thraun had said at any one time, and as Hirad left the Captain's room to go to his cabin he felt hope that the lost man wasn't too far from home. Erienne lay down on the small cot with her head pounding like never before. It had come on so suddenly, though she'd been feeling rather elsewhere all day. She'd found it hard to concentrate, almost as if she'd drunk too much and was viewing events from a distance. And when, quite without warning, the pain had hit her like repeated and heavy blows to the back of her head, she'd struggled to remain conscious, too confused even to ask for help.
'This can't go on, love,' said Denser gently, his face near hers, hand stroking her thudding head, a cloth held to her nose, which had begun to bleed.
'But what if it's them causing the pain to make me need them?' she asked, fighting to think straight and glad of the gloom in the curtained cabin. She had her eyes closed and had managed to relax sufficiently to stop feeling nauseous.
'How else will you find out?' asked Denser. 'But you can't live with this pain. It was bad enough before.'
'I know,' said Erienne. 'But-'
'It's not like admitting defeat,' said Denser. 'Don't you think you've made your point?'
Erienne sighed. She knew he was right. But she hadn't won; rather just not lost by not acknowledging what she carried for so long. She'd repressed it so easily when all she could think of was her grief over Lyanna. But now that had eased slightly, now her mind was more open and her mood that bit more positive, it was as if the One was trying to assert itself.
'Will you stay with me? Help me?' she asked, opening her eyes and clutching his arm.
'Where else would I be but by your side?'
She felt a rush of love that swamped the pain for a moment. 'All right. If you think I should.'
'I do,' he said, still stroking her hair. 'But you must think so too.'
She nodded. It had to be now. The pain smashed around her head and she knew there was only one source of help. She closed her eyes again and spoke to them with her mind, hoping it would be enough.
Are you there? she asked, knowing her tone was unfriendly but with no desire for it to be otherwise. They should know from the outset that this was not forgiveness for what they had done but acceptance of what she carried. Myriell? Cleress? Are you there?
Erienne, we have been waiting. Always near but never within your mind. Cleress's voice was like honey over a sore throat. It is a joy to hear you.
It is not a joy to be speaking to you but I must, said Erienne.
We understand that you still harbour anger and hatred, said Myriell. But please believe us that we just want to help you accept what you hold in your mind before it destroys you. And destroy you it will.
Don't threaten me like that, said Erienne, the pounding in her head excruciating. I am not some child you can control with scare stories.
I am simply informing you of reality and nothing more, said Myriell. You are in pain, I take it?
I have never experienced anything like it, conceded Erienne. It has been with me for days but it is suddenly so intense I can barely see or stand. It had better not be inspired by you.
Oh, Erienne, how could you think that? We have never sought to cause you harm, admonished Cleress gently.
Erienne all but laughed as the bitterness showered through her. You killed my daughter. How much more harm do you think you can possibly do?
We so wanted Lyanna to live. But the One was killing her; I wish you would believe that.
And now I have the One whether I like it or not, don't I? said Erienne, fighting back the throbbing agony a little longer. You didn't feel the need to give me a choice. Your arrogance is that great.
Erienne, your daughter couldn't contain the power because Dordover awoke it too early, said Cleress. You, being her mother and a Dordovan, were the only host capable of keeping it alive. Of keeping that part of Lyanna alive. And there was a battle going on. We had no time to discuss this and anyway you would have refused.
There was no hint of guilt in Cleress's voice. No real regret. Just an assumption of necessity. Erienne knew she should have been enraged by them. But though she hated what they had done, at least she could feel that the One magic that resided in her mind had been nurtured and grown by Lyanna. Beautiful Lyanna. She felt tears on her face and Denser's soothing hand on her brow and across her hair. He said nothing.
You have to take the pain away, she said. You have to.
We can, but for that you must let us into your mind all the way and you must accept that one of us will be with you always to guide you, said Cleress. We will be silent unless you ask something of us or if we believe your mind to be at risk. But you must know that once the process is started it cannot be stopped.
I don't want any process to start. I just want the pain to go.
That is the beginning of the process, said Myriell.
So be it. But don't push me where I don't want to go. Don't presume to control me or anything about me or I will fight you. Do nothing without my express agreement.
Both Al-Drechar laughed. Erienne, we know you well enough not to presume anything ever again.
It is no laughing matter, snapped Erienne.
No, it isn't, said Myriell. Now, are you ready? Just relax your mind.
Begin, said Erienne.
And, with the most gentle of probing feelings, her pain vanished and she saw for the first time the well of power that was the One magic, hers to control if she had the strength. It was a force for good or evil far more comprehensive than any single college's magic. It drew on the energies of land, sky, mana and sea. Its scope was endless. With it at her beck and call, there was so much she could do. The ship had sailed in under cover of darkness, and before dawn much of the loading had been done. Sha-Kaan had woken to the sounds of Xeteskians preparing to leave on the next tide and he took to the air, anger surging within him, powering his tired wings.
Stay and rest, Nos-Kaan, he pulsed, as he swooped down on the house from which Sytkan, the lead Xeteskian mage, was emerging. I will call should I need you.
The mage knew he was coming. The boughs of nearby trees bent under the downdraught, dust and sand were whipped into the air and the noise of each beat of his wings drowned out any speech on the ground. To his credit the Xeteskian faced him squarely, having picked himself up and dusted himself down. Others of his order were not so calm, haring off down the path to the landing beach.
Sha-Kaan glowered down at Sytkan, choosing to sit up on his hind legs and angle his neck down, noting the ten Protectors who stood in a defensive circle around him.
'Was I to be privy to your decision to leave these shores or were you hoping we would sleep until your ship was out of sight?'
'Our work is done here, Sha-Kaan. Aside from the defence force we will leave to guard the Al-Drechar and their people, we must all return to Xetesk to validate our research.'
Sha-Kaan bent his neck further, moving his mouth close to Sytkan and sighting along his snout at the mage, whose eyes widened. Protectors drew weapons.