What is she telling him?
"Change," Morgaine said, "is very possible. That is the work I do."
"And this—for heir," Skarrin said. "This for companion. His get—for inheritors."
"Come with me," Morgaine said, "down the thread that leads to infinity. Or bind yourself more and more irrevocably to the one you have followed thus far. Eventually change maybecome impossible. But you will not find it inside the patterns; you find it linked to these—to qhal, and to humankind. And to me,lord Skarrin, and to those with me."
"So I should serve your purposes."
"Follow your own. Did I ever say I wished to share more than a road and the pleasure of your company? We will bid one another farewell—in time, in time I cannot predict, my lord Skarrin, nor can you. That is chance,my lord Skarrin. Have you grown too attached to this age and to what is? Have you found your own end of time, and are you content with solitude among your subjects—or do I tempt you?"
"You tempt me."
"We have a horse to spare." She held Vanye's arm the tighter, and laughed softly. "What want you, an entourage, a clutter of servants, lord Skarrin? I have my few, who will serve you the same as me. A horse, a bedroll, and the sky overhead —your bones are still young, and your heart is not that cold. Come and learn what a younger generation has learned."
The image smiled, slowly and fondly. "Was Anjhurin—fate's way of creating you—who see no wider than that?"
"Perhaps that is all there is worthwhile, my lord kinsman. Freedom. "
"Freedom! Oh, young cousin, lady, you mistake the roof for the sky. We are prisoners, all. Insidethe bubble we work what we will and we shift and change. The gates end and the gates begin. And all the hope you bring me is that the contagion is spreading and the bubble widens. Is thatcause to hope? I think not. In the wide universe we are still without significance."
"You are melancholy, my lord of shadows."
"I am a god. The cattle have made me so." There came laughter, soft and terrible. "Tell me, is that not cause for melancholy?"
"They name me Death. Is it not reasonable that I am the youngest of us, and the most cheerful?" Again she laughed, and stood and leaned against Vanye's shoulder, clasping his arm. "Few of humankind love me. But, lord of shadows, I shall live longest, and so will those who ride with me. It is helpers I seek. Come ride the wave with me, down to the last shore. Or do you want eternity in Mante, with shapes of your own devising, in a world of your own making? Another stone palace and more worshippers? Come, let us see if we can shake the worlds."
The image faded abruptly to dark. The hall was very still, except the random shift of a horse's foot, which rang like doom on the pavings.
"What are you saying?" Chei asked, suddenly breaking that peace. "What areyou, what are you talking about—waves and shores? Who areyou?"
"I have said," Morgaine said quietly, and her hand never left Vanye's shoulder, a calming touch. If it had not been there he would have reached for a weapon for comfort. It was; and he felt himself numb like a bird in the eye of the serpent—not afraid, not capable, he thought, of fear at all any longer. He knew her lies, even when they were told with the truth. Even when they were entirely the truth. He trusted. That was all there was left to do.
"Perhaps you can flee," Morgaine said to the others. "It seems likely. I do not think he will trouble himself with you."
Rhanin edged away. And stopped, as if he did not know what to do, or as if he had expected the others would, or as if he had had second thoughts. He only stood there.
Then distantly, softly echoing, came footsteps in the corridors.
This time, Vanye thought, it was substance which came to them; it was substance which appeared in the shadows of the corridor which let into this hall.
It was Skarrin himself who walked out into the light which was always available in such places, that power drawn of gate-force, come full in the room.
"My lady of mysteries," Skarrin said, halted there in that entry. "Am I in truth welcome?"
"Oh, indeed," Morgaine said in a still, hushed voice. "Good day to you, shadow-lord." She walked a few paces closer, and stopped, and Vanye stood with a shiver running through his limbs, a twitch that was the impulse to follow her, stay with her instantly; but that was a fool's move, to show hostility to this lord, and useless. He watched Morgaine stop and stand, hands on hips, head tilted cheerfully. "You are smaller than I thought."
For the least instant he frowned, then laughed in offended surprise. "We are well-matched." His gaze swept the room. "And this, the company you ask me to keep. You—Man. Come here."
Vanye's heart turned over. He measured the separation between him and Morgaine and between him and Skarrin with a nervous sweep of his eye, and used that small chance to bring himself even with Morgaine.
"I take my lady's orders," he said as mildly as he could, while his heart beat in panic.
"Defiance from a human?"
"From me,"Morgaine said, and walked a little forward, to stop again with hand on hip. "Not that I am discourteous, my lord, but I do not lend my servants; I will reckon you have your own, and I will trust there are loyal folk among them. Or has this kingship of yours gotten too old and the intrigues too many? Or have you ceased to care? My folk will serve you. Bring your own servants—I care not, only so they are strong enough to last the course and honest enough to guard our backs. Let us set the gate and quit this tedious place. Keep to my path a while. I shall at very least value your company—and your advice. I am, after all, youngest. You can teach me—very much. And I can teach you,lord of dusty Mante—that there are new things under new suns, I am sufficient guarantee of that."
"You are arrogant."
"So I am told." She walked two paces forward and stood wide-legged. "I am terminus. And perhaps I am inception. Time will prove that. My origin is very recent as you measure time. I have never existed until now."
"As you dream—you have not existed."
"I am Anjhurins daughter, Anjhurin who claimed to have seen the calamity. Think of that,my lord. And my mother came down a thread he had never known, that one which leads to stars outside, my lord. By seizing thathe hoped to widen his power. But causality doomed him. He used force. She despised him. So, my lord, did I. And I destroyed him."
"You."
"With a will, my lord. All of Anjhurin's causality rests in me.That is my weight in the web of time—the youngest and the oldest of us, in one, and I reach outside. In me, every causality meets."
Skarrin backed a pace.
She lifted her hand so naturally and so quickly the red fire had touched the lord before Vanye could both realize the weapon was in her hand and draw in his breath.
"I cannot die—/" Skarrin cried; as a second time the red light touched him, from Morgaine's hand, amid the forehead: he fell with a horrified expression.
Die . . . die . . . die . . .the walls and the vaulted ceiling gave back. They echoed the heavy fall of Skarrin's body, and the nervous shifting of the horses.
Vanye caught his breath, shaken in every bone, not believing it had been so sudden or so without warning.