"What is the knowledge you have of the old powers?" the woman Halah asked, a female voice which confused him in this gathering.
"Where were you going?" Hetharu asked, shouting at him, and he flinched from that horrid sound and stumbled against the guards.
"No," he said.
And suddenly the wall of the tent went back. Men stood there… Fwar, and others, with drawn bows. The pikes swung about to face that intrusion; but the bowmen parted slightly, and Roh walked out of the dark into the light of the tent.
"Cousin," Roh said.
The voice was gentle; that kinsman's face looked concerned for him, and kind. Roh held out his hand, and no khaldared forbid him. "Come," Roh said, and again: "Come."
He recalled why he should fear this man: but Roh's human face promised something more honest than surrounded him. He came, trying not to see the dark at the edges. Roh's hand caught him by the arm, helped him walk as Fwar's bowmen closed to guard their retreat, a human curtain between them and the khal.
Then the cold wind outside hit him, and he had not even the control of his limbs to shiver.
"My tent is this way," Roh said, bearing him on his feet. "Walk, curse you."
He tried, although the splinted leg was the only steady one. It was a long blank time until he found himself lying against a wall of bound reeds in Roh's shelter. A ring of Hiua at Roh's shoulder leaned on their bows and stared down at him, shadows in the dim light of a fire, the smoke of which curled up to an opening in the roof. Fwar was there, foremost of them.
"Go, get out of here," Roh bade the Hiua. "All of you, keep an eye on the khal."
They went, though Fwar lingered last… gave him a broad and disturbing grin before he went out the door.
Then Roh dropped down on his heels. He put forth a hand to his face, turned it to him and stared him in the eyes. "Akil."
"Yes." The haze of it was too thick to fight any longer. He turned his face away, shuddering, for the warmth made the touch like that on a burn… not painful, but too sensitive.
"Where is Morgaine? Where would she have gone?"
That alarmed him. He shook his head vehemently.
"Where?" Roh repeated.
"The river… Fwar knows."
"The control is there, is it not?"
The question shot through all his refusals. He looked at Roh and blinked, and realized afterward that his reaction had betrayed the truth.
"Well," Roh said, "we have suspected it. We have been searching all that area. She dares not come back here, Master Gate though this is… aye, I know that too; and therefore she must have that which controls the Gate. She will seek that point, reliable as a lodestar… if she is not dead. Do you think that she is?"
"I do not know," he admitted, and the tears surprised and overwhelmed him, flowing down his face. He could not stop them, nor tell how much or what he had said that he ought not; all his sense was undone, and, he feared, his memory with it.
"She was badly hurt, Fwar said."
"Yes."
"What worries me now is the thought of that sword of hers. Think of that in Hetharu's gentle hands. That must not happen. That must not happen, Vanye. You must prevent that. Where would she go?"
The words were reasoning, the touch gentle and pleasant He drew back from it and shook his head, swore. Roh's hand fell and Roh rested on his heels staring at him as at a perplexing problem, his face, so like a brother's to him, furrowed between the brows with distress. He shut his eyes.
"How much did they give you? How much of the akil?"
He shook his head, not knowing the answer. "Let me be. Let me be. It has been days since I rested; Roh, let me sleep."
"Stay awake. I fear for you if you do not."
That had not the incongruity it might have held; it was not the first time he had seen this face of his enemy, that which had been his cousin. He blinked with dull perception, trying to think through Roh's words, flinched as Roh put his hands on his splinted knee.
"Fwar told me that a horse went down on you. And these other hurts?"
"Fwar knows."
"I thought so." Roh took the knife from his belt-hesitated as Vanye saw it and recognized it. "Ah, yes. You carried it… to return to me, I do not doubt. Well, it is back. Thank you." He cut the binding on the splint, and that plain stubbed even through the akil,touching all other nerves. But Roh felt of the joint with great gentleness. "Swollen… torn. Probably not broken. I will do what I can with it. I will free your hands-or not, as you will have it. You tell me."
"I will make no trouble for the meanwhile."
"Sensible man." Roh bent him forward and cut the cords, then sheathed the blade and massaged his torn hands until some life returned to his swollen and discolored fingers. "You are clear-minded enough to know where you are, are you not?"
"The Gate," he recalled, and recalled what had befallen Roh at such a place. Panic took him. Roh's fingers bit into his wrist, stopping him from a wild move, and the leg shot fire through the arch of the knee, pain and the akilalmost taking his senses.
"You are going nowhere, crippled as you are," Roh hissed into his ear, and thrust his arm free. "What do you expect? That anyone could want the carrion they have left of you? I have no such designs. Use your wits. I would not have let you free if I had."
He blinked, trying to think clearly, trying to flex the life back into his fingers. He was shaking, sweat cold on him.
"Be still," Roh said. "Believe me. Body-changing is nothing pleasant. The one I have suffices… although," he added in cold mockery, "one of the Hiua might find yours an improvement. Fwar, for instance. His face gives him no joy."
He said nothing. The akilset even this at distance. The pain faded back into the warmth.
"Peace," Roh said softly. "I assure you, you are safe from that."
"Which are you? Liell now, is it not?"
Roh's face smiled. "More than not."
"Roh-" he pleaded, and the smile faded and the frown came back, an indefinible shift of the eyes.
"I say I will not harm you."
"Who is 'I,' Roh?"
"I-" Roh shook his head and rose. "You do not understand. There is no separation, no division. I-" He went across the shelter, there dipped up a pan of water… and on an apparent other thought, poured some into a handle-broken cup and brought it back to him. "Here."
He drank, thirstily. Roh knelt and took the cup back when he was finished, tossed it aside into the straw, then dipped a cloth into the pan of cold water and began, very gently, to wash the dirt from his wounds, starting with his face. "I will tell you how it is," Roh said. "At the first is utter shock . .. and then a few days that are like a dream. You areboth. And then part of the dream begins to fade, and you know that it was once there, but you cannot recall it in daylight. I was Liell once. Now I am Chya Roh. I think that I like this shape well. But then I probably liked the other. And the others before that. I am Roh now. Everything that he is, all that he remembers-all that he loves or hates. All, in short-that he is or ever was-I contain."
"Except his soul."
A touch of irritation came over Roh's face. "I would not know about that."
"Roh would have."
Roh's hands resumed the gentle ministering they had for an instant ceased, and he shook his head. "Cousin-sometimes-there is a perverseness in me that I cannot help. I would not harm you, but do not prick at me. Do not. I do not like it when I have done such a thing."
"Oh Heaven, I pity you."
The cloth found a raw spot and he winced. "Do you prick at me," Roh repeated between his teeth. The touch gentled again. "You do not know what trouble you have caused me .. . this whole camp. You know the marshlanders are across that barricade trying to figure how to get their hands on you."
He gazed at Roh, distantly.
"Wake up," Roh insisted. "They have put too much of that into you. What did you tell them?"
He shook his head, confused. For a time he truly did not remember. Roh seized his shoulder and forced his attention.
"What, confound you? Will you have them to know and not me? Think it through."
"They asked-asked me to tell what I knew of the Gates. They are tired of relying on you. They said-that because the Men in this camp want to kill me, they would have more hold on me than on you… that was Shien's thought… or someone's… I cannot remember. But Hetharu… meant to have what I know-and not to tell you until a time suited him-"
"What you know. And what do you know of Gates. Has she given you knowledge enough to be dangerous?"
He thought over the hazard of truth with Roh. Nothing would focus.
"Have you such knowledge?'' Roh asked.
"Yes."
"And what did you tell them?"