Thee does not have to be overnice, she murmured when he looked back. Thee is welcome to thy half.
It is warm here, he answered, miserable on the hard stone and wishing that he had not seen her as he had seen her. She meant the letter of her offer, no more; he knew it firmly, and did not blame her. He sat by the fire, ilin and trying to remind himself so, his arms locked together until his muscles ached. Servant to this. Walking behind her. To lie unarmored next to her was harmless only so long as she meant to keep it so.
Qujal. He clenched that thought within his mind and cooled his blood with that remembrance. Qujal, and deadly. A man of honest human birth had no business to think otherwise.
He remembered Liells urging. The sanity in the mans eyes attracted him, promised, assured him that there did exist reason somewhere. He regretted more and more that he had not listened to him. There was no longer the excuse of his well-being that kept them in Ra-leth. His fever was less. He examined his hand that her medications had treated, found it scabbed over and only a little red about the wound, the swelling abated. He was weak in the joints but he could ride. There was no further excuse for her staying, but that she wanted something of Kasedre and his mad crew, something important enough to risk both their lives.
It was intolerable. He felt sympathy for Liell, a sane man condemned to live in this nightmare. He understood that such a man might yearn for something other, would be concerned to watch another man of sense fall into the web.
Lady. He came and knelt by the bed, disturbing her sleep. Lady, let us be out of here.
Go to sleep, she bade him. There is nothing to be done tonight. The place is astir like a broken hive.
He returned to his misery by the fire, and after a time began to nod.
There was a scratching at the door. Minute as it was, it became sinister in all that silence. It would not cease. He started to wake Morgaine, but he had disturbed her once; he did not venture her patience again. He sought his sword, both frightened and self-embarrassed at his fear: it was likely only the rats.
Then he saw, slowly, the latch lift. The door began to open. It stopped against the chair. He rose to his feet, and Morgaine waked and reached for her own weapon.
Lady, came a whisper, it is Liell. Let me in. Quickly.
Morgaine nodded. Vanye eased the chair aside, and Liell entered as softly as possible, eased the door shut again. He was dressed in a cloak as if for traveling.
I have provisions for you and a clear way to the stables, he said. Come. You must come. You may not have another chance.
Vanye looked at Morgaine, shaped the beginning of a plea with his lips. She frowned and suddenly nodded. What effect on you, Chya Liell, for this treason?
Loss of my head if I am caught. And loss of a hall to live in if Kasedres clan attacks you, as I fear they will, with or without his wishing it. Come, lady, come. I will guide you from here. They are all quiet, even the guards. I put melorne in Kasedres wine at bedside. He will not wake, and the others are not suspecting. Come.
There was no one stirring in the hall outside. They trod the stairs carefully, down and down the several turns that led them to main level. A sentry sat in a chair by the door, head sunk upon his breast. Something about the pose jarred the senses: the right hand hung at the mans side in a way that looked uncomfortable for anyone sober.
Drugged too, Vanye thought. They walked carefully past the man nonetheless, up to the very door.
Then Vanye saw the wet dark stain that dyed the whole front of the mans robe, less conspicuous on the dark fabric. Suspicion leaped up. It chilled him, that a man was killed so casually.
Your work? he whispered at Liell, in Morgaines hearing. He did not know whom he warned: he only feared, and thought it well that whoever was innocent mark it now and be advised.
Hurry, said Liell, easing open the great door. They were out in the front courtyard, where one great evergreen shaded them into darkness. This way lies the stables. Everything is ready.
They kept to the shadows and ran. More dead men lay at the stable door. It suddenly occurred to Vanye that Liell had an easy defense against any charge of murder: that they themselves would be called the killers.
And if they refused to come, Liell would have been in difficulty. He had risked greatly, unless murder were only trivial in this hall, among madmen.
He stifled in such dread thoughts. He yearned to break free of Leths walls. The quick thrust of a familiar velvet nose in the dark, the pungency of hay and leather and horse purged his lungs of the cloying decay of Leth-hall. He had his own bay mare in hand, swung up to her back; and Morgaine thrust the dragon blade into its accustomed place on her saddle and mounted Siptah.
Then he saw Liell lead another horse out of the shadows, likewise saddled.
I will see you safely to the end of Leths territories, he said. No one here questions my authority to come and go. I am here and I am not, and at the moment, I think it best I am not.
But a shadow scurried from their path as they rode at a quiet walk through the yard, a shadow double-bodied and small. A patter of feet hurried to the stones of the walk.
Liell swore. It was the twins.
Ride now, he said, There is no hiding it longer.
They put their heels to the horses and reached the gate. Here too were dead men, three of them. Liell sharply ordered Vanye to see to the gate, and Vanye sprang down and heaved the bar up and the gate open, throwing himself out of the way as the black horse of Liell and gray Siptah hurtled past him, bearing the two into the night.
He hurled himself to the back of the bay marepoor pony, not the equal of those two beastsand urged her after them with the sudden terror that death itself was stirring and waking behind them.
CHAPTER V
THE LAKE OF Domen was ill-famed in more than the Book of Leth. The old road ran along its shore and by the bare-limbed trees that writhed against the night sky. It did not snow here: snow was rare in Korish lands, low as they were, although the forests nearest the mountains went wintry and dead. The lake reflected the stars, sluggish and mirrorlikestill, because, men said, parts of it were very deep.
They rode at a walk now. The horses overheated breath blew puffs of steam in the dark, and the hooves made a lonely sound on the occasional stretch of stones over which the trail ran.
And about them was the forest. It had a familiar look. Of a sudden Vanye realized it for the semblance of the vale of Aenor-Pyven.
The presence of Stones of Power: that accounted for the twisting, the unusual barrenness in a place so rife with trees as Koriswood. It was the Gate of Koris-leth that they were nearing. The air had a peculiar oppression, like the air before a storm.
And soon as they passed along the winding shore of the lake they saw a great pillar thrusting up out of the black waters. In the dim moonlight there seemed some engraving on it. Soon other stumps of pillars were visible as they rode farther, marking old and qujalin ruins sunk beneath the waters of the lake.
And two pillars greater than the others crowned a bald hill on the opposite shore.
Morgaine reined in, gazing at the strange and somber view of sunken city and pillars silhouetted against the stars. Even at night the air shimmered about the pillars and the brightest stars that the shimmer could not dim gleamed through that Gate as through a film of troubled water.
We are safe from pursuit, said Liell. Kasedres clan fears this lakeshore.