As the years flowed on Derae's powers grew and she found the night attacks less daunting. Yet now she was lost within a dark, troubled nightmare, shadows darting just out of her range of vision as she spun and twisted, trying in vain to glimpse them. But all she could see were grey castle walls, water glistening on cold stone.
Darkness rose like smoke around her and from within it she heard the sound of rasping breath, the scratching of talons on stone pavings. Piercing pain tore into her arms as a creature of scale and slime leapt at her. White light blazed from her fingers, and a terrible scream echoed along the stone corridors. Glancing down at her arms, she saw the marks of talons in bloody tears on her flesh; but of the creature there was no sign, only a fleeting memory of cold opal eyes and a wide-slitted mouth. Swiftly she healed herself and tried to soar, but the stone ceiling held her trapped, as did the walls and floor.
A black, stagnant pool of water ahead of her bubbled and rose, coalescing into the shape of a woman cloaked and hooded, pale of face and dark of eye. 'So, you are the Healer,' said the woman, her voice deep and husky. 'You are a pretty one. Come to me, pretty one!'
Derae laughed then, her fear evaporating. 'What do you want of me?'
'I want to know who you serve. You trouble me.'
'Why should you be troubled?' countered Derae. 'I am, as you say, a Healer. For more than twenty years I have dwelt in the temple. I do not even know you, lady.'
'Can you walk the many futures?' the woman asked.
'Can you?' responded Derae.
'What I can do is none of your concern!' snapped the hooded newcomer.
'I see that you cannot,' said Derae softly. 'Why is it of interest to you?'
The woman smiled, but her features did not soften. 'Can we not be friends? I too am a Healer, and a seer. I merely felt your power and wished to know more of you.'
Derae shook her head. 'We cannot be friends, you and I? we serve opposing powers. But then you do not desire friendship, do you? Speak the truth — or do you fear it will burn your tongue?'
'Burn! You wish to see burning?' hissed the woman. Flames leapt from the walls and Derae's robes caught fire, her skin blistering. She did not move, or scream. A soft golden light enveloped her, healing her skin, wrapping itself around her in a protective cloak. Angry now, Derae raised her hand. Twin spears of barbed light flashed through the woman's chest, hurling her back and pinning her to the wall; she screamed in pain, then touched the spears which disappeared in an instant.
The Dark Woman smiled. 'Very fine,' she said, 'and I was wrong about you. I have nothing to fear.'
The castle shimmered and vanished, and Derae awoke back in the temple.
The battle in the ghostly castle disturbed her and she sought out Tamis. The old woman was still asleep, spittle drooling to her chin. Derae touched her lightly, but she did not wake. The last two decades had not been kind to the old priestess: her powers were fading, along with her sight and hearing. Derae gripped her shoulder, shaking her more roughly.
'Eh? What?' muttered Tamis, rubbing at her eyes.
Derae brought her water and waited while the old woman adjusted from sleep to waking. 'Why did you disturb me? I was dreaming of my first husband. What a man! Ha! Like a ram, he was.'
Derae told her about the castle and the dark-cloaked woman. Tamis listened in silence, then shook her head. 'I don't know who she was. We are not alone in this struggle, Derae. There are others like us, with Talent and Sight. Some serve the Light, others the Darkness. Why did it trouble you?'
'She was frightened of me, but when I defeated her all her fear vanished. That makes no sense.
does it?'
Tamis sighed and rose from the bed. Dawn light was seeping through the shuttered window. She dressed in a simple robe of white wool and walked out into the garden, Derae following her.
'You say you defeated her. How?' asked Tamis. Derae explained and the old woman sighed. 'You tried to kill her, and in doing so she defeated you, for that is not the Way of the Source. And those who do not serve the Source serve only Chaos.'
'But that is not true,' protested Derae. 'I am a Healer. I am not evil.'
'No, you are not evil,' agreed Tamis, her voice weary. 'I have trained you badly. I have done so many things badly. My arrogance has been colossal. Cassandra tried to warn me but I would not listen. Yet I was wise once,' she said suddenly, stooping to smell a budding rose. 'I knew many secrets. But all wisdom is folly. We think we manipulate, but we are being manipulated. We think we have power, but we are as leaves in a storm. We do good works, that lead to evil. All is confusion. All is vanity.'
Derae took her hand. 'Are you ill, Tamis? I've not heard you speak like this before.'
'I am not ill. I am dying, Derae. And none of my work is finished. I wonder sometimes if we ever finish what we start. I am so tired of it all. I have done terrible things. . terrible. I thought I was being clever.' She laughed then, the sound a dry cackle which ended in a series of racking coughs. She cleared her throat and spat into the rosebushes. 'Look at me! Beautiful Tamis!
It is hard to believe that men once desired me.'
'What did you dream?' Derae asked.
'Dream?'
'You said you dreamt of your first husband. Tell me of it.'
'I saw how good it was to be loved, to be touched, to use and be used. I saw all that I have lost -
all my mistakes, my vanities.'
'Show me!' whispered Derae, laying her hands on the old woman's head. Tamis relaxed and Derae swam into her subconscious, seeing the young Tamis writhing beneath a powerful, bearded young man.
Derae did not watch the scene but floated high above it, twisting in the air, seeking. .
searching. Then she saw her, the dark-cloaked woman. She was laughing and pointing at the rutting couple. Derae moved closer. The woman was not alone, shadowy shapes hovered around her.
Derae surfaced into the cool of the dawn garden. 'It was no dream, Tamis; it was the woman I spoke of. She came to you, filling your mind with despair.'
'Nonsense. I would have seen her. I am still powerful!' protested Tamis. 'Why do you seek to undermine me?'
'I do not,' Derae told her. 'I promise you. We are under attack, Tamis. But why now?'
'The Dark Birth is close,' whispered Tamis. 'So close. Maybe within the year, certainly within two. Was she truly in my head?'
'Yes. I am sorry.'
'It does not matter. All powers fade.' Tamis sighed. 'I wish I could teach you more, but I cannot.
And one day you will hate me.' Tears fell from her eyes.
'You have taught me much, my friend… my dear friend. How could I ever hate you?'
'You saw the woman? Well, that is retribution of a poetic kind,' said Tamis. 'One day you will know why. But tell me, where is Parmenion?'
'He is in Susa. The Great King has presented him with a prize stallion following his victory in Mesopotamia.'
'He will be drawn into the battle for Macedonia,' Tamis said. 'That is the centre now. All the powers are being drawn there, it is the place. Go there! Go there now! See it. Feel it!'
'I cannot go now. I am worried about you, Tamis.'
'It is too late for your worries, my dear. The future is upon us. The Dark God is coming.'
'But we can still stop him?'
Tamis shrugged and stared around the garden. 'Look at the roses. There are hundreds of them. Every year there are thousands of blooms. If I were to ask you to trim and prune them all so that only one perfect bloom would emerge, and all other bushes remained green, could you do it?'
'I think so, but it would take all my power.'
'What if I asked you to prune all the roses in the world, so that only one bush produced one perfect flower?'