“Oui,” said Celeste, “and she gave me these.” The princess handed over the golden tweezers.
Roel took the Fate-given gift and clicked together the smooth, rounded ends. Perplexity filled his eyes. “Skuld gave you a silver needle, and now Verdandi, golden pincers; whatever for? I wonder.” He handed them back to the princess.
“She gave me a rede as well, along with some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Oui. She told me to blunt half my arrows so as to kill and to not kill.”
“To kill and to not kill? What kind of advice is that?” Celeste shrugged. “I know not, cheri, yet I will follow it. Surely it will come clear.”
“And the rede. .?”
“Ah, that. It seems quite straightforward in places and totally horrifying in others.”
“Say it, love, and we will puzzle it out together.” Celeste smiled. “Just as we puzzled out the first rede, eh?”
Roel laughed. “Perhaps we can do better with this one.”
Celeste nodded and said, “Oh, unlike the first rede, I believe there is not much mystery as to just what we must do. Yet it is, as I say, quite horrifying.”
“Horrifying?”
“Oui. List:
“Difficult tests will challenge you At places along the way;
You and your love must win them all, Else you will not save the day.
“Ask directions unto his tower
In the Changeling Lord’s domain; The answers given will be true,
Yet the givers must be slain.
“Until the sister is set free,
With runed blade wielded by hand Kill all those who therein do speak; Question not; you’ll understand.” Roel’s eyes widened in shock. “Kill all who speak?”
“Oui. That’s what Lady Lot said.”
“And slay those who give us guidance?”
“Oui.”
Roel shook his head. “In war I left slaughter in my wake. I do not relish doing so again.”
“Nevertheless, it seems we must,” said Celeste.
“Nay, love, ’tis not we who must do so, but only I instead, for Lady Lot’s words say it must be done with a runed blade, and that means Coeur d’Acier.” Celeste turned up her hands and asked, “Then why did she tell me that I should blunt my arrows?”
“Did she not say ‘half your arrows’?”
“Half, all, still the question is why.” Roel shrugged.
They stood without speaking for a moment, and then Roel said, “At least the first stanza seems clear. We will face many tests along the way, and those we must overcome.”
“Roel, she said that we must win them all. We cannot lose even one. Else we will not save the day, and by that I think she means we will not save your sister and brothers.”
Roel touched the hilt of his sword and said, “With my blade and shield and spear and horse, I have bested many a challenger.”
“Oui, Roel, you have. Yet what if the test is not one of combat, but a test of another kind: riddles, games, puzzles, foot races, feats of strength, of skill, and the like?”
“Oh,” said Roel, illumination filling his face. “I see.” He shook his head in rue. “Ah, me. Ever the knight.
Ready with arms and armor, ready to enter the lists; yet these might be lists of another sort.” Celeste smiled. “Indeed, yet recall, in the rede Verdandi said ‘You and your love must win them all,’ which means the two of us together will have a chance to prevail.”
“Or each of us separately,” said Roel.
“There is that,” said Celeste, nodding.
“The second stanza in the rede seems clear as well,” said Roel. “We must ask directions to the Changeling Lord’s tower, and then slay those who respond.”
“But only in the Changeling Lord’s domain,” cautioned Celeste.
Roel frowned, “Why say you that?”
“Because, Roel, I think if we get guidance from someone outside his domain, then we do not have to slay that person. Hear me: does not the third stanza of the rede say ‘Kill all therein who speak’? And I deem that means all within the Changeling Lord’s domain, as is stated in the second stanza. I do not believe the rede intends for us to kill all who give guidance if they are not in that realm. I mean, if that were so, then we should have killed Florien, and I would have refused to do so.” Roel frowned and said, “It is not clear, Celeste, for the second stanza tells us to ‘Ask directions unto his tower in the Changeling Lord’s domain,’ and that might mean we need ask directions whether or not we are in his domain, and to slay those who answer. But on the other hand, it might also tell us to ask directions when we are in his domain, and only then to kill those who answer.” Celeste nodded and said, “As usual, the redes of the Three Sisters are ambiguous.”
Roel pondered for long moments and finally said, “I ween you are right, Celeste, for to interpret it as I did at first meant we would have had to slay Florien, for he certainly aided us.”
Celeste sighed and said, “Yet, Roel, we did not ask Florien for directions to the Changeling Lord’s tower, but only to the lord’s domain.”
Roel slammed a fist into a palm. “Ah, Mithras! Why cannot the Fates speak plainly?”
Celeste turned up a hand and grinned. “But then what would be the challenge in that?” Agape, Roel looked at her, and then he broke into laughter, his frustration evaporating. He stepped forward, took her in his embrace, and kissed her forehead-“I love you”-and eyes-“I love you”-
and nose and finally her lips. “Oh, yes, my cherie, I do love you dearly.”
They stood for a time holding one another and savoring the moment, but at last Celeste said, “Come, my handsome, let us find the arc of oaks.” As they mounted up, Roel said, “Mayhap one day I will get to meet one of the Three Sisters, and then I will ask why they do not speak clearly so that there is no question as to just what they mean.” Celeste laughed and said, “I think any answer you get will be a riddle itself.”
Smiling, a half point sunup of sunwise, they rode onward toward the twilight bound.
“Well, here is the marge,” said Roel, “but no arc of oaks.”
Celeste shrugged and said, “We’ve come a long way; hence it is no surprise to me that we might have veered a bit off course. In fact, I would have been shocked had we ridden straightaway to the very point of crossing.” Roel nodded and said, “As would I.”
Celeste raised her trump and said, “I have my horn; you have yours. I’ll ride this way; you that. Three sharp calls upon finding the arc. Oui?”
“Oui,” replied Roel. “Yet should you find foe instead and cannot slip away unseen, then sound repeated calls as you flee.”
“Ah, oui,” said Celeste, stringing her bow and nocking an arrow. “I assume you will do the same should you meet foe instead of charging in. Remember, cheri, I am rather good with this thing.”
Roel laughed and cocked his crossbow and set a quarrel in the groove, and then he turned his horse rightward and rode away along the twilight wall.
Turning to the left, Celeste rode sunupward, her tethered pack animal following.
She wended among trees of oak and evergreen, of maple and elm, and of other varieties, and the fragrance of cedar and yew and pine wafted on the breeze. She splashed across streams flowing into the twilight, and as usual she wondered where they went when they crossed the border, for it seemed they never continued past the bound, or if they did, it was at some other bound they emerged. It was as if Faery was once a whole world, with no twilight boundaries at all, and streams and oceans and lands were the same as in the mortal realm. But then the gods interfered and placed the shadowlight walls where they would, and when folk stepped across, they did not go unto the very next place, but were whisked somewhere else altogether, or so Celeste and her brothers and sister had always speculated. Borel as a child had once suggested that they put red dye in a stream flowing into a bound and see where it came out, but that would call for knowing where the stream would emerge, and if they knew that, then the mystery would have already been resolved. So, the question remained: without being aware of it, did one get instantly borne to another place when crossing a marge, or instead was there a wholly different realm lying directly beyond?