She stopped, her face turning somber. «I am talking too much. You need to rest. I will tell Rue you are awake.»
« Wait,” he said again. He swallowed against the tightness in his throat, against the urgency he was feeling at needing to act on his dream. «How long have I been like this?»
« A little more than three days.»
Three days. A lifetime.«Where are we?»
« Above the Streleheim, flying north along the western exposure of the Anar Mountains.» She hesitated. «We stopped last night so that I could collect plants to treat your wound. And to allow you a chance to sleep on solid ground for one night. But Rue said we had to go on this morning, that we could not afford to delay longer. The Druids would be after us, and we needed to find your son before they did. That’s where we are flying.»
« To Taupo Rough?»
« To Taupo Rough. You told us just before you lost consciousness that this was where the scrye waters showed him to be.»
But where he no longer was,Bek thought. Still, it was where they must begin their search for his companions, whose help the King of the Silver River had said they would need. Keys that would open doors to reach him—what did that mean?
« Rest now,” Bellizen said, touching his arm as she rose.
He exhaled slowly and lay back, and she was gone before he could say anything more. He lay in the ensuing silence and stared up at the beams of his cabin, at the underside of the decking, at the windows through which the heavy streamers of daylight shone. It was all so familiar. But he had the feeling that the familiar was rapidly vanishing, and that what lay ahead would be as strange and new as the idea of Penderrin and Grianne inside the Forbidding.
He closed his eyes for a moment, to rest them, and immediately fell asleep.
Thirteen
When Bek Ohmsford woke, he was alone. He lay in his bed staring up at the same patch of the decking’s underside that he had been looking at when he fell asleep— crossbeams, rough planking, wooden dowels, and iron nails all fitted into place. He felt the sway of the airship and knew she was still flying. Outside, the light was pale and washed of color. It was twilight, he guessed. Or the gray of a new dawn. He wondered how much time had passed. He wondered how far they had come.
For a while he lay without moving, allowing himself to come fully awake, taking time to test the limits of his strength. He found bound about his waist the compress that protected the knife wound, as well as the bandage to his shoulder. Both wounds ached, but no more than he might have expected them to. He moved his arms and legs without difficulty and even managed to lift himself up on one elbow, although the effort caused a sharp twinge in his injured side. He lay back, feeling appreciably better than he had when he had first regained consciousness. Still, he accepted that he was not yet at full strength. He reached for the cup of water that Bellizen had left at his bedside and drank deeply. The water was sweet and cool, and it helped clear his head of sleep. He thought he might be able to get out of bed and up on deck if he took his time. But he would have to try standing and he would have to dress. It would not be easy.
He was working his way into a sitting position when the door to his cabin opened and Rue appeared.
« What do you think you’re doing?» she snapped, rushing over and pushing him down again. Her face reflected a mix of concern and irritation, but it softened almost at once as she leaned down and kissed him. «Wait a bit. You’re not ready yet.»
« I feel better,” he said.
« Apparently. But how you think you feel doesn’t necessarily reflect how you really are.» She sat down beside him. «Didn’t Bellizen tell you how worried we were? You lied to me about that knife wound. It was much worse than you said.»
« I just wanted to get out of there. I wasn’t thinking about the wound.»
« We almost lost you, Bek.»
He smiled. «You can’t lose me as easy as that.»
« I hope not.» She ran the tip of one finger across his cheek. «Losing you would be too much for me.»
She kissed him again, and he kissed her back, holding her close, even though it hurt both his side and shoulder to do so. When she pulled away, she brushed back her short–cropped hair and shook her head in despair. «You risk too much, Bek Ohmsford. You take too many chances.»
« I must have learned that from you,” he answered, laughing. «Let’s be honest for a moment. Who in the world ever took more chances than you?»
She nodded, conceding the point. «But you feel better, do you?» She held her hand against his forehead for a moment. «Your fever has broken, you’re much cooler. Earlier, you were burning up. And delirious. Thrashing and talking about things none of us could understand. You were dreaming. Or having nightmares. Do you remember any of it?»
« I remember what matters,” he said quietly.
Then he told her of his vision and of the words of the King of the Silver River. He was surprised to see her cry when she learned that Pen was inside the Forbidding. But immediately afterward she was angry and quick to blame Grianne. «If not for her, none of this would be happening.» Their lives were caught up in hers, snared in her Druid machinations and political maneuverings, held prisoner by her web of intrigues and subterfuges. She might not be the Ilse Witch any longer, but as Ard Rhys she inspired the same hostility and enmity. Anyone connected with her, whether by blood or by alliance, suffered as a result.
None of them would ever be free of her entanglements.
Bek tried to reason with her, but there was no doing so while her son was in such terrible danger and her anger so great because of it, so he quickly gave it up, instead turning the discussion a different way.
« You did the right thing by keeping us flying toward Taupo Rough. If the King of the Silver River is to be believed, our chance for helping Pen lies in first finding his companions.»
She frowned at him.«Are we to believe him, Bek? Are we to believe any of those who harbor secrets? We know better than to trust the Druids. Should we trust a creature like the King of the Silver River any farther?»
Bek shrugged. «I think we have to. Pen trusted him.»
« Which put our son inside the Forbidding. You make my point.»
« But maybe we have to extend our trust a little farther in order to get him out again. After all, what other choice do we have? We haven’t another way of reaching Pen.»
« I hate this!» she snapped. «I hate that everything we do is dictated by these secret keepers, Faerie and Druid alike. Everything that has happened is their doing. We are just their pawns!»
He nodded. «I know what we are. But we are thinking pawns, and in the end we will make our own decisions. For now, we have to follow the path we have been put upon and hope that it leads us to where we want to go. That path takes us first to Taupo Rough.»
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. «All right. Taupo Rough.» She looked out the window at the graying light. «Dusk comes. You’ve been asleep for more than a day, but we traveled on while you slept. We should reach the village before dawn. You should go back to sleep while you can. Or would you like something to eat first?»
He chose to eat, and she sat with him while he did. He was heartened to find that her anger gradually lessened and her mood lightened, and he did not argue with her when she told him to go back to sleep afterward. She kissed him and told him she loved him, and he told her that he loved her, too. It was as much as they needed to say. It was enough to leave things at that.