Twenty–Nine
When Shadea a’Ru reached the sleeping chamber door and pushed her way through the knot of Gnome Hunters that surrounded it, the first thing she recognized was that the door was magic–sealed.
« She’s free!» she hissed at Traunt Rowan and Pyson Wence as they came up next to her.
« Free? Of the triagenel?» The Gnome looked stricken. «That’s impossible! No one can break out of a triagenel!»
Traunt Rowan smiled faintly, almost as if he had expected as much. «Perhaps we failed to build it properly.»
Shadea didn’t know and didn’t care. What mattered was that their worst enemy was no longer a captive in any sense. She would have to be dealt with in a more direct and immediate manner or they were all finished.
She motioned for the Gnome Hunters to move behind her, thinking to put some space between all of them and the closed door. «To my left,” she told Pyson, pulling Traunt Rowan to her right. «When she comes through that door, burn her. Don’t hesitate. Don’t think about it. Just do it. We’ll catch her from three sides. Even Grianne Ohmsford isn’t impervious to Druid magic!»
They backed away, Shadea all the way across the hall to the far wall, where she pressed her back up against the stone and summoned her magic to her fingertips. She glanced left and right to the other two, standing perhaps twenty feet away on either side in the middle of the hallway. The Gnome Hunters were crouched behind them, swords drawn, arrows noched into bows.
Thirty, perhaps forty strong, they waited.
Then the door flew open, banging hard against the wall, and a specter emerged, a black and impenetrable wraith backlit by light that poured through a ragged hole in the sleeping chamber wall. Its robes billowed out from its slender form, and light from the flameless hallway lamps reflected off the shiny surface of a clasp fashioned in the shape of the Eilt Druin, a hand holding forth a burning torch.
For a second, in spite of their combined resolve, no one among those who obeyed Shadea a’Ru moved. The sight of the ghostly form froze even the sorceress herself.
But then Shadea broke free of her momentary shock and sent Druid Fire streaking into the black–cloaked form, burning it to ash. Fire from the other two Druids followed on the heels of her own, disintegrating even the ash. Shouts of encouragement rose from the Gnome Hunters, who leapt up and down in response to the destruction.
Then silence settled over the hallway, and everyone went still again. Shadea moved out to the center of the corridor, peering cautiously through the haze.
« I am not where you thought me to be,” Grianne Ohmsford said from somewhere off to the right.
All three rebel Druids froze where they were, staring at nothing but wall and smoke and ash as they tried to find her.
« You are not my equal, Shadea,” Grianne continued quietly. «You never were. You never will be. You are banished from the order and from these walls. All of you are. If you leave now, I will let you live. I have seen enough of killing and vengeance and do not wish to see more. You deserve much worse than banishment, but if you go now, that will be the end of it. You have my word.»
A dozen responses went through Shadea a’Ru’s mind, all of them pointless. «I don’t think banishment will suit me,” she said finally. «And it remains to be seen if I am your equal or not. Show yourself, and let’s find out.»
But Grianne Ohmsford stayed invisible, speaking out of shadows and smoke. «Do you have any idea of what you have done? Do you have any idea at all? You sought to confine me to the Forbidding. To do so, you enlisted the aid of demons. One demon, in particular. You never stopped to consider why that demon would want to help you. You never thought that it might be using you as you were using it. What you did, Shadea—what all of you did—was to release a demon into this world by imprisoning me in the Forbidding. That demon remains free. It has a purpose in coming here. It seeks to destroy the wall of the Forbidding and set free all the demons it contains.»
What nonsense,Shadea thought at once. «Where is your proof of that, Grianne?» she snapped angrily. «Do you think us fools to believe such lies?»
« I think you fools not to. You have set free a changeling, Shadea. You have set free a creature that can disguise itself as anything or anyone. It will have already assumed the identity of another and begun seeking ways to destroy the Ellcrys. If we don’t stop it, it will succeed.»
« We? You would enlist us? Even as we are banished?» Shadea straightened to her full height. «Come out of hiding and persuade us better, Grianne.»
But even as she spoke, she was thinking of Iridia. Iridia, who had not seemed herself in that last encounter and who had gone to Sen Dunsidan to be his adviser when Shadea would have bet anything against that happening. Iridia, who had subsequently disappeared completely.
Could it be?
In an impulsive response to a possibility she could not bring herself to face, and disregarding her own safety, Shadea sent a scattering of illumination specks all across the facing of the wall fronting the bedchamber, trying to uncover Grianne’s hiding place. The glittering specks coated everything, leaving a clear outline of what lay concealed within the shadows and smoke.
Grianne Ohmsford was nowhere to be found.
« Show yourself, you coward!» Shadea screamed in fury.
« Turn around.»
Shadea stiffened, and then did so. Grianne Ohmsford stood a few yards away against the wall behind Shadea and to the right. She mirrored the wraith that had appeared in the doorway, cloaked and hooded in black, the Eilt Druin clasp at her throat. Her face and hands were pale and ravaged. She looked beaten and tired, she did not look up to a confrontation. Shadea took her measure and recognized the truth. The demon business and the offer of banishment were all a bluff.
« You don’t look well, Grianne,” she said. «You look as if a strong breeze might topple you. I don’t imagine it was very pleasant inside the Forbidding, was it?»
Her enemy said nothing, but those strange blue eyes never left her own. They were watching her, waiting to see which way she would go. Whatever else Grianne was, she wasn’t a fool.
« I think you have come to Paranor for the last time,” Shadea continued softly. «I think you have just wasted your one chance at escaping with your life.»
« Don’t mistake what you see,” the other whispered. «Take my offer. Go now. Banishment is not the worst of what can happen to you.»
« I’ll burn your eyes out first,” Shadea responded.
« Shadea, wait!» Traunt Rowan stepped forward, hands stretched out in a gesture of supplication. «Enough of this. It’s over. We’ve lost. Don’t you see?»
« Be silent!» she hissed.
« To what end? The time for silence is past. Look at what’s before us. Anyone who can survive the Forbidding and come back alive to the Four Lands and then break free of a triagenel is no one I care to challenge. If she can do all she has done to get back here and confront us like this, she has magic and luck beyond anything we possess.»
He looked at Grianne. «I told you once that you should resign for the good of the order. I have not changed my mind about that. I still think you should. I still think you are too divisive to ever bring the order together in the way that will serve the greater good. I took sides against you because of it. Maybe I was wrong to do so, but I was not wrong about you.»
He shook his head. «You must make your own decision. I have made mine. I accept this offer. I accept banishment. I’ve had enough.»
He gave Shadea a hard, searching look, and she returned it with enough venom to poison a city. But he would not look away, and he did not blink. «Do the right thing, Shadea. Give it up.»