"The slain stag is bleeding."
"And…?"
"And I look away, into the flames. -Oh, oh, oh." Arin began weeping and her breath came in harsh gasps.
Lysanne leaned forward and took Arin's hand and winced in pain at her grip. "Stay calm, my dear. Stay calm."
But Arin squeezed tighter and called out, "Oh, Adon, let it not be."
"Dara Arin?"
"Slaughter. Bloody slaughter."
"Dara Arin!"
"Dragons…"
"Dara, listen to me!"
"Oh, the children. Oh, oh, oh… I cannot, I cannot, I cannot…"
Now Lysanne called out sharply, "Lady Arin, listen to me! Step beyond these vile seeings, past the slaughter, past the famine, past the disease, past the pestilence. Find a place of calm."
Arin jerked her head one way, then another, and back and forth again. "There is, there is no, no place."
"Then listen to me, Arin. Listen to my voice. Hear me. Time stands still! All is frozen in a single moment! Nothing moves! Nothing at all. Nothing. It is arrested as if in a painting, as if in tapestry."
Gradually, Arin slowed her thrashing until she was still, though she continued breathing in rapid puffs. She relaxed her grip, but Lysanne did not take her own bruised hand away.
"Arin, I want you to step past these frozen images until you come to that place where you could endure no more of these sights, where your mind and soul had to flee from the seeing of them. Go to the place where the vision you told to the Council comes to an end, but go no further, for here it is we would see that which was heretofore forgotten by you."
Arin groaned. "Horror," she murmured. "Between here and there."
"Past them, Dara, past them. To the end of your clear telling."
Again Arin moaned, and it seemed as though she were laboring to cross rugged land. At last her breathing slowed.
"Have you come to the place where your remembered vision ends?"
"Yes."
"Good. Heed me, I want you to tell me what you see."
Arin did not speak.
"Tell me," demanded Lysanne.
Arin shook her head and muttered, "Nothing. I see nothing. All is darkness."
"Darkness?"
"Aye."
"And you see nothing whatsoever?"
"Nothing."
Lost in thought, Lysanne glanced 'round the room, unperceiving. Now she turned back to Arin. "Are there memories from this darkness?"
Arin's breathing increased. "Yes."
"Memories of what?"
"Something. A voice, runes, knowledge, I don't know."
Lysanne leaned forward and placed a hand to Arin's forehead. "Recodare!" she demanded.
Arin sat up and her eyes snapped open, but they were focused on a point beyond time and space. And in a voice hardly her own she intoned:
"The Cat Who Fell from Grace;
One-Eye in Dark Water;
Mad Monarch's Rutting Peacock;
The Ferret in the High King's Cage;
Cursed Keeper of Faith in the Maze:
Take these with thee,
No more,
No less,
Else thou wilt fail
To find the Jaded Soul. "
And then Arin slumped forward as Lysanne caught her, the Dylvana unconscious to the world.
CHAPTER 24
And that is the whole of the rede?" asked Sage Arilla. "Yes," replied Lysanne. "Or so I think." She glanced at Arin.
The Dylvana nodded. "I remember it all, now. Why I forgot it, I cannot say."
"Chide not thyself, Arin," said Rissa. "It was a grim vision. Enough to shake all souls."
"Rissa is right, Dara Arin," concurred Lysanne. "When the vision first came upon you, it was too much for your soul to bear, and that's why you fled from it and did not remember all. Yet listen to me, whether or not I helped you to recover that which was hidden, you would have succeeded on your own, given time."
"Mayhap time is what we have little of," said Vanidar Silverleaf.
"Perhaps it is too late even now," agreed Arin glumly.
Lysanne sighed. "Wild magic is vexing."
Rissa turned to her and frowned. "Vexing?"
Lysanne nodded. "This vision of Lady Arin's-wild magic does not tell us when it is to happen. The vision could tell of events occurring at this very moment, or that which is soon to occur, or that which might occur ten thousand years in the future."
Arin held out a negating palm. "We cannot gamble on the chance that the doom lies years in the future, for if we are wrong the consequences are too great. Instead we must believe that even now events are moving apace. Else why would the vision have come to me now?"
Lysanne turned up her hands, for she had no answer to Arin's question.
They sat in a cluster of comfortable chairs in the common room of the guest quarters, the Elves and the two Mages. The Ryodoan warrior, Aiko, sat against a wall some distance from them and directly behind Arin.
"But the rede," said Perin, "what does it mean?"
"A complete mystery, that," added Biren.
Lysanne shook her head. "No, Alor Biren, not a complete mystery. Even now there is some we can glean from it, but not all."
Melor looked at the white-haired Mage and said, "I agree."
Biren turned to Melor. "And that is…?"
"Yes, do tell," added Perin.
Melor shrugged, then said, "Dara Arin has been given a mission."
"Mission?" asked Biren.
"To do what?" asked Perin.
"To find the Jaded Soul," said Melor.
Both Lysanne and Sage Arilla nodded in accord.
Biren glanced from one to the other. "And this so-called Jaded Soul…?"
"The Green Stone of Xian," said Arilla.
"The Dragonstone," said Lysanne.
"Hmm," mused Perin.
"But why would it be called the Jaded Soul?" asked Biren.
"It looks like jade," replied Perin.
"Mayhap there's more to it than that," responded Biren.
"And mayhap not," said Perin.
Arin took a deep breath and exhaled. "If we only knew something of the stone and why the Dragons fear it."
"There is a legend," came a voice from behind. It was Aiko. She sat in a lotus position, her back against the wall, her eyes closed.
Arin turned about. "Legend, Aiko?"
Aiko opened her dark, almond eyes. "To the west and north of Ryodo lies an ancient land called Moko. The soshoku of Moko, all onna, say one day a mahotsukai yushi odatemono will come and will bear the mark of the Dragon. He will lead the people of Moko in conquest of all the world. And he will possess a mighty talisman and Dragons shall bow to his will."
Arin held out a hand to stay Aiko's voice. "Aiko, thou didst use words in a tongue I speak not."
"Forgive me, my Lady." Aiko paused in reflection, then said, "Ah. Yes. 'The soshoku of Moko are all onna,' means, the priesthood of Moko are all women; and a mahotsukai yushi odatemono is a Mage warrior-king."
Arilla said, "And the people of Moko believe that a Mage warrior-king will one day lead them in the conquest of the world, and he will have Dragons at his command?"
"Forget not the talisman," said Lysanne. "It could be the Dragonstone."
"The missing Dragonstone," growled Rissa.
Lysanne nodded and looked at Aiko, but the Ryodoan warrior shrugged and said, "If the legend is true."
"Perhaps it is just fancy," said Biren.
"Mage warrior-king or no," said Perin, "we've got to find the Dragonstone and keep it from the hands of those who would use it for ill, whatever it may do." He turned to Arin. "Where will we start? In Moko?"
Vanidar Silverleaf leapt to his feet and paced back and forth in agitation; he clenched his fists white-knuckle tight and he shook his head in ire. "Perin," he gritted, "we do not start at all."
"Not start at all?" asked Biren, shocked. "Whatever dost thou mean, Vanidar?"
Silverleaf stopped and turned, his gaze sweeping over everyone there. "The rede. Arin's rede. If we go with her, she will fail."