But there was nothing more to do. As quickly as that, the battle was ended. Walker Boh had gained possession of the fallen Elfstone. He braced the Stone King, the Druid talisman clutched menacingly in his raised hand. Quickening stood beside him, returned to herself, the magic she had summoned gone again. As his vision slowly cleared, as his sense of balance restored itself, Morgan saw her again in his mind, all on fire. He was still astonished at what she had done. Despite her vow she had used the magic, revealed herself to Uhl Belk, and risked everything to give them a chance to survive.
The questions whispered at him then, insidious tricksters.
Had she known that he would come to save her?
Had she known what his Sword would do?
The gloom of the dome’s interior returned again with the fading of the magic, cloaking Uhl Belk’s massive form in shadow. The Stone King faced them from a cloud of swirling dust, his body sagging as if melted by the heat of his efforts to defend himself, still joined to the stone of Eldwist in the chaining that had undone him. Try as he might, he had not been able to rise and break free. By choosing to become the substance of his kingdom he had rendered himself virtually immobile. His face was twisted into something unrecognizable, and when he spoke there was horror and madness reflected in his voice.
—Give the Elfstone back to me—
They stared up at him, the three from Rampling Steep, and it seemed none of them could find words to speak.
“No, Uhl Belk,” Walker Boh replied finally, his own voice strained from the effort of his battle. “The Elfstone was never yours in the first place. It shall not be given back to you now.”
—I shall come for you then; I shall take it from you—
“You cannot move from where you stand. You have lost this battle and with it the Elfstone. Do not think to try and steal it back.”
—It is mine—
The Dark Uncle did not waiver. “It belongs to the Druids.”
Dust geysered from the ravaged face as the creature’s breath exploded in a hiss of despair.
—There are no Druids—
The accusation died away in a grating echo. Walker Boh did not respond, his face chiseled with emotions that seemed to be tearing him apart from within. The Stone King’s arms rose in a dramatic gesture.
—Give the Black Elfstone back to me, human, or I shall command Eldwist to crush the life from you; give the talisman back now or see yourself destroyed—
“Attack me or those with me,” Walker Boh said, “and I shall turn the Elfstone’s magic against this city! I shall summon power enough to shatter the stone casing that preserves it arid turn it and you to dust! Do not threaten further, Uhl Belk! The power is no longer yours!”
The silence that followed was profound. The Stone King’s hand closed into a fist and the sound of grinding rose out of it.
—You cannot command me, human; no one can—
Walker’s response was immediate. “Release us, Uhl Belk. The Black Elfstone is lost to you.”
The statue straightened with a groan, and the sound of its voice was thick with weeping.
—It will come for me; the Maw Grint will come; my son, the monster I have made will descend upon me, and I shall be forced to destroy it; only the Black Elfstone kept it at bay; it will see me old and wearied and believe me without strength to defect against its hunger; it shall try to devour me—
Depthless hard eyes fixed on Quickening.
—Child of the King of the Silver River, daughter of he who was my brother once, give thought to what you do; you threaten to weaken me forever if you steal away the Stone; the Maw Grint’s life is no less dear to me than your own to your father; without him there can be no expansion of my land, no fulfillment of my trust; who are you that you should be so quick to take what is mine; are you completely blind to what I have made; there is in the stone of my land a changeless beauty that your father’s Gardens will never have; worlds may come and go but Eldwist will remain; it would be better for all worlds to be so; your father believes himself right in what he does, but his vision of life is no clearer than my own; am I not entitled to do what I see is right as the Word has given me to see right—
“You subvert what you touch, Uhl Belk,” the girl whispered.
—And you do not; your father does not; all who live within nature do not; can you pretend otherwise—
Quickening’s frail form eased a step closer to the giant, and the light that had radiated from her before flared anew.
“There is a difference between nurturing life and making it over,” she said. “It was to nurture that you were charged when given your trust. You have forgotten how to do so.”
The Stone King’s hand brushed at the particles of light that floated from her body, an unconscious effort to shield himself. But then he drew his hand back sharply, the intake of his breath harsh with pain.
—No—
The word was an anguished cry. He straightened, caught by some invisible net that wrapped him and held him fast.
—Oh, child; I see you now; I thought that in the Maw Grint I had created a monster beyond all belief; but your father has done worse in you—
The rough voice gasped, choked as if it could not make the words come further.
—Child of change and evolution, you are the ceaseless, quicksilver motion of water itself; I see in truth what you have been sent to do; I have indeed been stone too long to have missed it; I should have realized when you came to me that you were madness; I am mired in the permanency I sought and have been as blind as those who serve me; the end of my life is written out before me by the scripting of my own hand—
“Uhl Belk,” Quickening whispered the name as if it were a prayer.
—How can you give what has been asked after tasting so much—
Morgan did not understand what the Stone King was talking about. He glanced at Quickening and started in surprise. Her face was stricken with guilt, a mirror of the hidden secrets that he had always suspected but never wanted to believe she kept.
The Stone King’s voice was a low hiss.
—Take yourself from me, child; go into the world again and do what you must to seal all our fates; your victory over me must seem hollow and bitter when the price demanded for it is made so dear—
Walker Boh was staring as well, his mouth shaped with a frown, his brow furrowed. He did not seem to understand what Uhl Belk was saying either. Morgan started to ask Quickening what was happening and hesitated, unsure of himself.
Then Uhl Belk’s head jerked up with a sharp crack.
—Listen—
The earth began to shudder, a low rumbling that emanated from deep within, rising to the surface in gathering waves of sound. Morgan Leah had heard that rumble before.
—It comes—
The Maw Grint.
Walker began backing away, yelling at Morgan and Quickening to follow. He shouted at the Stone King, “Release us, Uhl Belk, if you would save yourself! Do so now! Quickly!”