Cast in Sorrow (Luna Books)(57)

Understand what the water wants. It is complex, as you know. You have seen the tidal wave; you have seen the drowning. You have seen the infants. I am not all of one thing, or all of the other. But, Kaylin, it is only by the grace of the Tha'alani that I can speak with you as you see me now; it is by the grace of their constant experience and thought that I have some small control-and it is small-over my nature.

I am storm. I am death. I am life. I am all of these things-but at times, with will and effort, I can choose. I cannot always choose.

Nor, in the end, can he.                       
       
           



       Chapter 21


The path ended abruptly, giving way to tall, dry grass. The water didn't pause; she continued. Because she was carrying Teela, so did Kaylin. Watching the water walk over the dry grass was a revelation. In the water's wake, the grass became the color of Kaylin's dress, and small flowers began to push themselves out of the dirt, budding and blossoming as if seasons existed beneath her feet.

It was striking; it was even beautiful.

"Look, can you tell me something? I don't understand how the green and the Hallionne are connected. I'd swear when we activated the wards we entered Hallionne Alsanis-but the wards exist in the heart of the green. To reach you at all we had to drop through Alsanis and into the tunnels."

You think of the green as a place. You think of the Hallionne as places. They are not that. They are, in a much larger way, like your cities and your citizens. They are not all one thing, not all the other; the Hallionne are bound by the words that form the reason for their existence, but they are not fixed as you are. And yet, Kaylin, some part of them once was.

The green, never.

They are part of the green. The green is part of what they have become.

"And the lost children?"

They are also part of the green. They are part of Hallionne Alsanis.

"But...they're trying to destroy the Hallionne."

Yes. They understand, in part, the nature of words. But they do not understand in full. The pit that you see as an outline of a word is their attempt to tell a tale. We are almost there.

But Kaylin knew, because in the distance, she could hear singing.

* * *

This was like, and unlike, her first trip through the nightmare of Alsanis. The Consort's voice was unmistakable; the song, however, was different. It took Kaylin one long minute to understand why, and when she did, it confused her. The Consort was singing in High Barrani. Given the extension of syllables and vowels, it wasn't immediately clear, because the songs the Consort sang to the Hallionne also contained similar vocal sounds.

But the sounds were words that Kaylin could actually understand. She saw a ring of standing trees-or of things that looked, at a distance, like trees. They weren't. They were stone structures, but branched, rooted. Something about them made Kaylin very uncomfortable.

Above these nontrees, the dragon roared. Kaylin was afraid that he would breathe; before she could shout at him, he did.

She shouted something different instead, and the singing banked sharply. Clearly this song was not like the songs of awakening.

Grey mist hit the strange stone grove, billowing at the edges like cloud, not fire. Where it touched stone branches, the branches melted, running like molten rock toward the ground. But they burned nothing they hit; instead, they shimmered, like silver liquid. The water passed over them without concern. Kaylin wasn't as brave; she leaped over the small rivulets that seemed to flow, like giant, exposed veins, into one small pool.

The Consort stood on the other side of this network of tiny streams, but as the cloud spread, they surrounded her. She didn't touch them, either. Instead, she looked at the water. No, Kaylin thought, at what the water held.

The Consort's eyes darkened as she finally met Kaylin's gaze. She was either angry or afraid, and opened her mouth; she shut it before she spoke.

"Lady." Kaylin fell to one knee.

But the Consort shook her head with obvious impatience. "Not here. At Court, yes. But not here. Do you know what you've done?"

"We came to find you."

"And you could not come here with any other Lord?"

"Teela wouldn't stay."

The Consort's expression softened. "No," she said at last. "She wouldn't, would she? And no one of us, not even the High Lord himself, could command her when she did not wish to obey. It was never wise to make the attempt." She watched as the trees finished melting.

"How did you get here?"

"The dreams of Alsanis."

Kaylin blinked. "I don't understand."

The Consort's smile was bitter. "No. No more do I."

"I doubt that."

"Do you imply that I lie, Lord Kaylin?"

"Clumsy of me. I'm not usually that subtle."

To her surprise, the Consort laughed. Kaylin thought she would never understand the Barrani. "Great harm was done here when An'Teela was a child. You know of it."

"I know what's said."

"Teela is of the Warden's bloodline."

Kaylin nodded.

"As was her mother. The Warden's bloodline is dear to the green; it is gifted. Its gift does not extend beyond the green and the Hallionne; it does not touch the High Court in any significant way. But the green hears the Wardens and Alsanis speaks with them."

"He doesn't anymore."

"Ah, but he does. The nightmares come to the Warden."

"Unless you're here?"

"It is my privilege," the Consort replied. Kaylin privately thought it wasn't much of a privilege. "While I am in the West March, I can ease the Warden's burden. The nightmares of Alsanis are strong, and they are painful. The Warden can bespeak them, at times, and he can calm them, when they can be calmed at all.

"Of late, that has been seldom. Yet without the Warden, the whole of the West March would suffer their pain. Very, very few would survive it."

"You-"

"Yes. I am aware that I had some difficulty. It was perhaps hubris on my part. I believe Lord Barian would have endured in a way I could not without your aid. It is for this reason there has always been a Warden. There will always be a Warden. No politics of the High Court can alter that.

"The nightmares and the dreams are entwined. You think of them as shadow and light, but they are perspectives, Kaylin. They come from the same place. The dreams of Alsanis brought me here."

"To save you?"

"No. In the end, no. It is to save them." She turned, then, and gestured at the rivulets that once had been trees. "And you have brought Teela. The green has been waiting. Alsanis has been waiting, as well. Understand that the green is wounded. It is not dying, Kaylin; that is not the nature of its existence; it will not die. Nor is it injured in the way you and I might be injured."

"Why did they bring you here?"

The Consort, however, frowned. "What," she asked, her voice chillier by several degrees, "is on your left palm?"

Kaylin held out her hand.

The Consort caught it, pulled Kaylin almost off her feet, and examined it; she did not touch the mark. But her eyes, when Kaylin looked at her face, were gold; gold with a heart of pure green. She let Kaylin's hand go. "Do you understand what you've done?" she asked, voice soft.

Kaylin hesitated, and then said, "No. No, and maybe yes. I saw the word. I knew it was a name. And it seemed-fragile. If words can be fragile." She thought of Iberrienne. "I was afraid to leave it where I found it, so I gathered it up and took it with me when I left. I didn't-I didn't leave myself room for doubt. I thought I was helping, somehow."

"You have seen the Lake of Life," the Consort replied.

Kaylin nodded.

"But you have also touched it, Kaylin. You have touched it, and you have taken words from its depths. You carry one within you; you carried part of one to my brother. What you see is not what the rest of my people will see, not even here. I think Teela might have, but she could not have done what you have done." There was a brief hesitation, and then the Consort said, "No more could I. I am not Chosen. I am Consort; I am guardian of the names by which my kin know life.

"But you are a vessel. A container. You are the parchment on which the words might be both written and preserved. What will you do with the name?"

"I don't know. It's not-it's not like the other words. It's not like the other name." Kaylin tapped her forehead. "It doesn't react the way the marks I carry react."

"No. It wouldn't."

"Because they're not dead?"

"Because they are not dead. They are not of their name, but they cannot fully escape it. Not while Teela lives."

"They don't want to kill her."

"No. No, they do not. They want to save her. Teela doesn't wish to be saved. But she doesn't wish to be free, either. And so, she is here. And you are here. And I, in the end, am here with both of you."

"Did you expect this?"

The Consort shook her head, her eyes shading to the green-blue that was normal for Barrani. "When I chose to accompany you I was angry with you, yes. But I was also concerned. Calarnenne has history with the green. I believe you now understand what it is."

"I don't. I know it has something to do with the lost children." She hesitated. "But-so did Iberrienne."