When Crystal arrived back at the Ardhan camp, it was late evening. She had been gone for four days. Kraydak had apparently not missed her.
The centaurs disappeared practically the instant Crystal's foot hit the ground. One moment they were there and the next they were gone. The queen and her council breathed a collective sigh of relief. Not only was their wizard-daughter, princess-safely back, but it hadn't been easy sharing close quarters with C'Fas for four days. A centaur is an awe-inspiring creature and trapped in a tent-for he had to stay out of sight of Kraydak's spies- he is overwhelming in the extreme.
The dwarves had replaced Crystal's tattered clothes from some hidden store, and had set her opal tear in silver. She wore it on a chain around her neck and it glowed softly in the folds of her tunic.
"Well?" asked Mikhail at last, for Crystal still stood where she'd dismounted, eyes unfocused.
With a barely perceptible jerk, the wizard returned to her body. "He is almost ready to attack again, " she said. "We will be only just in time. "
"We?" repeated Lorn skeptically, "Does this mean... " He broke off as Crystal turned to face him. He suddenly couldn't remember what he was going to say.
She swept the tent with her gaze and the questions that had not yet been voiced disappeared. Not until Doan pointed it out, had she realized her stupidity in mentioning the dragon to so many people. It was not beyond Kraydak's ability to lift the knowledge from their minds and thus gain the time to prepare himself for the attack. Crystal hated to alter the memories of her parents and their council, but it was by far the lesser of two evils. She could only hope she wasn't already too late, hope that they hadn't told everyone in the camp what they knew.
Tayer recovered first from the tampering. She blinked twice, looked momentarily puzzled, and then stared questioningly at her daughter. "You look exhausted, " she said at last. "You need a hot bath, a light supper, and a good night's sleep. "
"A heavy supper please, Mother, " Crystal said as they walked arm in arm from the tent, leaving Mikhail and the council shaking their heads and wondering what they'd missed. "I'm starved. " She'd need all her strength for tomorrow.
In the quiet hour between moonset and dawn, a great white owl lifted from Crystal's tent, circled once around the queen's pavilion, and headed east with strong, unhurried beats of its wings. The sentries that saw it go watched until it vanished in the clouds, then turned to each other and said in voices of wonder, "The wizard, " as if that was enough to explain it. For them, it was.
Tayer and Mikhail slept on, wrapped in each other's arms, unaware that their daughter was changing the rules of Kraydak's game. They would have tried to stop her had they known, so she hadn't told them she was going.
Kraydak, safe in his tower, smiled as Crystal entered his territory. Given her previous displays of power, he had expected more resistance to his call. If the form she wore was intended to deceive him, it was an abject failure, for he had spotted her the moment she crossed the mountains. Mindshielded or not, there just weren't that many owls with a fifteen-foot wing-span.
Crystal flew on, thinking owl thoughts on the surface but behind the shield concentrating only on distracting Kraydak and bringing things to an end one way or another. She realized her end would probably come before his. Not even the centaurs who had trained her expected her to live. And if by some miracle she did... well, she doubted the dragon would allow the last of the wizards to continue to exist. She was calm now, accepting, but in the dark hours of the night she'd considered running, running and letting Kraydak and his Doom fight it out without her. The world would be ripped apart once more, but she would live a while longer. It isn't fair, she sniffed. I'm only seventeen. But still she flew on.
The foothills of the Melacian side of the mountains were passing far below her when the storm struck. Gusts of wind tossed her about, trying to slam her out of the air, and the rain beat through her feathers, hitting hard enough to bruise. The water was so dense she could hardly see, the wind ripped feathers free, and the thick down that should have kept her warm and dry was soaked through. She'd expected him to find her but not so soon. She had to survive, her death now would be too short a distraction.
"Distract me from what?" wondered Kraydak, who'd pried free a tiny piece of the thought.
Screaming a challenge, she dove for the first clear area she spotted and her talons sank deep into the soft mud beside a mountain stream. She threw back her head, the green eyes blazed, and a weeping birch, the silver's more flexible cousin, danced in the wind and lifted its leaves to the rain. The wind blew harder, but the tree bent gracefully out of its way, bent so far that its uppermost branches trailed in the swiftly moving water of the stream.
A huge silver salmon with green-gold eyes leaped away and sped downstream as the blue bolt came out of the sky and crashed into the earth where the tree had stood.
Kraydak smiled, calmed the wind and stopped the rain, for they were no longer needed. She was very resourceful, this Wizard-child, and he looked forward to making her trip an interesting one before welcoming her to his tower and finding out just what exactly she thought she was doing. If she fought the calling he'd laid upon her, she did it in a very peculiar way. He considered boiling away the stream and the rivers it ran into but decided against it; that would hardly be sporting and he did want her to arrive in one piece. He hadn't been so diverted in centuries. Where had she learned to think so much like a fish?
Crystal sped down the stream as fast as her powerful new body could take her.
She was tiring but didn't dare take the time to rest. A moving target was, after all, more difficult to hit. She felt the amusement in Kraydak's questing thoughts and used her anger at it to reinforce her shield.
The ancient wizard laughed aloud. So she would hide her fishy thoughts, would she? He followed instead the pattern of the shield.
The current slowed and the texture of the water changed; the stream was about to join a major river. Once sharing its depths with a multitude of life forms, she'd be harder for Kraydak to spot and, if she remembered the maps correctly, the river ran through Melac's capital city and right past Kraydak's tower.
With his attention on the river, he wouldn't be scanning the rest of the countryside.
"Why, " Kraydak asked the skull, "would I want to scan the countryside?" He got only fragments of thought through the shield and this fragment made no sense. If she was trying to sneak assassins through Melac, they'd die before they reached the tower and he'd never have to become involved. Assassins were a stupid idea. He smiled. They must be getting very desperate.
"I wonder... " He tapped the yellowed ivory of the skull's teeth. "Should I scan the countryside?"
The skull grinned up at him.
He nodded. "Yes, you're quite right. She's played my game, so it's only fair I play hers.., for a while. Besides, the countryside can hold nothing more interesting than the river. She shows such initiative, I almost wished I'd called her sooner. "
A massive golden paw tipped with deadly claws split the water inches from Crystal's nose. Her panicked flip backward took her up and out of the water and dangerously close to the snapping jaws of a huge golden bear. She hit the water with a painful smack and raced back upstream. From the security of the bottom of a deep pool, she considered what she should do.
Crystal knew she really only had one choice. What happened to her was unimportant. She had to hold Kraydak's attention. The dragon had to get through.
She sent out a questing thought. The bear waited at the end of the stream. He blocked the water route completely, which left only one way to go. She rose to the surface of the pool, found the strongest flow of current, and started back downstream. Her fins and tail beat against the water and she swam rapidly toward the river. The current lent her speed and she moved faster and faster until she flashed through the water like silver lightning. When she felt the bear gather himself to lunge, she twisted her tail and jumped.
No fish jumps better than a salmon and no salmon ever leaped higher than Crystal. Up, up she arced, flashing silver in the sunlight. The bear, who had dived forward to scoop her from the water, was taken by surprise and although he reared and raked the air with his claws, he was far too late. With liquid grace, Crystal twisted and dove into the relative safety of the river.
As she swam away, she felt the bear's mind follow her. He seemed to be laughing. At least she'd managed to keep him amused.
Kraydak considered sending an otter into the river but decided against it. He had no need to exert himself for, after all, the wizard-child was coming to him. He would watch to see she didn't slip away and take care of her when she reached the tower. He appreciated her courage, secure in the knowledge that she could do him little harm.
The sun was a red-gold ball balanced on the western mountains when Crystal reached the tower. She swam slowly, trying to conserve her dwindling energies.
Between holding the transformation and the constant fear that Kraydak would make a move she couldn't counter, she was nearing the point of exhaustion. And if she faced Kraydak, if she actually reached him and the dragon hadn't yet come, what then? Could her shield hold without distance to lend it strength?
She was so busy worrying, she didn't notice the net until it was too late.
"Right then, we've got her! Heave to and let's get her beached!"
The four men put their backs to it, laboriously drawing the net and its thrashing cargo to shore. But what they pulled from the water was no fish.
"Holy shit, " breathed a ruffian who was missing an ear and most of his nose.
"I never thought I'd see one of those. " He dropped the net and grabbed for his sword as the unicorn kicked itself free of the ropes.
It was over very quickly.
Sides heaving, its horn and hoofs dripping gore, the unicorn staggered toward the tower. It shimmered and Crystal collapsed across the steps. Her skin and shift were covered in blood, not all of it belonging to others. There was a sword cut on her upper arm and her nose still bled freely. She shivered in the shadow of the tower and couldn't seem to catch her breath.
The great iron-bound door swung open. She was expected.
At least he's still interested,. she thought, crawling forward. She pulled herself up until she sat on the bottom step, looked up at the apparently infinite length of stone staircase wrapped about the inside of the building, and giggled. She couldn't help it.
"You've got to be kidding, " she called up the stairs.
The door slammed shut and latched with an ominous thunk. Kraydak thought he had her safe; now she had nowhere to go but up.
Crystal remembered the blue bolt smashing Bryon to the ground and added the memory to her shield. The dragon should be very close. If it was coming. If Kraydak hadn't already taken care of it. She set her teeth, pulled herself to her feet, and slowly began to climb.
High above the clouds, the dragon soared, his scales glowing reddish gold in the light of the setting sun. He banked and dipped and gloried in the strength of his wings.
"Perhapsss wait, " he thought as he raced the wind and won. "Kraydak killsss wizzzard. Kraydak isss mine. No more wizzzards. Ever. "
The sun dropped below the horizon and, for a moment, the dragon lit the evening on his own.
"Perhapsss wait. "
On the hundredth step, Crystal knew she had to rest. Her blood sang in her ears and she couldn't, just couldn't lift her leg again. She sagged against the outer wall.
DEATH!
The scream in her mind shocked her so she slid down half a dozen steps before she could catch herself. Eyes wide, she reached out a trembling hand and touched the wall again.
DEATH!
Even prepared for it, the force of the cry caused her to jerk and snatch her hand away as if she'd been burned. She sat down, carefully staying away from the wall, and clasped her hands between her knees to stop them from shaking.
"Destroy him, " said Lord Death from the step below her, "and free my people, too. "
And then he was gone and she was alone again save for the screaming souls trapped in the walls. It was a long time before she could continue to climb.
The door to the inner sanctum was made of solid gold. The carved face of a demon leered out at Crystal as she mounted the last few steps and just before the door swung open, it bared its teeth. She stepped over the threshold and looked about. The slamming of the door behind her was so predictable that she didn't even flinch.
The walls of the room were covered in sheets of beaten gold, a cheerful fire burned in a small hearth, a huge desk took up over half the space, and strange and wonderful things were piled haphazardly about. A door seemed to lead to another room, although this first room took up the full diameter of the tower.
There were no windows.
Kraydak looked very much as he had in her mind. Maybe better. He wore a robe of blue velvet which had fallen open to expose the golden muscles of his chest and he smiled kindly.
"Now what, little one?" he asked. "How are you to defeat me in single combat when you barely made it up the stairs?"
Clenching her teeth, Crystal pulled herself erect and reached into her belt.
With what was almost the last of her strength, she sent the small silver knife flying straight for Kraydak's heart.
He plucked it easily from the air, turned it into a dove, and crushed the life from the bird with one immaculately manicured hand. He never stopped smiling.
Crystal hadn't expected it to work, but she had to try. Unfortunately, that used up just about all she had left. Where was the dragon?
"You're dripping on the carpet, " Kraydak chided her. He waved his hand and she was warm and dry in a gown of green silk that dipped and clung to her body. Her hair floated around her like a silver-white cloud. His smile changed slightly and he licked his lips. His expression reminded Crystal of the demon on the door.
Crystal could only watch as her feet carried her within his reach.
He wrapped a hand possessively around her throat and she shuddered.
"It's been lonely for me these last thousand years. You don't know what it's like to be the only one of your kind, always alone. " His smile saddened. "Of course, if you'd managed to kill me, you would've found out. But you can't kill me and, fortunately for us both, I have no need to kill you. Yet. When I do... " He shrugged. "Well, I am used to being lonely. "
The hand around her throat was the hand he'd used to crush the bird. It was sticky with blood.
"You have lovely skin, " he murmured against her cheek.
His hand began to stroke her throat and it caught on the silver chain. He drew it tight, so that the links began to cut into the back of her neck.
"Very pretty, " he said, lifting the opal to admire it. "Dwarf work, isn't it?
I never had much to do with the Elder Races. Perhaps I should remedy that when the novelty of your company wears thin. "
Where was the...
"What?" Kraydak raised an eyebrow in inquiry. "Why don't you tell me what you're waiting for? Not dwarves, surely? Don't tell me you've recruited the Elder to your cause. "
The Elder... Crystal concentrated what little strength she had left on forming the image of C'Tal in her mind, the great black body, the flowing hair and beard, each pompous and pedantic utterance she'd been forced to endure for six long years.
Kraydak easily brushed it aside. "A good likeness, little one, but you can't hope to block me with something I know far better than you. The centaurs taught all the wizards. It's what they do, and I stayed with them a very long time. An opportunity I could not allow you to take. "
Every time you're just Crystal... said Doan's voice in her memory.
Bryon then. The laughter in his eyes, the touch of his hand, the feel of his breath on her mouth, his body lying crumpled and broken on the ground.
"Not bad... " The ancient wizard nodded thoughtfully. "But you let me in at the end. You forgot, you see, who put him on the ground. "
Crystal held tight to her anger. It would not be a shield now, but a doorway for him to slide through and into her mind. Something that must not happen.
Carefully, for this was her last chance, she built up layer by layer a silver tree. Not the ancient birches of the hamadryads, but the thirteenth tree in the circle, a young tree, barely marked by time. It was the tree that made her different, negated the superficial kinship between herself and Kraydak, defined from the very beginning the type of person Crystal would become.
Beneath the pressure of Kraydak's mind the tree bent and swayed, but it held.
He drew the chain he still held tighter, golden brows drawn down with annoyance. "They say dwarf-made links never break. I could behead you with this. It wouldn't be pleasant. "
Crystal thought of the tree.
"You will tell me what you're trying so hard to hide. " He forced her chin up.
"You've been quite a diversion, wizard-child, and I'm sure you'll find ways to amuse me for a long time to come but, for now, all I ask is that you look at me. "
Crystal had no strength left to refuse. The tree withered and died and she met his eyes.
Blue. Very blue. Wrapped in blue... sinking in blue... wanting it to consume her.
So that's what it feels like, -was her last conscious thought.
She didn't see the look of raw terror on Kraydak's face when at last he found what she had hidden and, seconds later, she didn't see the golden tail which sheared the roof cleanly from the walls, nor the expression of triumph on the dragon's face when the mighty jaws closed and the Wizard's Doom found Kraydak at last.
It was probably fortunate she didn't see the mess the dragon made as he fed.
Finished with Kraydak, the dragon looked down at the wizardling lying crumpled on the floor, opened his mouth to destroy her as well and suddenly changed his mind. She didn't look like a wizard, nor smell like one, and he was certain she wouldn't taste like one.
"Harmlesss, " he decided and spread his wings to leave.
"If you leave her here, she'll die. "
The dragon turned his head and fixed Lord Death in one sapphire eye. "Ssso?"
"You must return her to her people. "
"Mussst?" The dragon snorted a brief burst of flame, as close to laughter as he could come. His wings beat at the air. "Mussst?"
Lord Death nodded. "You owe her. She woke you. She made it possible for you to destroy your creator. If you allow her to die, you're no better than he was. "
"Better than wizzzard!" His tail, whipping from side to side in agitation, destroyed a large section of wall.
"Prove it. Take her home. "
The dragon reared, but Lord Death stood quietly, staring up at him. Finally the great beast sighed and scooped Crystal up in massive talons. "Yesss. "
Then, wings spread for flight, he paused.
"Ssson of Mother... "
"Yes?"
"Why sssave?"
Lord Death reached up and untangled several lengths of silvery white hair. "I don't know, " he admitted. "I really don't know. "
"Crystal? Crystal? Mikhail! I think she's awake!"
"Crystal?"
She felt Mikhail's hand clutching hers, knew it was Tayer placing the wet cloth on her forehead, and struggled to open her eyes. Why was everything so blue? Gradually the blues began to fade, replaced by browns and golds and reds and blacks, colors which finally shifted to become her mother's worried face.
She looked for her voice, found it, and croaked, in nothing resembling her usual tones, "I'm hungry. "
To her surprise, Tayer began to cry and it was the Duke of Belkar who held the cup of soup to her mouth while Mikhail held his wife.
"What... "
"Drink up, " Belkar commanded, not letting her finish, his own eyes bright with tears. "You're nothing but skin and bones. You look like you've been out a month instead of just a week. "
Crystal obeyed, partly because she had no energy to protest and partly because satisfying the enormous hunger that clawed at her was more important at the moment than getting answers. When the cup was empty, she sighed and tried to sit up. It wasn't a great success and she sank back against the pillows, breathing heavily.
"What happened?" she managed to gasp.
"You tell us, " Mikhail said, taking the cup from Belkar and refilling it. He propped Crystal up and she drank greedily while he talked.
"Eight days ago, we woke and were told you'd vanished. Late that night, something huge flew over, terrified the horses, and dropped you in the middle of the camp. You've been lying here, unconscious, ever since. "
Finished with the second mug, Crystal tried a smile.
Her lips felt stiff. "The dragon, " she said. "Then Kraydak is dead. "
Mikhail frowned. "Are you-sure? He escaped before. "
Crystal shook her head and wished she hadn't when the room danced with blue spots.
"Not this time. " Her voice, rough as it was, held such conviction that they had to believe her. "The dragon brought me back after it killed Kraydak. "
"How can you know?"
She spread her hands. "I'm here. " It was the only answer that fit. She'd never know why the dragon had let her live; she didn't really care. Being alive was enough.
Belkar beamed down at her. "You said he'd have to make a mistake for you to win. He didn't, though, and you still beat him. "
"No. He made a mistake. "
"What?" scoffed the duke. "You were stronger. You beat him at his own game. "
"That was his mistake. " She peered up at Belkar from under suddenly heavy lids. "He never realized that I wasn't playing. " A massive yawn threatened to split her face. "The war?" she managed as sleep pushed her back into the pillows.
"Over, " said Mikhail, pulling the covers up under her chin. "The Melacians sued for peace the morning after you reappeared. "
"Good, " she murmured and slid into blackness.
With the resilience of youth, the heritage of the Lady, and what seemed like gallons of chicken soup, she regained her strength quickly, eating and sleeping and listening for only a week before she left her bed. Already plans were being made to go into Melac, find the true king and put him back on the throne. Belkar was certain that the conquered countries would slip back into their previous boundaries, but Cei wasn't so sure. He felt there would be more bloodshed before the disintegrating Empire straightened itself out. Crystal agreed with Cei.
She soon discovered that most of the army had gone home; only the dukes and their people remained. And a young couple who refused to leave without seeing her.
"We couldn't leave until we got your blessing on our joining. "
Crystal smiled at the young woman who had been her maid and the soldier she had taken from the hand of Lord Death. "For what it's worth, you have it. And my deep wishes for your happiness as well. "
The two blushed and grinned and headed for the door where the ex-maid paused and shook her head. She turned back to the bed as if determined that a distasteful task must be done. "Promise me, milady, " she pleaded, "that you won't wear red again. It simply isn't your color. "
Crystal looked down at the robe borrowed from her mother, threw back her head and laughed. "I promise, " she managed at last and felt better than she had in months.
The camp looked tattered and deserted as she walked across it her first day up. The leavings of the army blew about her as she moved slowly to the scar in the earth where the bodies of the fallen had been buried.
She stood at the edge of the mass grave and stared down at the scuffed and pitted dirt. A blush of green appeared which grew and spread until a thick carpet of grass covered the whole area. Buttercups unfolded velvet petals and nodded at the sunlight.
"Very nice. "
Crystal transferred her gaze from the ground to Lord Death.
"Don't you ever, " she hissed, "show yourself to me in that face again. "
Lord Death backed up a step and Bryon's features were replaced with auburn curls, amber eyes, and a slightly nervous expression.
"I thought you might want to say good-bye, " he explained.
"Oh. " She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, but I've already said good-bye. " She waved a hand at the ground. "This is only tidying up. The dead are your concern, I should look now to the living. "
"I was going to say that!"
"I don't think, " Crystal told him kindly, "that I'm quite ready for the comfort of Death. "
Auburn eyebrows rose, Lord Death snickered, and Crystal was alone.
A moment later, she saw her mother leave the large pavilion and she went to meet her.
Although thinner, Tayer practically glowed in the sunlight. The golden strands in her hair wove a shining pattern through the chestnut and the flecks in her eyes shone. A soft, secret sort of smile, curved her mouth. She greeted Crystal with a kiss and they sat together on a log worn smooth by its many weeks of service as a bench.
Tayer felt suddenly shy with her silver-haired daughter. With the last of the wizards.
"You were never much of a princess, " she said at last.
Crystal smiled and cupped her hands so they could fill with sunlight. "The wizard was always stronger, Mother. "
"I know. But you were the only heir and you had a duty to the people. "
"I was the only heir?"
Tayer turned and met the now familiar green glow of her daughter's eyes. Her own eyes widened as Crystal's smile grew. "You probably knew before I did, "
she accused and laughed when Crystal shook her head, a picture of wronged innocence. "Well, I'm sure you had something to do with it anyway, O Mighty Wizard. " Tayer was right, but Crystal had no intention of ever telling her that the moment they had shared in the Duke of Hale's garden-using the knowledge Crystal had found in Lady Hale's pregnancy-had righted the wrong done to Tayer's body at her daughter's birth.
The two women sat in a companionable silence, both considering the new life and the world it would enter. Both concluding it wasn't that bad a place, all things considered.
Finally, Tayer sighed. "You won't be returning with us, will you?"
"No. There's no place for me there. "
"There's always a place for you, " Tayer said sharply. "You're our daughter and we love you, what-evef else you are. "
"I know you do, Mother. " She leaned over and kissed Tayer's cheek. "I meant there's no place for the wizard and I can't be just your daughter for very long. "
"But you'll visit. "
"Of course, I will! I'm about to become a sister, I've no intention of missing that. " If Kraydak had been very lonely for the last thousand years, he had done it to himself; a mistake Crystal had no intention of repeating.
Tayer seemed reassured. "What will you do?"
Crystal spread her hands, scattering the sunlight. "Things are a bit of a mess right now; there'll be plenty for the last wizard to do straightening out what the second to last wizard did. " She had a sudden vision of the way Riven's hair always fell over his face and her fingers itched to push it back. The green glow of her eyes deepened and she grinned, managing to look both more and less like a wizard.
"I think I'll start by helping to open Riven Pass. "
End
"Do you think she knows what she did?" Doan stretched out a hand and gently touched the trunk of the thirteenth birch. Although it was high summer, its leaves were brown and dry, its branches withered and dead.
C'Tal shook his head. "She thought she built an image, as she did with the others. She could not know that this would come of it. "
"It saved her life. "
"Yes. "
"I wonder, what will become of her now?"
"That is not our concern. We have done all we were meant to do, your people and mine. The Enemy is defeated and the Doom has returned to the stone of which it was made. We may put the last of the wizards from our mind. "
Doan looked up and met the Centaur's eyes. The great black orbs were solemn behind their heavy lids. "You really believe that, don't you?"
"Do you not? We have done, " C'Tal repeated, "all we were meant to. "
"Perhaps we have, " Doan admitted. "But I think you're forgetting something. "
"Forgetting?" C'Tal roared the words so loudly that the dead leaves dropped from the tree before them in a rustling shower. "Forgetting, " he said again in a quieter and much more dangerous voice. "What is it you suggest I have forgotten, dwarf?"
"You've forgotten her mothers. She's unique, but they're a part of her and someday, I'll wager, they'll make their presence felt. "
C'Tal snorted, as always his expressions at their most horselike when he was annoyed. "I remember her mothers. " His voice dropped into a lecturing drone.
"Seven were the Goddesses remaining when the Gods had been destroyed. Seven they were and... "
Doan raised a hand and cut him off. "Maybe you'd best remember that one or two of them... " He paused, snapped a tiny branch from the thirteenth tree and slipped it behind his belt, for memory's sake. "... were neither wise nor kind. " Then he raised the hand again in salute and left the Grove.
C'Tal looked down at the withered birch. "Seven they were... "he said slowly.
