'This silver sword,' said Rynna, 'what will it do, and why is it needed now?'
Aravan looked at Galarun, and at a slight nod, turned to the Waerlinga and said, 'We know not its intended purpose, though some say it will slay the High Vulk Himself.'
'High Vulk?'
'Gyphon.'
'Oh my,' said Beau. 'No wonder they sent a Gargon to stop you.'
Rynna frowned. 'But why now? Why fetch it now? – The silver sword, I mean. And once fetched, who will wield it?'
Aravan clenched a fist. 'Gyphon and a large force of Rupt have invaded from the Low to the High Plane, and a great battle rages thereupon.'
'Oh no,' cried Tip. 'If He wins Adonar-'
'Then He will control all,' blurted Beau.
'Can Gyphon win?' asked Delby.
Aravan turned up his hands. 'Until He was thwarted, He seemed to be striking for an in-between to Mithgar.'
'To Mithgar?'
'Aye, for with the ways sundered between Neddra and Mithgar, Gyphon's direct invasion of the Middle Plane is stopped.'
'You say He was thwarted?' said Rynna.
Aravan nodded. 'Aye. Many Elves and others crossed to the High Plane to help stop Gyphon, for it seems His strategy was to breach the High Plane and come to Mithgar, at which point he will have won. But Adon has now sundered all ways between the Planes except the ways of the blood.'
'Ways of the blood: what are they?'
Aravan steepled his fingers. 'For those who know how, who know the in-between rites, they can go home, but nowhere else. They will not be able to cross over to a Plane not of their blood. Hence, Elves away from the High Plane can return to Adonar but will not be able to cross to any other Plane. Foul Folk away from the Low Plane can go to Neddra, but nowhere else. Those of Mithgar can come here but cannot go to Adonar or Neddra. Of course, horses and animals can go as well, as long as there is someone to chant the way. Already Darda Galion is poorer for the Sundering, for the Silverlarks have disappeared. These are the blood ways, Tipperton, the ways that will allow one to return home, the ways that bar all else.'
'Oh, I see. But what of the battle on the High Plane. Where does it stand?'
Aravan turned up his hands. 'With the Sundering, Gy-phon's plan to invade Mithgar by marching across Adonar is thwarted, yet we can only assume that the battle for control of the High Plane rages on, for not only must Modru be defeated on Mithgar, Gyphon must be defeated upon Adonar as well, for if Gyphon wins on the High Plane, or if Modru wins on the Middle Plane then, as ye say, Gyphon rules all.'
'What about Neddra?' asked Beau.
Aravan sighed. 'We believe that before the Sundering a regiment of Free Folk had invaded the Low Plane, and fighting goes on there as well, but with only a regiment they cannot succeed but only can harass.'
'All right, then,' said Rynna, 'we understand. Now answer my last question: who is to wield the silver sword?'
Aravan shrugged, but Galarun said, 'This and no more do we know: my company and I are to fetch it from Black Mountain and bear it to Darda Galion. My sire, Coron Eiron, will then decide who is to ride the blood way and take it to the High Plane. That it is to go there makes me believe it is meant for the hand of Adon, Himself.'
'Well then,' said Rynna, 'if Modru knows of your mission, then he will do all to stop you.'
Both Aravan and Galarun nodded, and Rynna went on to say, 'And to prevent Modru from stopping you at the marge of Darda Erynian, what I would advise is for you to let us guide you through the Greatwood and to the plains of Riamon south of where the Spaunen lie in wait. That way you can skirt entirely 'round them, and a spur of the Rimmens will stand across their way and thwart them from pursuit.'
Galarun grinned at Rynna and exclaimed, 'Done and done!'
In the morn at break of fast, Galarun said, 'Sorry, Beau, but of bacon we have none. Mian, yes, for we travel light.'
'Wull, then,' said Beau, 'as for travelling light, on this trip the Warrows do not, even though we were expecting to go just to Caer Lindor and then back again. And so, I'll share out what bacon we have with you and yours as far as it will go, returning your favor of months past, if you please.'
As he cut slices off the slab Melli had put in his saddlebag, Beau asked, 'How goes the war at Drimmen- deeve?'
' Tis done. The siege broken not a month past. And although they took grievous losses, the Drimma now harry the Rupt, fighting in the Grimwall-in this they are aided by Baeron and Lian. As soon as the rage of the Drimma is spent, they will be ready to aid the High King.'
'If I know anything of Dwarves,' said Tip, 'it is this: long will it be ere a Dwarven rage is satisfied.'
Galarun laughed. 'Ah, Waerling, thou dost know them well.'
'Speaking of the High King,' said Beau, 'does anyone know of his whereabouts?'
Galarun shook his head. 'Talar said-'
'Talar-that's the one who survived the destruction of Atala?' asked Beau.
'Aye. He was saved by passing ship and borne to a Go-thon port. In that port there are rumors the High King fights to the west of the Grimwall-in Rian and Wellen and Dalara and Trellinath-though how any came by this news, neither Talar nor his sources could say. But the Go-thonians had been constructing ships to join with a mighty fleet, for the Straits of Kistan are blockaded, and it will take such a fleet to break through. But the great waves from the destruction of Atala destroyed the ships and much of the sheltered port as well. Yet the Gothonians have started anew and are laying keels again, the ships huge and many decked, to carry both men and horses. With all the ways across the Grimwalls held by the Rupt, we believe the High King plans to sail with that fleet to come unto Pellar.'
'But all the ways are not blocked,' said Tip. 'You told us yourself that Drimmen-deeve is free.'
'Aye, but the High King may know it not, though Coron Eiron has now sent messengers across Quadran Pass to find King Blaine and tell him that way is now unfettered.'
As they rode among the trees of the Greatwood-'Aye, Tipperton, a Pysk did slay a Draedan,' said Aravan. 'I was there when 'twas done.'
'How did this come about?' asked Tip. 'And how can a tiny Pysk slay a mighty Gargon?'
'Jinnarin, a Pysk, and Alamar, a Mage, came asking for my help to find her mate Farrix. Across the world we voyaged, and when we found him at last, 'twas then she slew the Mandrak, though not in a corporeal state.'
'Not in a what?' asked Tip.
'Corporeal state,' answered Beau. 'Not in a physical form.' Then Beau frowned and looked at Aravan. 'Not in a physical form?'
Aravan nodded. 'It was as she dreamwalked, and she slew the Draedan's spirit therein but not its body, though its body did die as well.'
'When was this and where?' asked Tip.
A look of pain flared deep in Aravan's eyes. 'It was on a small isle in the Sindhu Sea in the time of the destruction of Rwn…'
On the sixth day of May Galarun looked out on the open plain, empty for as far as the eye could see, though a hawk circled in the distant sky. To the left a spur of the Rimmen Mountains guarded the north. Galarun turned to the Waer-linga. 'I thank ye all for the warning and for guiding us here. That we would have fallen into a Ruptish trap is mayhap certain. Yet now ye have steered us 'round their flank, and 'tis on to Xian we ride. Long will it take to reach there, and long will be the journey back.
'Yet heed, as ye have guided us, I would have ye keep track of the whereabouts of the Spaunen and lead other folk safely past them as well.'
'But we were thinking of going to Pellar and aiding the High King,' said Tip.
