Mortalis

Palmaris, at least. The word had to be spread far and wide.

She knew the only hope for making this miracle known to the whole land: she would have to enlist the aid of the King's soldiers and the Abellican brothers. All of them.

Even if she accomplished such a thing, though, how could she secure the northern road so that the pilgrimages could begin at once?

For every passing minute brought pain and grief, every passing day made the pile of corpses grow larger.

Pony fell asleep with those disturbing thoughts in mind, trying to work out the speech she would make to Braumin and the others, to King Danube and Duke Kalas, trying to figure out some way that Bradwarden and Bolster could find aid to begin the first pilgrimages. She woke up sometime later, the night still dark, the dawn still far away.

She had her answer.

Pony fell into the soul stone once more, freeing her spirit from its corporeal bonds, then flying, flying across the miles to the west.

Soon after, she came to a place where she knew that she was not welcome, but she called out anyway for the lady of the land.

A few minutes passed; Pony considered plunging through the misty vei] that covered Andur'Blough Inninness, invading the elven homeland with her spirit. But then, suddenly, she felt a pull and recognized that Lad) Dasslerond was using the magic of her emerald gemstone to bring more ol Pony's corporeal form to the place, that they might speak more clearly.

And then the lady of Caer'alfar was before her, glaring at her danger ously. Pony noted that many other Touel'alfar were about, and that thosi she caught sight of were carrying their deadly little bows. Instinctively, shi reached down and felt her own body, recognizing that she was solid enougl for Dasslerond's archers to truly harm her.

'We have already had this discussion,' the lady said sternly. 'Our boi ders are closed, Jilseponie, to you and to all others of your race.'

'The situation has changed,' Pony started to say.

'No, it has not!' Lady Dasslerond insisted, narrowing her golden eye 'The plague is a problem for the human kingdoms. We'll not let it, or yoi touch Andur'Blough Inninness. Now begone from this place-I will relea; your body and I expect your spirit to follow. On pain of death, Jilseponi your spirit must follow.'

'I have found a cure!' Pony yelled at her, and that did cause the lady eyes to open wide. 'At the Barbacan, the arm ofAvelyn,' Pony began to explain, 'the same arm that brought forth the miracle and killed the goblins. The palm bleeds, Lady Dasslerond, and that blood, the blood of Avelyn, confers immunity to the plague.'

'Our community has not been touched by the plague,' Dasslerond replied. 'Why, then, do you come to tell us?'

' Because you must know, for if the plague does find your valley, you can survive,' Pony replied.

Lady Dasslerond thought for a moment, then nodded. 'Perhaps we misjudged your return,' she admitted. 'You have our gratitude for this information. Should we find that we need it, we will heed your words.'

'But I need your help,' Pony boldly went on. 'The folk will begin their march to the Barbacan, by the dozens, the score, the hundreds. Until King Danube and the Abellican monks get their people in place, that will be a road fraught with danger, I fear. With goblins and starvation.'

'What do you expect of the Touel'alrar? ' Dasslerond asked, a tightness coming back to her voice.

'I expect nothing,' Pony replied, 'but I beg of you that you lend aid in this time of our need. A host of elves would greatly aid that necessary journey. Your people could chase away the goblins, even could leave food along the road, and would never have to make contact with the pilgrims. You could-'

'Enough!' Dasslerond interrupted. 'Your point is made.'

'And is my plea heard? '

The lady made no movement, no shake of the head and no confirming nod.

'Begone from this place, Jilseponie,' she ordered after a short while.

Pony started to argue, but she felt a sudden tug as her body separated yet again from her spirit and sped back to her room in Dundalis. She blinked her spirit eyes open to find that Dasslerond had already receded into the misty blanket of fog. She thought to follow, to demand an answer, but Pony understood it all too clearly: if she did go down there, Lady Dasslerond would use her emerald to bring her body back, and then she would be killed.

Bradwarden and Dainsey arrived in Dundalis the next morning, to find the folk already preparing to make a pilgrimage to the north. How they cheered Dainsey, many running over to give the miraculously cured woman a big hug, though it was obvious that Roger didn't want to share her with anyone!

'I'm going to need you to lead them back to the Barbacan,' Pony said to Bradwarden when she found her way to him.

'Bradwarden and Roger and me,' Dainsey said, her eyes sparkling.

Pony shook her head. 'I need you,' she explained to the woman. 'We must go south, to Palmaris, perhaps farther, to show them the miracle, to begin the pilgrimages.'

'South, then,' Roger said.

'But north for you,' Pony said to Roger. He started to protest, but her simple logic cut him short. 'You have not yet entered the covenant of Avelyn,' she reminded.

'I do not want to be away from Dainsey,' said Roger, and he and his wife stared lovingly at each other.

'You will have your time together,' Pony promised, 'but not now.' She grabbed Dainsey by the arm and pulled her away from the man. 'You ride Greystone, and I, Symphony.'

'Now?' Roger asked. 'This very minute? She has just returned, weary already from the road. And we have not even found the chance to-'

'And every minute we wait means that another person will die,' Pony said. 'That is the truth, is it not? And measured against that truth, does Roger still believe that we should tarry here in Dundalis? '

The man looked at her plaintively, then turned his loving gaze back to Dainsey. But then he sighed and kissed his wife. 'You and Pony go with all speed,' he said.

'Not Pony,' Jilseponie stated, more out of reflex than any conscious thought. Both Roger and Dainsey looked at her curiously, wondering if she had changed her mind, if she had decided that Dainsey must go south alone while she went back to the Barbacan. Pony looked up at them, her expression as determined as any either of them had ever seen.

'Jilseponie,' she declared, 'not Pony. Pony was a woman who lived quietly in Dundalis. I go south as Jilseponie.'

Roger thought about that for a long moment, then nodded. 'A fine road and a fast horse to both Dainsey and Jilseponie, then,' he said. 'Go with all speed.'

They did just that, riding out of Dundalis only a few minutes later.

'I telled ye she'd find her heart,' Bradwarden remarked to Roger as they watched the pair gallop away.

'Off to save the world,' the dejected man said with more than a little sarcasm.

'She lit her fires.' The centaur laughed. 'Now she's ready to go and fight, beside Braumin, against the plague. Against the Duke, if he's not hearin' her, and against the King himself, if she has to. Ye remember her walk across Palmaris when she had enough o' the fool Markwart? ' Bradwarden said with a laugh.

Roger stared hard at the centaur. He did indeed remember that journey Jilseponie had made across the city. All who witnessed the bared power of the angry woman remembered it well, and would not soon forget.

'Why're ye lookin' so wounded?' Bradwarden asked, clapping Roger hard on the shoulder. 'Weren't ye the one complainin' when she came back to us after refusin' both city and Church? Well, boy, ye got what ye wanted!'

'Maybe she can make a difference,' Roger admitted.

'To herself, at least,' said the centaur, and Roger looked at him curiously. 'Ye need yer purpose in life, lad,' Bradwarden explained. 'Without it, ye got nothin'. She's seein' her power now, and clearly, and knowin' the responsibility that power's bringin' to her. If she doesn't use it, or at least try, then she'll be failin' her very purpose, and that's a wound ye canno' heal.'

'You think she'll beat them all?' Roger asked.

'I'm not knowin' if ye ever can, nor is Pony,' Bradwarden admitted, 'but ye can beat 'em one at a time, beat 'em back and go on as best as ye can. Pony'11 do good for the kingdom, don't ye doubt, and for the little folk who