Elantris

worshipped or not.'

Sarene considered his comment, then looked back at her book, pushing aside the empty plate that had held this afternoon's rations. Raoden didn't tell her that he increased her portion of food-just as he did for every newcomer during their first week. He had learned from experience that gradual reductions in food intake helped a mind adjust to the hunger.

He started his drawing again, and a few moments later the library door opened. 'Is he still up there?' Raoden asked as Galladon entered.

'Kolo,' the Dula replied. 'Still screaming at his god.'

'You mean 'praying.' -

Galladon shrugged, wandering over to take a seat next to Sarene. 'You'd think a god would be able to hear him no matter how softly he spoke.'

Sarene looked up from her book. 'Are you talking about the gyorn?'

Raoden nodded. 'He's been standing on the wall above the gate since early this morning. Apparently, he's been petitioning his god to heal us.'

Sarene started. 'Heal us?'

'Something like that,' Raoden said. 'We can't hear him very well.' 'Healing Elantris? That's a switch.' Her eyes were suspicious.

Raoden shrugged. continuing his drawing. Galladon selected a book on farming and began searching through it. Over the last few days he had been trying to devise a method of irrigation that would work under their particular circumstances.

A few minutes later, when Raoden had nearly completed the Aon and its modifiers, he realized that Sarene had put down her book and was watching him with interested eyes. The scrutiny made him slip again, and the Aon faded away before he even realized what he had done. She was still regarding him as he raised his hand to begin Aon Ehe again.

'What?' he finally asked. His fingers instinctively drew the first three strokes-the line across the top, line down the side. and dot in the middle that were the beginning of every Aon.

'You've been drawing that same one for the last hour now,' she noted. 'I want to get it right.'

'But you have-at least a dozen times in a row.'

Raoden shrugged. 'It helps me think.'

'About what?' she asked curiously, apparently bored of the Old Empire for the time being.

'Lately, about AonDor itself. I understand most of the theory now, but I still don't seem any closer to discovering what has blocked the Dor. I feel that the Aons have changed, that the old patterns are slightly wrong, but I can't even begin to guess why that would be.'

'Maybe something's wrong with the land,' Sarene said offhandedly, leaning back in her chair so the front two legs rose off the ground.

'What do you mean?'

'Well.' Sarene said speculatively, 'you say that the Aons and the land are linked-though even I could have told you that.'

'Oh?' Raoden asked, smiling as he drew. 'Did your training as a princess include some secret lessons in Elantrian magic?'

'No,' Sarene said with a dramatic toss of her head. 'But it did include training in the Aons. To begin every Aon, you draw a picture of Arelon. I learned that as a little girl.'

Raoden froze, his hand pausing in midline. 'Say that again.'

'Hum?' Sarene asked. 'Oh. it's just a silly trick my teacher used to make me pay attention. See? Every Aon starts the same way-with a line at the top to represent the coast. a line down the side that looks like the Atad Mountains, and a dot in the middle to be Lake Alonoe.'

Galladon stood, wandering over to look at Raoden's still glowing Aon. 'She's right, stile. It does kind of look like Arelon. Didn't your books say anything about that?'

'No,' Raoden said with amazement. 'Well, they claimed there was a connection between the Aons and Arelon, but they never mentioned that the characters actually represented the Iand. Perhaps the concept was just too elementary.'

Galladon picked up his book, folding something out of its back-a map of Arelon. 'Keep drawing, sule. Otherwise that Aon's going to vanish away.'

Raoden complied, forcing his finger back into motion. Galladon held up the map and Sarene moved to stand at the Dula's side. They looked through the thin paper at the glowing Aon.

'Doloken!' Galladon swore. 'Sule, the proportions are exactIy the same. They even slant the same way.'

Raoden finished the Aon with one last stroke. He joined the other two, regarding the map. then looked over at Sarene. 'But, what's wrong, then? The mountains are still there, as is the coast, and the lake.'

Sarene shrugged. 'Don't look at me. You're the expert-I can't even get the first line right.'

Raoden turned back to the Aon. A few seconds later it flashed briefly and disappeared, its potential blocked for some inexplicable reason. If Sarene's hypothesis was right, then the Aons were even more closely linked to Arelon than he had assumed. Whatever had stopped AonDor must have affected the land as well.

He turned. intending to praise Sarene for the clue. However, his words choked in his mouth. Something was wrong. The dark splotches on the princess's skin were the wrong color: they were a mixture of blues and purple. like bruises. They seemed to fade before his eyes.

'Merciful Domi!' he exclaimed. 'Galladon, look at her!'

The Dula turned with alarm, then his face changed from worried to awed. 'What?' the princess demanded, shooting them nervous looks.

'What did you do, sule?' Galladon asked.

'Nothing!' Raoden insisted, looking at the place where his Aon had been. 'Something else must be healing her.'

Then he made the connection. Sarene had never been able to draw Aons. She had complained of being cold, and she still insisted that her wounds didn't hurt. Raoden reached out and felt Sarene's face. Her flesh was warm- too warm, even for a new Elantrian whose body hadn't completely cooled yet. He pushed the scarf off her head with trembling fingers, and felt the nearly invisible blond stubble on her scalp.

'Idos Domi.' he whispered. Then he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the library.

'Spirit, I don't understand,' she protested as they entered the courtyard before Elantris's gate.

'You were never an Elantrian, Sarene,' he said. 'It was a trick-the same one that gyorn used to appear as if he were an Elantrian. Somehow Hrathen can make it seem that you've been taken by the Shaod when you haven't.'

'But-' she objected.

'Think, Sarene!' Raoden said, spinning her around to look him in the eyes. The gyorn preached on the wall above them, his loud voice garbled by the distance. 'Your wedding to Roial would have put an opponent of Shu- Dereth on the throne. Hrathen had to stop that wedding-and he did it in the most embarrassing way he could contrive. You don't belong here.'

He pulled on her arm again. attempting to lead her toward the gates. She resisted. pulling against him with equal strength. 'I'm not going.'

Raoden turned with surprise. 'But you have to go-this is Elantris, Sarene. No one wants to be here.'

'I don't care,' she insisted, voice defiantly firm. 'I'm going to stay.' 'Arelon needs you.'

'Arelon will be better off without me. If I hadn't interfered, Iadon would still be alive, and Telrii wouldn't have the throne.'

Raoden fell still. He wanted her to stay-he longed for her to stay. But he would do whatever it took to get her out of Elantris. The city was death. The gates were opening: the gyorn had recognized his prey.

Sarene regarded Raoden with wide eyes, her hand reaching up toward him. The splotches had nearly completely vanished now. She was beautiful.

'You think we can afford to feed you. Princess?' Raoden said, forcing harshness into his voice. 'You assume we will waste food on a woman who is not one of us?'

'That won't work, Spirit,' Sarene shot back. 'I can see the truth in your eyes.'

'Then believe this truth,' Raoden said. 'Even with severe rationing, New Elantris only has enough food for a