how deep the pool might be, so he took his time, advancing step by sliding step. The water was cold but wonderfully refreshing, the bottom soft with mud and leaves. It proved to be about chest-deep in the middle, but Berun plunged under, enjoying the soft silence of being underwater, the only sound the faint tinkling of the streams feeding and draining the pool.
When he emerged from the pool, someone was standing on the shore watching him.
Berun blinked and wiped the water from his eyes, but when he looked again the figure was still there. The stranger began moving out of the deeper shadow, and Berun could tell by the movement that it was a woman. As she came out from under the oak canopy, a bit of the light from the sky reflected off her dress. It had seemed downy gray in the shadows, but as she stood under the sky, it sparkled like frost, catching the violet light of evening and reflecting some of it back against her skin. Berun followed her with his eyes, and as she stopped, the first edge of the moon broke over the treetops, shedding the glade in her pale light. It gave Berun his first good look at the woman.
She was strikingly beautiful, and her body had the leanness of an elf. Her sleeveless gown stopped just above her ankles, and it seemed to be made of many strips of fabric, so light that they fluttered in the breeze, reminding Berun very much of new spring blossoms. The fabric seemed pale against the darkness of her skin. Her hair fell well below her waist, and she had flowers and even tiny sprigs twined within her tresses.
'Good evening to you, lady,' Berun called out.
'Peace to you, Berun,' she said. He found the melodic lilt of her accent very pleasing.
'How do you know me, lady?'
She stared at him in silence for a long while-so much that Berun became uncomfortable. Finally she looked up to the sky and said, 'Have you forgotten what night this, Child of the Oak Father?'
'I-' Berun stopped, realizing that he had given no thought to the day. What day was it? He might have been in the earth under Chereth's spell for years for all he knew. 'I… don't know.'
'Tonight is the Jalesh Rudra,' she said. 'I am Lebeth, daughter of the Oak Father. You must play for me. Fulfill the covenant.'
Berun blinked and looked away. The Jalesh Rudra. That meant it had been three days ago that Lewan had been taken, that the earth had risen up to swallow Berun. To fulfill the covenant, he would play the pipes for the daughters of the Oak
Father, and if he found her favor, she would give herself to him for a night's coupling beneath the trees.
Still standing up to his chest in the water, Berun bowed his head and said, 'Forgive me, lady. Great misfortune has overtaken me, and I have lost my pipes.'
'I know of your needs,' said Lebeth. 'Our father knows of your needs. I will meet yours, but you must meet mine, according to the covenant.'
She held out her hand, and the pale moonlight reflected off a small set of pipes, one of the finest he had ever seen. He could not remember if she had been holding them the whole time. She might have summoned them from the moonlight, for all he knew.
'So be it,' said Berun. He waded to shore. It struck him then that Lewan should have been there, that Berun should be leading him through his first Jalesh Rudra; that if not for Sauk and the Old Man, his apprentice would have awoken tomorrow a boy no longer, but a man in the sight of the Oak Father. Berun's heart quickened in anticipation of what was to come, but his mood was tinged with sadness at Lewan's absence.
He came ashore where he thought he had left his trousers and boots, but they were gone.
'Your clothes are gone,' said Lebeth, and when Berun turned she was standing only a few feet away. Though they were beneath the trees, the sparkle of starlight had not left her gown. Indeed, tinier sparkles dotted her arms and cheeks. This close, he caught the scent of her-night breeze through spring blossoms, but beneath it, a hint of something musky and primal. 'You will not need them.' She held out the pipes to him. 'Play for me now.'
Berun took the pipes, and in so doing his finger brushed against her hand. Berun swallowed and wet his lips. Damp as he was, the breeze made him shiver, but a warmth was growing beneath his skin and spreading outward.
'Sit,' she said. 'Sit and play.'
Berun sat upon the soft grass and put the pipes to his lips. He blew a hesitant note, then began a simple melody, the first Master Chereth had ever taught him. He didn't even know its name.
Lebeth turned her back to him, though she continued to watch over her shoulder as she began her dance. She began with a rhythmic swaying of her hips, then her hands moved up her body to tangle her fingers in her hair. Blossoms rained down to her feet. A few caught in the breeze and fluttered to Berun. One came to rest on his cheek, and his head spun for a moment at the sharp, sweet scent.
Dusk faded to night, the sky going from deep purple to a blackness broken only by the moon and stars, but Berun noticed that it was not getting darker in the glade. If anything, he could see more. Still keeping the pipes to his lips, he turned his head slightly and saw that a warm green glow was emanating from the water. At first he thought that the moonlight had simply taken on an odd sheen, but then he saw that the light was coming from the pool itself.
A rock struck the pool, startling Berun so that his melody faltered. The sudden ripples caused the light to flicker in the glade. He returned his gaze to Lebeth, who had ceased her dance and was watching him. She had thrown the rock.
'You have all your life to stare at water,' she said. 'You have me only tonight.'
Berun began to play again, this time a more lively tune. Lebeth resumed her dance, her hips undulating to the melody and her arms moving over her body. She joined in the music herself, stamping her foot or clapping her hands as she danced, her hair flying about her, blossoms falling at her feet.
She danced closer, bathing Berun in her scent, and looked down on him. 'Be wary, son of the Oak Father,' she said, almost in a chant.
He did not cease his playing, but his brows creased in a quizzical expression.
She danced away again, and as she did, some of the fabric came away from the bottom of her gown, exposing her legs below the knees. The bits of fabric floated like goosedown on the breeze and broke apart in the air until they were no thicker than smoke, enveloping Berun. It smelled like summer rain.
'My roots run deep,' she said, glancing back at him again. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, and the fabric of her gown slipped down. She did not pull it back up. 'I sensed the earth spirit during the storm.'
The one that saved me, Berun thought.
'Even from afar,' she continued, 'I sensed… wrongness within it, like the beginnings of rot in wood.'
Berun pulled the pipes away from his mouth. 'I don't understand.'
Lebeth stopped her dancing and looked down on him. Her lips twisted in a mischievous smile. 'Play for me, Berun. Fulfill the covenant.'
Berun resumed the tune, this time, a melancholy air of low notes over the longest pipes.
'Like the beginnings of rot in the wood,' Lebeth continued, and this time her dance was slow, almost more of a swaying, and she drew closer to him step by step. 'Do not trust visions of the cold earth, where stone is strong and growing things struggle against the dark. Earth, soil… its life comes from death, from the decay of once-living things. Life comes from death. Of this is the Balance. But in earth where death grows too strong…' Berun thought he saw a shudder pass through her that was not part of her dance. 'Beware, son of the Oak Father. Even truth can deceive, when the seeker walks darkened paths.'
The rest of her gown, still sparkling like starlight on frost, melted away. The remains caught on the wind and showered Berun. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, the last of his melody fading away on the breeze. When he opened his eyes again, Lebeth stood naked before him, still slightly swaying, the breeze playing through her hair.
'To see the light, child of the Oak Father,' she said, her voice low, almost a whisper, 'to protect light for us all, you must bring vengeance to the Tower of the Sun.'
She knelt in from of him, so close that the breeze tossed her hair round his shoulders and face, tickling his skin.
'I am…' Berun set the pipes aside and looked at Lebeth. Her face was all in shadow, but he could see a radiant starlight glow in her eyes. 'I am not an assassin,' he said, his voice choked. 'Not… not anymore.'
'You are a son of the Oak Father.' Lebeth leaned in so close that he could feel her breath when she spoke. 'Your sworn duty is the Balance of all living things. For too long the Blades of the Old Man have dealt in death. Gold
