Ayl said, “There’s no harm done her, only her magic checked.”
I stared at him a moment, then at the necklace. It was a linkage of plain silver loops, small and very bright, fastened with a tiny lock. At its midpoint, glowing against Rwyan’s throat, was a crystal that pulsed myriad rainbow hues in the morning sun.
I said, “What is it?”
“Magic,” Ayl answered me. “Magic to fight magic. You’ll not remove it, and only hurt her trying.”
I glared at him. “What do you intend?”
He said, “No harm; only a journey.”
I cursed. Garat should have been proud of those curses.
Ayl heard me out, impassive, then said, “Daviot, it was your ill luck brought you to this. And good fortune gave you that talisman.” He indicated the hair woven about my wrist. I said, “Lan’s gift?”
“Aye.” He ducked his massive head. “That charm marks you as a friend. Were that not on your wrist, you’d be swimming ashore now.”
I said, “But instead I’m your prisoner.”
He said, “Yes; or guest, do you prefer. It need not be a hard confinement, and where we go, you’ll garner such stories as shall make you the envy of your kind.”
“Where do we go?” I asked, and he chuckled, tapping finger to nose. I said, “Rwyan’s blind.”
“Only whilst she wears that trinket,” he replied. “It may be removed in time.”
I’d have questioned him further, but he waved me silent, ordering that we be taken to Tyron’s cabin, and I could only obey. I moved slowly, holding Rwyan tight all the time. She clung to me as might a drowning man cling to a spar or a raft. Her steps were faltering, and all the time she wept silently.
The Changed were oddly courteous as they herded us to our prison. Tezdal was laid on the captain’s bed, and I guided Rwyan to its foot, settling her there as the cabin door closed and I heard a key turned in the lock. I went immediately to the ports. “They showed me the Fend, its surface scarred by our wake. Then bodies blocked my view, and there came the ring of hammers on nails as bars were pounded into place. I turned away, going back to Rwyan.
She sat with her head thrown back, hands busy at the necklace. Her face was wet with tears, and pale. I sat beside her, and she started, head moving from side to side as if she hoped the movement should grant her sight.
I said, “It’s me.”
I had never before thought of her as truly blind. Now she seemed so helpless, I almost wept for her. I put my arms around her; she rested her head on my shoulder.
Hoarsely, she said, “This cursed necklace must hold a crystal.”
I repeated what Ayl had said, and she sighed agreement. When next she spoke, it was so soft, I must bend my head to hear: “Then I must wear it until they take it off.”
She found the thought abhorrent. She did not voice it aloud, but I knew it from her tone, from the tension in her body. I said, “Let me try.”
She told me it should be no use, but still I made the attempt. I poked and pried until she cried out, telling me I choked her: the links were forged too strong, and the lock defied all my attempts at picking. I examined the cabin for tools-anything that might snap the cursed thing, or force the lock-but there was nothing. I supposed our captors had removed all possible weapons. Without tools, it could not be broken; even with a blade or lever it should have been dangerous. I gave up and took her in my arms again, holding her and stroking her hair as I murmured helpless reassurances. It was the most I could do: it was not enough. I told myself that at least we were together. I was grateful for that: I had never seen Rwyan so frightened, and-am I honest-I was myself not a little afraid.
In time her trembling ceased, a measure of calm returned, or resignation, and she wiped at her eyes. I told her I must leave her awhile to examine Tezdal, and she nodded wearily. I stroked her cheek and went to the Sky Lord.
A bruise flowered over one side of his face, but as best I could tell, he was not otherwise damaged. I made him comfortable, all the while explaining what I did to Rwyan, who sat straight-backed, staring blindly ahead, her hands locked as if in prayer. I suspected she struggled to keep them from the necklace; surely, her knuckles shone white.
I turned my attention to the cabin. I had some inkling now of where we likely went, and I thought we should be confined here for some time. It was, at least, a reasonably comfortable prison. It occupied the width of the stern, and Tyron’s bunk was wide enough for two. For all they were now stoutly barred, the ports let in light and air. There was a curtained alcove that held a Watergate; a bench along one wall, and a table cut with holes to secure cups and a flask of wine. I filled one and brought it to Rwyan: her hands shook as she drank, droplets falling unnoticed on her linen shirt.
I raised another to Tezdal’s lips, and he opened his eyes. The cup was knocked aside as he came upright, hands raised ready to attack. I seized his wrists; Rwyan cried out.
I said, “Tezdal, all’s well,” and he sank back, recognition dawning. He groaned, warily touching his swollen face.
I retrieved the fallen cup and filled it again. Then I must once more explain. He stared at Rwyan as I spoke, then said, “Lady, do they harm you, I shall slay them; or die attempting it.”
I was not sure I welcomed his chivalry, but Rwyan gave a wan smile in the direction of his voice. “They are many, Tezdal, and I think that for now we can only accept we are prisoners.”
He nodded, frowning, and immediately set to exploring the cabin. I found my place by Rwyan’s side and put an arm around her. She took my free hand in both of hers.
I said, “It seems you’ll not be rid of me after all.”
I sought to cheer her, but she ignored the sally, head turning as she followed Tezdal’s prowling. He had no better luck than I in loosening the bars; nor, indeed, do I know what we hoped to do, had we removed them. Dive into the Fend and bring poor blind Rwyan somehow to the shore? We’d likely have drowned. I suppose we did those things men feel are expected of them in such circumstances; done less in real hope of escape than in the need to occupy ourselves, to maintain our waning denial of defeat.
Finally he must admit himself beaten and settle on the bench, his dark face flushed with anger.
He asked Rwyan, “Shall that thing harm you?”
Sunlight filtered through the bars, and the rays sparked brilliance from the little stone on her throat. Save for its malign power, it was a pretty bauble. I stared at it, hating it and the Changed who had put it there. She said, “It robs me of my talent. I cannot see or work magic.” Her voice faltered, and her hands clenched tighter on mine. “But save I wear it overlong, it shall do no lasting harm.”
Fear curdled anew in my belly. I asked, “How long?”
She said, “Is it like those we use, then some years.”
That was a small measure of relief. I said, “I think we’ll reach our destination ere then.”
“Our destination?” Her head cocked, her face turned awkwardly toward me. She seemed utterly vulnerable. I stared at her sightless eyes and fought back tears; I regretted those harsh words spoken earlier. “What’s our destination?”
I said, “Ur-Dharbek, save I miss my guess.”
“Ur-Dharbek?” She moved her head as if seeking some glimpse of me. “How can you know that?”
I said, “I don’t
My words came in a flood, as if a dam were breached-all those secrets, the suspicions I’d held to myself, I now revealed. A part of me was afraid such honesty should earn Rwyan’s displeasure, that she might judge me and find me lacking; another part knew only relief that I should have no more secrets from her.
I told her all I’d learned during the months of my wandering, everything I’d seen. I held back nothing, and as I spoke, it was as though the sundry disparate pieces of the puzzle I’d sensed fell clearer into place. I told of seeing Changed and Sky Lords in congress; that the Changed communicated; of the bracelet Lan had given me, and what he’d said. I spoke of what Rekyn had told me, of the Border Cities and the Dhar’s lost ability to create more Changed.
“I think,” I said, “that Rekyn spoke the truth better than she knew-that the wild Changed do more than just survive in Ur-Dharbek. I suspect they’ve a society there, and that they’ve found crystals; the use of magic. I think
