'Tell me about the Font again. What did you feel as you were enveloped in the Blue?' Once again he described the miracle of his transmutation. When he had finished she was silent for a space, and then she said, 'The Font has been destroyed in the eruptions of the volcanoes, in the same way that Eos herself was.'
'It is the pulsing artery of the earth. It is the divine power of nature, which quickens and controls all life. It can never be destroyed, for if that ever happened, all creation would perish too.'
'If it still exists, then what has become of it? Where has it gone?'
'It was sucked back into the core of the earth, just as the seas are sucked away by the tides and the moon.'
'Has it been placed for ever beyond the reach of mankind?'
'I believe not. I believe that in time it must surface again. Perhaps it has already done so in some remote part of the earth.'
'Where, Taita? Where will it reappear?'
'I know only what Eos knew. It will be closely associated with a large volcano and within proximity of a vast body of water. Fire, earth, air and water, the four elements.'
'Will any man rediscover the Font?'
'It was driven deep into the earth when the volcano of Etna in the far north erupted. At that time, it was where Eos had her lair. She was driven out by the fires. She wandered for over a hundred years in search of the place where the Blue River had come to the surface again. She found it in the Mountains of the Moon. Now it has been driven under again.'
'How long will you remain young, Taita?'
'This I cannot tell with any certainty. Eos remained young for over a thousand years. I know it from her boasts, and from the certain knowledge I took from her.'
'And now that you have bathed in the Font, you will do the same,'
she said. 'You will live for a thousand years.'
That night she woke him, whimpering and crying with nightmares.
Then she called his name: 'Taita, wait for me! Come back! Don't leave me.' Taita stroked her cheeks and kissed her eyelids to wake her gently.
When she realized it had been a dream she clung to him. 'Is it you, Taita? Is it truly you? You have not left me?'
'I will never leave you,' he reassured her.
'You will.' Her voice was still blurred with tears.
'Never,' he repeated. 'It took me so long to find you again. Tell me about your silly dream, Fenn. Were you being chased by trogs or Chima?'
She did not reply at once, still struggling to regain control of herself.
At last she whispered, 'It was not a silly dream.'
'Tell me about it.'
'In the dream I had grown old. My hair was thin and white - I could see it hanging in front of my eyes. My skin was wrinkled and my hands were bony claws. My back was bowed and my feet were swollen and painful. I hobbled behind you, but you were walking so fast that I could not keep up. I was falling back and you were going to some place where I could not follow.' She was becoming agitated again. 'I called your name, but you did not hear me.' She began to sob.
'It was only a dream.' He held her tightly in the circle of his arms, but she shook her head vehemently.
'It was a vision of the future. You strode ahead without looking back. You were tall and straight, your legs strong. Your hair was thick and lustrous.' She reached up, took a handful and twisted it between her fingers. 'Just as it is now.'
'My sweet, you must not distress yourself. You, too, are young and beautiful.'
'Perhaps now. But you will stay so, and I will grow old and die. I will lose you again. I don't want to turn into some cold star. I want to stay with you.'
With all the wisdom of the ages at his command, he could find no words with which to comfort her. At last he made love to her again. She gave herself into his embrace with a kind of desperate fervour, as though she were trying to become one with him, to unite their physical bodies as well as their spirits so that they could never be torn apart, not even by death. At last, just before dawn, exhausted by love and despair, she slept.
From time to time they sailed past long-deserted Luo villages. The huts sagged miserably on their pole foundations, on the point of toppling into the rising waters. 'When the waters rise they are driven to seek drier land at the peripheries of the Great Sud,' Fenn explained. 'They will only return to their fishing when the waters fall again.'
'It is as well,' Taita said. 'If we were to meet them we would surely be
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forced to fight them, and we have been delayed long enough on this voyage. Our people are eager to see their homes.'
'As I am,' Fenn agreed, 'although for me it will be the first time in this life.'
That night Fenn was haunted again by her nightmares. He woke her, rescuing her from the dark terrors of her mind, stroking and kissing her until she lay quietly in his arms. But still she trembled as though in fever and her heart drummed against his chest like the hoofbeats of a running horse.
'Was it the same dream?' he asked softly.
