now.» The seamed face dipped momentarily into shadow. «Walk with me.»
Bek fell into step beside him, thinking again that what was happening wasn’t real, that it was only a dream come to him in his sleep, but knowing instinctively that it was important nevertheless. He was being given a vision, a fever dream. In this vision, he might be shown truths that would help him find his son.
« Why is Pen beyond our reach?» he asked, impatient with waiting for the other to speak.
The aged head lifted slightly, one hand gesturing in a quick, dismissive motion. «It only matters that he is. It only matters that he must be. I would have told you sooner. I would have come to you. I promised him I would, weeks ago, when I first appeared to him in the Black Oaks, while he was fleeing from the Druids. He relied on me to tell you, to warn you of the danger. But I could not risk it. Had I told you, you would have gone in search of him. You would have promised me not to, but you would have gone anyway. Had you found him and rescued him, everything that must happen in its own time would have failed to happen at all.»
Bek shook his head. «Are you saying you deliberately stopped me from helping Pen by not telling me what was happening to him?»
« I am saying that I stopped you fromthinking you were helping him when in truth you would have been doing the opposite.»
« I don’t understand. Why are you telling me this now, since you chose not to before?»
The childlike eyes fixed on him. «Because now your help is needed. But it is needed in an entirely different way from before. And it will not be so easy to give.»
They walked on, not speaking. Bek, floating within his vision, dreaming through his sleep, was a disembodied presence with thoughts and emotions, but a lack of substance. It left him feeling oddly removed from what was happening, even while participating. He experienced a need to grasp on to something hard and strong, something real and true. But the words of the King of the Silver River were all he had.
« This is what has happened, Bek Ohmsford,” the old man said finally. «Druids within the order have conspired against the Ard Rhys. They found a way to banish her to a place from which she cannot return without help. Your son has gone to find her. He was asked to do so by me because I knew he was the only one who could make the journey and return. He did not think himself equal to the task, but I convinced him otherwise, and now he has convinced himself. He has crossed a barrier that no other may cross to reach the Ard Rhys. When he finds her, he will bring her back through that barrier, and they must both face their destinies.»
He paused, looking over at Bek. The look seemed intended both to measure and to reassure. «Your son and your sister are inside the Forbidding.»
Bek turned sharply toward the old man, but the heavy staff struck the earth hard enough that he could feel the blow through his feet. «Don’t speak. Just listen. Shadea a’Ru and her minions believe they have orchestrated the imprisonment of the Ard Rhys through their own cleverness and skill, but they are mistaken. They have been tricked by one of the demons that dwell within the Forbidding. That demon is a warlock, a sorcerer of great power. Its goal was to exchange the Ard Rhys for another demon, bringing her into the Forbidding in order to free one of its own to come into this world. That exchange has taken place. The demon set free now seeks to destroy the Forbidding so that all those imprisoned since the time of Faerie will be freed. The demon must be stopped or the Four Lands are lost. You must stop it.»
Bek shook his head. The charge weighed on him like a set of chains. «How?»
The old man slowed and turned to face him. The childlike eyes were kind and reassuring. «1 did not come to you to tell you of your son or warn you of your own danger before this because Penderrin alone was needed to cross into the Forbidding, and you would have stopped him. Penderrin knows that he must find and rescue his aunt. He has the means and the will to accomplish this. I think he will succeed. But he does not know that when the Ard Rhys was sent into the Forbidding, a demon was sent into our world. He only knows that he must use the talisman he has been given to rescue your sister and bring her out again. He believes that is the extent of what is required of him. This was my decision, too. Telling him the rest would have crushed him.»
He turned and began walking again, his steps careful and measured. Bek stayed at his side, waiting impatiently to hear more. All around them, breezes rippled the petals of the flowers and gave the impression that they walked upon the surface of a multihued sea.
« The talisman Pen carries is called a darkwand,” the old man said. «Penderrin has already used it to cross into the Forbidding. Once he finds the Ard Rhys, he will use it to cross back again.» He paused. «But there is one thing more he must do. What has been done must be undone—not in part, but in whole. In order for matters to be put right, everything that the combined magic of the demons and the Druids has brought to pass must be put back. Therefore, not only must the Ard Rhys be returned to this world, but the demon must be put back inside the Forbidding. The darkwand possesses the magic to do this, but only Pen has the power to wield it. He must find the demon and use the darkwand against it.»
He looked at Bek. «You are the one who must see that he has the chance to do so.»
« What am I supposed to do?»
The old man looked away again. «Two things. First, you must find a way to protect your son when he crosses back through the Forbidding with the Ard Rhys. They must return to exactly the same place they went in— her sleeping chamber at Paranor.»
« Where Shadea and the others will be waiting,” Bek finished.
The old man nodded. «Second, you must find the demon. It will not look like a demon. It will look like something else. It is a changeling and takes the shapes of other creatures. This one is particularly dangerous. It absorbs its victims and becomes them. You must find out which disguise it has assumed and unmask it.»
***
Bek looked down at his feet. He couldn’t see them. He didn’t seem to have feet, even though he could feel himself walking.
« The darkwand will reveal the demon,” the old man said. «The talisman will respond to its presence. It will tell you who or what the demon is. If you get close enough.»
The scent of tuberoses filled Bek’s nostrils, sweet and heady. He shook off the distraction. «The wishsong told me that Pen was at Taupo Rough in the Upper Anar.»
« The wishsong did not lie. But now he is inside the Forbidding.»
« So I must go back to Paranor to find my son?»
The King of the Silver River turned to face him. «The path that leads to your son does not begin at Paranor. It begins at Taupo Rough, with Penderrin’s companions. The Dwarf, the Rock Troll, and the Elven girl will provide you with keys to the doors that you must open to reach him.»
He paused. «It is not within the Forbidding that Penderrin faces his greatest danger, it is here. The Druids will know where he has gone and be waiting for him when he returns. If they reach him before you do, they will kill him.»
« Nothing will happen to my son while I am alive,” Bek said at once.
He felt a subtle shift in his surroundings as he made that vow, a shimmering in the air, a ripple in the blankets and clusters of flowers, a whispering of breezes, and he knew he had committed himself in a way that could not be undone.
The old man nodded. «Do you feel the weight of your words, Bek Ohmsford? They have sealed your fate.»
He stepped aside, an effortless movement that belonged to a much younger man. His ancient face lifted and changed. He was something else now, an old man no longer, another creature entirely, not human, not of this world. Bek backed away involuntarily, hands coming up to ward off the thing that stood before him.
The King of the Silver River had become a monster.
« See the future, human!» the monster rasped, teeth showing, eyes bright with hate. «Look upon it! When the Forbidding falls, your world becomes mine!»
Then the gardens withered before Bek’s eyes, the flowers dying, their colors fading and their stalks wilting. The great shade trees lost their leaves, and their branches took on the look of bones blackened by fire. The grasses dried and cracked, and all sights and sounds of life disappeared. Overhead, the sky lost its brightness, its depthless blue becoming as gray as ashes, misted and empty.
Bek knew at once he was being given a glimpse of what his world would become if the demon set loose by the unthinking rebel Druids was successful in bringing down the Forbidding and setting free its denizens. When that happened, his world would become the world of the Forbidding. It would be the end of everything that mattered.
