Black Jade

now that he didn't have in Argattha. Perhaps many powers. He pointed at Atara, and struck her blind!'

Atara paused in eating her stew to hold up her spoon I front of the white cloth covering her face. She said, 'But I am already blind.'

'You know what I mean.'

She brought out her scryer's sphere and sat rolling it between her long, lithe ringers. 'Morjin has power over my gelstei now, nothing more.'

'But your second sight — '

'My second sight comes and goes, like the wind, as it always has. Surely it was just evil chance, what happened on the battlefield.'

'Evil, indeed,' Maram said, looking at her. 'But what if it was more than chance?'

Atara shook her head violently. Then she clapped her hands over her blindfold and said, 'Morjin took my eyes and with them my first sight. Isn't that enough?'

Because there was nothing to say to this, we sat around the fire eating our stew. The knock and scrape of our spoons against our wooden bowls seemed as loud as thunder.

And then I took her hand and said to her, 'Please promise me that if the next battle comes upon us with the wind blowing the wrong way, you'll find a safe place and remain there.'

'I should have, I know,' she said to me, pressing her hand into mine. 'But I was sure that my sight would return, at any moment, so sure. Then, too, they were so many and we so few. I heard you calling out, to me it seemed. I thought you needed my sword.'

'I need much more than your sword,' I told her.

In the clasp of her fingers around mine was all the promise that I could ever hope for.

Maram, sitting nearby, cast us a wistful look as if he might be to thinking of his betrothed, Behira. And he said, 'It vexes me what Morjin said about the Baaloch. Can it be true that he is so close to freeing Angra Mainyu?'

'He would lie,' said, 'just to vex me. And to strike terror into you, and everyone else.'

'He would,' Master Juwain agreed. 'But as we have seen before, he has no need of lies when the truth will serve him better.'

'But how can we know the truth about this?' I asked. 'Didn't you once teach me that Morjin possessed the Lightstone for thirty years at the end of the Age of Swords? And then for nearly ten times as long when the Age of Law fell to the Age of the Dragon? If he didn't free Angra Mainyu then why should we fear that he

will now?'

'Because,' Master Juwain told me, 'that was then, and this is now. The first time he claimed the Lightstone, he used it in desperate battle to conquer Alonia. And the second time, to overthrow the order of the Age of Law, which everyone had thought eternal. Now that he has nearly conquered all of Ea, he will surely use it to bring his master here from Damoom.'

'If he can, he will,' I said, still not wanting to believe the worst. 'But why should we think that he can?'

Atara's hand suddenly tightened around mine as she said, 'But, Val, I have seen this, and have spoken of it before!'

What Atara had 'seen' we all knew to be true: that beneath the buried city of Argattha, far beneath the mountain, Morjin had driven his slaves to digging tunnels deep into the earth. And there, through solid rock, as with the lightning-like pulses that coursed along a man's nerves and through the chakras along his spine, ran the fires of the earth. Master Juwain called them the telluric currents. Their power was very great: if Master Juwain was right, the Lightstone could be used to direct them, as with the flames of a blacksmith's furnace, to touch upon the currents of the world of Damoom. And then the door behind which Angra Mainyu was bound, tike an iron gate, might be burnt open. And then Angra Mainyu, the Dark One, would be set free from his prison and loosed upon Ea.

'Morjin is close,' Atara told me, 'so very close to cutting open the right tunnel The wrong tunnel. Now that he has the Lightstone, it will be months, not years, before he sees clear where to dig.'

Daj, who had been a slave in the mines below Argattha's first level, nodded his head at this. 'It might be even sooner. I once heard Lord Morjin tell one of his priests that the Baaloch would be freed within a year. And that was before he took back the Lightstone.'

'Well, then, Morjin either was wrong or he lied,' Maram said to Daj. 'It's been more than a year since we freed you from Argattha.'

'Morjin didn't lie,' Liljana said, 'when I touched minds with him. He couldn't lie, then. He believes that he will free Angra Mainyu, and soon,'

Master Juwain rubbed at the back of his bald head as he told us: 'It has been a year and a half since we took the Lightstone out of Argattha. And in that time, Morjin must have lain long abed recovering from the first wound that Val dealt him. And then, many months planning and leading the invasion of Mesh. And now-'

'And now,' Maram said hopefully, 'we've tempted him out of Argattha, along with the Lightstone no doubt, and so we've delayed the worst of what he can do yet again.'

'Perhaps,' Master Juwain said. 'But now that Val has wounded him again, hell return to Argattha and to his greatest chance.'

'And that,' I said, looking up through the gorge at the mountains beyond, 'is why we must find the Maitreya, and soon.'

I felt my heart beating hard against my ribs. Would even the Maitreya, I wondered, be able to keep Morjin from using the Lightstone?

'Ah, well, even if we fail,' Maram said, 'must we give up all hope? If what we learned outside of Tria is true, then once before Angra Mainyu walked other worlds freely, and yet in the end was defeated. He is only one man, isn't he, even if he is one of the Galadin.'

At this, Maram looked hopefully toward Kane, for it had been Kane, long ago and on another world, who had immobilized Angra Mainyu so that the Lightstone might be wrested from him.

A light flashed in Kane's eyes as from far away. His gaze fell upon Maram. In a voice as harsh as breaking steel, he laughed out: 'Ha — only a man, you say! Only one of the Galadin, eh? Fool! What would you do if this man faced you upon the battlefield or came at you in a dark glade? Die, you would — of fright. And you would be fortunate to be dead. You have seen the Grays! They are terrible, aren't they? They nearly sucked out your soul, didn't they? And yet they are as children happily playing games in a flowered field compared to the one you speak of.'

'I wish I hadn't,' Maram said, pulling at the mail that covered his throat. 'Must we really speak of this?'

'So, we must speak of it,' Kane growled out. His face had fallen fierce, like that of a tiger, and yet there was much in its harsh lines that was sad, noble and exalted. 'This one time we shall, and never again. I have heard and seen today too much uncertainty. And too much pity, for ourselves. Master Juwain has told of the fires of the earth, these telluric currents that our enemy seeks to wield. Val dreads the flames of his sword. Fire and flame — ha! I shall tell you of fire! There is that in each of us that must utterly burn away. Lirjana's pride at besting Morjin: at least this one time. Maram's self-indulgence, Atara's desire to be made whole again, and Val's rage for vengeance. So, and my own. The grief we all suffer from the poisoning of our gelstei. It is nothing. We are nothing. In the face of what comes, none of our lives matters. Except that we all do matter, utterly, and so long as we live and draw breath, everything that we do — every word, thought and act — must be keener and strike truer than even Val's sword. For if we fail, Morjin will use the Lightstone as we all fear and open the way to Damoom.'

As Kane spoke, he paced back and forth behind the log breastwork gripping his strung bow. His fierce eyes danced about, now flicking toward the bend in the stream, now falling upon us. From time to time, he scowled as he looked up at the darkening sky.

'And then,' he told us, 'he will come, with fire. Who of us will be able to bear even the sight of him? For his eyes are like molten stone, his flesh is red as heated iron, his hair is a wreath of flames. His mouth opens like a pit of burning pitch that devours all things. Angra Mainyu, men call him now. He is the