Exiles Gate

go?'

'Aye.' Breath was short. He sent his thoughts back, to gather everything, putting it in one place. 'Typthyn was the name. For the stone. It was the stone the captain wanted. To take it to Mante, he said. And to get clear. But do not believe him for the sake of that. Chei wanted it for himself.'

A single rider came into view, on the red roan that had been Gault's, the man a slight, young figure in silver mail.

'The fool,' Vanye breathed.

'Foolish or desperate.'

'No!' Vanye said. 'I believed him a moment too long. He lies—very well.'

Her hand clenched on his shoulder, on bruises. 'Be patient. We will hear him out. That at least we can afford.'

She stood clear to face the rider, who, finding himself in a pocket in the maze of stone, dismounted and leapt up to the flat rock which had been Vanye's post. Vanye took his place at her left shoulder, the bow easy in his hands, aimed at the ground.

But he kept the arrow nocked.

Chei spread wide his hands. 'That I have men above me, you can guess. And you have the sword.' He walked forward on the slanting surface and dropped lightly off the rock to the ground facing them—spread his hands again, keeping the palms in plain view. 'I think the advantage is yours.'

'Come no closer,' Morgaine said. 'For this I have no need of the sword.'

Chei stopped instantly. The mockery was gone from his face as she lifted her hand toward him. 'My lady —'

'I am not your lady and whatever there is of Chei ep Kantory I should best requite by killing his enemy, Gault. I saved you for last, only so you might keep the others under your hand. I spared you once on Vanye's word—and because I should have enjoyed it too much— Do you hear me, Gault?'

'My men, my lady. Above us.'

'We two, lord Gault, are in front of you, and this is the cleanest of my weapons, for which you may thank me. Is there something you want that is worth this?'

'What I always wanted. What I would have freely given, if you had come to Morund. What the boy gave when you befriended him—'

'Lies,' Morgaine said sharply.

'Vanye!' Chei said, holding out his hands.

'I had as lief kill you,' Vanye said; and bent the bow as Chei took a step closer. 'No farther!'

Chei fell to his knees, hands outheld. 'God help me, I do not know what I am, I cannot sort it out—What else do you leave me?'

'No more lies!'

'Listen to me. I know the way in. Do you want Skarrin? I will give him to you.'

'Our guide,' Vanye breathed, 'to whom we owe so much already.'

There was fear on Chei's face now. The eyes flickered desperately, distractedly for a moment, and he moistened his lips before they steadied. 'The boy—misled you. I am not that boy. My men have you in sight. Will you throw away your lives—merely to have mine? It seems a poor exchange.'

'We can take him with us,' Vanye said in the Kurshin tongue. 'I will take care of him.'

'Skarrin will kill me for what I have done—he will kill all of us. Listen to what I am saying. I know how to mislead them. I know the way in. I will give you Skarrin . . . for your promise to take us with you.' He rested back on his heels, hands on his knees, and the rising sun shone fair on Chei's curling hair, on Chei's earnest face. 'And I will not betray you.'

'Why not?' Morgaine asked. 'You are betraying Skarrin.'

'Because,' Chei said with a foreign twist of the mouth, a sullen look up, as he set his hands on hips and sat back. 'Skarrin is not a lord I chose, not a lord who chooses me, what is more. You are no fool, lady. And I am not. You have knowledge of the gates that I do not have. I made one try. You won. I have spent my life bowing down to a lord who has trod my face into the dust more than once, and the boy, —when I will listen to him—' The young features contracted, a kind of grimace. '— the boy remembers you dealt well with him.'

Vanye's breath shortened. 'Let us get out of here,' he said, 'liyo.'

'The boy meant to kill me,' Chei said. 'He wanted to die. He still wants revenge. He came to me—to pit himself against me—inside—to drive me mad, if he could.' Chei's mouth jerked, neither grimace nor smile, both humorless. 'But he has changed his mind about death. It never agreed with him. Or with me. And he has changed his mind about killing you. He thought you would kill him—and me. He was disturbed that you declined. Now he understands more and more what a fool he was, having acquired a man's understanding, and a warrior's good sense. And what he remembers tells me I am safer right now than I would ever be in Morund.'

'He was mistaken now and again. I need no assassin at my back.'

'You need me, my lady. And Skarrin will prove it to you, too late, if you kill me. I know the way into Mante. And you will not find it!'

'I have done harder things.'

'I am not a rebel by nature, my lady! Give me a lord I can serve, give me a lord who can win against Skarrin, deal with me as you deal with your own, put me beside you, and you will find I have skill, my lady—in a command twice Morund's size, in any field, I am a man worth having, only so I have a lord more set on winning than on his fears of having me win! I do not rival you. I do not wish to. Only take me and my men and I will tell you how I will prove it: I will swear my allegiance through Vanye, I will put myself under his orders—he is a fair man. I know that he is a fair man—'

'But no fool,' Vanye said bitterly, down the shaft of the arrow, 'besides which, man, I have my own allegiance, which is to my liege, and her safety, and if I have to shoot you where you kneel I will do that before I will let you at her back.' The arrow trembled and almost he lost his grip on it, so much the soreness of his joints and the lightness of his head affected him. He tightened his fingers, feeling the sweat stinging in the cut on his brow; and for all his stomach knotted up in loathing of the choices, it was not for her to do, after so many other burdens she had. 'Liyo, ' he said, and lapsed into the Kurshin tongue, looking nowhere but at the center of Chei's chest. 'Let him call the others down. Let us—as you say—have them in sight. Let us get down off this hill. And I will deal with them.'

She delayed her answer. The sweat stung his eyes and ran down his sides, into raw burns; the muscles of his arm began to tremble dangerously.

She touched his shoulder then. 'No,' she said; and the breath went out of him and the world spun so that he braced his feet as he lowered the bow. 'You are Vanye's,' she said to Chei. 'What he does short of killing you I will not prevent.' Her hand pressed hard on Vanye's shoulder. 'No,' she said in the Kurshin tongue, 'thee cares too much.'

He drew a breath and lifted the bow on the draw, half-blind and choking on the desperation in him. He fired. But her hand struck his arm up and the arrow sped past Chei's head to strike a chip from the stone wall behind him.

Everything froze in its place—Chei in front of him, white-faced; Morgaine at his side. He trembled in the aftershock of attempted murder; he felt the weakness on him with a giddiness that dimmed the light and made sounds ring in his ears.

'Aye,' he said, because something seemed incumbent on him to say then, who had disregarded her orders. If there was a part of his soul undamned, he had done it by that act, excepting her forgiveness. He drew in a breath, straining bruised ribs, vision hazing—the blows to his head, he thought; the lack of food; the exertion of the fight. He wanted only to have them moving again, himself in the saddle with the horse to carry him. Rest would mend him, a night's sleep—

But, O Heaven, it was not in reach, and Morgaine listening to this man—

He could not think beyond her, not, in any case, with his head swimming and his thinking and his fears shrunk