The first light of the sun was coming between two hills to the east. It fell on grass that was scorched in a great circle. She could see the little flakes of ash going up from where leaves of the tree had been burned. And in the middle of the circle, where the four wizards stood, something stood and looked back at them. It was shaped like a spear, but this fooled no-one. They knew they were watched, and considered, cheerfully, gravely, by something that would kill any one, or all of them, to do its job — to find the darkness, pierce it, and be its end. The socket and binding of the Spear had held.
Only the wood of the shaft was scorched black, but it was otherwise sound. Above it, the spearhead stood plain and cool and silvery — but there was something moving in the blade. Those lines of layered metal that Biddy had hammered in, black once, now wavered and twisted: needle-thin lines of fire, white and yellow-white, swirling and writhing in the metal. The air above the Spear wrinkled and wavered the way air does above a hot pavement in the summer, and the ozone smell was thick.
'It's awake,' Kit said, softly, as if afraid of being overheard. 'It worked.!' And he looked over at Biddy just in time to see her collapse.
They hurried over to her. Nita looked helplessly at Johnny as he came over, hoisted Biddy up. Her eyes were closed: her breathing was so shallow it was hardly to be seen. He shook his head. 'What's wrong with her?' Nita said.
'I'm not sure. We'll take her inside and find out. Meanwhile. .' He glanced over at the Spear, gleaming crimson where the early sun was catching it. 'We're ready,' he said. 'It's Lughnasad. This evening we move.'
She nodded, and looked across the field. Dark in his denims, Ronan was standing there. He had no eyes for anything but the Spear. He was wearing an expression like that of someone who finds something that's lost, something he has been wanting for a long time; something without which he's not complete. It was a frightened look, and a frightening one.
What unnerved Nita even more was the way she could feel the Spear looking back at him. It considered Ronan to be just such a lost object, recovered after a long time, that which completes. She turned away and did her best to keep her thoughts to herself.
11. ag na Machairi Teithra / The Plains of Tethra
All that day, cars came and went at Matrix: people being dropped off, coming to stay, other people heading out to pick up more people from the train station. The house got full. All the wizards that Nita had seen in the Long Hall were there, and many that she had never seen before. The gravel parking lot in front got full, and people started parking in among the sheep. Everyone had tea. Nita made it several times (as did everyone else). People went out to town for fast food and brought it back, and a lot of baking and cooking went on back in the kitchen; Doris made soda bread seven or eight times, smiling more and more as the compliments got louder. But Nita had noticed that there was a certain desperate quality to a lot of the conversations. the kind of talk meant to keep people from noticing that they themselves were nervous.
The nerves were not just among the less senior wizards, and there were other worries as well. Nita had watched Johnny that morning as he carried the Spear in from the field. He was wincing as he carried it. 'Are you all right?' she said to him.
'Yes,' he said, and put the Spear down to lean it against the doorpost — hurriedly, Nita thought, and rather gratefully. Johnny rubbed his hands together. 'Well, no. It really is hard to hold for even a little while. it burns.' He laughed. 'It can hardly help it — we went to enough trouble to make it do that! But there's someone else it wants.' 'We could all take turns carrying it.'
'No, I think it has made its choice. He just has to stop fighting it. ' Johnny shook his head. 'I think he will.'
Nita was confused. 'Is there something the matter with it, that it hurts to carry it?'
'The matter? Nothing! The matter's with us, I'm afraid. We called the Spirit of Fire, and we got it — the essence of purification, and triumph. ' He trailed off, then said, 'It sees the dross in us. and wants to see it burned away, and us made perfect, now. Not possible, of course. It's not easy, meeting one of the cardinal virtues face to face.'
He picked up the Spear again and went off in a hurry.
She could feel it looking at her, though, and she understood now what Johhny had said about some weapons being able to speak. She knew what this one wanted.
She looked over her shoulder and was not even slightly surprised to find Ronan there, looking after Johnny. 'Hey, Paddy,' she said softly.
'Hey, Miss Yank.' But there was none of the good old abrasiveness in his voice now: nothing but soft fear. He was quiet for a moment, and then said, 'I hear it calling all the time now. Not just calling me, either. Him.'
For a moment Nita wasn't sure what Ronan meant — until the flash of scarlet, of wings or a sword that burned, flickered in her mind's eye. 'Oh,' she said, and laughed slightly. 'Sorry. I usually think of Him as a Her — that's how we saw. .'
'Her?' Ronan sounded outraged, as if this were one shock too many.
Nita burst out laughing: for the moment, at least, Ronan sounded normal. 'Give me a break! As if the Powers care about something like gender. They change names and shapes and sexes and bodies the way we change T- shirts.' She rubbed one ear. The One's Champion, in the last shape She commonly wore, had bitten Nita there several times. 'Doesn't make Them any less effective on the job.'
They wandered off into the field a little way, absently. Nita looked at the scorched place on the ground and veered aside from it.
'He's in there, all right,' Ronan said. He sounded like a man admitting he had cancer. 'I hear this other voice — not my own. .He wants the Spear. It's his, from a long way back. Lugh.' He coughed slightly: Nita realized then, blushing with embarrassment for him, that he was trying to control the thickening in the throat, the tears. 'Why me?' he said softly. 'You're related,' Nita said. He stared at her.
It was true, though: the Knowledge made at least that much plain. 'You've got some of His blood,' she said, 'from a ways back. You remember what the Queen said, about the Powers dipping in from outside of time, and getting into relationships with people here for one reason or another. So He loved somebody when He was here physically, once. Maybe even as Lugh himself. Does it matter? When He finished the other job he was on, the One gave Him — or Her; whatever — another one. Busy guy. But as soon as He could, He came hunting- a suitable vessel. Like the Spear did.' And Nita smiled at him slightly. 'Would you rather a blow-in got the job?'
Ronan smiled, but it was a weak smile. After a moment he said, 'You knew Him. What's He like?' She shook her head, not sure how to describe anything to Ronan that that flicker of scarlet across a dark mind didn't convey in itself. 'Tough,' she said. 'Cranky, sometimes. But kind too. Funny, sometimes. Always — very fierce, very. .' She fumbled for words for a moment. 'Very strong, very certain. Very right. .'
Ronan shook his head. 'It's not right for me,' he said. 'Why don't I get any say in this?' 'But you do,' Nita said.
He didn't hear her. 'I don't want certainty!' Ronan said softly. 'I don't want answers! I don't even know what the questions are yet! Don't I get any time to find things out for myself, before bloody Saint Michael the Archangel or whatever else He's been lately moves in upstairs in my head and starts rearranging the furniture?'
Nita shook her head. 'You can throw Him out, all right,' she said. 'You know what it says. Power will not live long in the unwilling heart. Goes for the Powers, too, I think. But you'd better see what you've got to replace Him with that will be able to use the Spear to cope with Balor, 'cause I can't think of anything offhand.'
'If I once let Him run me,' Ronan said, bitter in this certainty at least, 'He's in to stay.' Nita shook her head. She could think of nothing useful to say.
'Miss tough mouth,' Ronan said softly. 'Ran out of lines at last. Had to happen eventually.' 'If the advice was any good before it ran out,' Nita said, halfway between annoyance and affection, 'better make the most of it.'
Ronan looked away from her, towards the castle. After a moment he headed off that way.
Nita stood and watched him go. A few moments later, Kit said from behind her, 'He's a hard case.'
Nita nodded. 'It's a real pain,' she said softly.
