At the centre — and overlapping the two doors — was Kerberos, the clouds that covered its surface picked out in delicate folds and arches of bone. Below this, dozens of humans were depicted falling away from Kerberos, expressions of anguish and remorse on their faces. A great stone rode in their midst and linking them together were lines from the holy text. These travellers through the void were heading towards the city of Morat, which rode its great wave at the base of the doors.
Win put his right hand on the fresco and, with a click, the doors swung open.
The song increased in volume, rolling out of the chamber on a breath of warm, perfumed air. The room into which Win now led them was dominated by a vast stone sphere, its summit almost touching the ceiling. But for its size, it was identical to the Llothriall's stone. Veins of magical energy played across its surface and out across the walls, where it illuminated the lines of the holy text that had been worked into the stone. Around the circumference of the cradle supporting the stone was a ring of eight lecterns. At these stood more robed figures, their voices raised in the ethereal song that filled the room with its powerful resonance. Around the edges of the room stood more of the Stone Seers, waiting to take over from any of the singers who tired. Maintaining the song clearly involved considerable exertion, for those who were led away from their lecterns to be replaced with others of their kind were often pale and drenched in sweat.
'It is crucial that the song never falters,' Win said. 'For if that happens, Morat would be truly lost. It is the power of the stone that leads us on the path the Allfather laid down for us, and shapes the sea to carry us.'
'And are all your stone seers eunuchs?' Kelos asked.
'Well no, why would they be?'
'Emuel, our seer, was emasculated in order that he would be able to attain the correct pitch in which the song is to be sung.'
'How can somebody be so cruel? It is the rhythm, the cadence that is essential to maintaining the song. Pitch has nothing to do with it.'
'I notice also that your Seers are not tattooed like Emuel.'
'I must admit that I was wondering why the holy text had been needled into his flesh.'
'It is a magical mnemonic,' Kelos said. 'The tattoos allow the song to flow through Emuel. It is this that enables him to unlock the power of the stone on the Llothriall. As you have seen, however, his flesh has been marred and the songlines broken.'
'But the song can be learnt. Anybody can, theoretically, be taught how to become a Stone Seer.'
'You mean,' Emuel said, 'that none of what I have been through was necessary?'
Silus noticed that the eunuch had his fists clenched and his shoulders were shaking. He had never seen Emuel so gripped by anger and he took a step back, putting himself between Katya and Zac and the eunuch.
'I'm afraid not,' Win said. 'Who was it who did these dreadful things to you?'
'My faith did this to me. Those who taught me the lessons of the Lord of All and who nurtured me from acolyte to Enlightened One, did this to me. I gave them my soul and my flesh and they used me. And to what end?'
Emuel's voice had risen to a shout. Some of the seers at their lecterns turned towards the disruption. Noticing the look of concern on their faces, Win began to usher the crew towards the doors.
'Emuel, I think that perhaps any arguments are best saved for outside. We don't want to disturb the Stone Seers.'
'Yes, come on Emuel. It's not all bad news.' Kelos said. 'Win has said that the song can be taught. That means you can learn it again. They can fix you.'
'Fix me? Fix me!'
'I–I mean heal, obviously.'
'You don't care, do you Kelos? None of you really care what happens to me. I'm just a useful object to you people. You know, I was happy in my Drakengrat parish. My congregation loved me and we all shared in the glory of the Lord of All. But then I had to go and give myself to Makennon's cause when she came a-calling, only for her sorcerers and alchemists to turn me into a walking blasphemy! And then, you had to go and kidnap me, taking me on this dreadful voyage which is likely to kill us all!'
'Emuel, come on. Calm down.' Dunsany put a hand on his shoulder.
'Get off me!' Emuel shouted, and shoved Dunsany hard in the chest.
Dunsany fell against one of the Stone Seers, sending him crashing to the floor, his lectern falling beside him.
For the first time the song faltered.
A great shudder passed through the room and a fine rain of dust fell from the ceiling. Silus felt his ears pop as the air pressure suddenly dropped. Immediately, several of the stone seers rushed to help their colleague to his feet as another of their number quickly took up his part in the song.
The walls groaned and Silus could have sworn he saw one of them begin to sag, as though it were melting. But, with the harmony of the song restored, the room began to stabilise and Silus saw Win breathe a sigh of relief.
Dunsany brushed himself down and walked over to Emuel, holding out a conciliatory hand. But the eunuch shot him a murderous look and stormed from the building
'I think that it's time we left,' Win said.
Back outside there was no sign of Emuel.
'Perhaps one of you should go and look for him?' Katya suggested.
'No, I think that it's best if we leave him to work it out of his system.' Dunsany said. 'I don't think that anything any of us could say would calm him down right now.'
Win nodded and gestured to a passing Stone Seer. 'Arklyn, would you see to it that our friend is okay? Perhaps you could speak to him of the song. It does have many healing properties.'
The seer nodded and set off in the direction Emuel had taken.
'Do not worry my friends,' Win said, turning back to the crew. 'Emuel will be in good hands. Now, shall we return to the palace for refreshments?'
Later, as they sat down to lunch, Emuel returned. He was considerably calmer than he had been before and he was humming a tune under his breath. Kelos offered him a drink but he refused and, instead, went to his room, saying that he wanted time to pray and consider what he had learned.
'Well, it's certainly been an eventful day,' Kelos said, sitting down and helping himself to a hunk of bread.
'Win, I'm curious to learn more about Kerberos, the Allfather,' Silus said. When I was a young man, I often wondered what it would be like to fly through those azure clouds and see whether anything more lay beyond them. Ever since I was a child I've heard its call.'
'Silus, if you ever feel like remaining on Morat, I'm sure that we can find you a role amongst the priests of the Allfather,' Win said. 'You certainly talk like one of them.'
'Yes,' Kelos said, 'he is a most unique individual.'
For a moment Silus glared at Kelos, afraid that he was about to tell Win of his burgeoning powers and his link to the Chadassa but, instead, the mage smiled and poured himself another glass of wine.
'I'd like to meet the priesthood, certainly,' Silus said. 'For many nights now I have been dreaming of Kerberos. I would have dismissed these dreams as nothing but fantasies, but they've come to me night after night.'
'But dreams don't necessarily mean anything do they?' Katya said. 'I mean, we all have them.'
'Yes, but it's almost as though Kerberos itself is trying to tell me something.'
'Oh, here we go,' Jacquinto laughed. 'Apparently, fish boy here is the chosen one.'
'No, don't mock,' Win said. 'Visions are just one of the ways the Allfather communicates with us. Perhaps a visit to the temple would not be such a bad idea after all.'
'If you think it will help I have no objections. Unless — ' Silus looked over at Katya.
'No, it's fine. Go.'
Win nodded. 'Good. We'll finish our meal, then if you and Kelos would care to accompany me, I'm sure the priests will be happy to talk to you.'
As they ascended the terraces to the Temple of the Allfather, the sky began to open up around them once more. Silus was glad to feel the warmth of the sun on his skin again. The cheer that it brought, however, was
