Her choice of words gave him a surge of hope. 'What about the gods?' he asked. 'Can they tell us where it is?'
We have petitioned both Ubtao and Thard Harr. They do not know its location.
'What now?' Arvin asked.
We rest and gather strength. And wait.
'Here?' Arvin said. He glanced up at the sky. 'What if Sibyl returns?'
She won't, not for some time. She was even more grievously wounded than I.
'She's not dead?' Arvin said. Part of him felt disappointed by the news, but another, larger part of him was glad. He wanted to be the one to kill Sibyl. To exact revenge for what she had done to Naulg, and for what her marilith had done to Karrell. He shrugged off his pack and set it on the ledge by his feet. 'What, exactly, are we waiting for?' he asked.
You already know the answer to that question. We await a dream that Sseth will send to the yuan-ti. When it comes, we must act swiftly.
Arvin snapped his fingers. 'The dream will provide the location of the door, won't it?' he said. 'Then
all we have to do is beat the Dmetrio-seed to it and lay an ambush.'
Yes.
'A good plan, except for one thing,' Arvin said. Feeling a little foolish-surely he was pointing out the obvious-he made a gesture that included Ts'ikil, Pakal and himself. 'None of us is yuan-ti.' He hesitated, looking at the couatl's serpent body. 'Are we?'
Laughter trilled into his mind. Not me, Ts'ikil said. You.
Arvin blinked. 'You think I'm yuan-ti?' he asked. He shook his head. 'I'm human.'
Yuan-ti blood flows in your veins.
Arvin snorted. 'Why do you think that?' That should be obvious,
'Well it isn't-and I'm not yuan-ti,' Arvin said, 'unless the potion the Pox forced me to drink left some lingering traces.' He stared at Ts'ikil. 'You know what I'm talking about, right? You saw that in my memories?'
The couatl nodded.
'That potion was purged from my body a year ago,' Arvin continued. 'Zelia neutralized it the night she found me in the sewers.'
I was not referring to the potion.
Arvin thought a moment. 'Ah. You mean the mind seed. It was purged, too, but a little of Zelia's knowledge still remains. Gemstones, for example. I know their value, both in coin and as raw material for constructing dorjes and power stones.' He realized he was babbling, but oouldn't stop himself. 'Is that what you mean? Will my having been seeded a year ago enable me to receive Sseth's dream-message when it comes?'
Despite the couatl's frail condition, there was a twinkle in her eye. I thought I spoke plainly, but I see that you haven't understood, she said. Once again: there is yuan-ti blood in your veins.
She stared at his injured hand. 'This?' Arvin asked, raising it. 'Are you trying to say that the viper that bit me-Juz'la's pet-was a yuan-ti?'
The couatl sighed aloud. Don't you wonder why its venom didn't kill you?
'I got lucky,' Arvin said, touching the crystal at his throat. 'Tymora be thanked.'
The viper was one of the most deadly in the Black Jungle. You have a slrong resistance to snake venom.
'So?' Arvin was starting to get irritated by Ts'ikil's persistence.
Such a strong natural resistance is typically found only in those humans who are part yuan-ti.
'My mother was human!' Arvin said, his temper making his words louder than he'd intended.
And your father?
Arvin balled his fists. His father had been a bard named Salim. Arvin's mother had described him as a gifted singer whose voice could still a tavern full of boisterous drunks to rapt silence. That was where Arvin's mother had met Salim: in a tavern in Hlondeth, one she'd stopped at in the course of her wanderings. He wasn't a psion like her, or even an adventurer, but she fell deeply in love with him. They remained together only for a handful of ten- days, but in that time they conceived a child. Then, one night, a vision had come to Arvin's mother in a dream: Salim, drowning, dragging Arvin's mother down with him.
Salim had been planning a voyage to Reth to sing at the gladiatorial games. It was an important commission-one not to be refused if he wanted other business to follow. He had already asked Arvin's mother to accompany him. He refused to believe that her dream was a premonition, but he had not known her long enough to know the extent of her powers. She had already made her dislike of gladiatorial games
known, so Salim thought she was simply refusing to accompany him. He boarded a ship bound for Reth and drowned along with everyone else on board, just as she had foretold, when it sank in the stormy waters of the Vilhon Reach. Had Arvin's mother gone with him, she too would have drowned, and Arvin-still in her womb-would never have been born.
That was the extent of what Arvin's mother had told him about his father. She had described Salim as tall and agile, with dark brown hair and eyes, just like Arvin's. She'd never mentioned scales, slit pupils, or any other hint that there might have been yuan-ti in his blood.
Arvin didn't believe that his mother would have lied to him, but what if she herself hadn't known Salim wasn't fully human? What if Arvin really did have a trace of yuan-ti in his ancestry?
Impossible, he told himself. He had been inspected by Gonthril, leader of the rebels of Hlondeth, and pronounced wholly human. Humans with yuan-ti ancestry always had a hint of serpent about them, like the scales that freckled Karrell's breasts. If Arvin's father had been part yuan-ti, surely his mother would have noticed something.
Then again, perhaps she had. Maybe it hadn't mattered to her enough to mention it.
Why does the idea of having a yuan-ti heritage frighten you?
'It doesn't,' Arvin snapped, 'and get out of my head.'
He felt the couatl's awareness slide away.
The intense heat of the jungle had made Arvin sticky with sweat. He stalked over to the lip of the ledge, kneeled, and pulled off what remained of his shirt. He splashed river water on his face and chest. It cooled him but didn't help him to feel any cleaner. He dunked the top of his head into the water, letting
it soak his hair, then flipped his hair back. It still didn't help.
He didn't wanl to be part yuan-ti-he'd only recently gotten used to the idea that his children would be part serpent. He'd learned, by falling in love with Karrell, that not all yuan-ti were cruel and cold, but growing up in Hlondeth had taught him to be wary of the race. Yuan-ti were the masters, and humans were slaves and servants. Inferiors. Yet humans, despite being downtrodden, had a fierce pride. They knew they were better than yuan-ti. Less arrogant, less vicious, on the whole. Yuan-ti rarely laughed or cried and certainly never caroused or howled with grief. They were incapable of the depths of joy and sorrow that humans felt. They were emotionally detached.
Just as Arvin himself was.
The realization hit him like an ice-cold blast of wind. He sat, utterly motionless, water dripping onto his shoulders from his wet hair. Aside from the feelings Karrell stirred in him, when was the last time he'd been utterly passionate about something? He could count the number of true friends he'd had in his life on one hand. If he was brutally honest, they narrowed down to just one: Naulg, who had defended him at the orphanage when they were both just boys. After Arvin had escaped from the Pox, he'd set about trying to rescue Naulg and had eventually succeeded-but just a little too late to save his friend's life. If Arvin had been a little more zealous in his efforts, a little more passionate about his friend's welfare, might Naulg have survived? Was a lack of strong emotion the reason why Arvin had been so reluctant to take up the worship of Hoar, god of vengeance, as the cleric Nicco had urged?
Was Arvin, indeed, as cold-blooded and dispassionate as any full-blooded yuan-ti?
No, he told himself sternly. He wasn't. There was Karrell. He loved her. The need to rescue her burned in him, not just to rescue her, but to save the children he'd fathered. They mattered to him.
The fact remained that he was part yuan-ti. He couldn't deny it any longer, even to himself. It explained so much: why it felt so natural to morph into a flying snake, why his psionics were so powerful. Yuan-ti had a number of inborn magical abilities that mimicked psionic powers. Their ability to charm humans, for example. That was one of the first powers Arvin had learned. It had just come naturally to him.
