Ellcrys. When the year began, there were seven. Six are dead. Amberle Elessedil is your last hope.»
Arion leaped up. «She is no hope! She is no longer a Chosen!» The Elven Prince’s voice was hard and bitter. Kael Pindanon nodded in agreement, distaste showing on his seamed face.
Allanon came forward a step. «You would question whether she is still a Chosen?» The faint, mocking smile passed quickly across his lips. «Know then that she questions this as well. But I have told her, and I have told her grandfather, and now I tell you, that no feelings in this, neither yours nor hers, will determine the truth of what she is. Your feelings are not of any consequence. King’s grandchild or outcast from her people — what matter, Elven Prince? Your concern should be with the survival of your people — your people and the peoples of all the Lands, for this danger threatens them as well. If Amberle can be of service to you and to them, then what has gone before must be forgotten.»
Arion stood his ground. «I will not forget. I will never forget.»
«What is it that you ask of us?» Emer Chios interrupted quickly, and Arion sat down once more.
Allanon turned to face the First Minister. «Just this. Neither you nor I nor Amberle herself has the right to determine whether she is still a Chosen. Only the Ellcrys has that right, for it was the Ellcrys who determined that she should be a Chosen in the first place. Therefore we must know the tree’s feelings. Let Amberle go before the Ellcrys; let the Ellcrys decide whether to accept, or reject her. If she is accepted as a Chosen, she will be given a seed and she will go in search of the Bloodfire.»
«And if she is rejected?»
«Then we had best hope that Commander Pindanon’s faith in the Elven army is well placed.»
Arion rose once more, ignoring the warning glance his father gave him.
«You ask too much of us, Druid. You ask that we place our trust in one who has already proven untrustworthy.»
Allanon’s voice was steady. «I ask that you place your trust in the Ellcrys, much, as you have done for countless centuries. Let the decision be hers.»
Arion shook his head. «No, I sense a game being played here, Druid. The tree speaks to no one; she will not speak to this girl.» His angry gaze shifted to Amberle. «If the girl would have us trust her, let her tell us why she left Arborlon in the first place. Let her tell us why she disgraced herself and her family.» Allanon seemed to consider the request for a moment, then finally looked down at the Elven girl beside him. Amberle’s face was white.
«I did not mean to bring disgrace to anyone,” she replied quietly. «I did what I felt I had to do.»
«You disgraced us!» Arion exploded. «You are my brother’s child, and I loved my brother very much. I would like to understand what you did, but I do not. What you did brought shame to your family — to all of us. It brought shame to the memory of your father. No Chosen has ever rejected the honor of serving. None! But you, you discarded the honor as if it meant nothing!»
Amberle was rigid. «I was not meant to be a Chosen, Arion. It was a mistake. I tried to serve as did the others, but I could not. I know it was expected of me, but could not do it.»
«Could not do it?» Arion came forward threateningly. «Why? I want to know why. This is your chance to explain — now do so!»
«I cannot!» she answered in a tight whisper. «I cannot. I could not make you understand, not if I wished, not if…» She looked imploringly at Allanon. «Why did you bring me back, Druid? This is senseless. They do not wish me here. I do not want to be here. I am frightened, do you understand? Let me return home.»
«You are home,” the Druid answered gently, a sadness in his voice that had not been there before. He looked over at Arion. «Your questions are pointless, Elven Prince. Give thought to the purpose for those questions. Give thought to their source. Hurt gives way to bitterness, bitterness to anger. Travel too far that road and the way is lost.»
He paused, dark eyes fixing those of the Elven Council. «I do not pretend to understand what caused this girl to leave her people. I do not pretend to understand what caused her to choose a life different from that which was offered her in Arborlon. It is not my place to judge her, nor is it yours. What has gone before is done. She has shown courage and resolve in making the journey back to Arborlon. The Demons have learned of her; they have hunted her. They hunt her still. She has endured hardship and risked danger in returning. Should that have been for nothing?»
At the mention of danger to Amberle, alarm flickered briefly in Eventine’s eyes. Ander saw it; it was there and then quickly gone.
«You might have taken this girl before the Ellcrys without consulting us,” Emer Chios pointed out suddenly. «Why didn’t you?»
«Amberle did not wish to return to Arborlon,” Allanon responded. «She came because I persuaded her that it was necessary, that she must help her people if she could. Still, she should not be forced to come in secrecy and stealth, but openly. If she is to go before the Ellcrys, it should be with your approval.»
His arm slipped about her slender shoulders. She glanced up at him, surprise reflected in her child’s face.
«You must make your choice.» The Druid’s face was impassive. «Which of you will stand beside her, Elven Lords?»
The chamber grew still. Elves and Druid stared wordlessly at one another, eyes locked. All but forgotten by now, the second cloaked form shifted nervously at the far end of the table. The seconds slipped away. No one rose.
Then suddenly Ander Elessedil found Allanon looking directly at him. Something unspoken passed between them, an understanding almost. In that instant Ander knew what he must do.
Slowly he came to his feet.
«Ander!» he heard his brother protest.
He glanced quickly at Arion’s dark face, saw the warning mirrored in the other’s hard eyes, then looked away again. Wordlessly, he moved around the table until he stood before Amberle. She stared up at him, frightened, like a wild thing poised to flee.‘ Gently he took hold of her shoulders and bent to kiss her forehead. There were tears in her eyes as she hugged him back.
Emer Chios rose. «I do not see that there should be any difficulty in making this decision, my Lords,” he addressed them. «Whatever, options we may have, we should certainly take advantage of them.»
He stepped over to join Ander.
Crispin glanced briefly at Eventine. The King sat rigid, his face expressionless as he met his Captain’s eyes. Crispin stood up and crossed to stand beside Ander.
The Council had divided evenly. Three stood with Amberle; three remained seated at the table. Eventine looked at Arion. The Crown Prince of the Elves met his father’s gaze squarely, then turned his bitter eyes on Ander.
«I am not the fool that my brother is. I say no.»
The King looked at Pindanon. The old soldier’s face was hard.
«My trust is in the Elven Army, not this child.» Then he seemed to hesitate. «She is your flesh and blood. My vote will be — as yours, my King. Cast it well.»
All eyes fixed now on Eventine. For an instant he did not seem to have heard. He sat staring at the table before him, a look of sadness and resignation on his face. His hands slid slowly across the polished wooden surface, then locked tightly.
He came to his feet.
«It is decided then. Amberle shall go before the Ellcrys. This Council is adjourned.»
Arion Elessedil rose, cast a withering glance at Ander, and stalked from the High Council without a word.
Within the concealing shadow of his cowl, Wil Ohmsford saw the pain and disbelief mirrored in Ander Elessedil’s eyes as he stared after his brother. A breach had been opened between these two that would not quickly be closed again. Then the Elven Prince’s gaze shifted suddenly to meet his own, and he looked away self– consciously.
Allanon was speaking again, advising those who remained that Amberle would rest a day or two before going to the Ellcrys and that after she had done so they would meet once more. Wil rose, keeping his robes drawn close about him, for Allanon had warned that he was not to reveal himself. The chamber began to empty, and he moved over to stand with Amberle. He saw Ander Elessedil cast a glance back at them, hesitate, then follow the others
