then pointed his chin at the altar.
'Put it back,' Atreus said, feeling Seema's chin grow slick with his blood. 'Sune didn't send me here to steal the fountain or anything else.'
Rishi's eyes hardened and he demanded, 'Do you never think of anyone beyond yourself?' He glanced back toward the alabaster altar. 'I am sure that any two of those treasures would make me the wealthiest bahrana in the Five Kingdoms!'
'I'm tired of telling you.' Atreus caught Yago's eye, swung his chin toward the Mar, and said, 'Feel free to break an arm if he doesn't give it to you.'
Instead of rushing to obey, the ogre asked, 'You sure about that?'
'What?' Atreus gasped, astonished by Yago's disobedience. 'You can't be with him!'
Yago scowled, clearly insulted. ' 'Course not!' he said. 'I'm just trying to figure out why you want to stay ugly for the rest of your life.' The ogre glanced at Rishi and added, 'He's right about Sune. You know he is. I didn't come all this way to see you go home empty-handed.'
Atreus fell silent, weighing the ogre's opinion and hating himself for it. To even consider the possibility that Sune had sent him after the cup was a betrayal of Seema's love, yet the way she continued to struggle in his arms made it clear that she believed he had already forsaken her. He glanced down and noticed his blood drops falling into the stream of sparkling water and turning into little beads of gold. Everyone but him, it seemed, knew exactly what the goddess expected.
'On my heart,' Atreus growled. 'How I wish I could stay.'
'But the Sannyasi will not permit it, and so he deserves what he shall receive.' Rishi smirked, then started back up the dais. 'Come along, Yago, and help me retrieve the rest of the treasure.'
'No,' Atreus said, closing his eyes. 'Don't do it.'
Seema stopped struggling, astonished, and Rishi spun on his heel, spraying her and Atreus with a stream of shining water.
'What?' the Mar demanded.
Atreus opened his eyes again. 'We came to fill the vial.' He pointed his chin toward the cup. 'Put it back.'
Rishi glared at Seema icily, clearly blaming her for the loss of his fortune. A crafty gleam came to his eye.
'You are very clever, good sir. If the water loses its sparkle again, we can always return for the cup in the morning. But how will you pay me with all your gold lost in the river? Even the clothes on your back are not your own.'
Seema tensed at Rishi's words, but she did not resume her struggle. Though even Atreus could not say what he would do if the water lost its sparkle again, he sensed that Seema hoped as much as he that he would not have to make the choice. He glanced in Yago's direction and nodded.
'Give me that!' Yago's gangling arm lashed out, ripping the cup from Rishi's hands and inadvertently turning it upside down.
It was as though the ogre had punched a hole in the bottom of a lake. A raging torrent of water poured from the mouth of the chalice, instantly sweeping the legs out from under Atreus and Rishi and sweeping them down the aisle.
Fearing the Mar would take advantage of the situation, Atreus released Seema and grabbed Rishi instead. They tumbled a dozen paces down the aisle, before Yago finally thought to right the cup. The torrent ended as swiftly as it began, depositing Atreus and his captive among the moldy-smelling rugs on a meditation platform.
'There is no need to crush me,' Rishi wheezed. 'You are the ugly one. If you do not want to steal the fountain, then I am as willing as you to leave it behind.'
'I'll believe that when we're back in the Five Kingdoms,' Atreus said.
He glanced up and saw Seema across the aisle, wiping the moldy remnants of a carpet off her cloak. The flood itself had spent its fury washing onto the meditation platforms and was slowly draining back into its main channel. Yago stood near the bottom of the dais, holding the cup upright and staring at its gem-studded rim as though he were clutching a live cobra. In this position, the fountain looked much the same as any other chalice. There was no water spilling over its rim and only a faint aura shining up from its interior.
Atreus dragged Rishi over to Yago's side, exchanging the indignant Mar for the platinum cup.
'Keep an eye on our thieving friend.'
'Why do you insist on insulting me, good sir?' Rishi protested. 'Did I not give you my word? I have completely forgotten the Fountain of Infinite Grace. If you cannot see that Langdarma has nothing to fear from me, then you are certainly the fool they took you for in Queen Rosalind's court!'
'I've been called worse than a fool.' Atreus glanced back at Seema, who was watching him with veiled emotions, and added, 'Perhaps rightfully so.'
Atreus climbed the dais and laid the cup on the alabaster altar, restarting the flow of shining water. Though he had reached the end of his quest, he experienced no exultation or relief, only a queasy sort of guilt that made him feel hollow and cold inside. He removed the empty vial from his cloak and held it beneath the falling water and, as the flow spilled over his fingers, took no joy in the sweet tickle of its magic.
When the vial was full, Atreus corked it, carefully wrapped it inside a cushioning rag, and began to descend the dais.
'Ain't you gonna take a drink?' asked Yago, oblivious to Atreus's remorseful mood. 'I'd kinda like to see you handsome.'
'Yes, drink,' sneered Seema. 'If the magic here is as potent as you hope, you will be handsome forever.'
Stung by the sarcasm in her voice, Atreus started to decline, then realized she was right. Whether the magic lasted or not, he stood to lose nothing by drinking, and it just might be what Sune had intended all along. Anything as worth a try, if it meant avoiding the decision of whether or not to steal the fountain.
Atreus knelt beside the altar, then opened his mouth under the cup and let the shining water pour down his throat. He experienced the same airy giddiness as before, save that it was a hundred times as strong, so strong that he felt its radiance shining inside every part of his body, filling him from head to toe with a sweet burning he swore would turn him to smoke.
A terrible thought occurred to Atreus then, and he turned to see if he could read any sign of betrayal in Seema's face. She grimaced and looked away in disappointment, but Yago smiled broadly.
'Now, if that ain't a wonderful sight!' said the ogre. 'I wish they could see you back in the Church of Beauty!'
'Yes, he is as handsome as a prince,' drolled Rishi. The Mar twisted around to look up at Yago. 'Now, perhaps we should turn our concerns to the real danger in our midst. Seema certainly knows whether or not the magic will last, and even as we speak, she is most likely plotting to set the Dweller upon us.'
'Rishi, how can you say such a thing?' Seema asked. She appeared more amused than affronted. 'Even if the Dweller were mine to control, to do such a thing would be to kill… and you know I would never kill, not even to protect Langdarma.'
CHAPTER 17
Atreus stood with his companions at the temple exit, staring down the granite stairs into the cloudy brilliance below. The Dweller was still down there, calmly sloshing through the Pool of Gems with its long tentacles. Though the dam had obviously survived Yago's flood, there was no telling what the monster had made of the change in flow or if it had noticed at all. Atreus suspected it had. As alien as the creature was, it struck him as anything but stupid.
'Are you worried the Dweller will sense your guilty conscience?' Seema asked.
'My conscience is clear,' Atreus replied. 'I have taken nothing but water.'
'Today, but what of tomorrow?' Seema said as she stepped around Atreus and started down the stairs.
