'Fail to act!' Erix held her voice low, but her delight became sudden fury that struck the smug couatl like a blow in the face.' Who has failed to act? Where have you been since you disappeared in Payit? What do you mean coming here now, on the very night portrayed in my dream, and telling me I have failed to act?' She gestured at Alvarro's corpse, still warm beside her. 'Why couldn't you have come an hour ago? Or a tenday ago?'
'That is enough,' said Chitikas, with a trace of his old haughtiness. 'Let us act now.'
'What do you propose?' Erix, her anger not forgotten, regarded the feathered serpent suspiciously.
The sunlight, streaming in from the west, began to fade. Erixitl pictured the full moon, cresting the horizon to the east.
'Perhaps we should go to the roof.' The way Chitikas phrased the words, it sounded almost like a question.
'You must tell them to disperse!' Cordell barked. Darien immediately translated, and Naltecona looked at the general with an expression of utmost fatigue.
'You ask the impossible. Can you not see that they have been summoned by a higher command than my own? You yourselves have robbed my voice of the authority it once had. They will not listen to me.'
'Do you want to avoid a war?' demanded Cordell, his voice dropping to a menacing snarl. 'Or do you want us to unleash our powers against your city?'
Naltecona sighed, a heartbreaking sound. 'The unleashing of power is something neither I nor you can any longer control. No, I do not wish to see this war. My dreams have shown me the inevitable result — a disaster for all.'
'Then speak to them, Helm curse you!' Cordell snapped the words and then whirled away, struggling to regain his self-control. The Revered Counselor was a proud man, he knew, and one could push a proud man just so far.
Surprisingly, however, Naltecona started for the edge of the roof overlooking the plaza below. He stopped, clearly visible to all the warriors on this, the eastern side of the palace. Though the sun had set, the full moon before him rose into a sky still blue with the fading light of dusk. Naltecona's voice, when he spoke, thrummed with the vibrant power of rulership.
'Hear me, my people!' A dull silence settled over the assembled masses of warriors, extending slowly, like a ripple across a pond, to the far limits of the plaza.
My heart knows the pain you feel, and my soul understands the needs of honor! But this is a time when we must swallow our pain. As for honor, my own allows me to dwell here, as the guest of the foreigners. Does that not prove that we are not dishonored?'
A rumble of displeasure rose from the Nexalans. Below them, next to the palace wall, the Kultakans nervously fingered their weapons.
'I must ask you to to show patience — more patience even than you have shown already. I understand the difficulty of restraint.'
Howls of indignation, shrieks, and whistles of anger, all these sounds erupted from the multitude of warriors and priests gathered below. Upon many, Naltecona saw the gleaming red scar of the Viperhand. The cult seemed to lead the way, but the counselor knew that all Nexal stood prepared to follow.
'I have seen the future! If we follow the path of war, only disaster can follow — disaster such as our fathers could not have imagined!' Naltecona's voice grew strident as he strived to make himself understood. 'My people, listen to me!'
But by now it was already too late.
Full darkness settled over the room before the sinuous body of Chitikas Couatl encircled Erixitl. The feathered snake drove his wings with that same leisurely beat. Yet somehow, without visible effort, he propelled himself faster and faster, his rainbow-hued form blurring into a ring of color around her. Sudden light flashed, very bright, in the room.
In the next instant, Erix stood upon the roof of the palace, still encircled by the whirling Chitikas. The Cloak of One Plume billowed outward. The snake quickly floated to a stop, coiled in the air beside her, but she had already forgotten him.
Instead, her eyes locked onto the scene before her — the exact image of her dream!
Nahecona stood at the edge of the flat roof, against the rim of wall, perhaps two feet high, that encircled this portion of the palace. The peak of thatch towered behind her, sheltering Chitikas and Erixitl in its shadow.
The rest of the area, of course, stood clearly illuminated in the pale wash of the just-risen full moon. Cordell, Darien, the Bishou, and the dwarven captain, Daggrande, stood around the Revered Counselor in a loose semicircle. Beyond them, filling the plaza like a thick carpet of humanity, seethed the warrior mass of the Nexala.
Erixitl stared as cold, inexorable fear gripped her soul. She felt as though she was observing a play on a stage, a performance aloof and detached from her involvement. She could do nothing as events unfolded.
Then she shook her head, her black hair floating tike a cloud around her. She had been brought here for a purpose, she knew. In her determination to act, she had overlooked a thing she had learned before.
The purposes of Chitikas Couatl were not given easily to understand.
'Push! The cursed thing has to open!' urged Halloran, below Poshtli on the narrow ladder.
'I–I can't move it' gasped the warrior, slumping away from the tightly shut trap door above them.
'Let me try!' Hal squeezed to the side as Poshtli dropped several rungs to allow his companion to reach the top.
Hal feared for the destruction of this land, for he believed implicitly in Erixitl's premonition. But mostly he drove himself forward because of fear for her and bitter hatred for those who imprisoned her and threatened all his hopes. He had to reach her!
Feathermagic pulsed around his wrist. His fist crashed upward, and the trap door cracked in two, each piece flying back from the opening. He sprang through the opening, drawing Helmstooth in the same motion, not knowing whether they had reached a palace chamber, courtyard, or garden.
Or roof. He looked around at a broad, flat expanse. He saw a group of legionnaires some distance away and heard a vague rumbling from the vast square around them. The sound had apparently masked the noise of his emergence from the soldiers, for none of the men-at-arms turned toward him. Swiftly Poshtli, and then Shatil, climbed from the trap door.
They were on the roof of a palace, Hal saw the palace of Nahecona's father, Axalt. They hadn't wandered as far as Hal had feared during their subterranean explorations. He saw the Revered Counselor, apparently addressing the unruly gathering below. Slowly, with shocking awareness, he took in the huge numbers of warriors gathered across the plaza.
'There must be a hundred thousand of them!' he breathed in awe.
'More,' Poshtli said quietly, his trained warrior's eye assessing the throng.
'Where is my sister?' Shatil wondered, looking quickly around.
Crouching where they stood, the moon casting their shadows long across the roof, they searched the area with their eyes. They saw dozens of legionnaires and their captains, together with the wizard and the Bishou. All stared at the drama before them, sensing Naltecona's failure to appease the crowd. Most of the roof lay exposed to the cool moonlight, though the thatched peaks left a few areas of deep shadow.
'She's not here,' Halloran said nearing despair.
'Look!' Poshtli whispered, pointing to the crowd below. They saw the Nexalans surging angrily toward the palace, a stormy sea of humanity around their perilous island. Yet the warriors did not attack. 'Erixitl's dream — the death of Naltecona among the legion! It could happen now!'
Hal shook his head. 'I can't believe Cordell would have him killed. Not now, not like this. Naltecona is the only thing holding them at bay.'
'Hey! You over there!'
The harsh bark of a sentry told them that they had been discovered. Halloran whirled to see several crossbowmen, their heavy weapons menacing, advancing from the opposite portion of the roof.
'It's Halloran!' shouted one of the sentries. Instantly the attention of the captains turned toward the trio,
