Despite the tempest, Clayre was resting peacefully when the Lady Lottyr came to her.
But as soon as the Queen Witch sensed the goddess's presence she bolted up from her pallet.
'Is everything all right?' she asked.
And Lottyr said, 'All is ready, my dearest one. I've only come to you to make assurances.'
'What of my son?' Clayre asked. 'Are we ready for him as well?'
Lottyr replied, 'It's just as we planned, Clayre. At the dawn, when the first enemy arrows fall, your son will die.'
Reassured, Clayre smiled. 'It'll be good to be rid of him,' she said. 'He always was just like his father.'
Despite his demon strength and speed, Palimak was no match for the infuriated Leiria.
He jumped in front of her to stop her charge against Iraj/Safar, but she only ghosted to the side and kicked his legs from under him.
Worse still, Jooli was on Leiria's heels, her own sword in hand to back up her friend. But Palimak snagged out a hand, demon claws scything out, and caught her by the ankle to bring her painfully down.
None of this mattered. The instant Leiria came within striking distance, she fed all of her hate for Iraj into the sword blow she struck.
Except, in mid cut, she saw that it was Safar she was also about to kill. One part of her wanted to halt the deadly blow. The other demanded that she ram her blade through Iraj's guts.
Between Palimak's feeble intervention and Leiria's hair's-breadth hesitation, Iraj stepped in, taking full command of Safar's body.
Safar almost used his own powers to slow Iraj down, but then he realized Iraj was only using his half-empty brandy goblet for a weapon and released all of his physical energy.
In that moment of hesitation he had three questions that were answered swiftly.
The first was the question of his own survival. If Leiria killed Iraj, Safar would die as well. However, that was of little importance to him. After all he'd experienced and all the people he believed he'd made suffer, death would be welcome. He ached for Leiria's slashing blade as a release from his guilt.
The second was that if Leiria succeeded the whole world was doomed. Except now Safar found himself beyond worlds and the fate of all living things. Let it happen, he thought. We deserve whatever comes!
The third cause of hesitation was that Leiria would never be able to forgive herself for what she'd done.
Safar thought, She loves me! And then he thought, by all that is holy, I love her too!
And so Safar let Iraj have his will.
The killing sword came in and Iraj, moving like lightning, stepped lightly into its sweeping arc, crashing the brandy goblet against the blade.
The goblet shattered, the sword went to the side, but all this was nothing to Leiria. She only shifted her grip, so that both her hands were on the sword's haft. Then she swung with power enough to cut a stone column in half.
But Iraj only continued his forward motion, stepping within the blade's path and grabbing Leiria by the throat with immensely strong fingers.
He squeezed and brought her choking to her knees.
'I am the only mortal-man, woman or demon-who can best you in a fight,' Iraj said to her in his own voice. 'Now, please remain quite still while I explain my intentions.'
Leiria's answer was to drop her sword and draw her knife, thrusting it at his exposed belly.
With his free hand Iraj caught her attacking wrist, putting so much pressure on it that she had to let it fall.
Then he maintained the pressure there, just at the bone-breaking point.
And Iraj said, 'Leiria, I love you more than I have ever loved another.' Then he laughed bitterly. 'That's not saying much, as I'm sure you understand. But I beg you, not because of my love but because of Safar's, to hear us
Leiria, face purpling from the grip Iraj had on her, nodded. And both Safar and Iraj understood she was making a promise.
Iraj released her and she fell back. And he said for all to hear, 'Speak to them, Safar. Tell them what we have planned.'
Then he relinquished all control over his brother/enemy and Safar found himself standing in his own body again, while Iraj curled up into the spirit nest he'd vacated.
But as before, Safar was quite blind. He knelt down beside Leiria, guided by her perfume. He reached out to touch her face. She flinched, but then relented as his blindness became apparent.
'Is it really you, Safar?' she asked, voice tremulous.
'I swear it is, Leiria,' he replied. 'And if you don't believe me, think back to the last time we saw each other in Esmir. Do you recall how we parted?'
Leiria nodded, then remembered that he could not see. And she said, quite softly, 'Yes.'
'I told you then that I planned to get Iraj's help to stop the machine in Caluz,' he said. 'Isn't that right?'
'I thought you were making a dark-humored joke,' Leiria said as the memory of that sad day came flooding back. 'I thought you were just sacrificing yourself to save us.'
'As you know now,' Safar said, 'I did win Iraj's help. Although it was against his will. Well, only partly so. He wanted desperately to break the shapechanger's spell and escape Kalasariz and Fari and Luka.
And I gave him the means to do that.'
'Is that how he ended up in your body?' Leiria asked.
'It's not so simple as that,' Safar said, 'but it's close enough. The main thing is, I didn't realize then that I truly did need Iraj's help. Not just to stop the machine in Caluz, but to end what is happening here.'
'But how did he end up controlling you instead?' Leiria asked.
'I let him,' Safar said. 'We both need eyes to do our work. And he can give us sight.' He smiled. 'Of course, being Iraj, there were lies involved. And betrayal.'
'And you're going to let him take over your body again, aren't you?' Leiria said.
'Yes,' Safar replied. 'I have no other choice. To awaken the gods and end this misery, Iraj and I must enter the hells and face Lady Lottyr. And we'll need eyes to do that.'
Then he embraced her and kissed her, murmuring words of love. Leiria wasn't certain whether he meant them, or was only trying to comfort her.
Finally, Safar rose to his feet. Palimak came to him, hugging him fiercely.
'Isn't there something I can do, father?' he asked, tears welling up.
'If you mean about Iraj,' Safar said, 'there's nothing you can do. But he and I will need every scrap of your strength to face the coming day.'
Then he pushed Palimak gently away. He waved blindly to Coralean, Biner, Arlain and the others. And gave them a crooked smile.
'I won't say goodbye, dear friends,' he said. 'Because I'll be close to you until the end. I only ask that you trust me. And you must trust Iraj as well.'
Everyone was weeping, but they all murmured that they would do as he said.
Then Safar opened the gates to Iraj, who once again assumed control. Iraj/Safar blinked his eyes as sight returned and light flooded in.
'Now it's my turn to address you all,' Iraj said in his own voice. A voice that made them all shiver. 'And the first thing I have to say is this:
'In the morning we'll have not one, but two battles to fight!'
Part Five
