Rhapsody, Child of Blood (60 page)

The Rakshas's voice was warm and rich as honey. "Look, I may not be the most acute thinker, but even I can count. There were three of them, a woman and two men, I think, though I only got a glimpse of one close up. Ugly as sin. They drove us out of the House, took down my troops around me. And at least one of them seemed to have as much control over fire as I do."

'Impossible."

The Rakshas shrugged. "Suit yourself."

'Where are these three now?"

'Couldn't say exactly." The Rakshas stretched out, hands behind his head. "They were headed east last time I knew, towards the Krevensfield Plain."

'Canrif." The word was a whispered hiss. Gittleson, in his corner, shuddered at the sound. "They're heading to Canrif."

'Perhaps."

The red-rimmed eyes turned suddenly, fixing their gaze on Gittleson. He could feel the blood drain from his face.

'Gittleson, I may have need of your services shortly."

C,'hey sat in silence for a long time, listening to the wind in the distance, watching the darkening sky. Finally Achmed looked at Rhapsody. Her face was calm, but concern resonated in her eyes.

'Can you play that new instrument enough to have it cover the vibrations of what we are saying, so that they don't get onto the wind?"

She nodded and pulled out the physician's harp, loosing the ties that had held it under her robes. With a gentle tug she pulled off the soft cloth cover and ran her fingers over the strings.

'Any particular song?" she asked.

He shook his head. "Just something to distract the wind, keep it from carrying what we have to say anywhere else."

Rhapsody thought for a moment, then began to pluck out a tune, abstract and discordant. It had very little tonal variation or melody, and no obvious repeating pattern. She played for a few moments, then set the harp on the log next to her.

"Samoht" she said.

Achmed smiled wryly as the small harp began to play, repeating the unpleasant song. She had no idea how ironic her action was.

He caught her glance again and held it for a long moment. There was anticipation in her eyes, and trust, something he had rarely seen. And none of the revulsion he frequently did.

'Tell me the stories of the Ancient Lores, as much as you know."

Rhapsody blinked. "What do you mean?"

'We heard a little of the story of the birth of the world today."

'Yes."

'I want you to forget what that imbecile ordinate told you for a moment, and think back to what you learned from your mentor when you were studying. Those were undoubtedly the purest of conditions under which to learn lore, so he was probably the most reliable source we have."

'Yes." A tinge of confusion was beginning to gleam in her eyes.

'What is the story, as you know it? Tell me, as a Namer, Rhapsody. Do the most credible job you can. Believe me, nothing you have ever done in your profession has been more important, has been more critical to be done correctly, than what you are about to tell me."

'About the birth of the elements?"

'Yes." Achmed sat back in the dark, leaning against one of the shelter's slender trees.

'It's in Ancient Serenne, a language I don't speak well. I had to translate it from a lore scroll, so though the language might not be exact, the lore itself is."

'Do the best you can."

She took a deep breath, clearing her mind, and concentrated on the moment in her memory when she had learned the tales he wanted her to impart. When she had a firm fix on them, she began.

'In ancient days, in the Before-Time, the five elements were born. They came into being as the paints of He-Who-Created-the-Universe, the tools with which the cosmos was made. They are sometimes called the Children of the All-God, or the Five Gifts, because they were what He chose to create first."

She looked at Achmed, who was still leaning back, listening with his eyes closed. He nodded for her to continue.

'The first element to come into existence was ether, the matter which makes up the stars. It was believed to hold the very essence of time, of life, of power, of what some called magic. Ether existed before the birth of the world, and therefore contained the secrets of power that preceded worldly knowledge.

'The second element to be born was fire, and it was in the origination of this element that the world became an entity separate from the rest of the universe.

'The mythos says that the Earth itself was a piece of a star that had broken away and streaked across the black void, coming to rest in its orbit around the sun that was its mother. Fire burned on its surface, finally cooling in the absence of ethereal fuel and subsiding into the core of the world. But the fire was not satisfied being relegated to the darkness inside the world, and repeatedly attempted to escape through eruptions of volcanic lava."

Achmed smiled broadly, but did not open his eyes. "You'll notice our friend the priest left that little part of the mythos out."

Rhapsody's eyes kindled dark green in annoyance. "Shall I continue?"

'Yes."

'Then shut up; it's hard enough to concentrate on a translation from an ancient language. As the fire receded, the world was left covered with water, the next element in the mythos to be born. In water there was balance; it could be both destructive and healing.

'With the cooling of the world's surface in water came strong winds, so air is accorded the next rank in the order of the elements.

'As the wind swept the surface of the globe, blowing back the water, earth was revealed.

'This last, youngest element had none of the speed and elu-siveness of the earlier ones, but was strong and steadfast, and in that enduring strength was its power. Just as the stars were the keepers of the knowledge and wisdom of the Before-Time, the era prior to the birth of the world, the Earth was the repository of all the knowledge of its history and its present." She took a deep breath.

'There. Now you know what I know."

Achmed chuckled. "Actually, I know a good deal more than you know, but that will come in a moment." He opened his eyes and leaned forward.

'Do you know anything about the Firstborn?" he asked.

Rhapsody hesitated. Achmed did have access to knowledge that only the great Namers should have.

'A little," she admitted reluctantly. "The Ancient Lores are one of the last things a Namer learns, Achmed. I had only begun to study them when Heiles disappeared."

He sat forward so quickly that she started and almost fell off the log.

'Think clearly. You need to remember that time as accurately as you can. What were you able to learn about the Firstborn before he vanished?"

'I'll just tell you what I remember, fragmented as it is. I know more about some than others. Long before the races of man, Lirin and human, Nain and the like, came to Serendair, there were older, primordial races of beings who sprang from the elements themselves, retaining some of the characteristics of those elements. These races were known as the Firstborn.

'The race born of ether was that of the Ancient Seren, tall,

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lithe people with golden skin and eyes. They were extremely long-lived and had an ageless, patient perspective; their tie to the matter of the stars attuned them to the rhythms of nature and of power.

'Their name, literally translated as star, was also given to the bright celestial object that was visible year-round over the Island. Serendair, literally star-land, was the place the race originated, and was therefore known as one of the five birthplaces of Time."

Achmed nodded. "What happened to the Ancient Seren?" "They died off over time, or went to live within the Earth during the racial wars of the Second Age."

'And what, about the races that came from the other elements? Do you know anything about them?"

Rhapsody swallowed, trying to remember the fragments of the lessons. "There were the Mythlin, the race descended from the element of water. That race lived within the seas that spanned the globe, almost indiscernible to human sight. Like the Ancient Seren race they held a long worldview, but generally were unconcerned with happenings outside their own domain.

'It was in Mythlin that humans were said to have their origin, that the human body was an evolutionary solidification of the salt water and translucent membranes that comprised the Mythlin physiology. This was offered as an explanation as to why men often felt drawn to the sea, and why human tears and blood are salty."

Achmed smirked. "Did you notice that Stephen thought Ab-bat Mythlinis meant Lord-God, King of the Sea, or something like that?"

Rhapsody laughed with him. "I was wondering if you were listening when he said that. I think it might have been Master of the Sea."

The face within the hood lost its smile. "You're about to see how dangerous the sloppy use of lore can be, Rhapsody. The Cymrians certainly have added their own beliefs, or polluted the originals, in many of their interpretations of the ancient stories."

'Everyone does, Achmed. Folktales and myths that get handed down over time change and evolve as they pass from one teller to another. That's why Singers and Namers exist; the science—well, perhaps it's more an art—was developed pre cisely to counter that tendency, to try and keep the history pure. To separate the lore from the folklore."

'And look how well it worked. Go on. What others do you know about?"

Rhapsody loosed the hastily tied ribbon and ran her fingers through the shining locks of her hair. "I know a bit about the Kith. They were the race believed to be born of the wind, beings with an innate knowledge of the currents of the air and the vibrations of the world. The Kith were people who looked to the sky for guidance. It is in their ancient teachings that the sciences of astronomy and meteorology have their basis.

'The Kith were the originators of music, and the forefathers of the Lirin race. The name Lirin comes from the Ancient Seren word for singer"

A look of amusement came into his eyes, evolving a moment later into something darker. "The Dhracians are descended of them as well. That's where we inherited our vibrational sensitivity."

Her face went blank. "Really? I didn't know that."

'How would you? Had you ever heard of Dhracians before we met?"

'No."

Achmed pulled his cloak closer around him as if cold. "There are a great many things that exist in the world that you don't know about, Rhapsody, that almost no one knows about," he said, his voice a little softer than it had been a moment before. "Just because no one knows about them doesn't mean they aren't there. And the Earth?"

'That primordial race was dragons, and we learned a little of their more modern lore, First and Second Age stuff, but nothing ancient."

Achmed nodded. "And now, the last. What about fire?"

She shook her head. "I only know what I heard today. You asked about Heiles. I'm fairly certain that this was the lesson we were about to study when he went away. He had laid out all the materials that he needed for the instruction. I know this, because I helped set it up the night before, just before I left him."

Achmed's glance grew cold and piercing. "What were they? Do you remember?"

Rhapsody shook her head. "Not really. A brazier of some kind, I think. Assorted herbs and roots, a few elixirs. He would have explained those to me during the lesson, but of course we didn't get that far. And there was the scroll. He had used it in the teaching of all the other lores."

'So the two of you made these preparations, and the next day he was gone."

'Yes. He sent me to gather some rare manuscripts and music. I never saw him again. I haven't thought about that lesson since, until today when the ordinate told us about the F'dor."

Achmed reached into his robe and pulled out a small folded cloth, which he tossed into her lap. Rhapsody opened the edges gingerly. It was an altar wiping cloth, the kind used for cleansing holy goblets or other small religious items, a piece of white fabric embroidered with the stylized image of the sun she had seen in the temple of Bethany.

She let out a long whistle.

'Well,! you certainly are brazen, stealing from a basilica in broad daylight."

'What do you think that symbol is?" Achmed asked.

Rhapsody tossed it back at him, irritation building in her features. "I'm getting really sick of this game, Achmed. I'm not deaf. I heard what he said. It's the symbol of the F'dor."

His face was in hers in the next second. "I misspoke. What do you think the symbol represents, literally?" His voice was arid with intensity.

Rhapsody tried to shake off the sudden chill that gripped her.

'The sun?"

Achmed shook his head slowly. "That's what you think, because that's what they think. I assure you, it's not. Or at least it wasn't when it was used in the old world."

She struggled to keep from giving in to the tremors that were now causing her to shake, like a brown leaf clinging to a bare tree in the winter wind. "What was it?"

Achmed opened the cloth again. He ran a long, bony finger around the golden circle gently, almost lovingly.

'The Cymrians must have thought it was the sun when they saw the old symbol. It looked much like this representation, but rougher. This," he said, touching the central circle, "is the Earth, and these rays were flames—the Earth, in flames. Not from the old times, when the fire was born, but the race's ultimate goal. The Earth in flames. Do you understand what I'm telling you, Rhapsody?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

'And this, this represents the means by which that goal would be achieved." His finger followed the red spiral up from the center of the design to the outside edge of the circle. "I assume you can figure out what that was supposed to represent, having seen a very small part of it with your own eyes."

Her voice came out in a whisper, barely audible above the jangling of the harp. "The wyrm."

'Indeed. Now, as far as I can tell, your lullabye worked. Serendair was destroyed in volcanic fire, the explosion of the Sleeping Child, not by the wyrm, as planned. But bear in mind it was the impact of that falling star that let the F'dor out of the Earth in the first place, so it's not impossible that one might have survived the cataclysm that took the Island down. And if even one of that race is still alive, it will seek to make good on that goal. And it will find the means."