Read The Last Of The Wilds Online
Authors: Trudi Canavan
Tags: #Science Fiction, #Romance, #Magic, #Fantasy, #Young Adult, #Adventure, #Epic, #Religion
“No,” Tarsheni replied. He paused. “It’s not likely to collapse, is it?”
Emerahl looked at the arched ceiling. “It looks solid enough.”
As they neared the gate, Emerahl saw four men standing on the ledge. Their expressions reflected the avarice that spilled from their minds. Drawing a little magic, Emerahl created a defensive shield around the boat. She guided the vessel to a stop before the gate then met the eyes of each of the four men in turn.
“Greetings, gatekeepers. My passengers and I wish to buy passage.”
A large man with missing teeth hooked his hands in his belt and grinned at her.
“Gree’ings, lady. Thi’ your boat?”
“Yes.”
“No’ of’n we ged women sailors.”
The other men moved forward, peering down at the family and their belongings. One started to step off the ledge down into her boat. The man’s knee rammed against her barrier. He cursed in pain and stumbled backward.
“I don’t allow anyone onto my boat uninvited,” Emerahl said, turning to regard the toothless man again.
He narrowed his eyes. “You be’er invi’e us, den, or you won’ be going frough.”
“You don’t need to come aboard,” she told him firmly.
The toothless man puffed out his chest. “So you go’ Gifs. Ameri here has doo.” He gestured to one of the men, a thin, sour-faced young man. She nodded to him with feigned politeness and turned back to the toothless man.
“How about you reduce the fee to ten canar and I leave the gate standing?”
She realized she was hoping for a refusal. They probably did this to travellers all the time. While she couldn’t put a stop to it completely without delaying her journey, it would be satisfying to ruin their little scheme—for a while at least.
The man’s eyes narrowed. “Ameri,” he said, without taking his eyes from Emerahl. “Make dem coopera’e.”
The thin man extended a hand toward her and made a dramatic and ridiculous-looking gesture. Magic splattered off her shield. He was stronger than the average man or woman and his attack would have hurt or even killed most travellers. She glared at him, no longer amused by the situation.
When he stopped she blasted him and his companions with a force that slammed them against the wall and held them there. She turned to the gate and sent a wave of heat out. Soon it began to glow and warp. As bits of molten metal fell into the water, hot steam filled the tunnel. Her shield protected her boat, but the men began to scream. Releasing them, she let them flee back down the tunnel.
As the last of the gate sank into the water, Emerahl moved the boat forward, taking care not to bump it against the glowing walls of the tunnel. Only when it had emerged from the other end did she relax and turn to regard her passengers.
They were staring at her in amazement.
She shrugged. “I told you: my Gifts are not inconsiderable. And I don’t have much sympathy for thieves.”
Auraya moved from sling bed to sling bed, examining the Siyee yet again. Two of the sick were fighting Hearteater effectively, the other two were struggling. She did not want to use Mirar’s healing Gift on them until she was sure they wouldn’t defeat the disease by themselves.
I’m calling it “Mirar’s healing Gift” now
, she thought.
Not Leiard’s. I suppose Mirar has been using it for hundreds, even thousands, of years. It is his more than Leiard’s
.
Tyve watched her, his thoughts full of curiosity and worry. She could not make herself stop moving. She could only pace from bower to bower, trying to find a distraction to stop her thinking about what she had done.
I disobeyed Huan. I disobeyed the gods I’m sworn to serve.
The alternative had been to kill a man who did not deserve it.
That should not matter. I should trust the gods have reason to want him dead. Juran did, long ago
.
Instead of reassuring her, that thought only brought her more discomfort.
I can’t believe Juran tried to kill Mirar without being sure it was justified
. Though she knew it was his duty to do as the gods wished, she found she thought less of him for doing so.
I wonder if he knows what has happened
...
One of the Siyee woke and asked for water. Tyve did not stir as she rushed to take a bowl to the woman. As she held it to the woman’s lips a terrible feeling of dread welled up in her and she froze.
A familiar presence was moving toward her. Auraya let out a gasp of relief as she recognized Chaia.
:I
can see I don’t need to tell you that youre in trouble
, he said. His words were spoken lightly, but she sensed a deeper concern.
A hand touched hers. She looked up, startled, to find Tyve taking the bowl away from her. He waved her away from the patient. Auraya moved toward the bower entrance.
:
Why did I do it?
she asked Chaia.
Or why
didn’t
I do it?
You need to know your actions are justified. To you, being just and right is more important than obedience. It is a part of your nature I like. Unfortunately my view is not shared by the others
.
She stepped outside. The sunlight was too bright. She headed for the shade.
your compassion
—
is your strength. A leader who can kill without question is unlikely to have the empathy and compassion needed to negotiate mutually beneficial alliances and help other people resolve their differences
.
and not just because you were once in love with a part of him
.
Auraya felt a spark of hope.
Some of us believe that the White must be obedient, no matter what is in their nature. If the White have different natures, then they are bound to disagree at times. When conflict happens they must look to us for a resolution. They must obey us, or their unity will be broken
.
Auraya felt her stomach sink.
As her hopes were smothered she was surprised to find anger stirring.
Mirar has no intention of acting against us.
you know that. He hates us
—
you know that too. Can you gamble that if the opportunity comes to cause trouble, he won’t take it?
Auraya shook her head.
He can influence and direct them from another land through dreams
.
Her stomach sank. Even exile wasn’t a plausible alternative.
:I don’t
, she told him.
Auraya wrapped her arms around herself. She felt ill. Wretched. Torn.
:I cannot console you, Auraya, though I wish I could
, Chaia said sorrowfully.
I cannot be affectionate, or fend off your nightmares, lest the others think I am rewarding you for your disobedience. They agreed that I should speak to you, as you know me better. I ask as your friend and lover, do as Huan bids
.
He moved away. For a long time she sat alone, thinking about all that he had said, then she rose and returned to the bowers. She needed to think, but the Siyee needed her help more.
Mirar drew magic and warmed the air around him. During the months he had treated the Siyee he had barely noticed the turning of the seasons, too caught up in his work. Now he felt the chill of winter in the air, especially in these last hours before dawn. He leaned back against a tree and closed his eyes.
Though he had travelled all day and most of the night, this stop wasn’t for rest or sleep. Clearing his mind, he sent himself into a dream trance.
They had communicated through dream links every few days since she had left. Recently she had grown secretive about her location or destination. He hoped that meant she’d had some success finding other immortals, but couldn’t yet tell him about it.
The gods know who I am
.
:I taught Auraya how to heal. The gods must have been watching.
She was silent for a moment.
:I
suspect that’s not your only reason for tossing aside all concern for your own safety. So how did Auraya take the news?
She was prepared to break her promise, then
.
Mirar went cold. Had he doomed Auraya to die just by teaching her to heal?
She said nothing for a long time.
Eventually you will have to approach water in order to leave Northern Ithania. Good timing will be essential. Let me think about this. I will reach my destination in a few days. I may learn of a safe place for you to go
.