“How do you figure that?” The barrel staves creaked as Rudy changed position, bringing his feet up to sit crosslegged, leaning acid-stained elbows on his knees. “The one that followed you got fried on the other side. He never made it back to report.”
“He didn’t have to.” Ingold turned to Gil. “You saw last night how the Dark Ones fight, the speed with which their bodies maneuver and change position. How the communication between them works I’m not sure, but what one learns, I believe, they all then know. If we weaken the fabric of the Void, so that several of them pass through behind you and Rudy—if, as I suspect it may be, their knowledge of events is simultaneous rather than cumulative—it would be only a matter of time before they learned to operate the gates through the Void themselves.
“As Guardian of the Void, I am responsible. At this time, I cannot endanger your world by sending you back.”
In the silence that followed his words, the drift of Janus’ voice from the court below was faintly audible, along with the clear metallic tap of hooves on cobbles. Somewhere a dog barked. The light in the room faded as twilight drew down on the stricken town.
Rudy asked, “So what can we do?”
“Wait,” Ingold said. “Wait until the turn of the winter, when our worlds will have drawn apart far enough to permit safe crossing. Or wait until I can speak with the Archmage Lohiro.”
Gil looked up. “You’ve talked about him before.”
The wizard nodded. “He is the Master of the Council of Quo, the leader of all the world’s wizardry. His understanding is different from mine and his power greater. If anyone can help us, he can.
“Before the Dark Ones broke forth at Gae, before the night I spoke with you, Gil, I spoke with Lohiro. He told me that the Council of Wizards, and indeed all the mages of the West of the World, were coming together at Quo. Wizardry is knowledge. Piecing together all wizardry, all knowledge, all power, we might come to a way to defeat the Dark. And until that time, he said, ‘I shall ring Quo in the walls of air, and make of it a fortress that no darkness can pierce. Here we shall be safe, and from this fortress, my friend, we shall come in light.’ ” As he quoted these words, Ingold’s eyes lost some of their sharpness, and his voice shifted, picking up the inflection and tone of another man’s voice.
“And since that time, my children, I have heard nothing. I have sought … ” He touched the crystal that lay on the sill next to his elbow, and its facets flashed dimly in the light. “At times I think I can make out the shape of the hills above the town, or the outlines of Forn’s Tower rising through the mists. But I have had no word, not from Lohiro nor from any of the wizards. They are surrounded in spells, ringed in illusion. And so they must be sought—and only a wizard can seek them.”
Gil said softly, “Then you’ll be leaving us?”
Ingold’s eyes flickered back to her, growing brighter and more present again. “Not at once,” he said. “But we will be leaving Karst. At dawn tomorrow, Alwir is leading the people south to the old Keep of Dare at Renweth on Sarda Pass. You may have heard us speak of it in council—it was the old fortress-hold built against the Dark by the men of the Old Realms, many thousands of years ago, at the time of the Dark’s first rising. It will be a long trek, and a hard one. But at Renweth you will be safe, as safe as you would be anywhere in this world.
“I shall be going with the train to Renweth. Though I am no longer considered a member of the Regents, I am still held to the vow I made Eldor before his death. I promised to see Prince Tir to a place of safety and that I will and must do, whether Alwir wishes me to or not. I am afraid, my children, that you have leagued yourselves with an outcast.”
“Alwir can go to hell,” Gil said shortly.
Ingold shook his head. “The man has his uses,” he said. “But he finds me—unbiddable. On the road to Renweth, Tir will be in constant danger from the Dark. I cannot leave him. But Renweth will be, for me, only a stopping place, the first stage of a greater journey.”
“Well, look,” Rudy said after a moment’s thought. “If we went with you to Quo, couldn’t you send us back from there? If it’s so safe, it would be the one place where the Dark Ones couldn’t get through.”
“True,” Ingold agreed. “If you made it to Quo. I wouldn’t recommend the trip. In the height of the Realm’s power, few people would venture to cross the plain and the desert in winter. It’s close to two thousand miles, through desolate lands. In addition to the Dark, we would be in danger from the White Raiders, the barbarian tribesmen who have waged bloody war on the outposts of the Realm for centuries.”
“But you’re going,” Rudy pointed out.
Ingold’s blunt, scarred fingers toyed with the crystal on the windowsill. “And you might be safe, traveling with me. But believe me, your chances of seeing your own world again are far greater if you remain in the Keep of Dare.”
Gil was silent, her bony hands folded on her knee, staring into the murky gloom of the gatehouse. She tried to picture that fortress among the mountains, tried to picture weeks and months there alone, knowing no one, isolated as she had always been isolated. Her jaw tightened. “You will come back for us, though, won’t you?”
“I brought you into this world against your will,” Ingold said quietly. He laid his hands over hers, the warmth of his touch going through her, warming her, as it always did, by its vitality. “If for no other reason than that, I am responsible for you. Lohiro may have a better answer than I can give you. It may even be that he will be able to return with me to the Keep.”
“Yeah,” Rudy said dubiously. “But what if you can’t find the wizards? What if they’re locked up so tight even you can’t get in? What if—Suppose the Archmage is dead?” He hadn’t wanted to say it, since Ingold seemed to be operating on the assumption that Lohiro was alive, but Ingold’s frown was one of consideration rather than of anxiety or annoyance.
“It’s a possibility,” Ingold said slowly. “I had thought of it, yes, but—I would know if Lohiro were dead.” The last of the twilight glinted on his bristling white eyebrows as they drew down over his nose. ‘The spells that surround Quo might mask it—but I think I would know. I know I would.”
“How?” Rudy asked curiously.
“I just would. Because he is the Archmage, and I am a wizard.”
“Is that why Alwir kicked you out of the council?” Gil asked, remembering the cold eyes of the Bishop and the way Alwir had spoken of Ingold at the gate below. “Because you’re a wizard?”
Ingold smiled and shook his head. “No,” he said. “Alwir and I are enemies of long standing. He never approved of my friendship with Eldor. And I fear he will never forgive me for being right about the dangers of coming to Karst. Alwir, as you may have guessed, has never thought much of the idea of retreating to the Keeps. The Keeps are fortresses, safe for the most part from the Dark, but limited in scope. To retreat into them will fracture the Realm beyond hope of repair and destroy thousands of years of human civilization. Such a fate is inevitable, in an isolated society, where transportation and communication are limited to the duration of the daylight; culture will wane, narrow-mindedness set in; the human outlook will shrink from urbane tolerance of all human needs to a kind of petty parochialism that cannot see beyond the bounds of its own fields. As you know from your own studies, Gil, private law begets a host of its own abuses. Decentralized, the Church will degenerate, its priests and theologians degraded into sanctified scribes and passers-out of the sacraments to a squabbling, superstitious peasantry. I fear that wizardry, too, will suffer, becoming more and more polluted with little magics, losing sight of the mainstream of its teachings. Anything that requires an organized body of knowledge will vanish—the universities, medicine, training in any form of the arts.