“He looks very beautiful to me,” said Alhana.
Gilthas heard tears in her voice, if he did not see them on her face, and he began to understand her better. She was frost without, fire within.
Gerard’s face brightened when he saw Gilthas, and he came hastening forward to greet the Qualinesti king. Gilthas gestured obliquely with his head. Gerard took the hint and looked to Alhana. He halted dead in his tracks, stared at her, rapt. Too awestruck by beauty to remember his manners, he gaped, his mouth wide open.
“Sir Gerard,” she said. “You are a most welcome sight.”
Only then, at the sound of her voice, did he recall that he was in the presence of royalty. He sank down on one knee, his head bowed.
“Your servant, Madam.”
Alhana extended her hand. “Rise, please, Sir Gerard. I am the one who should kneel to you, for you have saved my people from certain destruction.”
“No, Madam, not me,” said Gerard, flushing red, looking about as ugly as it was possible for a human to look. “The dragons came to your aid. I just went along for the ride and...” He seemed about to add something, but changed his mind.
Turning to Gilthas, Gerard bowed deeply. “I am overjoyed to see that you are alive and well, Your Majesty.” His voice softened. “I was deeply grieved to hear of the death of your honored mother.”
“Thank you, Sir Gerard,” said Gilthas, clasping the Knight by the hand. “I find it strange that the paths of our lives cross once again—strange, yet fortuitous.”
Gerard stood awkwardly, his keen blue eyes going from one to the other, searching, seeking.
“Sir Gerard,” said Alhana, “you have something else to say. Please, speak without fear. We are deeply in your debt.”
“No, you’re not, Your Majesty,” he said. His speech and manner were clumsy and awkward, as humans must always look to elves, but his voice was earnest and sincere. “I don’t want you to think that. It’s for this very reason I hesitate to speak, yet”—he glanced toward the sun—“time advances and we stand still. I have dire news to impart, and I dread to speak it.”
“If you refer to the minotaur seizure of our homeland, we have been made aware of that,” said Alhana.
Gerard stared at her. His mouth opened, shut again.
“Perhaps I can help,” she said. “You want us to fulfill the promise Samar made and ride with you to attack Sanction. You fear that we will feel pressured into doing this by the fact that you came to our rescue.”
“Lord Tasgall wants me to assure you that the Knights will understand if you feel the need to return to fight for your homeland, Madam,” said Gerard. “I can say only that our need is very great. Sanction is guarded by armies of both the dead and the living. We fear that Queen Takhisis plans to try to rule both the mortal world and the immortal. If that happens, if she succeeds, darkness will encompass all of us. We need your help, Madam, and that of your brave warriors if we are to stop her. The dragons have offered to carry you there, for they will also join the battle.”
“Have you had news? Is my son Silvanoshei still alive?” Alhana asked, her facing paling.
“I do not know, Madam,” Gerard replied evasively. “I hope and trust so, but I have no way of knowing.”
Alhana nodded, and then she did something unexpected. She turned to Gilthas. “You know what my answer must be, Nephew. My son is a prisoner. I would do all in my power to free him.” Her cheeks stained with a faint flush. “But, as king of your people, you have the right to speak your thoughts.”
Gilthas might have felt pleased. He might have felt vindicated. But he had been awake all night. He felt only bone tired.
“Sir Gerard, if we aid the Knights in the capture of Sanction, can we expect the Knights to aid us in the retaking of our homeland?”
“That is up to the Knights’ Council, Your Majesty,” Gerard replied, uncomfortable. As if aware that his answer was a poor one, he added with conviction, “I do not know what the other Knights would do, Your Majesty, but I willingly pledge myself to your cause.”
“I thank you for that, sir,” said Gilthas. He turned to Alhana. “I was opposed to this march at the beginning. I made no secret of that. The doom I foresaw has fallen. We are exiles now, without a homeland. Yet as this gallant Knight states, if we foreswear the promise Samar made to aid the Knights in their fight, Queen Takhisis will triumph. Her first act would be to destroy us utterly, to annihilate us as a people. I agree. We must march on Sanction.”
“You have our answer, Sir Gerard,” Alhana declared. “We are one—the Qualinesti and the Silvanesti—and we will join with the other free people of Ansalon to fight and destroy the Queen of Darkness and her armies.”
Gerard said what was proper. He was obviously relieved and now eager to be gone. The dragons circled above them, the shadows of their wings sliding gracefully over the ground. The elves greeted the dragons with glad cries and tears and blessings, and the dragons dipped their proud heads in response to the salutes.
The silver dragons and the gold began to swoop down into the valley, one or two at a time. The elven warriors mounted on the backs of the dragons, crowding as many on as possible. Thus had the elves ridden into battle during the days of Huma. Thus had they ridden to battle during the War of the Lance. The air was charged with a sense of history. The elves began to sing again, songs of glory, songs of victory.
Alhana, mounted on a golden dragon, took the lead. Raising her sword into the air, she shouted an elven battle cry. Samar lifted his sword, joined in. The Gold carried the queen of the Silvanesti into the air and flew off over the mountains toward the west, toward Sanction. The blind silver dragon departed, guided by his human rider.
Gilthas volunteered to remain to the last, to make certain that the dead were given proper rites, their bodies cremated in dragon-fire, since there was no time to bury them and no way they could be returned to their homeland. His wife stayed with him.
“The Knights will not come to our aid, will they?” said the Lioness abruptly, as the last dragon stood ready to bear them away.
“The Knights will not come,” Gilthas said. “We will die for them, and they will sing our praises, but when the battle is won, they will return to their homes. They will not come to die for us.” Together, he and the Lioness and the last of the Qualinesti warriors took to the skies. The songs of the elves were loud and joyful and filled the valley with music.
Then all that was left was the echoes.
Then those faded away, leaving only silence and smoke.
29
The Temple of Duerghast
Galdar had not seen Mina since her triumphant return to Sanction, His heart was sore as his body, and he used his wounds as an excuse to remain in his tent, refusing to see or speak to anyone. He was considerably surprised that he was still alive, for Takhisis had good reason to hate him, and she was not merciful to those who had turned on her. He guessed that Mina had much to do with the fact that he was not lying in a charred lump alongside Malys’s carcass. Galdar had not stayed to listen to the conversation between Takhisis and Mina. His fury was such that he could have torn down the mountain, stone by stone, with his bare hands, and fearing that his fury would hurt Mina, not help her, he stalked away to rage in solitude. He returned to the cave only when he heard Mina call for him.
He found her well, whole. He was not surprised. He expected nothing less. Nursing his bruised and bloodied hand—he had taken out his anger on the rocks—he regarded her in silence, waited for her to speak.
Her amber eyes were cold and hard. He could still see himself frozen inside them, a tiny figure, trapped.