"Your reward will have to wait." Atreus raised his map, shook it gently in the air, and said, "This came from Sune herself. She would not have given it to me if there is nothing here."
"This Sune is your goddess?" asked Seema.
"The goddess of love and beauty," Atreus said, nodding.
Seema's eyes lit with sudden comprehension. "Then you are a blessed man who has already found Langdarma," She told him, stepping back to look Atreus up and down, seeming to regard him in a new light. "Is it not said that the gods appear only to those who already see them? Surely, she gave you the map to show you that you have been looking in the wrong place."
"Sune?" Yago scoffed. "That fickle bitch?"
"Yago!"
"I say what I see," the ogre grumbled. "That's my duty. Likely as not she gave you the map just to get you out of the temple. You know how them celebrants were always complaining about that ugly face of yours."
"Yes." Atreus could not keep the pain out of his voice. "I do."
"Oh, by the Blood Queen! You don't have to be so touchy." Despite his words, Yago's orange face darkened to crimson. "It's not like how you look is your fault… and I'd fight with you on my left any day."
This was the highest compliment a Shield-breaker could pay. Atreus grasped his friend's huge arm.
"I know you would, Yago, and I'd be honored." Atreus glanced across the valley toward the jumbled glacier beneath the Sisters of Serenity and said, "That's why I must ask you to cross one last valley with me."
The ogre nodded. "I'd smash your head if we didn't. We've come this far, so we'd better see it through to the end."
"What?"
Seema's objection came too quickly "I mean to say, what about Tarch? He will follow us__"
Atreus turned to her with a raised brow. "Why should / that matter? There's nothing but ice and snow down there." He paused a moment, then added, "Or is…?"
"No, no… only ice and snow." Again, Seema's response came too quickly. "What else could there be? We are in the Wild Lands now. I am only afraid that the devil will force us to flee down the valley. We will be lost."
"Really?" Atreus smirked, more convinced than ever that the key to finding Langdarma lay in the glaciers below. "You are trying to protect something, but I don't think it is us."
"Perhaps the good sir should consider the evidence before his eyes!" Rishi sounded almost panicked. "Even Yago thinks your friends were only playing a trick, and it will be much safer for everyone to turn back now."
"You and Seema are free to go. You can take the gold with my blessings, if you can find it, but Yago and I will see our journey through to the end."
Atreus and Yago began to work their way along the brink of the ice field, searching for a route down onto the glacier. Rishi looked hopefully in Seema's direction, but she only shook her head and started after the two westerners. The group moved quickly. Over the past few days, Seema had used her healing magic on her companions many times, and their wounds seldom troubled them now. They soon came to a blocky ravine where a wedge of ice had been squeezed out of the rim, creating a narrow corridor that wind and day-melt had eroded into a steep but passable gully.
Seema circled around to the sunny side and led the way down a drift of wind-packed snow. The bottom of the shadowed gully was as icy as it was steep, and they had to descend half walking and half sliding. By the time they emerged from the mouth of the ravine, they were all nervous, shivering, and glad for the relative safety of the glacier's sun-softened surface.
Seema descended a few yards, kicking her heels into the wind-crusted snow to make flat, safe steps. Abruptly she stopped and warily glanced across the glacier. Motioning for the others to stay where they were, she drew her knife and dropped to her knees, then began hacking blocks out of the snow pack. A foot down, the snow suddenly grew soft and sugary. She put her knife away and continued to dig, eventually climbing into the hole and disappearing to her waist
This is very bad." Seema peered out of the hole. "It is not safe."
Atreus rolled his eyes and started down the slope. "You're only convincing me that you're trying to hide some-tiling."
"No, come and look." Seema waved him over and pointed at the icy layer in the bottom of the hole. "Do you see how it is slick below and hard on top, with a layer of soft sugar in between?"
"Yes."
"It is very dangerous on a steep slope like this," Seema said. "It is like a carpet over marbles. The whole mountainside can break loose and slide down in a big avalanche."
The thought occurred to Atreus that Seema was just finding another excuse to keep him away from the Sisters of Serenity, but he could see for himself that what she said was true. He pulled a handful of the sugary snow from the hole and let it run between his fingers, glancing over at Yago.
The ogre merely shrugged. "I told you it was dangerous when we started."
Atreus stood, facing Seema. "What can we do to protect ourselves?" he asked her.
"We can turn around."
"Aside from that," Atreus replied.
Seema sighed, then led them back into the mouth of the gully. She instructed Yago to start yelling across the valley, hoping to set off any impending avalanches with his booming voice. While the ogre bellowed, she took the supply bundle and began to unravel the long threads of a yak-hair blanket, knotting them together to create four dark strands, each twenty or thirty paces long. By the time she finished, Yago had managed to start a small slide on the opposite wall of the valley, but the snow on the glacier below remained ominously inert
Seema tied one of the long strands around her own waist and had each of her companions do the same, leaving the ends to drag in the snow. If an avalanche buried someone, the dark cord would float to the top so the others could find the victim-or so she said. They began to zigzag down the glacier, keeping themselves well spaced and crossing dangerous areas one person at a time, so there would always be three people to dig out a victim. Atreus found himself worrying less about avalanches than hidden crevasses, but Seema seemed to have an uncanny sense for avoiding such pitfalls.
They were about a quarter of the way down when Yago, bringing up the rear of the line, plunged through the wind-crusted snow and sank to his chest Unable to feel anything beneath his feet, he could not tell whether he was buried in a particularly deep snow-bank or hanging over a hidden crevasse, and he did not want to call out for fear of touching off an avalanche. He simply stretched his long arms across the snow to spread his weight and waited. Eventually, the others noticed that he was missing and returned to pull him free. After that, Atreus brought up the end of the line.
As they descended, the snow grew more-unstable. Small slabs began to break off beneath their feet and slide down the wind crust The farther they descended, the larger the slabs grew, and Atreus began to feel an avalanche was imminent He suggested having Yago yell again. Seema rejected the idea, saying the danger was no greater than before, as long as the slabs did not start coming from above. Atreus was not sure he believed her, especially when she grew even more cautious and insisted that they start crossing the entire glacier one person at a time.
They were about halfway down when Atreus heard a brief hissing noise above, then saw a raft-sized slab of snow shoot past and drop into the dark mouth of a crevasse. In the next instant, he was sprinting across the snow toward his friends, who stood waiting beneath the shelter of a rocky outcropping. There was no decision or thinking, he simply found himself running, hoping to reach safety before the avalanche swept him away.
But the roaring never came. No billowing clouds of snow swept down to swallow him up, nor did his world suddenly turn white and cold. He simply found himself standing at the outcropping with his companions, trembling and breathing hard.