An eternity later, the snow-flake melted into a dark-hearted halo. Something pressed itself against Atreus's frozen lips. His numb flesh sensed only the weight, not the touch. Warm air swirled down through his throat and flooded his lungs. His pulse boomed to life. Blood rushed in his ears. The halo grew dim, and he saw Seema's smooth cheek pressed close, her brown eyes staring down at him, her dark hair making a tent around their faces. Her soft lips were pressed against his and her mouth was working, her hot breath mingling with his. A sense of joyous wonder welled up inside him, and something more primal stirred lower down. He reached up, twined his fingers into her silky hair, and returned the kiss.
Seema pulled away, her brow arching in surprise.
Atreus took his hand out of Seema's hair, dimly aware that he had made a terrible mistake. "I, uh… I thought…" he trailed off, fearing he would only make matters worse. "I didn't mean to-"
"It certainly felt like you meant to!" Seema's cheeks darkened, then she laughed lightly and called over her shoulder, "Have no fear for your friend. He only lured me down here to steal a kiss."
"Not at all!" said Atreus, mortified and struggling to identify where "here" was. "We were in Langdarma-"
"You have seen Langdarma?" Seema gasped.
"Yes," Atreus said, thankful to talk about anything but the kiss. "It is… white… and beautiful…and we were inside a…"
The image faded even as he tried to describe it. He recalled only the peace, the feeling of falling, and a handsome face in a shimmering mirror. He closed his eyes, frying to recreate the memory through sheer will, but it was lost, wiped away when he kissed Seema.
Seema clasped his forearm. "You cannot describe Langdarma," she told him, her voice warm and understanding. "Is bliss not different for everyone?"
"I… I don't know," Atreus answered, still confused by his surroundings.
He seemed to be lying in the bottom of a small white well, with Seema crammed in beside him. About six feet above her, Rishi and Yago were kneeling atop the wall, silhouetted against a brilliant blue sky, furiously dragging armfuls of snow away from the edge.
As soon as Atreus remembered the snow, comprehension came crashing in like the avalanche itself. He tried to sit up and found he could not He remained entombed in snow from the waist down, one arm still twisted around beneath him. The air in the bottom of the hole was shadowy and frigid, and the pressure on his legs made his muscles ache.
Atreus was seized by the over whelming fear that the pits walls were about to come crashing down. He began to claw madly at the snow, trying to dig out his waist so he could sit up and pull his arm free.
"Yago! Get me out of here!"
Atreus had hardly closed his mouth before the ogre's long arms stretched down to pluck Seema out of the hole. She cried out in surprise, but Yago paid her no attention and set her aside without apology. He lowered his legs over the edge and planted one immense foot on each side of Atreus's chest, then squeezed down into the hole and grabbed Mm under his arms.
Yago began to pull, slowly and steadily, but the snow held fast. Atreus felt as though he would be torn in two. The ogre twisted him back and forth ever so slightly, and there was a loud slurping sound. The pressure on Atreus's legs vanished, and he began to rise, until the chain tightened around his buried hand, bringing him to an abrupt halt
"Wait!" Atreus commanded.
Yago stopped pulling, and Seema leaned over the pit, peering down over the ogre's shoulder.
"Did he hurt you?" she asked. "Dragging a person out of. an avalanche is not a good way to rescue him."
"No, I'm fine," said Atreus. "It's Tarch."
"Tarch?" echoed Rishi. That tailed devil is still alive?"
"I don't know," Atreus said, "but if he is, he might be buried under me. I still have the chain, and it was wrapped around his neck when the avalanche started."
"And you are not thinking you should let go?" Rishi asked, incredulous.
Atreus glanced up at Seema and said, "I'm willing, but the decision isn't mine. We all promised not to kill Tarch."
"Tarch started the avalanche," said Yago. "I don't see why we have to dig him out"
"Because if we don't, it will cost Seema her magic…right?" Atreus glanced at the healer, hoping she would correct him.
Instead, she nodded and said, "We must do what we can for him, and not only because failing to do so will harm my magic. It would injure all our souls."
"That particular peril I am most happy to brave," said Rishi. "Whereas no good at all can come of freeing an angry devil like Tarch."
"Had Tarch not pulled you from the river, you would be frozen or drowned. You would not be here to say such things," countered Seema. "It is not for you to turn the wheel of life."
"But I am not turning it," Rishi said, addressing his argument to Atreus. "Tarch did this to himself. We are only turning the wheel if we save him."
Seema's counter was swift and confident "To let someone die when you can save him is the same as killing him… and to kill is to turn the wheel."
"What's so wrong with mat?" Yago demanded. "Seems to me wheels is made for turning."
"We are not made to turn them. Not the wheel of life," said Seema. "It is not for us to kill"
Yago scowled. "Been killing all my life. Can't live without killing." He held up his thick fingers and began to tick them off, saying, "Ell to eat to earn my pay, and 'specially to keep stuff from killing me."
Seema listened to the ogre's confession with an expression of horror, then turned to Atreus and said, "We have no time to argue; You promised not to kill, so the only question is whether you are a man of his word."
"If I weren't, would I have said anything in the first place?"
Atreus did not understand Seema's reluctance to let Tarch die. To him, there was a big difference between taking the life of an innocent victim and killing in self-defense, but he held his word as sacred as Seema did life. He looked up at Yago and said, "A promise is a promise."
1 didn't promise to save him!" the ogre grumbled. Nevertheless, he let Atreus back down. "If this ain't the dumbest thing since Orna tried to milk a beehive!"
Rishi exhaled in frustration, then took the cooking pot and began to scoop out the edges of the pit "We are going to need a bigger hole."
"With plenty of room for a fight," added Yago.
White Atreus lay in the snow clinging to the chain, Yago and Rishi spent the next two hours grumbling as they excavated a huge hole around him. Once the pit grew large enough for the sun to shine into, he began to warm up. By the time they had dug down to the end of the chain, he was feeling strong enough to fight.
As matters turned out, there was no need. They found nothing at the other end of the chain but more snow. Atreus took his turn with the cooking pot and dug down another two feet to a solid crust of ice. After he had cleared a circle as wide as he was tall, Seema shook her head.
"It is hopeless to keep digging." She sounded disappointed, though hardly sorrowful. Tarch could be anywhere. Come out of there."
"Yes, it is time we gave up the search." Rishi did not bother to disguise his eagerness. "After spending all this time buried beneath so many tons of snow, Tarch has certainly met his death by now."
"Nothing is ever certain, Rishi," said Atreus, tossing the cooking pot up. "Tarch strikes me as a tot harder to kill than you think."
"All the more reason to leave him down there," said Yago, extending an arm to Atreus.
After being pulled from the hole, Atreus was astonished to find how far he had been swept Just a few hundred paces away stood the jumbled icefall leading up to the Sisters of Serenity. The valley around him lay buried beneath untold acres of avalanche run out: mountainous piles of compacted snow, with slabs of wind crust jutting up at all angles. The little glacier behind them had been scraped clean down to its shimmering silver surface, and its crevasses were now filled with milky bands of sugar snow.