"If you slay Procron, whose power holds the portal open, his power vanishes," the Sibyl said. "Then only Typhon and Typhon's power remain, and Typhon destroys all things."
Varus was breathing fast as they approached the high arched doorway of the crystal fortress. The air is thin. I breathe quickly only because my lungs don't fill as they ought to.
"I see," Varus said. I am a citizen of Carce. I will carry out my duty.
He faced the spire and read out in a strong, steady voice, "May the doors of heaven be opened to me!"
If I had my axe, Alphena thought, I'd take care of all three of those Sages! Even without the axe, I'd- Through the red haze of her anger, she glimpsed herself as she was: not only unarmed but stark naked. The hobnailed boots she had imagined grinding into Wontosa's face lay on the shore. Her waterlogged tunic had probably sunk to the bottom of the sound, where the copper axe certainly was. And ever since the vulture-riding Minoi had attacked her, her hat and her sword drifted in the eternal gray between worlds.
Where she was now.
"How could they?" she shouted. No one but herself would hear, but the words were empty anyway. "He saved them all, he saved us!"
Alphena felt mild pleasure as she realized that she was angry but not afraid. Fear might come later; she supposed she would be here until she starved. For now, though, she was furious with the Sages and the whole village of Cascotan for what they had done to Uktena.
To cast her into this drifting prison-well, she was a stranger and she had never pretended to like any of them. What they did to her was fair, though of course she would know how to repay them if she ever got the chance.
But Uktena was their champion. He had saved Cascotan and probably the whole Western Isles from what had been done to Mota… and instead, Mota's mother blamed Uktena for not saving her daughter.
It's not fair!
The Earth, or Alphena supposed it was the Earth, was the pale ball which she had seen reflected in the basin when Anna chanted her spell. That seemed infinitely long ago; everything that had happened since she mounted the gryphon's back was another lifetime.
Alphena smiled again: a lifetime which had lasted longer than the life which had followed was going to. She had heard Lenatus talking about the army with Corylus and Pulto; so long as she kept quiet, the old soldiers had treated her as though she wasn't there. At the time she hadn't fully understood the stories of sudden death which they told, generally with laughter.
Now she understood. Alphena, daughter of Senator Gaius Alphenus Saxa, would never listen to stories in the exercise yard again.
She looked at the Earth, wishing that she could see it in detail as she had when the gryphon carried her toward Atlantis. Perhaps the omnipresent gray wouldn't disturb her brother or Pandareus; they seemed to live in their minds more than she did.
More than I ever wanted to, Alphena thought; and smiled, but she wasn't very cheerful at the moment.
Because she had nothing else to do save drift in emptiness, she considered again what had happened Uktena. Resignation had replaced the anger, allowing her to look dispassionately at the situation.
No, what the villagers had done wasn't fair, and the Sages who led them had certainly acted out of envy as well as fear; but Alphena no longer pretended that they had no reason to be afraid. Uktena was her friend and he had saved them all from a cruel monster; but the thing Uktena had become to win the battle was a monster as well. Nothing and no one would have been safe if that monster had remained in the world he had saved.
She now understood where it was that she had visited her friend-and why he was there. The Sages had robbed Uktena of his memories and placed him in a vast prison beneath the sea, cut off from the cosmos in which humans lived. By doing so they had preserved not only themselves but all men.
"I would kill you all…," Alphena whispered to her memory of the villagers. She could understand how they thought, even Mota's mother, blaming the hero because he hadn't saved her daughter and thus excusing her own willingness to betray him.
But Uktena was her friend. The fact that she understood the villagers' reasons didn't mean that she was willing to accept what they had done.
Alphena laughed. Not that they knew or would care if they did know. But it made her feel better to have determined the truth to her own satisfaction.
She was rotating slowly as she drifted. She could see the lesser blur, now; the Moon, if the larger blur was the Earth as she assumed.
I'd take my chances with a magician riding a vulture, now, she thought, quirking a smile. She considered waving, but she didn't really believe that would rouse the attention of the Atlantean outpost. Besides, she would feel silly doing it.
Alphena thought she saw something. She squeezed her eyelids closed. She was afraid to hope, but she really thought she had seen something. When she opened her eyes again- "It is!" she shouted. "It's wings! I see wings beating!"
She didn't see the glint of orichalc armor. If this was one of the vultures, would it attack without its rider?
She was seeing the gryphon. The gryphon was coming back for her!
Alphena waved and shouted, "Gryphon, it's me!"
The gryphon had obviously already seen her, so flailing about didn't help; she just spun a little faster. She didn't care. She had to do something!
The great beast banked around her in a lazy circle. His brindled fur had a sleek sheen, but there was a long scratch on his right flank that could have been caused by either a sword or a vulture's claw. The tuft of feathers over his right eye had been clipped off also.
"If you will stop pretending to be a rope dancer, girl," the gryphon said, "I will approach you from the front and you can catch me at the root of my right wing. If you're strong enough-"
He had swung out far enough that his deep voice was fading. He paused and with a quick, strong wing-beat angled back toward her again.
"If you are strong enough, as I say," he resumed, "you can pull yourself onto my back as before. Saving me the necessity of catching you myself."
Chuckling, he flared his foreclaws again. Like his beak, they were those of a giant eagle.
"I'm strong enough," Alphena said. "I'm ready."
The gryphon swept toward her. He looked huge, and however well-intentioned he was, the hooked beak really was capable of biting her head off.
He flared his wings like a hawk landing, bringing his great body to a near halt in space. Alphena, tense in expectation of the lion smashing into her, caught the gryphon's neck and the base of his right wing. He flapped, and she used the renewed momentum to swing herself back into a safe seat on his back again.
Alphena felt relief so profound that it made her dizzy. Laughing hysterically, she threw her torso down on the gryphon's neck and wrapped both arms around him.
"I am glad you find humor in your situation," the gryphon said with a touch of pique.
"I don't, please, I don't," Alphena said through her giggles. "I was afraid I was going to faint and make you do this all over again. You would have, wouldn't you? You wouldn't leave me here?"
The gryphon snorted. "I hope I know my duty better than that," he said. Then, in a tone that seemed to be apologetic, he added, "I'm sorry about the earlier trouble. I saw that pair off, right enough, but by the time I did, the wizard from the Western Isles had gathered you in. I didn't try to take you away, because, ah… I wasn't sure that I could. In fact-"
He paused long enough that Alphena thought he had decided not to finish the thought. Then he said, "In fact I was sure that I couldn't remove you. But it seemed to be working out all right."
"Yes," said Alphena. "It was all right."
My friend. She felt dizzy again. She hugged the gryphon's warm neck and felt the play of muscles under the stiff fur.