‘Ela-daz,’ shouted Varagin. ‘Have you come for us?’
By this time Trog had caught up with his mistress. He came to walk beside her as she trotted her pony to the house. The other Seekers nodded and offered congratulations to the stunned couple.
‘Carlan’s going to Mount Believer!’ said one of them. Another simply stared at Minikin, awestruck. He had a drooping eye and a clawed, curled hand, and it broke Minikin’s heart to look at him, for she knew how desperately he — and all of them — wanted her visit. They were misguided, surely, but they were brave people, and Minikin regretted her deception, for she had never told them the whole truth of Grimhold. But today she would tell it to Carlan, and that was enough. She reached the house, then dismounted with Trog’s help. Varagin and Leshe bowed, their hands clasped together as in prayer. Embarrassed, Minikin quickly told them to rise.
‘I have come for your son,’ she said.
‘To take him to Mount Believer?’ asked Leshe. ‘Oh, Fate, thank you!’
‘Grimhold,’ corrected Minikin mildly, slightly annoyed at the mention of Fate, a deity she had never believed in. ‘From now on, you and Varagin must call it that. We of Grimhold do not refer to it as Mount Believer, and you must not either while your son is one of us.’ She looked around at the other Seekers who were staring at her. The desperation in their eyes frightened her. She said to them, ‘I am sorry. It is as I have told you. There are no places in Grimhold for you all. But this child I take with me — will you all wish him well?’
‘Oh, yes,’ they all agreed, without a hint of anger. Even their disappointment fled behind their well-wishes for the child. Minikin had decided long ago that she would only take children to Grimhold. She supposed the older Seekers had realised that, though none of them spoke of it openly. The Mistress of Grimhold turned to her hosts. ‘Carlan; he is inside?’
‘Yes,’ said Varagin. ‘We didn’t expect you, Ela-daz. Our home is so meagre. We have nothing to offer you.’
‘We have drink for you,’ Leshe hurried to say. ‘And whatever else we have is yours.’
Their graciousness warmed Minikin. ‘Thank you, no. I really must see the child now. Let’s go inside.’ She turned to her bodyguard and squeezed his enormous hand. ‘Wait here for me. Don’t let anyone follow.’
The gathered Seekers, hearing her words, retreated a little. Without explanation Minikin let herself into the house, Varagin and his wife following close behind. While Varagin shut the wooden door, Trog took up position, blocking the threshold with his great presence. The home was as Minikin had expected — and as Lariniza had showed her during their communions — a pleasant place with mismatched pieces of furniture throughout the main room, mostly chairs of northern design gathered around the hearth. The floor was smooth, hardened sand, a material the Jadori and Ganjeese both used throughout their villages. Along the floor were rugs and pillows for sitting, again mismatched, a collection of Jadori, Dreel, and Ganjeese patterns whose differences could only be discerned by an experienced eye. What little the family had brought with them from Marn had been arranged on a shelf, mostly mementos from a life left far behind. But Minikin didn’t bother studying these things. Sitting in the centre of the room was a child, playing with a collection of crude wooden blocks carved with Jadori symbols. They were game blocks, but Carlan was far too young to know their significance. Like others his age, his joy came from simply stacking them one atop the other, then knocking them over. And, just like other blind children Minikin had encountered, Carlan knew instinctively when others had entered the room, and that a stranger was with them.
‘Papa?’ he queried. Amazingly, he seemed to look straight at Minikin when he spoke. ‘Who is with you?’
‘A friend,’ answered his father.
‘Carlan, there’s someone here to see you,’ said Leshe. ‘Remember why we came here?’
Carlan nodded. ‘To help me see.’
Leshe smiled. ‘That’s right. Oh, my little son — this woman is here to help you.’
Minikin padded forward, then knelt down before the boy. He studied her, cocking his head to listen. He was five years old now, the perfect age for bonding with an Akari. His mind still regarded magic as something plausible.
‘Carlan, my name is Minikin,’ she said. She did not call herself Ela-daz, for that was not the name the Inhumans called her. ‘I’m here to help you.’
‘To see?’ the boy asked.
‘That’s right.’ Minikin reached beneath her coat and pulled out the Eye of God, letting it spin on its gold chain. While Varagin and Leshe watched wordlessly, their son’s expression was blank. ‘I don’t want you to be afraid, Carlan. You’re not afraid, are you?’
‘No,’ said Carlan quickly, although his twisted expression told Minikin he didn’t quite trust her.
‘Good. I’m not going to hurt you. We’re going to try something. Just a small experiment. Do you want to see, Carlan?’
The boy nodded dubiously. His parents didn’t interrupt, but flicked each other wary glances.
‘Where I come from,’ Minikin went on, ‘little boys and girls are made whole again. If they can’t hear or can’t walk or can’t take care of themselves, they are made safe.’
‘You’re from Mount Believer,’ said Carlan. ‘I know about you. That’s why we came here.’
‘That’s right,’ said Minikin gently. ‘Only we have a different name for Mount Believer. We call it Grimhold. Have you heard the story of Grimhold, Carlan?’
Again the boy nodded. ‘That’s where the monsters go.’
‘No. People think that, but we aren’t monsters. We’re just like you, Carlan. We’re good people, and we’re going to teach you how to see.’
‘With magic?’
Minikin kept the amulet spinning on its chain. ‘I’m holding something in my hand. Do you know what it is?’
‘I’m blind,’ said Carlan peevishly.
‘No, your eyes are blind. Not your mind. Not your heart. You can see anything with your mind if your heart is open, Carlan. Now just relax and sit still for me. I’m going to show you something special.’
Carlan, who had been blind since birth, found the statement confusing. He glanced up at his mother, about to speak, but a silencing hush from Leshe stilled his tongue. With a sigh he did as Minikin asked, sitting and staring in her direction. The lady from Grimhold sensed his calm. As she reached into his mind, she summoned Lariniza from the amulet. The Eye of God burst into colours as the Akari spirit flamed to life, stretching out invisible hands to link the woman and child. Carlan gasped, his eyebrows shooting up in astonishment. In his mind the amulet flared, the first thing in his life he had ever truly seen.
‘Oh!’ His hand shot out to grasp it, almost snatching it from Minikin’s grip. ‘What is it?’
Because he had no words to describe things he’d never seen, Minikin explained, ‘That’s the Eye of God. It’s made of gold. Can you see the gold, Carlan?’
The boy was exuberant. ‘Yes, yes! Mother, I can see it!’
Leshe put her hand to her mouth, biting down to stem tears she couldn’t stop. ‘Great Fate, he can see. .’
Varagin looked awestruck. ‘What about us? Can he see us?’
Minikin asked, ‘Do you want him to see you now?’
‘Yes, yes,’ replied Leshe. ‘Please!’
It wasn’t what Minikin had planned, but she knew Lariniza could handle it easily. Like her brother Amaraz, who inhabited Lukien’s amulet, she was a wondrously powerful Akari. Minikin silently made the request of the spirit, who answered back in a voiceless warmth. Gradually Lariniza slid deeper into Carlan’s mind, carefully blanketing his brain. The boy’s face lit with wonder. Slowly, he turned his face toward his parents.
‘Papa?’
His little hands reached out. Half laughing, Varagin knelt and grasped his son. Leshe hurried down beside him.
‘Carlan, can you see us?’ she asked.