And Kithan knew it: those unhuman eyes took on a consciousness of power, and a smug amusement.
And if it is not Roh who gives the orders, Kithan said, if it is Hetharu, what shall I say, Man?
I do not know, Vanye said. But a father-slayer will hardly stick at brother-killing; and he will share nothing with you... not unless he loves you well. Do you think that is so, Kithan Bydarras son?
Kithan considered it, and the smugness faded rapidly.
How well, Kithan asked, scowling, does your cousin love you?
I will serve him, Vanye answered, finding the words strange to his lips. I am an ilin now without a master; and we are of Andur-Kursh, he and I... you do not understand, but it means that Roh will take me with him, and I will serve him as his right hand; and that is something he cannot find elsewhere. I need you, my lord Kithan, and you know it; I need you to set myself at Rohs side, and you know that you can destroy me with an ill-placed word. But likewise you need meelse you will have to deal with Hetharu; and you know that I bear Hetharu a grudge. You do not love him. Stand by me; and I will give you Hetharu, even if it takes time.
Kithan considered, his lips a thin line. Aye, he said, I do follow your reasoning. But, Nhi Vanye, there are two men of mine that may undo it all.
Vanye recalled that, the house guards that had fled, that added a fresh weight of apprehension to his mind; he shrugged. We cannot amend that. It is a large camp. If I were in the place of such men, I would not rush to authority and boast that I had deserted my lord.
Are you not doing so now? Kithan asked.
Heat flamed in his face. Yes, he admitted hoarsely. By her leave; but those are details Roh need not know... only that Ohtij-in has fallen, and that we are escaped from it.
Kithan considered that a moment I will help you, he said. Perhaps my word can bring you to your cousin. Seeing Hetharu discomfited will be pleasure enough to reward me.
Vanye stared at him, weighing the truth behind that cynical gaze, and looked questioningly also at Jhirun, past whom they had been talking. She looked afraid in that reckoning, as if she, a peasant, knew her worth in the affairs of lords who strove for power.
Jhirun? he questioned her.
I want to live, she said. He looked into the fierceness of that determination and doubted, suddenly; perhaps she saw it, for her lips tightened. I will stay with you, she said then.
Tears shone in her eyes, of pain or fear or what other cause he did not know, nor spare further thought to wonder. He had no care for either of them, Myya nor halfling lord, only so they did not ruin him. His mind was already racing apace, to the encamped thousands that lay ahead, beginning to plot what approach they might make so that none would slay them out of hand.
Whatever their need for haste, it could be measured by the fact that none of the horde that followed Roh had yet begun to move: the watchfires still glowed in the murky beginnings of dawn. It was best, he thought, to ride in slowly, as many a party must have done, come to join the movement that flowed toward the Welclass="underline" anxiously he measured the rising light against the distance to the far edge of the fires, and liked not the reckoning. They could not make it all before the light showed them for the ill-assorted companions they were. But there was no other course that promised better.
Soon they rode out of the ruin altogether, and among the stumps of young trees, saplings that had been hewn off the beginning slope of the mountainfor shelters, or to feed the fires of the camp. And soon enough they rode within scent of cookfires, and the sound of voices.
Sentries started from their posts, seizing up spears and advancing on them. Vanye kept riding at a steady pace, the others with him; and when they had come close in the dim light, the sentriesdark-haired Menstood confused by the sight of them and backed away, making no challenge. Perhaps it was the presence of Kithan, Vanye thought, resisting the temptation to look back; or perhapsthe thought came to him with peculiar ironyit was himself, cousin to Roh, similar in arms and even in mount, for the two horses, Rohs mare and his gelding, were of the same hold and breeding.
They entered the camp, that sprawled in disorder on either side of the paved road. At a leisurely pace they rode past the wretched Shiua, who huddled drowsing by their fires, or looked up and stared with furtive curiosity at what passed them in the dawning.
We must find the Well, Vanye observed softly; I trust that is where we will find Roh.
Roads-end, answered Kithan, and nodded toward the way ahead, that began to wind up to the shoulder of the mountains. The Old Ones built high.
Somewhere a horn sounded, thin and far, a lonely sound off the mountain-slopes. Over and over it sounded, sending the echoes tumbling off the valley walls; and about them the camp began to stir. Voices began to be heard, strained with excitement; fires began to be extinguished, sending up plumes of smoke.
Jhirun looked from one side to the other in apprehension. They are beginning to move, she said. Lord, surely the Well is open, and they are beginning to move.
It was true: everywhere men were stripping shelters and gathering their meager belongings; children were crying and animals were bawling in alarm and disturbance. In moments, those lightest burdened had begun to seek the road, pouring out onto that way that led them to the Well.
Rohs gift, Vanye thought, his heart pained for the treason he felt, his human soul torn by the sight of the overburdened folk about him, that edged from the path of their horses. Morgaine would have doomed them; but they were going to live.
He came, to bow at Rohs feetand one day to kill him; and by that, to betray these folk: he saw himself, an evil presence gently threading his way among them, whose faces were set in a delirious and desperate hope.
He served Morgaine.
There was at least a time you chose for yourself, she had said.
Thee will not appoint thyself my conscience, Nhi Vanye. Thee is not qualified.
He began to know.
With a grimace of pain he laid spurs and the reins ends to the black gelding, startling Shiua peasants from his path, frightened folk yielding to him and his two companions, that held close behind him. Faces tore away in the dim light before him, stark with fear and dismay.
The road wound steeply upward. An archway rose athwart it, massive and strange. They passed beneath, passed through the vanguard of the human masses that toiled up the heights, and suddenly rode upon forces of qujal, demon-helmed and bristling with lances, whose women rode with them, pale-haired ladies in glittering cloaks, and, very few among them, a cluster of pale, grave-eyed children, who stared at the intrusion with the sober mien of their elders.
A band of qujal amid that mass reined themselves across the road, where its turning made passage difficult, with a dizzying plunge into depths on the right hand. Authority was among them, bare-headed, white hair streaming in the wind; and his men ranged themselves before him.
Vanye reined back and reached for his sword. No, Kithan said at once. They are Sotharra. They will not stop us.
Uneasily Vanye conceded the approach to Kithan, rode at his shoulder and with Jhirun at his own rein hand, as they drew to a slow halt before the halflings, with levelled pikes all about them.
Little Kithan had to say to them: a handful of words, of which one was Ohtij-in and another was Roh and another was Kithans own name; and the Sotharra lord straightened in his saddle, and reined aside, the pikes of his men-at-arms flourishing up and away.
But when they had ridden through, the Sotharra rode behind them at their pace; and Vanye ill-liked it, though it gave them passage through the other masses of halflings that rode the winding ascent. Hereafter was no retreat: he was committed to the hands of qujal, to trust Kithan, who could say what he wished to them.