Duane, Diane - Middle Kingdoms 02 - The Door Into Shadow

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THE DOOR INTO SHADOW

DIANE DUANE

The Wound is healed

by the sword that deals it;

the heart is knit

by the pain that breaks it;

the life is made whole

by the death that starts it;

the death is made whole

by the life that ends it.

(Hamartics, 186)

Four lands hemmed in by mountain and waste and the Sea—those were the Middle Kingdoms: and the greatest of them, Arlen and Darthen, were in peril

of destruction. For seven years Arlen's throne had been empty of the royalty needed to keep the land fertile and the people at peace. And Darthen

suffered as a result of Arlen's lack, for the Two Lands were bound together by oaths of friendship and by joint maintenance of the royal sorceries that

kept their lands safe from the ever-present menace of the Shadow.

In those days there appeared a man with the blue Fire—not just the spark of Flame that every man and woman possesses, but enough to channel and

use to change the world around him. His lover was the child of Arlen's last king, heir to his usurped throne. In the Firebearer's relationship to Freelorn,

King Ferrant's son, many later saw the Goddess's hand. She had been working quietly, so as not to alarm Her old adversary the Shadow.

Her hand seemed visible elsewhere too. Freelorn had taken com-panions with him into his exile. They lived as outlaws and bandits, stealing what they

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needed when they had to—though none of their hearts were in it. One of them in particular would certainly have been elsewhere, if she had had a

choice. Swordswoman and sorcer-ess, trained in the Silent Precincts and in every other place in the Kingdoms that dealt in the use and mastery of the

blue Fire that some women bear, Segnbora d'Welcaen tai-Enraesi was a spectacu-lar and expensive failure. She had the Fire in prodigious quantity, and

couldn't focus it. On her way home from one more school that couldn't do anything for her, chance threw her together with Free-lorn's people one night.

Bitterly frustrated with what seemed a wasted life, desperately needing something useful to do, Segnbora swore fealty that night to the rightful heir of the

Arlene throne, and fled with him and his people into the eastern Waste where Free-lorn's loved, Herewiss, awaited him.

The children of House tai-Enraesi traditionally had a talent for getting themselves into dangerous situations. There in the Waste, in an ancient pile built

by no human hand—a fortress rising gray and bizarre out of the empty land, skewed and blind-walled and omi-nous—she started wondering whether

even the tai-Enraesi luck would do her any good. There were stories about this place, about soul-eating monsters that guarded innumerable doors into

Other-wheres. Even the mildest of the stories were gruesome. Fear gripped her, but her oath gripped her harder. She stayed with Freelorn and his

people.

And there in the Hold, fulfilling her fears, the stories she had heard came true—even the one of how nothing good would come out of this terrible place

until (ridiculous improbability) a male should focus his Fire.

On the night Herewiss declared his intention to use his newly gained Fire to replace Freelorn on his throne, Segnbora lay in the darkness and considered

the old rede that spoke of her family's luck. That luck would run out some day, when the last of her line died by his or her own hand, in a time of ice and

darkness. But that hardly had anything to do with her. She wasn't the last of the tai-Enraesi, and anyway her luck was holding splendidly. She would be

riding out of here with three good friends, a sometime lover, a prince about to retake his throne, a fire elemental, and the first man in a thousand years to

focus his Fire. So maybe, maybe just this once, everything was going to turn out all right. . . .

One

Sirronde stared at the Goddess. "Are You saying, then, that You were wrong to make heroes?"

"Indeed not," She said. "But I should have warned them— if you save the world too often, it starts to expect it."

Tales of the Darthene South, book iv, 29

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When she was studying in the Silent Precincts, the Rodmis-tresses had warned her: If you're going to look for meaning in a dream, first

make sure it's your own. Any sensitive is most sensitive in her sleep; and others' dreams can draw you in and fool you. Now, therefore,

Segnbora held quite still in her sleep so as not to disturb whoever else was dreaming the landscape into which she had stumbled. It wasn't

often, after all, that one was privileged to see the Universe being created. The Maiden was working, as She always is, while the other two

Persons of the Goddess, the Mother and the Eldest, looked on. Young and fair and preoccupied was the Maiden, as She worked elbow-

deep in stars and flesh and dirt. She was so delighted with the wild diversity of Her creation that She never noticed the Mother and the

Eldest desperately trying to get Her attention. They saw what she did not: the shapeless, lurking hunger that hid in the darkness at the

Universe's borders.

Finally the Maiden, satisfied that Her world was complete, cried out the irrevocable Word that started life running on its own and sealed

the Universe against any subtractions. And the instant She had done so, Death stood up from where it had been hiding, and laughed at

Her.

She had locked the doors of the world, and had locked Death in. Slowly it would suck the Universe dry of life, and She could not prevent

it. Nor could She prevent Death's dark-ness from casting shadows sideways from Her light—rogue aspects of Her, darksides, bent on

destroying more swiftly what was already doomed. The Maiden was grief-stricken, and took counsel with Her otherselves to find some

way to

combat death. Among Them, They invented first the heart's love, and then the body's—lying down together in the manner of woman with

woman, and becoming with child.

The Maiden, becoming the Mother now, brought forth twins—sons, or daughters, or daughter and son; the ambiva-lence of the dream

made the Firstborn seem all of these at once. Swiftly They grew, and discovered Love in Their Mother's arms—then turned to one another

and discovered it anew. But in the midst of Their bliss, surrounded by the blue Fire that was Their Mother's gift and Their pride, the Death

stood up again. It entered one of the Lovers and taught that one jealousy.

The shadowed Lover slew the innocent One—and in the same act destroyed Its own Fire, which had been bound by love to the Other's.

Cursing, the Dark Lover fled in a rage into the outer darkness, where It would reenact Its murder and loss and bereavement for as long as

the Universe should last. It was not a Lover anymore, but the Shadow.

In the dream Segnbora wept, knowing all along what was going to happen. She knew that mortals would be reenacting this tragedy in their

own lives forever. The dream broke, then, and gradually re-formed as an image in water does when a stone is. thrown in,.

She saw a scene skewed sideways, as if her head rested on someone's shoulder. Much of the great room where she stood was dark, but

in her hand—which had become a man's hand —she held a core of blinding white light, wreathed all about with flames as blue as summer

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sky. Herewiss, she realized. Last night.

His weariness was so terrible he could barely stand. He had banished the hralcins, the soul-eaters,, yet he was too tired to exult in. the

focus he had forged,—the unfinished sword he would call Khavrinen. He was the first man in a thousand years to focus the Fire, and, he

knew what, difficulties lay ahead. The Shadow would, not long tolerate him, or any man who enjoyed the Power It, had cast. away. It would

deal with him quickly; before the Goddess had time, through him, to consolidate newly regained, ground.

We must move man quickly, then, the dream said. For look wha

the Shadow has planned. Segnbora shuddered in her sleep at the sight of a whole valley suddenly buried under mountains that had

formerly stood above it. Dead, a voice said soundlessly. She's dead. Snow whirled wildly down onto a battlefield, turn-ing red as soon

as it fell. Monsters gnawed the dead. Else-where a wave of blackness came rolling down out of murky heights, crashed down onto a

leaping, threatening fire, and smothered it.

The air was thick with the feel of ancient sorceries falling apart, fraying. Grass forgot how to grow. Grain rotted on the stalk and fruit on the

bough. Plague downed beasts and peo-ple alike, leaving their blackened corpses to lie splitting in the sun. Even the scavenger birds

sickened and died of what they « ate. It was happening. The royal magics were failing. If they weakened enough to let the Shadow fully

into this world, into Bluepeak, this was what would happen.

The soundless voice of the dream spoke urgently. Freelorn must see to the Royal Bindings quickly. This is his job, he's the Lion's Child

and heir to Arlen. Go with him, Herewiss, in the full of your Power. Use the Fire to the utmost. He'll need assistance.

But I just got the Fire, Herewiss said, terrified. It takes time to master it.

There is no time. What must be done needs doing now. The Other is coming.

And she could feel it, that throbbing of hatred in the back-ground, getting stronger by the minute. As she watched, the sky grew dark. The

snow blasted about them, in that place to which they would have to go to reinforce the Royal Bindings. Herewiss's Fire, for so long a blaze

within him, was now faint under a blanket of oppressive power. Just in front of him, Freelorn started to stand up. The whole dream focused

then on the sight of Freelorn's back, with a three-barbed, razor-sharp Reaver arrow standing out of it.

Sagging, Lorn sunk back slowly against Herewiss. Then there was a deeper darkness, and the two of them stood to-gether before a

Door in which burned the stars that would never go out. Freelorn, his face in shadow, was pulling his hand gently out of Herewiss's

grasp, turning away toward death's Door . . .

No!

Do what you must to come to the full of your Power. There's no time! Her voice was almost frightened. Herewiss had never be-lieved She

could sound that way.

But if I do—and we get there—then Lorn—

It must not be prevented.

But—

You must not attempt to prevent it!

/—

Hurry!

NO!!

The scream tore through her throat as she sat bolt upright in the bedroll, sweating—still seeing against the darkness the long ruinous fall of

an entire mountain, still hearing the crash of it, first note in a song of disaster.

In the great main hall of the old Hold, people fumbled frantically for their swords—the memory of the hralcins' sud-den arrival the night

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before was very fresh. The fire in the firepit rose up too, putting several broad curves of flame over the edge and leaning anxiously out to

see what was the mat-ter. As a fire elemental, Sunspark had not had much experi-ence with fear, but after last night it was apparently taking

no chances.

Segnbora lifted a hand to her pounding head and found that she was holding her sword, Charriselm. Evidently she had drawn it while she

was still half-sleeping. Beside her in the bedroll, blond Lang was still blanket-wrapped, but neverthe-less he had found his graceknife in a

hurry. Lying propped on one elbow with the knife in one ham of a hand, he blinked at her like an anxious owl. A few feet away, big swarthy

Dritt and lanky Moris were sitting up back to back, looking as panicked as Segnbora felt. On the other side of the firepit, Harald was

attempting simultaneously to string his bow and brush the brown hair out of his eyes. All of these looked at Segnbora as if they thought she

was crazy.

"A bad dream?" Lang said.

She nodded, sliding Charriselm back into its sheath and looking across the room toward the firepit and the bedrolls laid down there.

Herewiss was sitting up, bracing himself with one hand, rubbing his eyes with the other. He took the hand away from his face, and

Segnbora was shocked to see his terrified expres-sion. Lorn was holding Herewiss tight and peering worriedly into his face. Under other

circumstances it could have been a touching and humorous sight — the little, dark-mustachioed, fierce-eyed man comforting someone

who, judged by his slim hard build and shoulder musculature, might have been the village blacksmith.

"Are you all right? What happened?" "It was a dream," Herewiss said, his voice anguished. "Shh, it's all right."

"No, it's not." Herewiss rubbed his eyes again, then glanced around him with frightened determination. He started searching in the

blankets for his clothes. "We've got to go." "What?"

"We have to hurry."

Herewiss grabbed one bunched-up blanket and impatiently shook it. A sword fell out and clattered to the floor — a hand-and-a-half

broadsword of gray steel that would have seemed of ordinary make except for the odd blue sheen about it. He reached out for it, and at

his touch his Power ran down the blade: blinding blue Fire, twisting and flurrying about as if in bright reflection of his distress.

"It was — there was — the mountain fell down, just like that. And there were thousands of Fyrd, and bigger monsters too — and a wave

came down over everything, and Sunspark went out — " (I did not!)

"Loved, slow down so I can understand what the Dark you're talking about — "

"So much for a whole night's sleep," Lang muttered under his breath. Putting his knife away under the rolled-up cloak

that was serving them as pillow, he lay down again. "Wake me up when they're finished?"

"If necessary," Segnbora said, rubbing his shoulder ab-sently. The gesture was more for her comfort than for his.

Her underhearing was wide awake, bringing her the hot cop-

pery blood-taste of Herewiss's fright as if it were her own. Herewiss was talking fast. He had yanked a shirt out of the

blankets and was struggling into it, while in his lap Kh^vrinen kept on blazing like a torch.

"It's angry as anything," he was saying. "And It's going to work the worst mischief It can, by putting pressure on the Royal Bindings that

have been keeping It in check." He started feeling around for his britches. "For seven years no one's reinforced the Arlene half of those

Bindings, and they're wearing thin—"

Freelorn glanced away from Herewiss. Segnbora put her hands behind her and leaned back, closing her eyes and brac-ing herself against

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THEDOORINTOSHADOWTHEDOORINTOSHADOWDIANEDUANETheWoundishealedbytheswordthatdealsit;theheartisknitbythepainthatbreaksit;thelifeismadewholebythedeaththatstartsit;thedeathismadewholebythelifethatendsit.(Hamartics,186)FourlandshemmedinbymountainandwasteandtheSea—thoseweretheMiddleKingdoms:andthegreatesto...

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