"Douglass, Sara - Axis Trilogy 1 - Battleaxe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Douglass Sara)

Both Yr and Faraday turned to look at the spot in the tree line where Jack's eyes were riveted. "A Bane," Yr whispered, awed. Faraday stared at the trees, but for a long moment she could see nothing. Then, just as her eyes adjusted to the shadows between the trees, a man, carrying a small child, walked into the cold daylight of the clearing.
Timozel was trapped again in his dream, trapped before the slowly opening door. He finally managed to force his hand from the door latch lest the opening door pull him precipitously into the room beyond. Tlie person — the creature - who was opening the door was standing behind it, and all Timozel could see was his shadow stretching across the ice floor of the room beyond. Even the ill-defined shape of the shadow was ghastly enough for Timozel to finally urrench his mind from the power that held him and escape once more.
The Bane and the Child Faraday shifted a little closer to Yr. "Who are they?" she whispered.
"Shhh!" Yr hushed, and stepped up to stand beside Jack as he stood, staff in hand.
Faraday looked back to the man and child. The man was of an indeterminate age, a little shorter than Jack, about her own height, and very muscular with smooth olive skin and dark brown hair waving down about his neck. He wore a short woven tunic with a subtle pattern around its hem that Faraday could not quite make out and brown leggings underneath that. His face was broad, open and peculiarly formed with a wide, almost lumpy, forehead above a long aquiline nose, high cheekbones and a thin mobile mouth. Of all his features, however, it was his eyes that demanded most attention; they were so dark as to be almost black, deep liquid pools that appeared to have witnessed both great tragedy and indescribable joy. He was one of the most compelling people Faraday had ever seen, with a wild, alien air about him that almost vibrated. The child was very young, no more than a toddler. She was of the same race as the man who carried her, curly brown hair above a similarly structured face and black eyes. She smiled happily at the group before her as the man stopped some five or six paces from them. At this distance Faraday could see that the subtle pattern around the hem of his tunic was of leaping deer.
The man's eyes were disturbed as they shifted between the three. He opened his mouth to speak, but both Jack and Yr stopped him as they bowed deeply. Yr placed the heels of both her hands on her forehead as she bowed, but Jack, encumbered with his staff, placed only the heel of his left hand on his brow. "Bane," they said simultaneously in strong, clear voices, "we honour you and yours. May you always find shade to rest in, and may the paths to the Sacred Grove remain always open to your feet."
The man was surprised by the formal greeting, but he visibly rocked with astonishment when Jack and Yr both stood straight again; their eyes glowed softly emerald and sapphire. He placed the child gently on the ground and bowed low before them, his hands over his eyes and forehead. "Sentinels. I greet you with honour." He straightened and dropped his hands, his eyes unreadable. He sighed. "And with mixed relief and fear. Your presence before the Mother confirms to me and to mine that the Prophecy has indeed awakened." His eyes shifted to Faraday questioningly.
She stared at the Bane. She could easily understand him, although his accents were strange.
Jack's voice sounded instantly in her head. All three races once lived together in Tencendor, Faraday, and all three still speak the same language.
As Faraday hesitated Yr shot her a sharp glance from the corner of her eyes and Faraday started a little. She was being rude. She bowed low and in the same manner as Jack and Yr had, trying to repeat their greeting exactly. Then she straightened and let her hands fall to her sides. "My name is Faraday, daughter of Earl Isend of Skarabost."
The man frowned. She was a Plains Dweller and her presence before the Mother troubled him. But she accompanied the Sentinels. "Faraday, I greet you and welcome you before the Mother."
The girl-child was clinging to the man's legs and he picked her up again. "The child's name is Shra," he said, "and I am Raum, of the GhostTree Clan." Jack and Yr introduced themselves and then Jack motioned at the ground.
"Bane Raum, may we sit? We have been climbing into this valley for most of the day and our legs ache. We would have words with you."
Raum nodded and they sat down in a circle, Jack, Yr and Faraday slipping the packs off their backs. Faraday stretched her back and arms a little, glad to be relieved of the weight. The child Shra stood beside Raum as he sat cross-legged, her small hands holding onto his bended knee for support. She looked immeasurably curious at the presence of these strange visitors.
Jack smiled gently at her, and then looked back at Raum. "Have you presented her to the Mother yet?"
Raum glanced at Faraday again, but then looked back at Jack. "No, Sentinel. We only just arrived. The time will not be right until very early tomorrow morning."
"Good. Raum," Jack hesitated, "Yr and myself have brought Faraday to the Mother for the same purpose. But we are honoured that you are here and would ask that when you present Shra you also present Faraday."
Raum's eyes widened and his nostrils flared in anger. "She is a woman of the Plains! She does not understand the trees! Only the Avar can tread this path! Sentinel, you cannot mean what you ask!"
"Bane, one of your learning must understand the words of the Prophecy, yes?" Raum nodded stiffly. "And the Prophecy has chosen this young woman to serve too. She will serve the Prophecy by serving the trees — we are sure of that. Raum, will you test her? If you do not think she is worthy of this task then we will leave."
Faraday tensed as Raum eyed her angrily. The alien air about him was magnified ten-fold and she clenched her hands to stop them from trembling. Abruptly Raum rose and stepped across the circle to squat before her. He reached out with both his hands and seized her head between them. Faraday went rigid as his powerful hands gripped her. Raum leaned forward until his black, hostile eyes were only inches from her terrified ones. Then she fell into blackness.
She was running, terrified, through an immense forest of trees that towered above her. Something appalling, undefinable, yet so dangerous that Faraday knew it would tear her to pieces if it caught her, chased her through the trees. Tlie thick and crooked black trunks of the forest trees reared angrily from the lichen and leaf-covered soil of the fores (floor, crowding in on Faraday as she ran, reaching out to trip her feet with their cunning twisted roots and snag her shoulders and arms with their sinister boughs until Faraday's white skin was scratched and bleeding. Faraday cried as she ran, desperately trying to find a way through the trees, but as hard and as fast as she ran the forest crowded thicker about her, striving to impede her progress. She could hear the beast that hated her, that wanted to kill her, gaining ground behind her, crashing unobstructed through the trees while she had to fight for every step. "Help me," she sobbed as she ran, but the malicious trees only intensified their efforts to hinder her progress, trying to hold her tight for whatever chased her through their midst. Faraday began to lose her temper, frustration slowly overcoming her fear as she pushed her way between the thick, black forest. Wliy should the trees hinder her and not the one who chased her? "Naughty trees," she muttered angrily, not realising that she had copied Jack's tone when he berated the trees for frightening her during the long Silent Woman Night. "You should help me!" Perhaps they would tell her where she could hide if she asked them. Faraday lurched to a halt beside a massive Whalebone Oak, slapped it as hard as she could in her all-consuming rage, then leaned against it, palms tight against its rough bark. For a moment there was nothing but her rage, but then Faraday recalled how Jack had taught her to listen to the trees of Silent Woman Wood. "Damn you," she muttered, "listen to me now." She deliberately erased all feelings of anger from her heart, and tried to feel the tree's presence through her hands into her heart. For a long moment she concentrated hard, trying to ignore the sounds of her pursuer. Then, finally, just as she was beginning to despair, a tremendous sense of peace engulfed her and she started to hear the tree sing a Song of love and reassurance. Tears slipped out of her eyes, and she humbly apologised to the Whalebone Oak for hitting it in her anger. The sense of danger, of being hunted by some dreadful beast, completely disappeared; there was now no sound but that of the Tree Song. Tlie forest no longer oppressed her; instead it held her and comforted her. A slow smile curved her lips as she felt its love, then she laughed delightedly and opened her eyes.
Raum, his eyes still wide, slowly let her head go and sat back on his heels. Faraday smiled at him in understanding. "It was you who chased me through the forest, wasn't it?"
Raum nodded, bewildered at what he had witnessed. He resumed his seat within the circle and looked at Jack and Yr. "She underwent the same test as do all those of our children who show the promise," he said hesitandy. "And yet we, the Avar, who live so close to the trees, lose so many in the test. All that they are required to do to pass the test is simply to think about asking the trees for help from the danger that threatens them. That is all. And yet we lose so many." Sorrow deepened his voice. "Most die of terror. Most never think about asking the trees for help. Of all that undergo the test in the Avarinheim, only a small number survive to make the trip to the Mother."
"What did Faraday do?" Jack asked, immensely relieved that Faraday had passed the test Raum smiled introspectively. "She stood, even as the danger was closing in on her, and let them sing to her, let them sing the danger away. None of our children have ever done that. Even after a lifetime of training few of our number are ever privileged to hear even a small part of the Tree Song." He paused. "They sang for her. They sang for her," he repeated, still amazed at what had happened. He looked across to Faraday, and his eyes now reflected awe. "What will they do for her once she has been presented to the Mother?"
Trapped again, all Timozel could see was the ghastly shadow stretching across the ice floor of the room beyond. The ill-defined shadow wavered as the creature behind the door stepped out into the light. "Who is it?" a dreadful voice asked. "Who comes to disturb my rest?" Timozel could feel hate oozing out of the creature's mouth along with its words, but he was so mesmerised by the slowly moving shadow that he had no heart to resist the question. "My name is Timozel," he whispered, "and I do not want to be here." Unfortunately, unconsciousness did not save him from the nightmare this time.
Raum fetched a bundle from the trees and unwrapped it to share some of his food with the others. Although Faraday recognised some of the berries and fruits that he offered her, the piece of flat bread that she ate tasted unusual, although not unpleasant. "What is it made from?" she asked.
"It is malfari bread, made not from the grains that you grow on the plains, but from a fibrous tuber we gather in the Avarinheim called malfari. We crush it and dry it and then bake it with herbs and cheese into flat bread. During winter it is the mainstay of our diet."
"The Avarinheim?" Faraday asked puzzled. Shra, her black eyes trusting, tottered over to her and curled up in her lap. Faraday stroked the child's head, but repeated her question. "What is the Avarinheim?"
Jack smiled at the Bane in apology. "Bane, we have had no time nor the opportunity to tell her anything. We have only just found her ourselves. Could you perhaps explain a little about your people, and particularly about yourself and the child and why you are here?"
"Shra and I are of the Avar people." Raum's mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "One of the two races you call the Forbidden. We live in the Avarinheim, the great forest that stretches from the Icescarp Alps to the Fortress Ranges — where your ancestors penned us a thousand years ago in the Wars of the Axe." Faraday's face brightened with embarrassment for her people, but she held Raum's eyes in a steady gaze. "You know the Avarinheim as the Shadowsward, and your Brotherhood of the Seneschal have taught your people to hate and fear it and all those who live within it."
Raum looked about the valley of the Fernbrake Lake, beginning to darken in the dusk light. "Here there stand a few remaining remnants of the Avarinheim, and am told that there still stands a wood around Cauldron Lake." Jack nodded in confirmation. "Those are the last remaining stands of trees that once belonged to the Greater Avarinheim stretched from the Icescarp Alps to Widewall Bay and from the Widowmaker Sea to River Nordra. You and yours have killed much of our home, Faraday of Skarabost."
"Over these last few weeks I have learned that the past has many different interpretations, Raum," she said a little dryly.
Raum continued. "The Avar are a peaceful people, Faraday. We live in as great a harmony with the land as we can — unlike your race, which desecrates and scars and rapes the land for what it can give you, and yet give nothing back. Your Way of the Plough is an abomination, Faraday."
"Enough, Raurn," Yr said softly. "Poor Faraday has not the shoulders to carry the guilt for her entire race."
Raum inclined his head at the Sentinel, but his eyes glinted with anger. "Sometimes, Sentinel Yr, it is hard for us to watch the land we loved and cared for carved up into barrenness under the dreadful ploughshare." He turned back to Faraday and moderated his tone somewhat. "We live in harmony with the land," he repeated, "and with the seasons. We do not try to change or to warp, but to assist both land and seasons as best we can. Of all living things we revere the trees most of all. For us the forest, the Avarinheim, is a living being and we treasure it as we do our own families. Our most sacred rituals are those designed to assist the turn of the seasons and the regeneration of the land and forest. Some among us have the ability to become Banes, or mages, and it is our duty to care for the forest with an even greater dedication than most Avar, and to conduct the rites of land and season."
"And those children you think might have the ability to serve as Banes you put to the test when very young?" Faraday's tone was hard enough to leave no-one in doubt about what she thought about putting children through such a frightful experience.
"Faraday, life is sometimes cruel. We grieve for those children who are lost, for every one of them is precious to us. But without Banes to conduct the rites, the rites would lapse, and then the seasons would falter and the land would die."
"But why so young?" Faraday asked. "Shra cannot be above three."
"It is vital that we bring those children who have passed the test to the Mother to be presented while they are very young, otherwise their talents will not grow as they should."
"Why do you call this lake the Mother, Raum?"
Raum smiled and looked out over the lake. "Because it is said that life originated within this lake. For us, it is very magical. It is the beginning of a Bane's true life."
For a long time no-one said anything. But then Faraday frowned. "Raum? How do you get here? Do you come across the Seagrass Plains of Skarabost?"
Raum nodded. "Every year or so we try to bring several children out to bathe them in the waters of the Mother. But we must travel at night and move as stealthily as we can. We avoid contact with humans. Skarabost is a sparsely populated region and most people remain inside after dark. We are helped in this by a woman of your race who lives with the Icarii. Some years she conies down to help us bring the children through. Because she is of your race she can travel openly with a well-cloaked child or two and attract little comment." He shrugged. "But it is hard. And we have not been able to bring as many children to the Mother as we would have liked. In the best of times we have hardly enough Banes to conduct the rites, but, now, as the seasons begin to fail around us and the land dies underneath its unnatural cover of snow and ice, we do not have the number of Banes to even attempt to halt the rot. Over the past few years, as the danger from the north has grown, we have tried to bring as many children through as we can . . . but it is hard, it is very hard."
Faraday opened her mouth to ask about the woman who lived with the Icarii, but Jack's voice leaped in before she had a chance to speak. "Bane, what do you mean? What has been happening in the Avarinheim?"
"Over the past two years, particularly this past year, the Skraeling wraiths from the northern wastes have been wandering in ever-increasing numbers along the border of the Avarinheim. They do not trouble us much because they still remain afraid of the trees, but it is worrying nevertheless. And, as you can see, the weather dies around us. There has been talk among us and the Icarii that the Prophecy of the Destroyer has awoken; none of us want to believe it...but," despair shone from his eyes, "your presence and words tell me that Gorgrael has indeed been born and that even now he prepares to spread his hatred southward. Tell me, if you can, have you found the StarMan? Will he save us?"
Again Faraday opened her mouth, but Jack silenced her with a hard look. "He still lies trapped within the lies that bind, Bane Raum, and it will be many long seasons before he can ride to Tencendor's defence. All we can do is trust in the wisdom of the Prophecy."
"I fear that the Skraelings, driven by Gorgrael, will launch their major attack through the north of Ichtar this winter, Raum," Yr said quietly. "I doubt if the Acharites alone will stop them. Do you think the Icarii will help?"
Raum massaged his forehead. For a moment Faraday thought she could see two tiny knobs of bone glistening within his hair, but then thought she must have been deceived by the low light.
"Would the Acharites accept their help, Sentinel? Or would they slaughter the Winged Ones before they had a chance to assist?" Raum said finally.
His words made Faraday wonder if perhaps she might have more than one role to play in Gorkenfort.