The Seventh Tower - The Violet Keystone Part 7
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"Fit in the envelope? What is an envelope? Something like those metal buckets?"
"Not at all," replied Ebbitt. "An envelope is what you put a letter in. An appropriate envelope, depending on the letter. A formal response to an invitation, for example, should be placed inside a square envelope that is either the color of your order, or white, if seeking to depress pretension--"
"Ebbitt!" snapped Milla. "What is this envelope we can travel in?"
"Oh, that is an envelope of Light Magic. Otherwise we would get scalded by the steam. It is an invention of my own. I suppose it could be called a caul, or a second skin, or a container, or a shroud, though that is rather morbid..."
Ebbitt's voice trailed off into a mutter and he started counting on his fingers, enumerating all the things you could call this envelope of magic he used to travel by steam.
"Perhaps we should try to find some other way," said Milla to Saylsen and Malen. "Graile? Do you know what Ebbitt means? And if we can get out to Red Five we could get to the Violet levels from there, surely?"
Graile was half asleep again, but she opened her eyes as Milla spoke and answered softly, "I don't know exactly what Ebbitt means, but I presume he has found some way to travel through the heating system of the Castle. There are steam pipes that carry steam from the depths throughout the Castle. But yes, if you can get out to the Red levels, there are many ways from there to the Violet levels."
"But not as quickly as by steam," interrupted Ebbitt. "You would have to fight every stretch of the way through Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo. By steam, we would be in Violet in a matter of minutes. Oh, dark take it, I've lost my count. Where was I? Yes, forty-three, a sac, forty-four, a paldroon..."
"I suppose we will have to chance this steam pa.s.sage," sighed Milla. "I will go, of course, and Malen, you had best come with me. That leaves one to choose. Perhaps Graile..."
But Graile was asleep again, slumped against her Spiritshadow, which had folded one dark wing over her as if she were a chick to be sheltered.
"No. She is still too weak," Milla answered herself.
"I will come, War-Chief," said Saylsen. Milla shook her head. Even though Saylsen had said nothing, Milla was sure from her slightly odd posture that the locomotor hand had broken some of the s.h.i.+eld Mother's ribs, if not inflicted more serious injuries.
"No. I need you to lead the others back to the main host and a.s.sume command. I think... Jarek."
"War-Chief--" Saylsen began, but Milla cut her off with a sign.
"We will face the strongest Light Magic," she said. "Jarek can survive it, as we have seen."
"He is a Wilder, War-Chief," warned Saylsen, ignoring Milla's attempt to cut her off. "If the fury takes him, you might not be able to steer him straight. It were best I come with you instead."
Milla met the s.h.i.+eld Mother's fierce gaze and tried to look commanding. But was Saylsen right? Someone had to lead the others back, and Milla was sure Saylsen needed to have her ribs bandaged, or perhaps even to be taken back out to the Crones waiting in the heatways.
"I have spoken," she said finally. "You will lead the others back. I will take Malen and Jarek with me."
For a moment, Milla thought Saylsen would refuse, and she wondered what she could do about it. Then the s.h.i.+eld Mother dropped her gaze and clapped her fists.
"As the War-Chief wills," she said. "We will hurry, and I will join the host. We will meet again in the Violet levels, as soon as may be."
"Malen?" asked Milla, to be sure the Crone--and all the other Crones--would not object to this plan.
Malen's eyes clouded for a moment, making contact. Then she shook her head, rather dispiritedly. She had not been the same since she had been cut off from the group consciousness of the Crones earlier. Some vital spark of life appeared to have gone out of her.
"You are War-Chief," Malen said shortly and clapped her fists. "You will be unfettered by my counsel."
"Jarek?" asked Milla, raising her voice. "I want you to come with me."
Jarek strode through the s.h.i.+eld Maidens, standing out head and shoulders above them all, his strange blue skin glistening in the light from Milla's Sunstone.
The Wilder had finally come out of his post-fury state. He stopped in front of Milla, towering above her, and clapped his fists together. He did not speak, but simply nodded very slowly to indicate that he had heard and would obey.
"Good hunting," said Saylsen and she clapped her fists again, before leading the remaining s.h.i.+eld Maidens and hunters down the steps. Each of them clapped his or her fists as they pa.s.sed Milla, and she answered in kind. The last two helped Graile up, her Spiritshadow flitting backward and forward behind her.
Graile weakly gave light from her Sunstone to Milla.
"May the Light protect you," she said. "If... if you should meet up with Tal, tell him that he has my love, trust, and hope. May we all meet again, under the Veil."
"That is also my wish," said Milla. "We will do everything we can to secure the Veil."
"Farewell, Uncle," Graile added as she started down the stairs. But Ebbitt didn't hear her. He was in a world of his own, mumbling and counting, until Milla tapped him on the shoulder.
"We are ready," she said. "Take us to the steam and the Violet levels."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
For once Ebbitt was right about where they were. He led Milla and the others farther along the pa.s.sage that ended in a small room totally dominated by a large metal door, with a wheel set in the middle of it.
"Here we are, here we are," declared Ebbitt. "Gather close, everyone, gather close. No, closer still, please, Master Blue. Odris, you do not need to join us. Steam does not hurt shadows."
Jarek did not seem displeased by being called Master Blue, Milla was relieved to see. They all cl.u.s.tered close around Ebbitt. When they'd finished shuffling and were all practically shoulder to shoulder, the old Chosen raised his hand, and the Sunstone ring on his finger suddenly shone with a pure indigo light.
"One, two, around Master Blue," chanted Ebbitt, moving his hand in a complex gesture, a trail of light following the motion. "Three, four, can't take any more."
Milla watched with interest as Ebbitt used the light like a weaver would a shuttle, building up threads of light into a solid cloth that wrapped all around the four of them. It extended under their feet, too, and finished with Ebbitt bringing it in over the top as well.
"Walk with me, stay near," ordered Ebbitt. He shuffled toward the metal door. Then he pushed his hands against the indigo light that surrounded them, and it stretched out without breaking, giving Ebbitt indigo mittens. He turned the wheel, but did not open the door, looking to his Spiritshadow.
It looked back, then slowly slipped under the door. This was not made of the golden metal, Milla observed, for that was impervious to shadows, and there was no crack between floor and door. It was merely iron or something similar.
The feline Spiritshadow did not return for a minute or two. Ebbitt tapped his foot impatiently and whistled through his teeth. Finally the Spiritshadow slipped back out and nodded its great maned head.
Ebbitt opened the door, and steam poured out all over them. The three Icecarls started, but the steam was repelled by the indigo light, splas.h.i.+ng harmlessly around them.
Beyond the door, Milla could just see a deep shaft, filled with steam. Obviously this was one of the risers Ebbitt had mentioned.
"In step now," said Ebbitt. "Don't think we'll fall, because we have a very pretty floor."
He stepped off with the others shuffling behind. For an instant, he looked like he would fall, despite his words, with the indigo light giving way under his feet. But it simply bounced a little and supported both him and the others as they followed him into the shaft. The two Spiritshadows slid along the wall and then slowly slipped through the envelope of light that surrounded Ebbitt and the Icecarls.
"It tickles," giggled Odris as she rose up next to Milla. "Tickly light."
"Great gouts of steam," muttered Ebbitt as he shuffled around and closed the door behind them, the indigo light still wrapping his hands when he pushed against it. "Huge great gusts of great steam. That's what we want."
Nothing happened for another minute.
"Gigantic gusts," said Ebbitt hopefully. "Super surges. Gales. Hurricanoes."
Still nothing happened.
"What is wrong with the stupid steam system!" Ebbitt shouted. He knelt down and put his ear to the glowing floor of light. "Come, steam! Come!"
Milla opened her mouth to ask Ebbitt what he was doing, but before she could speak, a t.i.tanic force hit the envelope and threw them all against the walls and floor as they accelerated at a speed none of the Icecarls could have imagined. Desperately, they clung to one another and tried to get upright again, as the envelope rocketed up.
"Steam, glorious steam, there's nothing quite white as it," sang Ebbitt. Then he started counting very loudly.
It was hard to hear him, with the roar of the steam and the whoosh the envelope made as they went faster and faster and faster. Milla began to worry that they would collide with something at the very top of the shaft and be splintered into pieces, like an ices.h.i.+p running into a rock under full sail.
As Ebbitt counted, "Sixty!" he grabbed the indigo wall in front of him and pulled it in as hard as he could, to let the steam that had propelled them rush past the envelope. At the same time, his Spiritshadow sunk its rear claws into the floor and reached out through the light to sink its front claws into the stone wall of the shaft. With a terrible bone-tingling screech the envelope skidded to a halt, with everyone ending up tumbled together on the floor.
"Perfect!" declared Ebbitt proudly as he crawled out from under Milla and Malen. He reached across, the light stretching around his hands, and grasped the locking wheel of another door. "Violet One, as promised."
"Stand ready!" ordered Milla sharply as Ebbitt spun the wheel. She raised her hand and the Talon started to glow with its harsh red-gold light. Jarek unwound his chain. Malen stepped behind them.
Steam spiraled out as they left the riser and stepped out into an antechamber with a corridor beyond. Ebbitt slammed the door behind them, spun the wheel, then waited a few seconds for the steam to dissipate before dismissing the protective envelope with a pulse of multicolored light from his Sunstone.
There was no sign of any Chosen or Underfolk. Jarek went to the corner and looked out cautiously, then signed that there were no enemies in sight.
"Right here," said Ebbitt. He pointed left with his right hand, then he used his left hand to pick up his right hand and point it right. "That way."
"Lead on, Jarek," ordered Milla.
"This will take us to the Grand Parade," said Ebbitt. "From there we can get to the Audience Chamber and Milla can open the doors for us."
Milla nodded. She didn't ask Ebbitt why she would have to open the doors. It was better not to ask. He would probably want her to sweep the floor next.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
"A blue monster," added Adras.
Tal and Crow huddled down behind the bodies and Adras slid to the wall, as they watched a huge, manlike creature come cautiously around the bend in the Grand Parade. He was bright blue and had s.h.i.+mmering, metallic legs. He carried what looked like a chain in his hand.
"What is it?" asked Tal.
Crow stood up. He seemed nervous, but in a strange way.
"Jarek!" he called. "We're friends."
"What are you doing?" hissed Tal. He felt a momentary panic. This was where Crow betrayed him. He had to do something before Someone else came around the bend, following the blue man. Tal started in recognition, forgetting all thoughts of Crow and his possible treachery. He'd know that white-blond hair anywhere, even if it was topped by something that looked like a crown. That was part of being War-Chief of the Icecarls, he supposed.
He was about to stand up and shout "Milla!" when a shadow flashed past him, bellowing like thunder, his arms spread wide.
"Odris!"
This shout was met with the cry of "Adras!" and an answering shadow leaped into the air from behind Milla. The two of them met halfway, with a clap of thunder that shook the mirror on the floor again and made both Tal and Milla wince as they shared the shock of the Storm Shepherds' meeting.
Shouting "Milla!" after that seemed a bit pointless. Instead Tal got up slowly and walked forward. He felt strangely nervous. He hadn't seen Milla since they'd parted company down in the Underfolk levels, he to climb the Red Tower again and she to go to the Ice. An awful lot had happened since then. To both of them, it seemed.
To make matters worse, Tal realized he had never really been sure whether they were friends or not. They had been comrades in adversity, but had also fought and troubled each other a lot. What was going to happen now? Maybe Milla still wanted to kill him, as she had when they'd first met...
Milla was thinking similar thoughts as she watched Tal approach. She wasn't certain of her own feelings. There was a familiar irritation at the sight of him, but that was coupled with a relief that he was still alive and looked unscathed from the Hall of Nightmares.
They met in the middle of the corridor, ignoring their two Spiritshadows, who were still spinning around and chasing each other up and down the corridor in sheer joy.
"Milla," said Tal, and stopped.
"Tal," replied Milla.
A heavy silence fell between them, then both spoke at once.
"I'm glad you're alive," said Tal.
"I met your mother," said Milla.
"My mother! Is she all right? I wasn't sure if the antidote--"
"She is weak, but well, and under our protection down in the conquered levels. She sends you her love and knows you will do what must be done."
"Sus.h.i.+n has the Violet Keystone--my half, I mean," said Tal hurriedly. It seemed easier to talk about that than anything personal. "He will use it to destroy the Veil. We have to stop him."
"We know," said Milla, with that calm, confident tone that always annoyed him. "That's why we're here. Where is Sus.h.i.+n?"
"Um, I don't know," replied Tal awkwardly. "We only just got here. But he's opened up the Audience Chamber and probably got into the Violet Tower already, so we have to hurry."
"Then why are we standing and talking?" snapped Milla. She turned back and shouted, "Hurry up!"
She pushed past Tal and strode down toward the open doors.
The enormous blue man who had stood behind her looked at Tal, a look that scared and shook him. There was madness deep in his eyes, and Tal knew it could erupt into full force at any time.
"You must be Jarek," he said weakly and clapped his fists together. "I'm Tal. I'm a... sort of honorary Far-Raider..."
Jarek did not return the greeting, but continued after Milla.
Tal was just about to follow him in turn when he saw Ebbitt and another Icecarl, a young woman who must have been some sort of apprentice Crone or something. She had Crone robes on, anyway, though her eyes were a remarkably bright blue.
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