Worldbinder Part 7

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Unbidden, words came to mind, a cruel voice speaking in a hiss. "Though the world may applaud your slaughter, you will come to know that each of your victories is mine." In his mind's eye, he saw his old enemy Asgaroth upon his fine blood mare, a tall man in black, wrapped in shadows. And once again Fallion felt his s.h.i.+rt tear open, felt the words scrawled upon his chest formed from runes of air, like insects marching over his skin.

Fallion bit his lip. A cold certainty was upon him. The crowds had applauded his slaughter not hours ago, when he'd killed Warlord Hale, but the taste of victory was sour.

Fallion gazed at the tree for a long moment. He felt strange in its presence. It made him want to be a better man, and he recalled hearing its voice earlier, its cry for help. But now there was only a deep silence in his thoughts. It was as if the tree were fast asleep.

He hurried down a back street where cobbles had come out of the road, leaving it pitted and muddy. He ducked into Waggit's hovel, saw Waggit puttering about the hearth, looking here and there, as if trying to decide whether it was time to build a dinner fire. Waggit's endowments had aged him. His hair had gone silver, and it was long and unkempt. He still had the height of a warrior, but the muscles in his chest and shoulders had grown thin and wasted.

He looked up from the hearth, "Fallion!" he said in glee. "You've come home!"



So much had changed over the years, Fallion felt surprised that Waggit even recognized him.

Waggit shouted in glee and danced a step. "It's good to see you, boy!" He leapt across the room, gave Fallion a hug, and burst into tears.

"Good to see you, too, old friend," Fallion said, taking the proffered hug. And it was.

Waggit's summer jacket was worn and old. To Fallion he felt too thin in the ribs.

"Where have you been-" Waggit asked, "off fighting reavers?"

It was ground they had covered only hours ago, but Waggit had already forgotten. "Nothing so grand, I'm afraid," Fallion said. "I went sailing to the Ends of the Earth, to Landesfallen."

"Ah!" Waggit said. "I hope they fed you good." It was the best reply he could come up with. He stood with head c.o.c.ked to one side, as if hoping to be of some help.

"I ate well enough," Fallion said. "Any word of advice today, old friend?"

Waggit peered hard at Fallion with rheumy eyes, his face growing desperate as he tried to recall some tidbit of forgotten lore. His lower lip began to tremble, and he cast his eyes about the room as if searching for something. At last, he merely shrugged, then burst into tears.

Fallion put his arms around the old man. "There now," he said. "You've given me enough wise counsel to last me a lifetime."

"I...can't remember," Waggit said.

"I'll remember for the both of us," Fallion said. He hugged Waggit once more, wondering at the cruelty of forcibles.

Waggit had not been born a fool, he once told Fallion. But he had slipped into an icy creek as a child, while fetching water for his mother, and had nearly drowned. After that, his ability to remember was stolen, and he ended up working the silver mines.

But when the reavers attacked Carris, he had fought them with his pick, actually killing a few. For his courage and strength, he had been granted a few forcibles, and with a few endowments of wit and stamina, had made himself a scholar, one of the wisest in the land.

Now the folk who had granted the endowments, his Dedicates, were all dead, and with their deaths, Waggit's ability to remember had died too, along with the lore that he'd once mastered.

Did my father do well or ill, granting him endowments? Fallion wondered. Would Waggit not have been happier to remain a fool than to gain great wisdom and lose it all?

Fallion fought back his sadness and ducked through a curtain into the cozy room where Talon lay upon a low cot. She had grown too large to fit on it.

Jaz had covered her with a coa.r.s.e blanket, and now he knelt beside her, his shoulders slumped from weariness, so still that he looked as if drawing a breath was almost too great a ch.o.r.e.

"How is she doing?" Fallion asked. "Any change?"

Jaz shook his head slightly.

"There is a chair here in the corner, if you would like it," Fallion offered.

Jaz shrugged. "I know. I was too tired to get up and sit."

Fallion slumped in the chair.

Jaz did not turn. As he gazed at Talon, his face was lined with grief.

"I thought for sure," he said softly, "that when you healed the worlds, we'd get cloudbursts of beer, and the meadows would sprout dancing girls as pretty as any flower...."

"Sorry to disappoint you," Fallion said.

"What's wrong with us? I feel like a burrow bear that's been pulled out of its hole in mid-winter. I just want to sleep for a few more months."

"Jaz, we have to go away," Fallion said. "We have to get out of here, now."

"What do you mean?" Jaz did not move. He looked as if he was too tired to care.

"That rune, it was a trap. The tree was the bait. Once my mind touched the rune, I knew that I had to mend it or die. But it couldn't be mended, not really. It was meant to do only one thing, to bind two shadow worlds into one. I didn't bind all of the worlds into one. I didn't heal anything. I fear I've made things worse."

Jaz nodded almost imperceptibly, as if he couldn't muster the energy to care.

"Jaz, no human sorcerer made that rune. It was beyond the power of any mortal to form. I know who made it: our father's ancient enemy, the Queen of the Loci."

Now Jaz looked at him, c.o.c.king his head just a bit, peering at him from the corner of his eye.

"She's here, Jaz, somewhere. She knows what I've done. She tricked me into doing it."

"Maybe, maybe she was just testing you," Jaz suggested. "Maybe she wanted to see if you really could bind the worlds. If the wizards are right, she was never able to do that. If she'd been able to, she'd have bound all of the worlds together into one, under her control."

"It was a test," Fallion agreed. "But in pa.s.sing it, I failed us all."

Jaz finally drew a deep breath, as if trying to muster the energy to rise.

"Go then, if you must," he said. "I can't leave Talon behind. And we can't let the Queen of the Loci catch you. If she does, we both know what she will try to force you to do-bind the worlds into one, all under her control."

Fallion hesitated. He couldn't bear the thought of leaving Talon, not like this. He wasn't certain what was wrong with her. Perhaps in the melding, her organs had become jumbled up. Perhaps the creature that lay before him had two hearts and only half a lung. He couldn't be certain.

He only knew that in binding the two worlds together, he had not done it perfectly. There had been mistakes, dangerous errors. The vine that had grown through his hand was just one of them, and the stinging pain and the b.l.o.o.d.y bandage that he now wore were constant reminders.

What if I'd tried binding all of the worlds into one? Fallion wondered. What if those little errors had been multiplied a million million times over?

It would have been a catastrophe. I would have destroyed the world.

Maybe that is why the Locus Queen set this trap-to see what would happen if I succeeded.

There was a pitcher of water on the bed stand. Fallion felt thirsty but too tired to take a drink. Still, he knew that his body would need it.

Talon suddenly groaned in her sleep. "Ishna! Ishna! Bolanda ka!" She thrashed from side to side. Her voice was deep and husky.

"What did she say?" Jaz asked.

Fallion shook his head. It was no language that he had ever heard, and he was familiar with several.

He wondered if it were just aimless babbling, the ranting that came with a fevered dream.

Fallion got up, found a towel on the bed stand, and poured some of the cool water from the pitcher onto the towel.

He knelt beside Talon and dabbed her forehead, held the rag there with one hand and touched her cheek with the other, checking for a fever.

She was definitely warm.

He had been holding the rag on her head for all of thirty seconds when her eyes sprang open wide, filled with terror, and she backhanded him.

Fallion went flying as if he'd been kicked by a war horse.

In an instant, Talon sprang to her feet, as if to do battle, knocking Jaz aside. "Wyrmlings!" she shouted, her eyes darting about the room, trying to take everything in.

"Talon, it's okay!" Jaz said. "You're all right! You're with friends."

Talon stood, gasping for breath. At seven feet tall, she dwarfed all of those around her, dwarfed the tiny room. Every muscle in her arms and neck seemed strained, and she took a battle stance. In that moment, she seemed a fearsome warrior, more terrifying than any man that Fallion had ever seen. Her eyes darted about, as if she was trapped in some nightmare. Slowly her vision cleared. She recognized Fallion and Jaz, but merely stood in shock, trying to make sense of the situation.

"It's all right," Jaz a.s.sured her. "You were only dreaming. You were just dreaming. Do you know where you are?"

Talon peered down at the floor, so far below her, and then peered at her hands, huge and powerful, as if trying to make sense of them. "Am I still dreaming?"

She studied Fallion, who lay on the floor, holding his arm where she had hit him.

Fallion remembered being trampled by a bull and taking far less hurt. He tried moving his arm experimentally. He didn't think that it was broken, but it would be black and blue for weeks.

"No," Jaz said. "The world has changed. Two worlds are combined, and I guess...you changed with them. We're not sure what happened...."

Fallion waited for a reaction. He had thought that she would weep for her lost humanity or sit and sulk. Instead, shock and acceptance seemed to come almost at the same moment.

"I see," she said, peering at her hands as if considering the implications of his words. Then with a sigh she said, "Let's go see this new world."

More than anything, this showed Fallion the depth of the change in Talon. Gone was the young woman Fallion had known.

Talon reached down to take Fallion's hand. He proffered his good hand, but when she grasped it, Fallion cried out in pain. "Not so tight!"

She looked at him in disbelief. "Sorry. I, uh, barely touched you."

He felt sure that she was telling the truth. He also felt sure that if she wanted, she could tear his arm off as easily as she could rip the wing off of a roasted chicken.

She pulled Fallion to his feet, then stalked out of the room on unsteady legs, as if trying to become accustomed to her new size.

She strode out into the street, went to the gate tower, and by the time she reached it she leapt up, taking the stairs up four at a stride. Then she just stood for a long moment until Fallion caught up.

"d.a.m.n," she whispered when he drew near. "You've made a mess of things."

"What do you mean?" Fallion asked. "Are you ill?"

"Fallion," Talon said, "I feel great. I feel...better than I've ever felt before." She turned and peered at him. "You've done me no harm. In fact, it is the opposite. I feel more...whole, than I ever felt before."

Fallion understood what she meant, partly. It was said that all of the worlds were but shadows of the One True World, and some wizards suspected that a man might have shadows of himself on each of those worlds.

Somehow, Fallion suspected, he had bound Talon to her shadow self.

"Nightfall is coming," she said. "The...wyrmlings will come with it. We have to get away, get to safety."

Fallion couldn't imagine any place safer than the castle, even in its poor repair. Nor did he know what a wyrmling was. But this world was in ruins. And the wyrmlings were the cause.

There is a rule to war. The first rule, Fallion had been taught, was to know your enemy.

"What are wyrmlings?" he asked.

"Giants."

"Like you?"

"Larger than me," Talon laughed. "I am human, bred to be one of the warrior clan, large and fierce. My ancestors were bred to be this way, much as you breed dogs of war to increase their size, their viciousness. And though I am larger than a human of feral stock, the wyrmlings are more than a head taller than me, and outweigh me by hundreds of pounds. We are but feeble imitations of the wyrmlings. And we true humans are almost all gone. There are fewer than forty thousand of us left.

"The wyrmlings hunt by night," Talon explained, "for they cannot tolerate light. They eat only meat, and they wors.h.i.+p the Lady Despair."

"I see," Fallion said.

"No, not really," Talon answered. "There's more to tell, and it will take hours to do so. But first, we must get away from here."

"Where do we go?"

Talon peered into the distance, closed her eyes in consternation. "I can't remember.... It's like a dream. I see the place, but I can't put a name to it."

"Then give yourself a moment to wake," Fallion said.

Talon peered into the distance for a long minute. "Luciare. The fortress is called Luciare."

"Where is it?" Fallion asked.

Talon closed her eyes, concentrated. She could see her mother and father there. Borenson was much the same in both worlds she decided, but Talon's mothers were not the same woman at all. How would that work? she wondered. Where is my father-in Luciare, or back in Landesfallen? And what of my sisters and brothers?

She wanted to find them, make sure that all of them were well, that they had survived this transformation. But the world had s.h.i.+fted, and she was on strange ground.

Talon shook her head. "I'm not sure. Everything's...wrong. I'm not sure I've even been here before. She nodded to a distant peak to the south, one with a distinctive hump upon the eastern flank. "That could be Mount Shuneya. That means that Luciare would be west, west by southwest, maybe-a hundred miles, or a hundred and twenty. We can't make it tonight, or even tomorrow...."

They wouldn't be able to make it even in four days, Fallion suspected, not with him in his current condition. But he could hear the urgency in Talon's voice.

He looked up at her and wondered, Why don't I have a body like hers? Why didn't I combine with my shadow self?

Instead he felt frail, worn.

Worldbinder Part 7

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