Si. The shock of her resignation will be damaging enough, though knowing she left to help the Siyee will reduce the… Wait. She can hear us! Huan exclaimed.
:I warned you. You know she can sense us when we‘re close, Chaia said, perhaps a little smugly. Does this change your mind?
:No, Huan said.
The gods drew closer and moved into their positions around the table. Auraya realized she had been staring blankly at Juran, and looked away. The five gods reappeared.
:We grant you your request, Huan said.
:There are conditions, Chaia added. You must not seek to rule a land or people for yourself. If you set yourself against us or the White, or our work, or if you ally yourself with our enemies, you will be regarded as our enemy.
“That is reasonable. I accept your conditions.”
:Remove the ring.
Auraya’s heart lurched again. She held out her hand, then slowly drew the white ring off her finger. Standing up, she turned to face Chaia.
“Serving you has been the greatest joy and honor, but it is clear you need someone in this position more worthy of it. I do not wish to turn from you. You still have my respect and love, and I will continue to serve you as a priestess if that is acceptable to you.”
Chaia looked at Huan.
:That, as always, will be a decision for the White to make, he said.
Huan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Auraya glanced at Juran, then looked down at the ring. Taking a deep breath, she placed it on the table. She felt nothing—no wrenching loss, no change at all. Taking a step back, she straightened and looked up at Juran again.
He regarded the ring with a grim expression. Well he should, she thought. The White are vulnerable without a fifth member. But I’m sure the gods won’t leave them so for long. I doubt they’ll wait another twenty-five years to replace me.
She looked at Mainte. To her surprise, the young woman smiled and nodded. There was a friendly respect in her eyes. She doubted the other White felt the same. Dyara and Rian were sure to be watching through Juran and Mairae. Dyara will be disappointed, Auraya thought. Rian, however, will be overjoyed.
:Your decision cannot be reversed, Huan said. However, there is no need for you to remain in Jarime. You may return to Si.
Auraya nodded and made the formal sign of the circle. “Thank you.”
The gods vanished.
Auraya paused, uncertain what to do or say next. Juran was still staring at the ring. Slowly he reached out and picked it up. His eyes rose to hers.
“You sacrificed everything for the Siyee,” he stated.
She smiled. “Yes.” She thought of Mirar’s belief that her Gift of flight was her own.
“But maybe not everything,” Mairae said.
Auraya looked at the woman in surprise.
“I can read your mind now,” Mairae explained.
“Of course.” Auraya shook her head. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Well, are you going to try to fly?”
Auraya looked at Mairae, then focused her mind on her sense of her position in the world. She could still feel it. Drawing magic, she lifted herself upward. Mairae gave a laugh of triumph.
“Yes! You can still help the Siyee.”
Relief rushed through Auraya and she found herself grinning. “I can reach them. All I have to find out now is whether I can still heal them.”
“Then I guess you will be leaving as soon as possible,” Juran said. He looked tired. Auraya dropped to the ground again.
“Yes. I only need to pick up Mischief and a few belongings.”
He nodded, then stood up. “Take care of yourself, Auraya. I don’t need to tell you to avoid Pentadrian sorcerers. I… I must consult the others before deciding if you may remain a priestess.”
“I understand.”
“Drop by now and then, so we can catch up,” Mairae added.
Auraya smiled. “You must both come to Si some time. Perhaps you could sail to the coast. I think you’d like it there.”
Mairae looked at Juran. “We should make the effort.”
He nodded, then led the way down the Altar to the Dome’s floor. “We should. And it may be of great advantage to us to have a priestess living in Si who can reach us quickly.”
Auraya looked at him sideways. “I would like to continue working with you, too, Juran of the White.”
He looked at her, then for the first time since she had returned, he smiled.
Her boat was just where she had left it. Emerahl turned to Surim and Tamun.