“Those that forbid the son of a royal dynasty and a scout to be together. Have you any objections?”
Midla’s smile was enough to let Elodssa know that there would be no objections from her side. Neither of them had noticed that in the depths of the key lying in the elf’s bag a faint purple spark was still glowing.
22
CONVERSATIONS IN THE FIRE
There are many who think there is no life in the darkness.
That is a great error. Perhaps, in the pitch-black emptiness of Nothing, life is not so obvious as in our own colorful world, but there can be no doubt that it exists. On this side and on that, doors opened for a brief fraction of a second with a despairing creak—columns of light in the boundless darkness, leading into goodness only knew where. I was suspended in emptiness and I saw many dreams, both beautiful and terrible at the same time. Dreams in which I was merely an observer; dreams in which I lived a thousand lives; dreams that were the truth and dreams that were simply dreams.
How long did this go on for? I don’t think that it was longer than eternity; anyway even eternity has to end sometime. And like dreams, eternity has the disagreeable habit of coming to an end at the most inappropriate time.
After several ages that seemed like mere minutes to me, the first crimson sparks were born in the darkness, the children of a gigantic bonfire that I could not yet see.
The number of sparks increased, they started flying faster, and now they were flying horizontally as well as upward, as if they were driven by some mischievous wind. Sometimes, when there was too much of the fiery snow, the snowflakes swirled together into an orange whirlwind. And at those moments, pictures of the past appeared before my eyes.
Another eternity passed and at one spot the darkness swelled up and turned yellow—the way paper turns yellow if you bring it near the flame of a candle—and then burst. Tongues of crimson flame appeared. Then more and more of them, and a moment later the flames consumed the darkness and filled the entire space of my infinite dream.
I can remember that those eyes looking at me are the slanting, golden amber eyes of an elfess whose name, I think, is Miralissa.
“Dance with us, Dancer!” The sound of jolly laughter made me look round.
There were three shadows whirling in a furious dance on the tongues of flame. They were not frightened at all by the presence of light; they remained as black and impervious to it as if there was no fire there at all.
“Come on, Dancer, do not be afraid!” One of them laughed, and made a circle round me.
“I don’t dance, ladies,” I said. My throat was dry, either from the cold fire or from my dreams.
“Look, he doesn’t want to dance.” Another shadow laughed merrily, flying right up to me.
For an instant I glimpsed the outline of a woman’s face.
“Why do you refuse to dance, Dancer? Why do you not wish to grant us the gift of at least one dance?”
“I have to go.” The flame behind my back was howling ceaselessly, and I thought it was beginning to grow warmer.
“Go?” The third shadow was there beside the first two. “But in order to go, you have to make us a gift of a dance. Come on, Dancer! Choose! Which of us is most to your liking?”
“I do not know how to dance,” I said, shaking my head and turning away.
The amber eyes had still not disappeared, but they were slowly moving away, disappearing behind the wall of flame. I dashed toward them, but instantly I was scorched by the searing cold. I covered my face with my hands in fear.
“You see, Dancer,” the second shadow said with a nod. “You can only dance your way through the fire. Dance, or you will remain here forever!”
I could already distinguish each of them by their voices. They were so similar and at the same time so different.
“Which of us do you choose?” the third one asked again. The heat behind my back was becoming unbearable.
“All three,” I said sullenly.
One piece of foolishness more or less. What difference did it really make?
A momentary bewilderment.
“You are truly a Dancer,” the first shadow said in surprise. “You take everything from life.”
“Well then, we shall lead you through the barrier. Hold on!”
The shadows embraced me, shielding me with their dark bodies against the