that to him before. “I have put the living to sleep by the river. They sleep in Celidon as well, although the lights burn. They will rise in the morning, though, carrying their wounds.”
“I do not,” he said, with difficulty.
“I know,” she said. “I did not want you to.”
He rose. He knew she wanted him to rise. They stood on the mound in the clear moonlight. She shone for him softly, like the moon. She came forward and kissed him upon the lips. She motioned with a hand, and he was blinded, almost, by the sudden glory of her nakedness. She touched him. Trembling, he raised a hand toward her hair. She made a sound. Touched him again.
Then he lay down with a goddess, in the green, green of the grass.
Chapter 16
At midafternoon on the second day, Paul caught a certain glance from Diarmuid and he rose. Together they went to the stern of the ship, where Arthur stood with his dog. Around them the men of South Keep manned Prydwen with easy efficiency, and Coll, at the helm, held their course hard on west. Due west, Arthur had instructed, and told Coll he would let him know when time came to turn, and where. It was to an island not on any map that they were sailing.
Nor were they sure what lay waiting there. Which was why the three of them, with Cavall padding lightly alongside on the dark planks of the deck, now walked together to the prow where two figures stood together as they had stood every waking hour since Prydwen had set sail.
“Loren,” Diarmuid said quietly.
The mage slowly turned from staring at the sea. Matt looked around as well.
“Loren, we must talk,” the Prince went on, quietly still, but not without authority.
The mage stared at them for a long moment; then he said, his voice rasping, “I know. You understand that I break our Law if I tell you?”
“I do,” said Diarmuid. “But we must know what he is doing, Loren. And how. Your Council’s Law must not serve the Dark.”
Matt, his face impassive, turned back to look out at sea. Loren remained facing the three of them. He said, “Metran is using the Cauldron to revive the svart alfar on Cader Sedat when they die.”
Arthur nodded. “But what is killing them?”
“He is,” said Loren Silvercloak.
They waited. Matt’s gaze was fixed out over the water, but Paul saw how his hands gripped the railing of the ship.
Loren said, “Know you, that in the Book of Nilsom—”
“Accursed be his name,” Matt Sören said.
“—in that Book,” Loren continued, “is written a monstrous way in which a mage can have the strength of more than his one source.”
No one spoke. Paul felt the wind as the sun slipped behind a cloud.
“Metran is using Denbarra as a conduit,” Loren said, controlling his voice. “A conduit for the energy of the svart alfar.”
“Why are they dying?” Paul asked.
“Because he is draining them to death.”
Diarmuid nodded. “And the dead ones are revived with the Cauldron? Over and over again. Is that how he made the winter? How he was strong enough?”
“Yes,” said Loren simply.
There was a silence. Prydwen rode through a calm sea.
“He will have others with him to do this?” Arthur said.
“He will have to,” the mage replied. “The ones used to source him will be incapable of moving.”
“Denbarra,” Paul said. “Is he so evil? Why is he doing this?”
Matt whipped around. “Because a source does not betray his mage!” They all heard the bitterness.
Loren laid a hand on the Dwarf’s shoulder. “Easy,” he said. “I don’t think he can now, in any case. We shall see, if we get there.”
If we get there. Diarmuid strolled thoughtfully away to talk with Coll at the helm. A moment later, Arthur and Cavall went back to their place at the stern.
“Can he make the winter again?” Paul asked Loren.
“I think so. He can do almost anything he wants with so much power.”
The two of them turned to lean on the railing on either side of Matt. They gazed out at the empty sea.
“I took flowers to Aideen’s grave,” the Dwarf said, after a moment. “With Jennifer.”
Loren looked at him. “I don’t think Denbarra has her choice,” he repeated after a moment.
“In the beginning he did,” the Dwarf growled.
“Were I Metran, what would you have done?”
“Cut your heart out!” Matt Sören said.
Loren looked at his source, a smile beginning to play about his mouth. “Would you?” he asked.
For a long time Matt glared back