Makers is left whole. Why should he be left?”
“Why not?” Galen got up abruptly, as if he couldn’t sit still any longer. He prowled to the window and stared out at the rain. “Why not? The Makers have gone, but they knew the future. They may have foreseen the destruction of the Order. They may have left us their messenger, buried deep under the ruins, for us to find him when we need him most!” He turned urgently. “It’s an omen, Lerin, I know it is! The Crow can cure me, maybe, but more than that, he can cure the world. He can rid us of the Watch!”
A tiny sound at the door made Raffi stiffen. But Galen hadn’t heard it and Lerin was thinking deeply and gave no sign. Raffi could feel Carys close. Perhaps she was listening. But he wasn’t bothered about that, the relief was so great. Now someone else knew. And surely Lerin would try to talk him out of it. She had to.
After a while she looked up.
“You think I’m on a fool’s errand,” Galen said drily.
She shrugged. “Perhaps I do. On the other hand I can see why you have to go. If it could be true . . .”
“It is! I’m sure of it.”
She frowned. “But keeper, think of the immensity of Tasceron! There are a million streets, whole warrens of ruined districts. Flames burst from the ground; the air is always black. It would take a lifetime to search, even to stay alive.”
“We’ll be told where to look.” Galen was obstinate. “There will be messages. We just need faith.”
She nodded, rather sadly. Perhaps she realized, as Raffi did, finally and hopelessly, that Galen had made up his mind and nothing would change it. Perhaps she knew he could only stay sane if he had some hope.
She stood up, the green and blue awen-beads slipping against her neck. “You’ll need a ship. We trade with a village on the coast—a day’s walk from here. There’s a harbor there; ships cross the Narrow Sea. We’ll get you on one.”
“The Watch.”
“Don’t worry. As I said, the people here are my family.”
“I’m grateful,” Galen said with a grim joy.
“One thing.” The woman faced him. “I have a feeling of foreboding on me, keeper. Dark dreams came to me all night, and I fear you may be walking to your death. So I give you this warning from the Makers. Your life is sacred. The knowledge you have is sacred. You have no right to throw it away in defiant risks. Above all, you have no right to risk the boy’s life. There have been enough martyrs. Hear this, Galen Harn.”
Her voice had changed and darkened. Raffi shivered. All at once she seemed full of some authority that made her face grave and beautiful, and yet was gone in an instant, as if someone else had been there.
“I hear.” Galen bowed his head, shaken and uneasy. “I hear you, lords.”
THEY STAYED IN the village for two days, eating well and sleeping late. The Watch had gone, taking three goats, some chickens, and the curses of the villagers. Now they nodded to the travelers with quiet respect. Raffi was used to this but it amused Carys.
“They really think you’re special.”
He looked at her, surprised. “So they should. Most people still have respect for the Order.”
Cursing herself, she nodded. “I know that.”
They walked on among the houses, the hens squawking away. She thought back to the mumbles of conversation she had heard through the door, once the wretched old woman had finally dozed off. The Crow again. But more, some things she’d missed.
“Raffi,” she said suddenly. “How did you know Arno’s name?”
He was watching three children play in a puddle. Their mother came out and smacked them. “Names are easy,” he said. “They lie on the surface, like a tiger-flower. Bright, with deep roots.”
“So why did Galen have to ask you?”
He glanced at her angrily. “You don’t know much about keepers, Carys. He’s always testing me. I’m his pupil.” He looked away. “Let’s climb the hill. I’ll race you to the top.” And he ran,
“Why not?” Galen got up abruptly, as if he couldn’t sit still any longer. He prowled to the window and stared out at the rain. “Why not? The Makers have gone, but they knew the future. They may have foreseen the destruction of the Order. They may have left us their messenger, buried deep under the ruins, for us to find him when we need him most!” He turned urgently. “It’s an omen, Lerin, I know it is! The Crow can cure me, maybe, but more than that, he can cure the world. He can rid us of the Watch!”
A tiny sound at the door made Raffi stiffen. But Galen hadn’t heard it and Lerin was thinking deeply and gave no sign. Raffi could feel Carys close. Perhaps she was listening. But he wasn’t bothered about that, the relief was so great. Now someone else knew. And surely Lerin would try to talk him out of it. She had to.
After a while she looked up.
“You think I’m on a fool’s errand,” Galen said drily.
She shrugged. “Perhaps I do. On the other hand I can see why you have to go. If it could be true . . .”
“It is! I’m sure of it.”
She frowned. “But keeper, think of the immensity of Tasceron! There are a million streets, whole warrens of ruined districts. Flames burst from the ground; the air is always black. It would take a lifetime to search, even to stay alive.”
“We’ll be told where to look.” Galen was obstinate. “There will be messages. We just need faith.”
She nodded, rather sadly. Perhaps she realized, as Raffi did, finally and hopelessly, that Galen had made up his mind and nothing would change it. Perhaps she knew he could only stay sane if he had some hope.
She stood up, the green and blue awen-beads slipping against her neck. “You’ll need a ship. We trade with a village on the coast—a day’s walk from here. There’s a harbor there; ships cross the Narrow Sea. We’ll get you on one.”
“The Watch.”
“Don’t worry. As I said, the people here are my family.”
“I’m grateful,” Galen said with a grim joy.
“One thing.” The woman faced him. “I have a feeling of foreboding on me, keeper. Dark dreams came to me all night, and I fear you may be walking to your death. So I give you this warning from the Makers. Your life is sacred. The knowledge you have is sacred. You have no right to throw it away in defiant risks. Above all, you have no right to risk the boy’s life. There have been enough martyrs. Hear this, Galen Harn.”
Her voice had changed and darkened. Raffi shivered. All at once she seemed full of some authority that made her face grave and beautiful, and yet was gone in an instant, as if someone else had been there.
“I hear.” Galen bowed his head, shaken and uneasy. “I hear you, lords.”
THEY STAYED IN the village for two days, eating well and sleeping late. The Watch had gone, taking three goats, some chickens, and the curses of the villagers. Now they nodded to the travelers with quiet respect. Raffi was used to this but it amused Carys.
“They really think you’re special.”
He looked at her, surprised. “So they should. Most people still have respect for the Order.”
Cursing herself, she nodded. “I know that.”
They walked on among the houses, the hens squawking away. She thought back to the mumbles of conversation she had heard through the door, once the wretched old woman had finally dozed off. The Crow again. But more, some things she’d missed.
“Raffi,” she said suddenly. “How did you know Arno’s name?”
He was watching three children play in a puddle. Their mother came out and smacked them. “Names are easy,” he said. “They lie on the surface, like a tiger-flower. Bright, with deep roots.”
“So why did Galen have to ask you?”
He glanced at her angrily. “You don’t know much about keepers, Carys. He’s always testing me. I’m his pupil.” He looked away. “Let’s climb the hill. I’ll race you to the top.” And he ran,
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