Dragons of Winter Night - Margaret Weis [106]
“What difference will that make?” The kender yawned. “We can’t see it anyway.”
“Nonetheless, we must go. I will wake you.”
“When we return from Sancrist—after the Council of Whitestone—we can be married,” Gilthanas said softly to Silvara as they lay together, wrapped in his blanket.
The girl stirred in his arms. He felt her soft hair rub against his cheek. But she did not answer.
“Don’t worry about my father,” Gilthanas said, smiling, stroking the beautiful hair that shone even in the darkness. “He’ll be stern and grim for a while, but I am the younger brother, no one cares what becomes of me. Porthios will rant and rave and carry on. But we’ll ignore him. We don’t have to live with my people. I’m not sure how I’d fit in with yours, but I could learn. I’m a good shot with a bow. And I’d like our children to grow up in the wilderness, free and happy … what … Silvara, why—you’re crying!”
Gilthanas held her close as she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing bitterly. “There, there,” he whispered soothingly, smiling in the darkness. Women were such funny creatures. He wondered what he’d said. “Hush, Silvara,” he murmured. “It will be all right.” And Gilthanas fell asleep, dreaming of silver-haired children running in the green woods.
“It is time. We must leave.”
Laurana felt a hand on her shoulder, shaking her. Startled, she woke from a vague, frightening dream that she could not remember to find the Wilder elf kneeling above her.
“I’ll wake the others,” Silvara said, and disappeared.
Feeling more tired than if she hadn’t slept, Laurana packed her things by reflex and stood waiting, shivering, in the darkness. Next to her, she heard the dwarf groan. The damp air was making his joints ache painfully. This journey had been hard on Flint, Laurana realized. He was, after all, what—almost one hundred and fifty years old? A respectable age for a dwarf. His face had lost some of its color during his illness on the voyage. His lips, barely visible beneath the beard, had a bluish tinge, and occasionally he pressed his hand against his chest. But he always stoutly insisted he was fine and kept up with them on the trail.
“All set!” cried Tas. His shrill voice echoed weirdly in the fog, and he had the distinct feeling he’d disturbed something. “I’m sorry,” he said, cringing. “Gee,” he muttered to Flint, “it’s like being in a temple.”
“Just shut up and start moving!” the dwarf snapped.
A torch flared. The companions started at the sudden, blinding light that Silvara held.
“We must have light,” she said before any could protest. “Do not fear. The vale we are in is sealed shut. Long ago, there were two entrances: one led to human lands where the knights had their outpost, the other led east into the lands of the ogres. Both passes were lost during the Cataclysm. We need have no fear. I have led you by a way known only to myself.”
“And to your people,” Laurana reminded her sharply.
“Yes—my people …” Silvara said, and Laurana was surprised to see the girl grow pale.
“Where are you taking us?” Laurana insisted.
“You will see. We will be there within the hour.”
The companions glanced at each other, then all of them looked at Laurana.
Damn them! she thought. “Don’t look to me for answers!” she said angrily. “What do you want to do? Stay out here, lost in the fog—”
“I won’t betray you!” Silvara murmured despondently. “Please, just trust me a little further.”
“Go ahead,” said Laurana tiredly. “We’ll follow.”
The fog seemed to close around them more thickly, until all that kept the darkness at bay was the light of Silvara’s torch.
No one had any idea of the direction they traveled. The landscape did not change. They walked through tall grass. There were no trees.
Occasionally a large boulder loomed out of the darkness, but that was all. Of night birds or animals, there was no sign. There was a sense of urgency that increased as they walked until all of them felt it, and they hurried their steps, keeping ever within the light of the torch.
Then, suddenly, without warning, Silvara stopped.
“We are here,