Elric of Melnibone - Michael Moorcock [20]
Elric’s mouth was filled with water and yet he still seemed capable of speech (thus proving he dreamed).
He said:
‘King Straasha. The paintings in the Tower of D’a’rputna—in the library. When I was a boy I saw them, King Straasha.’
The sea-king stretched out his sea-green hands. ‘Aye. You sent the summons. You need our aid. We honour our ancient pact with your folk.’
‘No. I did not mean to summon you. The summons came unbidden to my dying mind. I am happy to drown, King Straasha.’
‘That cannot be. If your mind summoned us it means you wish to live. We will aid you.’ King Straasha’s beard streamed in the tide and his deep, green eyes were gentle, almost tender, as they regarded the albino.
Elric closed his own eyes again. ‘I dream,’ he said. ‘I deceive myself with fantasies of hope.’ He felt the water in his lungs and he knew he no longer breathed. It stood to reason, therefore, that he was dead. ‘But if you were real, old friend, and you wished to aid me, you would return me to Melniboné so that I might deal with the usurper, Yyrkoon, and save Cymoril, before it is too late. That is my only regret—the torment which Cymoril will suffer if her brother becomes Emperor of Melniboné.’
‘Is that all you ask of the water elementals?’ King Straasha seemed almost disappointed.
‘I do not even ask that of you. I only voice what I would have wished, had this been reality and I was speaking, which I know is impossible. Now I shall die.’
‘That cannot be, Lord Elric, for our destinies are truly intertwined and I know that it is not yet your destiny to perish. Therefore I will aid you as you have suggested.’
Elric was surprised at the sharpness of detail of this fantasy. He said to himself. ‘What a cruel torment I subject myself to. Now I must set about admitting my death...’
‘You cannot die. Not yet.’
Now it was as if the sea-king’s gentle hands had picked him up and bore him through twisting corridors of a delicate coral pink texture, slightly shadowed, no longer in water. And Elric felt the water vanish from his lungs and stomach and he breathed. Could it be that he had actually been brought to the legendary plane of the elemental folk—a plane which intersected that of the earth and in which they dwelled, for the most part?
In a huge, circular cavern, which shone with pink and blue mother-of-pearl, they came to rest at last. The sea-king laid Elric down upon the floor of the cavern, which seemed to be covered with fine, white sand which was yet not sand for it yielded and then sprang back when he moved.
When King Straasha moved, it was with a sound like the tide drawing itself back over shingle. The sea-king crossed the white sand, walking towards a large throne of milky jade. He seated himself upon this throne and placed his green head on his green fist, regarding Elric with puzzled, yet compassionate eyes.
Elric was still physically weak, but he could breathe. It was as if the sea water had filled him and then cleansed him when it was driven out. He felt clear-headed. And now he was much less sure that he dreamed.
‘I still find it hard to know why you saved me, King Straasha,’ he murmured from where he lay on the sand.
‘The rune. We heard it on this plane and we came. That is all.’
‘Aye. But there is more to sorcery-working than that. There are chants, symbols, rituals of all sorts. Previously that has always been true.’
‘Perhaps the rituals take the place of urgent need of the kind which sent out your summons to us. Though you say you wished to die, it was evident you did not really want to die or the summoning would not have been so clear and have reached us so swiftly. Forget all this now. When you have rested, we shall do what you have requested of us.’
Painfully, Elric raised himself into a sitting position. ‘You spoke earlier of “intertwined destinies.” Do you, then, know something of my destiny?’
‘A little, I think. Our world grows old. Once the elementals were powerful on your plane and the people of Melniboné all shared that power. But now our power wanes, as does yours. Something is changing. There are