Elric of Melnibone - Michael Moorcock [49]
At first the albino thought it was a vestige of a memory still fighting for possession of his head, but then he knew that Arioch spoke to him.
‘Dismiss your followers that I may speak with thee,’ said Arioch.
Elric hesitated. He wished to be alone—but not with Arioch. He wished to be with Cymoril, for Cymoril was making him weep. Tears already flowed from his crimson eyes.
‘What I have to say could result in Cymoril being restored to her normal state,’ said the voice. ‘And, moreover, it will help you defeat Yyrkoon and be revenged upon him. Indeed, it could make you the most powerful mortal there has ever been.’
Elric looked up at Dyvim Tvar. ‘Would you and your men leave me alone for a few moments?’
‘Of course.’ Dyvim Tvar led his men away and shut the door behind him.
Arioch stood leaning against the same door. Again he had assumed the shape and poise of a handsome youth. His smile was friendly and open and only the ancient eyes belied his appearance.
‘It is time to seek the black swords yourself, Elric,’ said Arioch. ‘Lest Yyrkoon reach them first. I warn you of this—with the runeblades Yyrkoon will be so powerful he will be able to destroy half the world without thinking of it. That is why your cousin risks the dangers of the world beyond the Shade Gate. If Yyrkoon possesses those swords before you find them, it will mean the end of you, of Cymoril, of the Young Kingdoms and, quite possibly, the destruction of Melniboné, too. I will help you enter the netherworld to seek for the twin runeswords.’
Elric said musingly: ‘I have often been warned of the dangers of seeking the swords—and the worse dangers of owning them. I think I must consider another plan, my lord Arioch.’
‘There is no other plan. Yyrkoon desires the swords if you do not. With Mournblade in one hand and Stormbringer in the other, he will be invincible, for the swords give their user power. Immense power.’ Arioch paused.
‘You must do as I say. It is to your advantage.’
‘And to yours, Lord Arioch?’
‘Aye—to mine. I am not entirely selfless.’
Elric shook his head. ‘I am confused. There has been too much of the supernatural about this affair. I suspect the gods of manipulating us...’
‘The gods serve only those who are willing to serve them. And the gods serve destiny, also.’
‘I like it not. To stop Yyrkoon is one thing, to assume his ambitions and take the swords myself—that is another thing.’
‘It is your destiny.’
‘Cannot I change my destiny?’
Arioch shook his head. ‘No more than can I.’
Elric stroked sleeping Cymoril’s hair. ‘I love her. She is all I desire.’
‘You shall not wake her if Yyrkoon finds the blades before you do.’
‘And how shall I find the blades?’
‘Enter the Shade Gate—I have kept it open, though Yyrkoon thinks it closed—then you must seek the Tunnel Under the Marsh which leads to the Pulsing Cavern. In that chamber the runeswords are kept. They have been kept there ever since your ancestors relinquished them...’
‘Why were they relinquished.’
‘Your ancestors lacked courage.’
‘Courage to face what?’
‘Themselves.’
‘You are cryptic, my lord Arioch.’
‘That is the way of the Lords of the Higher Worlds. Hurry. Even I cannot keep the Shade Gate open long.’
‘Very well. I will go.’
And Arioch vanished immediately.
Elric called in a hoarse, cracking voice for Dyvim Tvar. Dyvim Tvar entered at once.
‘Elric? What has happened in here? Is it Cymoril? You look...’
‘I am going to follow Yyrkoon—alone, Dyvim Tvar. You must make your way back to Melniboné with those of our men who remain. Take Cymoril with you. If I do not return in reasonable time, you must declare her empress. If she still sleeps, then you must rule as regent until she wakes.’
Dyvim Tvar said softly: ‘Do you know what you do, Elric?’
Elric shook his head.
‘No, Dyvim Tvar, I do not.’
He got to his feet and staggered towards the other room where the Shade Gate waited for him.
BOOK THREE
And now there is no turning back at all Elric’s destiny has been forged and fixed as surely as the hellswords were forged and fixed aeons before.