Elric to Rescue Tanelorn - Michael Moorcock [106]
Now he moved towards her and he was smiling, looking into her eyes. Suddenly, he took her in his arms. “Perhaps you will be strong enough,” he said enigmatically, just before their lips met. “And as for the other matter—we can discuss that later.”
In the deep greenness of a dark mirror, Theleb K’aarna saw something of the scene in Elric’s room and he glowered impotently. He tugged at his beard as the scene faded for the tenth time in a minute. None of his mutterings could restore it. He sat back in his chair of serpent skulls and planned vengeance. That vengeance could take time maturing, he decided; for, if Elric could be useful in the matter of the citadel, there was no point in destroying him yet…
CHAPTER FOUR
Next afternoon, three riders set off for the town of Thokora. Elric and Yishana rode close together; but the third rider, Theleb K’aarna, kept a frowning distance. If Elric was at all embarrassed by this display on the part of the man he had ousted in Yishana’s affections, he did not show it.
Elric, finding Yishana more than attractive in spite of himself, had agreed at least to inspect the citadel and suggest what it might be and how it might be fought. He had exchanged a few words with Moonglum before setting off.
They rode across the beautiful grasslands of Jharkor, golden beneath a hot sun. It was two days’ ride to Thokora, and Elric intended to enjoy it.
Feeling less than miserable, he galloped along with Yishana, laughing with her in her enjoyment. Yet, buried deeper than it would normally have been, there was a deep foreboding in his heart as they neared the mysterious citadel, and he noted that Theleb K’aarna occasionally looked satisfied when he should have looked disgruntled.
Sometimes Elric would shout to the sorcerer. “Ho, old spell-maker, do you feel no joyful release from the cares of the court out here amidst the beauties of nature? Your face is long, Theleb K’aarna—breathe in the untainted air and laugh with us!” Then Theleb K’aarna would scowl and mutter, and Yishana would laugh at him and glance brightly at Elric.
So they came to Thokora and found it a smouldering pit that stank like a midden of hell.
Elric sniffed. “This is Chaos work. You were right enough there, Theleb K’aarna. Whatever fire destroyed such a large town, it was not natural fire. Whoever is responsible for this is evidently increasing his power. As you know, sorcerer, the Lords of Law and Chaos are usually in perfect balance, neither tampering directly with our earth. Evidently the balance has tipped a little way to one side, as it sometimes does, favouring the Lords of Disorder—allowing them access to our realm. Normally it is possible for an earthly sorcerer to summon aid from Chaos or Law for a short time, but it is rare for either side to establish itself so firmly as our friend in the citadel evidently has. What is more disturbing—for you of the Young Kingdoms, at least—is that, once such power is gained, it is possible to increase it, and the Lords of Chaos could in time conquer the Realm of Earth by gradual increase of their strength here.”
“A terrible possibility,” muttered the sorcerer, genuinely afraid. Even though he could sometimes summon help from Chaos, it was in no human being’s interest to have Chaos ruling over him.
Elric climbed back into his saddle. “We’d best make speed to the valley,” he said.
“Are you sure it is wise, after witnessing this?” Theleb K’aarna was nervous.
Elric laughed. “What? And you a sorcerer from Pan Tang—that isle that claims to know as much of sorcery as my ancestors, the Bright Emperors! No, no—besides, I’m not in a cautious mood today!”
“Nor am I,” cried Yishana, clapping her steed’s sides. “Come, gentlemen—to the Citadel of Chaos!”
By late afternoon, they had topped the range of hills surrounding the valley and looked down at the mysterious citadel.
Yishana had described it well—but not perfectly. Elric’s eyes ached as he looked at it, for it seemed to extend beyond the Realm of