The White Road - Lynn Flewelling [104]
"The others asked me to speak for them," she said without preamble. Nowen was always direct. "We don't like you going off with these men."
"Do you think you could convince the ya'shel to come with us and bring his tayan'gil?"
"No."
"And what do you think that tayan'gil will do, if we try to take them by force? Do you want another taste of its power?"
"Of course not."
"Then what would you have me do?"
"They will kill you, the first chance they get."
"That would mean abandoning their tayan'gil. The ya'shel will never do that. He still mistakes it for a child, one that can feel and love."
"Perhaps it can. It's so different from Hazadrien."
"It is, which makes it all the more imperative to bring it back to the valley."
"Yes," said Turmay, who'd been eavesdropping. "You must take it back. You must! Perhaps you could let your people take it away when you and the ya'shel are gone? You could find your way back, yes? I could wait with you and guide you."
"That would leave the ya'shel behind."
"Once you're away from his tayan'gil, you can kill him."
Rieser mopped his brow again. "I've thought of that, but you said yourself that he is something new, too. He died and came back to life. I believe our khirnari would rather have him brought back than killed. Besides, there's always the chance that this Sebrahn is connected to the one he was made from, as Hazadrien and the others were to their 'faie. If I kill Alec, then Sebrahn might know and attack you. From a distance he killed one of us. What do you think will happen if he's in your midst?"
"So you're going to trust them?" asked Nowen.
"No, but I will go with them. If they attack me, I can defend myself. But they won't."
"You believe the Bokthersan?"
"I do."
"But why? For all you know, they are going back for the book so that they can make tayan'gils for themselves!"
"I watch Seregil as he watches the little one. He won't make any more. And he would not do that to his talimenios."
Nowen gave him a frustrated look. "I have followed you all these years, and never known you to be a fool. I pray to Aura this isn't the first time."
Rieser chuckled. "So do I. I will keep my word to them and you will stay here. When the time comes, we will find a way to bring them both back."
"I think that would mean killing the other two."
"We'll see. We owe nothing to the Tir. The other is a problem."
"I wonder what Khirnari Seneth a Matriel would make of that, bringing a stranger into the valley?"
Rieser pondered that for a moment. "We can deal with him, once we have him there."
CHAPTER 23
Unwelcome Companions
RIESER kept his word. When the road was clear, he gave them back their horses. Seregil had, with some difficulty, managed to convince Alec to let Sebrahn ride with Hazadrien rather than try to carry him on foot for a day's march. If a chance to escape presented itself, Seregil wanted Micum and Alec both mounted and ready. Their weapons were bundled away on one of the packhorses; if they made a break for it again, they'd do it unarmed, but that might still be their best hope.
Someone had masked Hazadrien's true appearance again. Seregil hadn't seen the witches do it, or heard them play the oo'lu horns, which meant that there must be a proper wizard among the company, as well as the witch. Even with normal coloring, though, Hazadrien was hard not to notice, the way his face remained expressionless. He might as well have been still wearing one of those animal masks.
Their captors were not a friendly bunch. They talked and laughed among themselves, but ignored Seregil and the others, except to keep an eye on them. Micum might as well have been air for all the attention anyone paid him. The youngster named Rane looked like he'd go after Alec again without much provocation, but Alec kept to himself and rode beside Hazadrien, more at ease with the tall rhekaro than any of its companions.
What will you do when the time comes to part from Sebrahn? Seregil wondered. His own doubts were exacerbated by guilt; if it had been up to him, he'd have been