The White Road - Lynn Flewelling [7]
"I believe that Sebrahn is the child the Dragon Oracle at Sarikali told Alec about."
"That would make sense."
"Did Magyana tell you what she sees when she looks at Sebrahn?"
"No," said Adzriel, "but I assume you mean the strange aura about him. I thought you must know, but since you didn't speak of it ..."
"Ah. So you see the dragon, too?"
"A dragon? No, it shifts and glimmers. Can Alec see it?"
"No, and neither can I. Magyana and Thero just told us." He paused, looking down at their joined hands. "I'd like to take Sebrahn to Sarikali, since it was the oracle there who foretold it. Perhaps the rhui'auros will know what he is." The temple mystics--the only permanent residents of sacred Sarikali--were renowned for their knowledge and visions, and the Dragon Oracle was theirs--or they were its. No one knew for sure.
"You know I don't have the authority to give permission for you to take something as strange as Sebrahn onto sacred ground, little brother, even if I went with you. That would require a vote by the entire Iia'sidra Council, and that could take a year or more."
"We can't wait that long." He thought a moment, trying to come up with some other option. "Is Tyrus still around?"
"As far as I know, he's still up in the hills."
"Then, speaking to my khirnari, may I bring Sebrahn to Bokthersa?"
Adzriel considered this for a long moment. "I don't suppose Riagil will let you stay here much longer. It's clear that Sebrahn scares him."
"He's a smart man."
"Then Sebrahn does have some darker power?"
Seregil looked up into grey eyes identical to his own. "Sebrahn can kill. With a song. He heals with his blood, and he can kill with his voice."
She didn't appear surprised. "Who has he killed?"
"The men who caught us in Plenimar--Yhakobin's slave takers."
"He killed them because they attacked you and Alec?"
"Yes. And that's the only time. Then again, we've only had him for a few weeks. I have no idea what else he's capable of."
She raised a disapproving eyebrow at him. "I can still tell when you're lying to me, Haba."
"Yes, I suppose you can. All right then, here's all of it." Seregil lowered his voice, though it would have been difficult for anyone to hear them over the wind. "He can raise the dead."
"Raise the dead?" This time she was clearly surprised.
"Yes. Alec wasn't just hurt in Plenimar. He was killed." The words came out in a rush now. "We were totally outnumbered by Yhakobin's men. Alec was struck by two arrows and that's when Sebrahn sang; it killed every man left standing. I killed Yhakobin myself." He rubbed at his eyes. "But Alec was dying when I got back to him. That's why he's in such bad shape now, and I'm not." Tears stung his eyes; the memory was too raw. "Sebrahn brought him back from Bilairy's gate."
"But--are you certain he was actually dead?"
"Yes!" Seregil's voice was suddenly a little unsteady. "I held him in my arms and watched the blood stop flowing from his wounds. I saw his eyes fix. I know what death looks like, Adzriel. He was dead."
"I see." She was quiet for some time. At last, she laid a hand on his arm. "Then, yes, you must come to Bokthersa and speak with Tyrus. If Sebrahn is somehow a dragon, then Tyrus will know. Even if he doesn't, then at least you'll be safe for a time with us. You can rest and decide what to do next."
"Sebrahn may be a danger to the clan, you know."
"That is my responsibility. And what about Alec? Don't you want him safe?"
"Of course." He squeezed her hand. "Thank you, eldest sister."
"Then that's settled. But you haven't said who kidnapped you. Micum and Thero spoke of finding the slavers who took you, but they seemed to think there was more to it."
"Indeed. The slavers told them that Ulan i Sathil ransoms slaves from Viresse and Golinil."
Her grey eyes widened in dismay. "You don't think that Ulan i Sathil had something to do with this?" If true, it was an unforgivable breach of atui--Aurenfaie clan honor--and could spark a bloody feud with Akhendi, in whose fai'thast they'd been ambushed, as well as with