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him because I knew that in his dream of power no one must suffer. I hated him because, once, I had been weak enough to share his feelings.
I said abruptly “Your plans are good, Narayan. There’s just one thing wrong with them; they won’t work. Storming Rainbow City won’t get you anywhere. You could kill Karamy’s slaves by the thousands, or the millions, or the billions. But you couldn’t kill Karamy, and you’d only leave her free to enslave others. You’ve got to strike at them when they’re in the Dreamer’s Keep. When the Dreamers wake is the only moment when they are vulnerable.”
“But how can we get to the Dreamer’s Keep, Adric? They go guarded a hundred times over, there.”
“What’s your army for?” I asked him roughly, “To knock down haycocks? Send your men to chase off the guards. I told you I could handle Rhys, if it came to that. He’ll get us through to the Dreamer’s Keep, if need be.”
“What about Gamine?” Cynara asked practically. Gamine was the least of my worries, but I did not tell Cynara that. I listened to their comments and suggestions a little contemptuously. Didn’t they know that when the Dreamers woke, the Narabedlans were vulnerable—to the Dreamers alone? If I were there with Narayan, there was no question about who would win.
Cynara scowled at the rip of talons across my face. “You’re hurt and you never told me!” she accused. “Come this minute and let me take care of it!” I almost laughed. Me—Adric of the Crimson Tower—being ordered around by a little country girl! I snorted, but spoke pleasantly. “I’ll live, I expect. Come and sit here with us.” I pulled her down at my side, but she leaned her head on her brother’s knee, an unquietness in her face. She was a pretty thing, although the cause of all my troubles. When I redeemed her from Karamy’s slaves, for a whim, I had not known she was Narayan’s sister—Zandru’s hells, but I had made a ghastly slip! I had told Narayan there was no help for those touched by the birds, when I myself had redeemed his own sister! Had he noticed? Would he attribute it to Karamy’s meddling with my mind? I smothered an exclamation, and Cynara and Narayan looked up anxiously. “You are hurt, Adric!”
I shook my head. I fancied Narayan looking at me with suspicion, but I controlled myself. I reached out to draw Cynara to me, but she had drawn back, rising lithely to her feet, like a dove poised for flight; only her hands, small darting hands like candle-flames, remained in mine to pull me lightly to my feet. I tried to hold her, but she protested “There is so much to be done—” and I raised the slim hands to my lips before I let her go. The gesture pleased her, I could see; so much that I watched with contempt as she tripped away. Silly, simple girl! It would please her!
In the end it was only Narayan and Cynara who rode with me to Rainbow City. Kerrel had taken the army, in sections, to set an ambush for Karamy’s guards; we rode in the opposite direction, by a twisting side road. Cynara rode beside me, her dark eyes glowing. There was dainty witchery in Cynara, and a pretty trust that made me smile and promise recklessly “We will win.” It pleased me to think that I could comfort Cynara for her brother’s downfall. Once conditioned to Rainbow City, she would forget her silly fancies and be a fair and lovely comrade. If she continued to please me, it would be amusing to see this unformed country girl wield the power that had belonged to Karamy the Golden!
It took us an hour of hard riding to reach the lip of the great cup of land, where we paused, looking down the dark, almost-straight avenue of trees that led to the walls of Rainbow City. I whistled tunelessly between my teeth. “Whatever we do, it will be wrong. We’d be taking quite a chance to ride up to the main gate; at the same time, they’ll be expecting us to sneak in the back way. They’d never expect us to come by the front avenue.”
“The deer walks safest at the hunter’s door,” Narayan quoted laughing. “But won’t they be expecting us to use that kind of logic?”
Cynara giggled, subsided at my frown. “At that rate,” I said, “We could go on all night.”
Narayan reached overhead, snatching down a crackling sheaf of frost-berries; selected one narrow pod. He held it between finger and thumb. “Chance. Two seeds, we go around. Three, we ride straight up the main gate. Agreed?” I nodded, and he crushed the dry husk. One, two—three seeds rolled into my outstretched palm. “Fate,” Narayan said with a shrug. “Ready, then?”
I jounced the seeds in my palm. “One for Evarin, and one for Idris, and one for Karamy,” I said contemptuously, and flung the little black balls into the road. “We’ll scatter them like that!”
We were lucky; the drive was deserted. If there were guards out for us at all, they had been posted somewhere on the secret paths. Straight toward the towers we rode, under the westering red sun, and just before dusk we checked our horses and tethered them within a mile of the Rainbow City, going forward cautiously on foot.
I objected to this arrangement. “I’ll get in alone,” I told them. “If anything happens to me, we mustn’t lose you as well!”
“I’ll stay,” said Narayan briefly. “If anything goes wrong, I’ll be here to help.” Silently I damned the man’s loyalty, but there was nothing I could say without spoiling the illusion I had worked so hard to create. I took his hand for a minute. “Thank you.” His voice was equally abrupt. “Good luck, Adric.” Cynara glanced at me briefly and away again. I walked away from them without looking back.
It was easy enough to find my way into the labyrinthine towers. I was not Lord of the Crimson Tower without knowing its secrets. I climbed the stairs swiftly, ransacked the place. To no avail. When she took my memories, Karamy had also been careful to take everything which could conceivably give me any power over any of the Dreamers, even old Rhys. I went up more stairs till I stood at the very pinnacle of the tower, in Adric’s star-room into which I had been catapulted—was it less than three days ago? I stood at the high window, vaguely thinking of an older Adric, an Adric who had watched the stars here, and not alone. I traced back through the years, diving down deep into the seas of sudden memory, and brought up the knowledge of—
“Mike Kenscott!” said a voice behind me, and I whirled to look into the face of a man I had never seen before.
He had the primitive look of a man out of some forgotten past. I had seen such men as I swam in the light of the Time Ellipse. He was tall and clean-shaven; he looked athletic; his eyes were a ridiculous color, dark brown. He had hair. He looked angry, if he could be said to have an expression.
But he spoke, clearly and with a deliberate calm. “Well, Mike Kenscott,” he said, in a language I had never heard, but found myself understanding perfectly, “You have taken my place very nicely. I suppose I should thank you. You’ve given me freedom, and Narayan’s trust—the rest I can do for myself!” He laughed. “In fact, you’re so much me that I’m not much of myself. But I can force you back into your own body—”
The man must be mad! At any rate, he’d insulted the Lord Adric, in his own Tower, and by Zandru’s eyelashes, he’d pay for it! I flung myself at him with a yell of rage. My fingers dug into his throat—
And I cried out in the stifling clutch of lean fingers grabbing at me, biting at my neck, my shoulders—an agonizing wrench shuddered over my body—
I faced—
Adric!
When the Dreamers Wake
Of course I understood, even while I fought, dizzy and reeling, to loose the deathgrip I had put on my own body. I was—back, I was Mike Kenscott again— Adric loosed his hands of his own will, and stepped away, breathing hard. “Thank you,” he said in the raw voice that had been mine for so long, “I myself could hardly have done better.” With a swift movement he snatched something from a little recess in the wall—pointed—and fired point-blank. A lance of grey mist stabbed out at me—
To my amazement, only a pleasant heat warmed me. I had enough split-second reasoning reflex left to fall in a slumped huddle to the ground. I knew that was what he expected.