Lynn Flewelling - The Oracle's Queen

“You wept over his grave?” Tamír’s eyes were almost imploring now. “He was buried—But his bones were in Mother’s doll.”

“I buried him that night,” Arkoniel replied sadly. “Sometime soon after, Lhel and your mother took him up again and put the bones in that doll. I suppose it was to control the spirit, or to keep him by your mother. She saw him as a living child.”

“Yes. She saw him.” Tamír drew a shaky breath. “Iya, you and Lhel are the ones who spilled my brother’s blood?”

“Yes.”

She nodded slowly, then, with tears spilling slowly down her cheeks, she said, “You are banished.”

“You can’t mean it!” gasped Arkoniel.

“I do.” More tears fell, but her eyes blazed with an anger he’d never seen before. “I have sworn before the people that anyone who spills the blood of my kin is my enemy. You knew that, and yet you said nothing. You, who murdered my brother! Destroyed my mother. My—my life!” She caught a sobbing breath. “My whole life—a lie! A river of blood. All those girls my uncle killed? Their blood is on my hands, too, because he was looking for me. Niryn—he was looking for me!”

“Yes.” Iya still hadn’t moved.

“Get out!” Tamír hissed, sounding like the demon in her anger. “You are banished from Skala forever. I never want to see either of you again!”

But Iya didn’t move. “I will go, Tamír, but you must keep Arkoniel with you.”

“You don’t order me around anymore, wizard!”

Iya still did not move, but the air thickened around her and the room darkened. The hair on Arkoniel’s arms prickled uncomfortably as her power filled the tiny chamber.

“I gave you my life, you foolish, ungrateful child!” Iya snapped. “Have you learned nothing? Seen nothing these past months? Perhaps I do not merit your gratitude, but I will not let you undo all I have wrought for you just because you don’t like how the world works. Do you imagine I liked what I had to do? Well, I didn’t! I hated it; but we don’t choose our destinies, people like you or me, unless we turn coward and run away. Yes, I am responsible for all that has happened to you, but I have not one kernel of regret!

“Is one life, or a hundred, not worth the sacrifice, to lift the curse from the land? What else do you think you were born for? Go on, then. Stamp your foot and shout at me of murder and justice, but where would Skala be if Erius’ line of monster-spawning sons still ruled? Do you think Korin is up there in Cirna, planning your coronation? Do you think he will welcome you with open arms if you go to him? It’s time for you to stop being a child, Tamír of Ero, and be a queen!

“I will go, as you decree, but I will not allow you to put Arkoniel aside. He is touched by Illior, just as you are. But more than that, he has loved and served you since your birth, and would have stayed Lhel’s hand if he could have. He must remain by your side to do the Lightbearer’s will!”

“And what is that?” Tamír asked grudgingly. “I’ve survived. You’ve made me queen. What is there left for him to do?”

Iya folded her hands and the tension in the room lessened just a bit. “You need him, and you need the wizards he and I have gathered for you. That shining palace of wizards we told you of is not some idle pipe dream. It was a true vision, and it is as much a part of Skala’s future strength as you are yourself. Do you imagine the other wizards will stay with you if you do this now? I promise you, most of them will not. It is only because of you that they have banded together, but they are free wizards, beholden to no one, not even you, and they will not serve you if they believe you are your uncle come again. It was Arkoniel and I who convinced them to go against their nature and become the Third Orëska. It is a more fragile confederation than you know, and it is Arkoniel’s fate to nurture it. I saw that for myself the day I was shown your future. The two are intertwined.”

Tamír stared at them for a moment, fists clenched at her sides. At last she nodded. “He stays. And I acknowledge what you have done for this land, Iya, you and all your kind. It is because of that that I spare your life. But I tell you this: If I lay eyes on you again after dawn, I will have you executed. For the good of the land, do not imagine that to be an idle threat.”

“As you wish.” Iya bowed and swept from the room without so much as a parting glance in Arkoniel’s direction.

Stunned, he watched in horror as Brother smiled an evil smile and slowly faded away.

“Tamír, please, call him back. He’ll kill her!”

“I’ve already told him not to, but that’s all I can do. You and Lhel saw to that.” She wiped her face on her sleeve, not looking at him. “Brother spoke for you. Because of that, I will let you remain in my court. But right now I—I—” Her voice broke. “Just get out!”

There was nothing he could do for her now. He made a hasty bow and hurried out. Lynx and Nikides were on guard at the door and had heard enough to eye him suspiciously.

“Where’s Ki?” he asked.

“Outside, I think,” said Lynx. “What the hell happened in there just now?”

Arkoniel didn’t stay to answer. Iya’s chamber was empty, and he found only Wythnir in his own.

“Master?”

“Go to bed, lad,” he said as kindly as he could. “I’ll be back later.”

Hurrying outside, he spotted Ki leaning on the stele. “Tamír needs you.”

To his amazement, Ki just shrugged. “I’m the last person she wants to see right now.”

With a snarl of frustration, Arkoniel seized him by the collar and propelled him in the direction of the guesthouse. “She does . Go!”

Without waiting to see if Ki obeyed, he ran down to the stable.

It can’t end like this! Not after all she’s done!

Iya was there, saddling her horse.

“Wait!” he cried, stumbling through the muck. “It was the shock. She’s upset. She can’t really mean to banish you.”

Iya slapped her horse’s side and tightened the girth strap. “Of course she does, and so she must. Not because she is ungrateful, but because she is the queen, and must stand by her word.”

“But—”

“I’ve always known this day would come, just not when or what form it would take. To be honest, I’m relieved. I had assumed it would mean my death when she learned the truth. Instead, I’m finally free.” She touched a gloved hand to his cheek. “Oh really now, Arkoniel. Tears at your age?”

He hastily wiped his eyes on his sleeve but it was no good. They kept coming. He clung to her hand, unable to believe this was the last they would ever see of each other. “This is wrong, Iya! What will I do without you?”

“You’ve done perfectly well without me these past few years. Besides, it’s the natural way of things. You’re not my apprentice anymore, Arkoniel. You are a strong and powerful wizard, with a mandate from the Lightbearer and more ideas about magic than I’ve ever seen. You are too modest, my dear, to realize what you’ve already accomplished, combining Lhel’s magic with our own. Few would risk such a thing, but you just forged ahead. I’m more proud than I can say.”

She blinked and turned back to adjusting her saddle. “So, between your new Orëska and looking after our little queen, I’m sure you’ll be too busy to miss me very much. Besides, we’re both Guardians and that is not an easy path, either.”

“Guardians?” He scarcely thought of the bowl as more than a piece of his usual baggage. Iya’s use of the formal title sent an unpleasant chill through him, as he recalled the prophecy old Ranai had passed on to him before she died, the dream of the Guardian Hyradin: And at last shall be again the Guardian, whose portion is bitter, bitter as gall . He shivered again, feeling those words fulfilled for Iya. “What does that have to do with any of this?”