Andre Norton - Web of the Witch World

“No—in body—no.”

“You are here!” he replied with a conviction he could not explain.

“In a way, Simon—because you are—I am. Tell me, Simon, where are you?”

“Somewhere within Tormarsh.”

“So much is already known, since we are aware that your flyer dropped there. But, you are no longer Kolder ruled.”

“Fulk’s belt—one of the bosses on it—their planting.”

“Yes, it opened a gate for them. But you were never so much theirs that we could not alter their spell a little. That is why you did not fly seaward at their bidding, but inland. Tormarsh is no ally of ours, but perhaps there is better chance to treat with Tormarsh than Kolder.”

“Kolder is here also.” Simon told her what he believed to be the truth. “Aldis called their aid, she was calling when we left her.”

“Ah!”

“Jaelithe!” That moment of withdrawal frightened him.

“I hear. But if Kolder is with you—”

“I was trying to search for it.”

“So? Well, perhaps in that two may be better than one, my dear lord. Think you on Aldis. If she moved to Kolder, perhaps your power may move with her—to our better knowledge.”

Simon tried to picture Aldis as he had seen her last, lying in the flyer as he pushed back the sprung door. But he discovered that he could not visualize that clearly at all. Instead he had momentary flashes of quite another and nonfamiliar scene—of Aldis seated, leaning forward, speaking eagerly to—to a blankness. And upon that the tie, if tie it was, with Aldis snapped.

“Kolder!” Jaelithe’s recognition was sharp as any blow. “And they are on the move, I think. Listen well, Simon. The Guardians say that my power is now only a wisp which will fail with the passing of time, that I have no place now in the Council of Es. But I tell you that between us we have something that I do not understand, for it is different than all else which I have held in my witchhood. Therefore, though it has taken me time to test this thing, to work with it as best I can, I have learned that I am not able to shape or aim it, save with you. Perhaps both of us must be the united vessel for this new strength. Sometimes it rages within me until I fear that I cannot hold it in bonds. But we have so little time to learn it. Kolder. is on the move and it may be that we cannot bring you forth from Tormarsh before that move is made—”

“I do not wear their talisman, but it may be that they can control me still,” he warned her. “If so, can they reach you through me?”

“I do not know. I have learned so little! It is like trying to shape fire with my two hands! But this we can do—”

Again a snapping—even more sharp than that break which had come between him and the shadow shape of Aldis.

“Jaelithe!” he shouted soundlessly. But this time—no reply.

SIMON LAY very still, sweating now. For this was no half-trance of his own willing. He was motionless in bonds he could not see, his body held by another’s will. Then she stood there, clear to the sight, at the foot of the bed, watching him in the level measurement which held no hint of whether she was friend or foe, or merely neutral in this war.

“They have come,” she said, “to answer the call of their woman they have come.”

“Kolder!” Simon found that he could use his tongue and lips if not the rest of his body.

“The dead ones who serve such,” the Torwoman qualified. “Listen, man who obeys Estcarp, we have no quarrel with the witches. Between them and us there is neither friendship nor enmity. We were here when the Old Race came and built Es and their other dark towers. We have been rooted here for long and long, a handful of people who can remember when man was not the ruler of earthside, not even ones who lived widely. We are of those Volt gathered and set apart to learn his wisdom.

“And we want no dealings with those outside Tormarsh. You have come to trouble us with your wars which are no concern of ours. The swifter you are gone from us, the better served we shall be.”

“But if you do not favor the witches, then why do you favor Kolder? Kolder hungers for rule over all men—and that includes the race of Tor.” Simon retorted.

“We do not favor Kolder, we only ask that we be left to our own mysteries without troubling from beyond the marsh rim. The witches have not threatened us. This you call Kolder has shown us what will happen if we do not yield you to them now. And so it is decided that you go—”

“But Estcarp would defend you against Kolder—” Simon began until she smiled a small, cold smile.

“Will they, with aught save good wishes, Warder of the Border? There is no war between us, but they fear the marsh as a place of ancient mysteries and strange ways. Would they fight to save it? I think not. Also they have no men to throw into such a battle now.”

“Why?” She seemed so certain that Simon was startled into a rough demand.

“Alizon has risen. Estcarp needs must throw all her armies northward to hold the marches there. No, we make the best bargain for us.”

“And so I am to be delivered to the Kolder.” Simon strove to keep his voice even and emotionless. “And what of Loyse? Do you give her also into the hands of the worst enemy this world has ever known?”

“The worst?” the Torwoman echoed. “Ah, we have seen many nations rise and fall, and in each generation there is a powerful enemy to be faced, either with victory or defeat. As for the girl—she is part of the bargain.”

“She is also Koris’, and I think you will discover that that has a meaning when it comes to extracting a price for such bargaining. I have seen the price he took from Verlaine and from Kars. Volt’s gift drank deep in both those holds. Your marshland will not turn him back when it comes to his hunting.”

“The bargain is made,” her tone was more remote than ever. Then her hands came up in a swift gesture and her fingers moved. Not to shape Jaelithe’s symbol of power, but still in an airborne sketch which had meaning.

“So you deem this Koris will come hunting for vengeance here?” she asked. “This pale-faced girl means so much to him?”

“She does, and those who have harmed her have need to fear.”

“Ah, but now he must ride to hold back Alizon. It will be many days before he shall have time to think of aught else. Or perhaps he will find an end to all questions and desires among the border hillocks.”

“And I say to you, lady, that Volt’s gift shall yet swing in Tormarsh if you do as you have said.”

“If I do, March Lord? I have naught to say in the yea and nay of such bargainings.”

“No?” Simon put all the skepticism he could muster into that. “And I say that you are not the least of those among the Tor born.”

She did not answer for a long moment, her gaze steady upon him.

“Perhaps once I was not. Now I do not raise my voice in any council. I wish you no ill, Warder of Estcarp. And I think that you mean no ill to me—or any of us. But when need drives, we obey. This much I shall do for you, since the maid is favored by he who was once lord of Gorm. I shall send a message forth to Es that those there may know where you have gone and why. If then they can move to aid you, perhaps it will not go so ill. More than that I am sworn not to do.”

“The Kolder come for us here—how?” Simon demanded.

“They come—or at least their servants come—up the inner river in one of their ships.”

“But there is no river linking Tormarsh with the sea!”

“No outer one,” she agreed. “The marsh drains under ground. They have found that way to us, they have already visited us by it before.”