David Zindell - The Lightstone - The Silver Sword - Part Two

‘Oh, my Lord! Oh, my Lord!’

Kane, ignoring the stricken look on Maram’s face, picked it up. It took him only a moment to peel away the pieces of pearl that still clung to the inside of the bowl. Its gleaming surface was as perfect and unmarked as the silustria of my sword.

‘It is the Lightstone!’ Maram cried out.

A strangeness fell over Kane then. His face burned with wonder, doubt, joy, bitterness and awe. After a very long time, he handed the bowl to me. And the moment that my hands closed around it, I felt something like a sweet, liquid gold pouring into my soul.

‘I wish Alphanderry was here to see this,’ I said.

The coolness of the bowl’s gold seemed to open my mind; I could hear inside myself each note of Alphanderry’s last song.

As Atara next took the bowl, I saw Flick whirling above us as he had at the sound of Alphanderry’s music. His exaltation was no less than my own. Then Maram’s fat fingers closed around the bowl and he cried out again, louder now: ‘The Lightstone! The Lightstone!’

We held quick council and decided that we must find Liljana and Master Juwain. But it was they who found us. At the sound of footsteps in the adjoining chamber with its poetry books, Maram quickly tucked the bowl into one of his tunic’s pockets and very guiltily began sweeping the shards of pearl off the stand into his other pocket. When Liljana followed Master Juwain into the room, however, he breathed a sigh of relief and broke off hiding the signs of our desecration. He brought out the bowl and told them, ‘I’ve found the Lightstone! Look! Look! Behold and rejoice!’

As Master Juwain’s large gray eyes grew even larger, I again beheld this golden bowl and drank in its beauty. It was one of the happiest moments of my life.

‘So this is what you’ve been shouting about,’ Master Juwain said, staring at the bowl. ‘We’ve been looking all over for you – did you know it’s past midday?’

In this windowless room, time seemed lost in the hollows of the bowl that Maram held up triumphantly. In defense at missing our rendezvous by King Eluli’s statue, he said again, ‘I’ve found the Gelstei!’

‘What do you mean, you found it?’ Atara asked him.

‘Well, I mean, ah, I was the first to pick it up. The first to see it.’

‘ Were you the first to see it?’ Atara asked him.

She went on to say that Kane was the first to pick it up after I had cut away the pearl, and who could say who had first laid eyes upon it? Then she told him that it was ignoble to fight over who should receive credit for finding the Lightstone.

‘I don’t think that anyone has found the Lightstone,’ Master Juwain said.

Maram looked at him in such disbelief that he nearly dropped the bowl. Atara and I clasped hands as if to reassure each other that Master Juwain had ruined his sight in reading his books all day. And Kane just stared at the bowl, his black eyes full of mystery and doubt.

Master Juwain took the bowl from Maram as Liljana stepped closer. He looked at us and said, ‘Have you put it to the test?’

‘It is the Gelstei, sir,’ I said. ‘What else could it be?’

‘If it’s the true gold,’ he told me, ‘nothing could harm it in any way. Nothing could scratch it – not even the silustria of your sword.’

‘But Val has already struck his sword against it!’ Maram said. ‘And see, there is no mark!’

In truth, though, Alkaladur’s edge had never quite touched the bowl. Because I had to know if it really was the Lightstone, I now brought out my sword again. And as Master Juwain held the bowl firmly in his hands, I drew the sword across the curve of the bowl. And there, cut into the gold, was the faintest of scratches.

‘I don’t understand!’ I said. The sudden emptiness in the pit of my belly felt as if I had fallen off a cliff.

‘I’m afraid you’ve found one of the False Gelstei,’ he told me. ‘Once upon a time, more than one such were made.’

He went on to say that in the Age of Law, during the hundred-year reign of Queen Atara Ashtoreth, the ancients had made quests of their own. And perhaps the greatest of these was to recapture in form the essence of the One. And so they had applied all their art toward fabricating the gold gelstei. After many attempts, the great alchemist, Ninlil Gurmani, had at last succeeded in making a silver gelstei with a golden sheen to it. Although it had none of the properties of the true gold, it was thought that the Lightstone might take its power from its shape rather than its substance alone. And so this gold-seeming silustria was cast into the form of bowls and cups, in the likeness of the Cup of Heaven itself. But to no avail.

‘I’m afraid there is only one Lightstone,’ Master Juwain told me.

‘So,’ Kane said, glowering at the little bowl that he held. ‘So.’

‘But look!’ I said, pointing my sword at the bowl. ‘Look how it brightens!’

The silver of my sword was indeed glowing strongly. But Master Juwain looked at it and slowly shook his head. And then he asked me, ‘Don’t you remember Alphanderry’s poem?’

The silver sword, from starlight formed,Sought that which formed the stellar light,And in its presence flared and warmedUntil it blazed a brilliant white .

‘It warms,’ he said, ‘it flares, but there’s nothing of a blazing brilliance, is there?’

In looking at my sword’s silvery sheen, I had to admit that there was not.

‘This bowl is of silustria,’ Master Juwain said. ‘And a very special silustria at that. And so your sword finds a powerful resonance with it. It’s what pointed you toward this room, away from where the Lightstone really lies.’

The hollowness inside me grew as large as a cave, and I felt sick to my soul. And then the meaning of Master Juwain’s words and the gleam in his eyes struck home.

‘What are you saying, sir?’

‘I’m saying that I know where Sartan Odinan hid the Lightstone.’ He set the bowl back on its stand and smiled at Liljana. ‘We do.’

I finally noticed Liljana holding a cracked, leather-bound book in her hands. She gave it to him and said, ‘It seems that Master Juwain is even more of a scholar than I had thought.’

Beaming at her compliment, Master Juwain proceeded to tell us about his researches in the Library that day – and during the days that I had lain unconscious in the infirmary.

‘I began by trying to read everything the Librarians had collected about Sartan Odinan,’ he said. ‘While I was waiting for Val to return to us, I must have read thirty books.’

A chance remark in one of them, he told us, led him to think that Sartan might have had Brotherhood training before he had fallen into evil and joined the Kallimun priesthood. This training, Master Juwain believed, had gone very deep. And so he wondered if Sartan, in a time of great need, seeking to hide the Lightstone, might have sought refuge among those who had taught him as a child. It was an extraordinary intuition which was to prove true.

Master Juwain’s next step was to look in the Librarian’s Great Index for references to Sartan in any writings by any Brother. One of these was an account of a Master Todor, who had lived during the darkest period of the Age of the Dragon when the Sarni had once again broken the Long Wall and threatened Tria. The reference indicated that Master Todor had collected stories of all things that had to do with the Lightstone, particularly myths as to its fate.

It had taken Master Juwain half a day to locate Master Todor’s great work in the Library’s stacks. In it he found mention of a Master Malachi, whose superiors had disciplined him for taking an unseemly interest in Sartan, whom Master Malachi regarded as a tragic figure. Master Juwain, searching in an off-wing of the north wing, had found a few of Master Malachi’s books, the titles of which had been indexed if not their contents. In The Golden Renegade , Master Juwain found a passage telling of a Master Aluino, who was said to have seen Sartan before Sartan died.