Emily Rodda - Ilse Of Illusion

‘My only headache is you, Steven!’ Lindal retorted. ‘I am simply being realistic. The Shadow Lord—’

She broke off as the kitchen door swung open.

Marilen walked in, her head high, colour burning in her cheeks. Her defiant eyes widened as she saw Doom, two huge strangers, and the body of Amarantz on the floor, but she did not hesitate. Ignoring everyone else, she spoke directly to Sharn.

‘Please do not blame the guards because I am here. They had no orders to stop me. You all relied on my obedience for that. Well, I am tired of being obedient!’

‘Marilen …’ Sharn began, astonished. But Marilen had not finished.

‘I came to tell you that, whatever you might think, I am certain that Ranesh is guilty of no wrong,’ she said clearly. ‘Also, that I am determined to stay here, whatever the future may hold. But I will no longer cringe upstairs in hiding and in ignorance of what is going on in the palace.’

Lindal snorted with laughter. ‘Is this “the poor little bride”?’ she whispered piercingly to Steven. ‘She has grown a few muscles, it seems.’

Marilen’s colour brightened even further but she tossed her head and turned to Doom. ‘No blame will attach to you, or to Lief, if anything happens to me,’ she said. ‘This is my decision, and mine alone.’

‘The decision is not yours to make, Marilen,’ Doom said grimly. ‘It is not only your father who fears for your safety.’

Marilen met his eyes without flinching. ‘The decision is mine, Doom,’ she said. ‘I will be a prisoner no longer, and that is final!’ She glanced at Steven and Lindal, then looked back to Doom and lifted her chin. ‘Discuss it with my father, if you wish,’ she added, with an unmistakable air of triumph. ‘He and Zeean are coming to Del.’

Sharn gave a muffled gasp. Steven and Lindal looked at her curiously,

‘The letter came this morning,’ Marilen said. ‘I should have read it at once, but—’ Again she glanced at Steven and Lindal. ‘But something happened which drove it from my mind. Zeean and Father will be here in a day or two.’

‘Well,’ said Doom, his face unreadable. ‘I am glad that I have returned in time to greet them.’

‘Doom, why have you returned?’ cried Sharn, suddenly recollecting.

‘Lief and Barda are no longer in the Hills,’ said Doom. ‘They have followed Jasmine into the caverns under the earth.’

Sharn stared at him, joy and fear mingling on her face. ‘Jinks was lying?’ she gasped.

‘Of course!’ said Marilen quietly. ‘Did I not tell you?’

‘My mother’s bees brought us the tale,’ Steven put in. ‘The story took time to spread to them, but it began, I gather, with vine-weaver birds in the Hills. I could not make head nor tail of it, for I had heard that Lief was in Tora. So I came to find out and, lo and behold, met Doom and Lindal on the road.’

‘Under the earth …’ Sharn shook her head. ‘So Jasmine is truly trying to find a secret way to the Shadowlands! And—and Lief and Barda are with her?’

‘So it seems,’ Steven nodded.

‘But Doom, you must go after them!’ cried Sharn. ‘You must stop them! They cannot save the prisoners alone! All that will happen is that Lief will deliver himself—and the Belt of Deltora, Doom!—into the Shadow Lord’s hands!’

‘The Belt cannot be taken beyond Deltora’s borders,’ Doom said. ‘We know this, and Lief knows it too.’

Sharn stared at him, unable to understand his calm. ‘But what of the Pirran Pipe? Lief was so sure it was the only way to defeat the Shadow Lord on his own ground.’

‘Perhaps Lief knows something we do not,’ Marilen murmured.

‘Perhaps he does,’ said Doom. He looked at the girl thoughtfully for a moment, then turned back to Sharn. ‘It was not an easy decision to return to Del, Sharn,’ he said gently. ‘My whole instinct was to continue. Then it came to me that it was Lief, Barda and Jasmine who restored the Belt of Deltora, and that they did it alone, without our help or protection.’

Sharn’s eyes were blinded with tears. ‘You are saying that we should trust them.’

‘I am saying that we must trust them,’ said Doom. ‘Our place, our task, is here—especially now. All we can do is keep faith. And wish Lief, Barda and Jasmine well, wherever they may be.’

Lief, Barda and Jasmine were in a place, and facing a challenge, that not even Doom could have imagined. They were following Lief’s plan. They were climbing the cavern wall that jutted beside the dome of Auron.

One of the raft-dwellers’ old patched boats floated below them. The Piper himself sat in the stern. Penn was with him, looking up anxiously. At their feet lay what remained of a great coil of rope, slowly unravelling as the three companions made their perilous climb.

‘The hand-holds are growing further and further apart,’ gasped Barda, hauling himself up to a new ledge.

‘You can stop now. We are already above the height of the dome,’ said Jasmine, who was climbing nimbly above him, the rope trailing behind her. ‘I will go on and attach the rope.’

She continued climbing, aiming for a lump of rock that jutted out high above them where the cavern wall curved to meet the roof.

Flattening himself against the rock beside Barda, Lief looked down. Far below, slightly to his right, the boat, small as a child’s toy, rocked beside the band of seaweed. The great coil of rope had completely unravelled. Now the rope hung loosely down the rock face, its knotted end swinging, rising steadily as Jasmine climbed.

And looming before him, rising from sluggish, milky waters, was the rounded shape of the dimly glowing dome. Arach crawled in the shadowy filth heaped at its base, feeding, spinning, watching.

The sound of the Pirran Pipe rang in Lief’s ears. He closed his eyes, fighting it down.

‘Very well. It is as secure as I can make it,’ Jasmine hissed from above.

Lief looked up. Through the dimness he could see that Jasmine had pulled her end of the rope from her waist and looped it over the jutting rock, tying it firmly.

She tugged at the rope to test it. Then, without a sign of fear, she leaned back over the terrible drop, curved her body so her feet touched the rocky wall, and began running downward, the rope slipping through her hands.

In moments she had reached the ledge where Lief and Barda stood.

‘Ready?’ she asked casually.

Barda took hold of the rope, his hands gripping it firmly just below Jasmine’s own.

‘Promise me, Lief,’ he muttered, ‘that if this should go wrong, you will get back to the rafts and return to Del, however you are able. We cannot risk—’

‘It will not go wrong if we follow Lief’s plan,’ snapped Jasmine. ‘I am sure the rope is long enough, and the fastening will hold. The most important thing is to push off the cliff-face as hard as we possibly can, so that we swing out fast and far enough to cross the gap. And when I say jump, Barda, you must jump. At once!’

Barda gritted his teeth. ‘And if I land safely on the top of the dome, but cannot hold myself in place?’ he muttered.

‘Then you will slide all the way down to the base and fight Arachs,’ said Jasmine calmly. ‘But if not, you will simply wait while I return with Lief.’

There was nothing further for Barda to say. With a grim nod, he tightened his grip on the rope and bent one knee so that the sole of his boot was planted firmly against the cliff-face. Then, on the count of three, he and Jasmine launched themselves into space.

Lief held his breath as they swung in a great arc towards the dome, two small figures at the end of a rope that looked impossibly frail. Time seemed to stop. The milky sea crawled beneath them. Their shapes showed dark against the dome’s dull glow, swinging up, up …