The Elfstones of Shannara

Chapter Thirty–Six

«Eretria!» Wil exclaimed softly, surprise and wariness in his voice. Disregarding the pain from his injury, he pushed himself up on one elbow for a closer look. «What are you doing here?»

«Saving you, it would appear.» She laughed, her dark eyes mischievous.

Sudden movement caught his eye, and he stared past her into the shadows. Two Rover women busied themselves at a sideboard near the rear of the wagon, rinsing cloths red with his blood in a basin of water. Instinctively, he reached up to his head and found that a bandage had been placed across the wound. He touched it gingerly and winced.

«I wouldn’t do that.» Eretria brushed his hand aside. «It is the only part of you that is clean.»

The Valeman glanced about quickly. «What have you done with Amberle?»

«Your sister?» she mocked. «She is safe enough.»

«You will excuse me if I am a bit skeptical about that.» He started to rise from the bed.

«Stay, Healer.» She forced him down again. Her voice lowered so that the women behind her could not hear. «Do you fear I might seek revenge because of your ill–conceived decision to leave me behind at the Tirfing? Do you think so little of me?» She laughed and tossed her head. «Perhaps now though, if you were given the chance, you would reconsider that decision. Is that possible?»

«Not in the least. Now what about Amberle?»

«Had I intended harm to you, Wil Ohmsford — or to her — I would have left the both of you to the cutthroats who chased you through Grimpen Ward.. The Elven girl is well. I will have her brought after we have talked.»

She turned to the women at the sideboard. «Go. Leave us.»

The women stopped what they were doing and disappeared through a flap at the other end of the wagon. When they had gone, Eretria turned back to the Valeman, her head cocked to one side.

«Well, what shall I do with you now, Wil Ohmsford?»

He took a deep breath. «How did you find me, Eretria?»

She grinned. «Easily enough. Word of your great healing power spread the length and breadth of Grimpen Ward within ten minutes of the time it took you to cure that fat woman innkeeper. Did you think that such a noisy performance would go unnoticed? ‘How do you think it was that you were found by those cutthroats?»

«You knew of that, too, then?»

«Healer, you are a fool.» She said it kindly, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek. «Rovers are the first to know anything that happens in the places where they travel. If it were not so, they would not long survive — a lesson you apparently have yet to learn. Once word spread of your wondrous act of healing, it was obvious to anyone, with half a brain that there would be some who would soon decide that one with your talent must surely be a man of wealth. Greed and drink mix well, Healer. You are lucky to be alive.»

«I suppose so,” he acknowledged, chagrined. «I should have been a bit more careful.»

«A bit. Fortunately for you, I realized who you were and prevailed upon Cephelo to let me find you, once the cry went up from the inn. Otherwise, you might be food for the dogs.»

«A pleasant thought.» Wil grimaced. He glanced at her quickly. «Cephelo knows that I am here?»

«He knows.» She smiled and the mischievousness returned to her eyes. «Does that frighten you?»

«Let’s just say that it concerns me,” Wil admitted. «Why should he do anything for me after what happened back in the Tirfing?»

Eretria leaned close and put her slim, dark arms about his neck. «Because his daughter is persuasive, Healer, persuasive enough that at times she may influence even so difficult a man as Cephelo.» She shrugged. «Besides, he has had time to rethink what happened at the Tirfing. I have convinced him, I think, that it was none of your doing that in fact you saved the lives of the Family.»

Wil shook his head doubtfully. «I don’t trust him.»

«Nor should you,” she agreed. «But for tonight, at least, he should cause you no concern. He will wait until morning to have you answer to him. By then, at any rate, your pursuers will have worn themselves out chasing shadows and have gone back again to the taverns for fresh ale and a more tangible source of gain.»

She rose then, slipped away in a flash of blue silk, and returned a moment later with a damp cloth and a fresh basin of water which she placed on the floor next to the bed.

«We must clean you up, Healer. You reek of sweat and dirt, and your clothes are ruined.» She paused. «Take them off and I’ll wash you.»

Wil shook his head. «I will wash myself. Can you lend me some clothes?»

She nodded, but made no move to go. The Valeman flushed.

«I would like to do this by myself, if you don’t mind.»

The dazzling smile broke across her face. «Oh, but I do mind.»

He shook his head. «You really are incorrigible.»

«You are for me, Wil Ohmsford. I told you that before.»

The smile faded, replaced by a look so sensuous and compelling as to cause Wil to forget momentarily what it was that he was about. When she started to lean toward him, he forced himself to sit up quickly on the bed. Dizziness washed over him, but he kept himself upright.

«Will you bring me the clothes?»

For an instant her eyes went dark with anger. Then she rose, crossed to a cupboard, removed some clothing, and brought it to him.

«You may have these.» She tossed them in his lap.

She started past him, then dipped suddenly and kissed him quickly on the mouth. «Wash and dress yourself then.» She sniffed, slipping away.

She opened a door at the end of the wagon and disappeared into the night, closing the door behind her securely and latching it from without. Wil grinned in spite of himself. Whatever her intentions, she was not about to let him run off. Quickly he stripped away his old clothing, washed, and put on the clothes Eretria had supplied. They fit well, though they were the clothes of a Rover and he felt more than a little strange wearing them.

He had just finished dressing when the door opened again and Eretria appeared with Amberle. The Elven girl was dressed in Rover pants and tunic with a sash and headband to hold back her waist–length hair. Her face was freshly scrubbed and a bit startled. She glanced at Wil’s head and there was immediate concern in her green eyes.

«Are you all right?» she asked quickly.

«I have seen to his needs.» Eretria brushed her question aside smoothly She pointed to the bed opposite Wil’s. «You can sleep there. Be certain that you do not try to leave the wagon tonight.»

She gave Wil a knowing smile, then turned away and moved to the door. She was halfway through when she glanced back suddenly.

«Good–night, brother Wil. Good–night, sister Amberle. Sleep well.»

With a grin, she slipped through the door. The latch fastened behind her with a click.

The Valeman and the Elven girl slept that night within the Rover wagon. It was dawn when they awoke, the new light seeping through cracks in the shuttered windows to light the dusky gloom. Wil lay silent for a time, gathering his thoughts, waiting for the sleep to clear from his eyes. After a moment, he reached within his tunic for the small leather pouch containing the Elfstones, checked to be certain that they were still there, then replaced the pouch. It did not hurt to be careful, he thought. He was halfway out of the bed when Amberle ordered him back in again, scrambling up from the other bed to reach him. Carefully she examined the injury to his head and readjusted the bandage. When she had finished, Wil pushed himself up beside her and surprised her with a quick kiss on one cheek. She flushed slightly and smile, her child’s face beaming.

A short time later the door latch released and Eretria stepped through, carrying a tray of bread, honey, milk, and fruit. Brown limbs slipped from beneath a diaphanous white gown that swirled about the Rover girl like smoke. The dazzling smile flashed at the Valeman.

«Well rested, Wil Ohmsford?» She deposited the tray on his lap and winked. «Cephelo will speak with you now.»

She left without saying a word to, Amberle. Wil glanced at the Elven girl when Eretria had gone and shrugged helplessly. Amberle’s smile was forced.

Minutes later, Cephelo appeared. He entered without knocking, his tall, lean frame stooping slightly as it passed through the entry. Dressed in black and wrapped in the cloak of forest green, he appeared just as he had when they had first observed him on the banks of the Mermidon. The wide–brimmed hat was cocked jauntily on his head, and he removed it with a flourish as he entered, a broad grin splitting his swarthy face.

«Ah, the Elflings, the Healer and his sister. We meet again.» He bowed. «Still looking for your horse?»

Wil smiled. «Not this time.»

The Rover looked down the length of his hooked nose at them. «No? Have you lost your way then? Arborlon, as I remember, lies north.»

«We have been to Arborlon and left again,” the Valeman replied, setting aside the tray.

«Come to Grimpen Ward.»

«Both of us, it seems.‘’

«Indeed.» The tall man seated himself opposite the two. «In my case, business takes me many places that I might not otherwise care to go. But what of yourself, Healer? What brings you to Grimpen Ward? Surely not the prospect of applying your art to the denizens of so shabby a village as this one.»

Wil hesitated a moment before responding. He was going to have to be very careful what he told Cephelo. He knew the man well enough by now to appreciate the fact that if the Rover were to discover anything that he might turn to his own advantage, he would be quick to do so.

«We have business of our own,” he replied carelessly.

The Rover pursed his lips. «You do not seem to be doing very well in its pursuit, Healer. Your throat would be cut by now if not, for me.»

Wil waned to laugh aloud. The old fox! He was not about to admit that Eretria had anything to do with saving them.

«We seem to be in your debt once again,” he offered.

Cephelo shrugged. «I was hasty in my judgment of you at the Tirfing; I let my concern for my people override my common sense. I blamed you for what happened when I should have thanked you for aiding. That has bothered me. Saving you now eases my sense of guilt.»

«I am gratified to learn that you feel this way.» Wil did not believe one word of it. «This has been a difficult time for my sister and me.»

«Difficult?» Cephelo’s dark face mirrored sudden concern. «Perhaps there is something more that I can do to aid you — something to be of service. If you would tell me what it is, exactly, that brings you to this most dangerous part of the country…?»

Here it comes, Wil thought. Out of the corner of his eye; he watched Amberle frown in warning.

«I wish that it were within your power to help.» Wil did his best to sound sincere. «But I am afraid that it is not. What I need most is the guidance of someone familiar with the history of this valley, its marks, and its legends.»

Cephelo clapped his hands lightly. «Well, then, perhaps I can be of assistance after all. I have traveled the Wilderun many times.» He lifted a long finger to the side of his head. «I know something of its secrets.»

Perhaps, Wil thought. Perhaps not. He wants to know what we are doing here.

The Valeman shrugged. «I do not feel that we should impose further on your hospitality by involving you in our affairs. My sister and I can manage.»

The Rover’s face was expressionless. «Why not tell me what it is that brings you here — let me judge if the imposition is so great.»

Amberle’s hand closed tightly on Wil’s arm, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes locked on Cephelo’s. He knew that he was going to have to tell the Rover something.

«There is a sickness within the house of the Elessedils, rulers of the Elves.» He lowered his voice. «The King’s granddaughter is very ill. The medicine she needs is an extract from a root that can only be found here, within the Wilderun. I alone know that — I and my sister. We have come here in search of that root, for if we can find it and carry if to the Elven ruler, the reward will be great.»

He felt Amberle’s grip loosen abruptly. He did not dare to look at her face. Cephelo was silent for a moment before replying.

Do you know where within the Wilderun this root can be found?“

The Valeman nodded. «There are books, ancient books of healing from the old world, that speak of the root and the name of its location. But it is a name long since forgotten, long, since erased from the maps that serve the races now. I doubt that the name would mean anything to you.»

The Rover leaned forward. «Tell it to me anyway»

«Safehold,” Wil declared, watching the other’s dark face. «The name is Safehold.»

Cephelo thought a moment, then shook his head. «You were right the name means nothing. Still…» He paused deliberately, rocking back slightly as if deep, in thought: «There is one who might know the name, one familiar with the old names of this valley I could lead you to him, I suppose. Ah, but Healer, the Wilderun is very dangerous country — you know that yourself since you most certainly crossed through some small part of its forests to reach Grimpen Ward. The risk to my people and myself if we were to aid you in such a perilous search would be great.» He shrugged apologetically. «Besides, we have other commitments, other places to which we must travel, other business to which we must attend. Time is a precious thing to such as we. Surely you can appreciate that.»

«What is it that you are saying?» The Valeman demanded quietly.

«That without me, you will fail in your quest. That you need me; that I in turn wish to offer my help. But such help as you seek cannot be given without, ah… adequate recompense.»

Wil nodded slowly. «What recompense, Cephelo?»

The Rover’s eyes glittered. «The Stones you carry. The ones that hold the power.»

The Valeman shook his head. «They would be useless to you.»

«Would they? Is their secret so dark?» Cephelo’s eyes narrowed. «Do not suppose me a fool. You are no simple Healer. That much was obvious almost from the moment we first met. Still, it matters not to me who you are — only what you have. You have the power of the Stones and I wish it.»

«Their magic is Elven.» Wil forced himself to remain calm, hoping desperately that he had not lost control of the situation, «Only one of Elven blood can wield their power.»

«You lie badly, Healer,” the big man’s voice was ugly.

«He speaks the truth,” Amberle interjected quickly, her face frightened. «If not for the Stones, he would not have even attempted this search. You have no right to ask him to give them up to you.»

«I have the right to ask whatever I choose,” Cephelo snapped, brushing her words aside with a wave of his hand. «In any case, I believe neither of you.»

«Believe what you wish.» Wil’s voice was steady. «I will not give you the Stones.»

The two men stared wordlessly at each other for a moment, the Rover’s face hard and threatening Yet there was fear there as well — fear generated by Cephelo’s vivid memory of the power locked within the Elfstones, power that Wil Ohmsford had mastered. With great effort he forced himself to smile.

«What will you give me then, Healer? Am I expected to do this service for nothing? Am I expected to risk lives and property without any form of recompense at all? There must be something of value that you can give me — something that has worth equal to that of the Stones you so stubbornly refuse to yield. What then? What will you give me?»

Wil tried desperately to come up with something, but there was absolutely nothing else he carried that was worth more than a few pennies. Yet just when he had decided that the situation was hopeless, Cephelo snapped his fingers sharply.

«I will make a bargain with you, Healer. You say that the Elven King will reward you if you bring to him the medicine that will cure his granddaughter. Very well. I will do what I can to help you learn something of this place you call Safehold. I will take you to one who might know the name. I will do that and nothing more. In exchange for this, you must give me half of whatever reward you receive from the Elven King. Half. Is it agreed?»

Wil thought it over a moment. A curious bargain, he decided. Rovers seldom, if ever, gave anything away without first getting something in return. What was Cephelo about?

«Are you saying that you will help me learn the location of Safehold…»

«If I can.»

«… but you will not come with me to find it?»

Cephelo shrugged. «I have no wish to risk my life unnecessarily. Finding the medicine and conveying it to the Elven King’s granddaughter is your problem. My part of the bargain is merely to help you on your way.» He paused. «Do not, however, presume that once gone you are therefore free of me. Any attempt to cheat me of what you owe would end very badly for you.»

The Valeman frowned. «How will you know whether or not I am successful if you do not come with me?»

Cephelo laughed. «Healer, I am a Rover — I will know! I will know all that happens to you, believe me.»

His smile was so wolfish that for an instant Wil was certain that there was another meaning to his words. Something was wrong; he could sense it. Yet they needed help from somewhere in finding their way through the Wilderun — help that would permit him to forgo any use of the Elfstones. If Cephelo were to give them that help, it might mean the difference between success and failure in finding the Bloodfire before the Demons found them.

«Is it agreed?» Cephelo asked again.

Wil shook his head. He would test the Rover. «One half is too much. I will give you a third.»

«A third!» Cephelo’s face darkened momentarily, then relaxed. «Very well. I am a reasonable man. A third.»

That had been entirely too easy, Wil thought. He glanced at Amberle, seeing in her eyes the same mistrust that flickered in his own. But the Elven girl said nothing. She was leaving the decision to him.

«Come, come, Elfling,” Cephelo pressed. «Do not be all day about it.»

The Valeman nodded. «All right. It is agreed.»

«Good.» The Rover stood. «We will leave at once since our business here is ended. But you are to remain within the wagon for a time. It would not do to have you seen again in Grimpen Ward. Once we are into the deep forest, you may come out.»

He smiled broadly, dipped the wide–brimmed hat in parting and passed back through the entry. The door closed softly behind him and locked. Wil and Amberle sat staring at each other.

«I don’t trust him,” Amberle whispered.

Wil nodded. «Not at all.»

Moments later, the wagon lurched forward and began to roll and their journey into the Wilderun was under way once more.