THE HOUR

It had been two wakings since Reign had set her fair eyes on Myeopike, two wakings that to the rest of the folks in lands beyond was at least an entire fortnight. Indeed, time in the hall passed ever so slowly with the lovely mother to be spending long moments of wakefulness thinking of the beautiful life within her. Such was her joy in peace that she sang rhymes of laughter and warmth making the ant soldiers wish they were inside the grand hall with the Spekai’s companion rather than being outside guarding in the bleak weather.

Several times the ants guarding the entrance requested with Redtuth himself if just one of them could at least scurry inside the grand hall, well out of sight of its occupant of course, if only to experience the warmth and laughter. And every time they asked they were told strictly.

“Ants of Derumdorum are tough, not taken up by gentleness and frivolous thinking. What would Kotulous the old think of us, this lot? We are his most prized and strongest warriors!” Redtuth spoke harsh but the truth.

“We have to remain unseen by the human living there,” reasoned one young soldier nodding, “It is hard, she is made of the sweetest most happ—”

“That is enough I say.” He was cut short; “Back to work young ant warriors, soldiers of the Redtuth Squadron and guards of the grand hall!”

So it was that Reign continued her wakeful moments singing to the life within her womb, filling not only the grand hall with the warm music of her voice and the joy in her words but the hearts of the guardian ants as they marched forth and back out of sight around the entrance. Even the birds and other creatures that had for long abandoned the grand hall now, began to quietly fly over, way high above the circular entrance, drawn by the singing of Myeopike’s human Lady friend. She never did see any of them, just the empty hall and its chambers set inside walls bare of mirrors. It was the occasional torch that burned in a bracket along the interior’s walls and it was shadows that Reign saw but not ever her face.

There were two reasons for this. The Spekai folk never found need to see themselves in mirrors, they knew exactly what they looked like and Myeopike was no different. He had told Reign the same when once she had asked for a mirror so as to view her braided hair, a trick she felt surprised she knew.

“How did I do it Myeopike? I do not recall you ever teaching me the way to twist my hair like this,” she had said, deep in thought.

“I taught you not my dear,” the Spekai had smiled his best smile, “You are a big surprise yourself Reign.” And then they had laughed. Now alone, she remembered the incident and smiled thinking also where her beloved could be. Absent-mindedly she began braiding her hair.

Myeopike had reached Greo just as the Wise One was seeing young Hegleok off so, he waited out of sight for the Wise One to be alone again. While he waited outside The Tree, peering through the gaps in the thick trees’ trunks wall at the sight of two talking and Zetreh readying to leave, the Spekai’s mind never left the thought of his beloved companion back home. A prisoner she was, a captive and she did not even know it. It broke his heart to think that he, a Spekai in love with such a lovely creature had to treat her like that. It could wait no more, he had to speak with the Wise One… and then it happened, Zetreh and the Hegleok left.

“I know you have waiting your turn to have your say,” The Wise One spoke aloud in the direction of the Spekai. He did not realize it, which is why when the Wise One said, “Myeopike, why do you not come closer and speak what you have to say?”

The Spekai started and hurried on inside The Tree. “Pardon me Wise One for I had not realized that it is I you were talking with for a moment there.” He stopped speaking as soon as he noticed a deep frown between the two eyebrows on the ever-wrinkled face before his own.

“Myeopike,” the lips moved slowly, “You must not waste time with silly apologies…certainly you did not and could not know I had seen you and therefore was talking to you.” The Wise One raised an arm and patted the Spekai lightly, then together they walked to the seat of stone where the Wise One sat while the other remained standing.

“You no doubt saw Ermal Hegleok leave The Tree only moments before… how is Edsoniea?”

Myeopike sighed at the question, “Reign is well.” He answered confidently and then softly whispered, “I love her so… and she loves me.” The Wise One stared ahead not looking at the whispering Spekai.

“She loves what she does not know my friend,” the Wise One looked at the Spekai. “Delight Myeopike! The most powerful person in the world of every being is dwelling with you, in the grand hall. Edsoniea Hegleok owns the right to be heir through her child. Love her while she remains yours to love.”

The Spekai appeared confused. “You are the powerful one, Wise One! One cannot ever be certain of how children may turn out to grow… Reign has told me we are to be parents.” He felt happy and had turned a deep red.

“I am the Wise One and guardian of my folk and all that is fair and true,” said the Wise One earnestly, “Edsoniea Hegleok is power, righteousness and compassion, all of which are in need and will always be most sought in every land.”

Myeopike nodded understanding.

The Wise One smiled and said, “I shall further increase your joy Myeopike my old friend,” “There are two lives growing within that one life you so dearly love.”

The company of nurts was resting on the borders of Wyoungthed woodland a little apprehensive of what might await them ahead in the land beyond the forest that stood on before them now. Untholio had somewhat calmed down and settled against the trunk of a nearby tree.

“I bet Inckle passed through that tree land there and came out the other side to find a nice land.” Untholio said, a dreamy smile on his face.

“Do you not fear that dark, menacing forest beyond?” Astra whispered loudly poking his head from behind the tree in what was supposed to be a frightening act, it of course was completely wasted on the.other.

“I have had my share of frights,” Untholio grinned broadly looking straight ahead unflinching. His grin broadened as he turned to face the Stone Lover.

“Are you implying that there are creatures more silly than you in there?” A curious expression on his face.

Astra jumped out from behind the trunk but too late, Untholio had run straight at the trees. Laughing, the others followed, before any of them had realized it, they had crossed over the thresh hold of their land, stepping into the strange forest in search of Inckle.

They had gone several steps and were well covered by tree trunks thick and tall with long branches nearly touching the ground when Untholio stopped.

“There stays Wyoungthed

Land of home,

We walk away

In search of

The ones who have left,

The mother, the child

Together,

To fight the war

Against Time…”

Everyone stood and listened, even the forest appeared to hear every word of the rhyme. Untholio turned and stood facing the Wyoungthed woodland and further away the land itself, its folk on better wakings, Inckle and so on the memories flooded his mind.

“Will it ever be the same, Wyoungthed? Life? With so many gone…” Untholio said aloud to no one but it was Trejeth who answered him quietly with an arm across his friend’s shoulders turning him around and helping him to walk on.

“We will know the answer to the questions you ask my friend when the moment of knowing dawns.” Trejeth said as they walked further away from home soil, all were silently staring ahead.

“I wonder if I will ever see my dear mother and my dear brother and sister… My heart wishes it to happen but my mind …”

The two where now walking with the rest and Korehk heard Untholio’s say. “Wish then my friend, your heart it is, that shall win.”

Fiel nodded, “Yes. Korehk speaks the truth. What one really hopes and wishes for with a fair heart, theirs it is.” They walked on, the Fordust Creek woodlands were darker, colder than their home woodland and soon the friends began to separate, walking through trees but Korehk it was who always gathered the group back together. Somewhere in the middle of the woods they felt exhausted and settled to a rest. Fiel removed some earth cakes from the bag now a quarter less full and began handing it out to the others. They each had their fill and one by one fell asleep to the sounds of the forest all around.

“There!” Fiel awakened with a start. Someone had yelled. “Untholio?” She looked around her. She was alone. The others were nowhere in sight.

“There! The other one awakens Master.” A voice to her left, not far off. Quickly Fiel got to her feet, heaved her bag over one shoulder and noticed that one other bag was lying there not far off where Astra had been resting. Bending to pick it up, she noticed it held floherb and clothes but before she could even reach it a voice shouted.

“Grab that one and take her to where the others are being held! I, your Master shall return soon.” A pair of strong hands grabbed Fiel and as she tried to run and break free, their grip tightened and she was lifted inches off the ground, a heavy blow to her head and Fiel saw blackness.

Ermal walked in to find the hall empty. He headed to the Council Room to find it transformed. Not wanting to soil the clean floorboard by stepping in with his soiled feet he turned heading up the stairs. Reaching the floor landing where his room awaited his return with its door firmly closed. He slipped inside, locked the door and breathed deep.

“Edsoniea! I know where you are… Hope the Spekai treats you well my sister dear…” He spoke to emptiness. Tossing dirty garments unto the floor, going to the far corner of the chamber where a wooden jar held water and next to it a basin sat idle, he washed his hands and face. It had been a tiring journey. Just as he turned away from the hand basin to his bed, he spotted the clothes on the floor and remembered the Spekai’s flat stone with the map of the woodlands and how to get to get to the grand hall scratched on its smooth surface. Searching it among the items of clothing he found it tied to the ends of his cloak, taking it in his hand he went over to the bed and fell upon it. His drifted to sleep but the noise from above and below disturbed him and finally he rolled over deciding he had better get ready, it was nearing sunset he thought and Cineon’s wedding hour. Picking his best garments he was quick to dress and once ready, he picked up the stone and wandered out of the room, even as he did so, he could hear Cineon’s voice from her own chamber talking to someone, Dreke it was, she sounded happy and tearful at the same time. Ermal smiled as he headed downstairs, “It is sunset!”

As he climbed down the stairs, Aliyha he saw was already at the bottom stair, looking elegant in a gown the color of green that fell ever so slightly off her shoulders with dark stockings and walking boots on her feet of the same color. Seeing his mother, the young Hegleok felt if only for a moment, admiration for this woman, she had so much power, yet it would destroy her if she let it.

“Mother!” Ermal called from the middle of the second landing and taking the rest of the stairs two at a time he reached her side smiling and panting.

“Ermal, you have returned!” she threw her arms around him in embrace. Her smile was glad and her words happy but even as she stepped back, he noticed darkness, a silent horror etched on her face. It was as if she was a ghost he thought. The front door banged closed and the two of them were startled but more so Aliyha, she appeared frightened.

“Lady Hegleok, my apology! The harsh wind has a power of its own, it was not my intent to enter the house of power in this manner.” A low bow, Zetreh had returned and he appeared as grimy as Ermal had been not long before. The two men greeted each other.“

I bring to you Lady Hegleok what you were in need of…” Zetreh said letting his words trail.

“Very well Zetreh, I thank you. Ermal, was your journey to the woodland successful? Did you bring with you some proof of the grand hall’s whereabouts?” Aliyha asked, her tone business like but her eyes dull.

“Mother, my journey as escort to the Spekai was a success,” he nodded, “I have proof of the grand hall’s existence not just in words but here on this flat rock.”

He held out the rock holding hand forward for her to see, over her shoulder Zetreh gave a small smile.

“I shall hold a meet of the entire Council at the break of tomorrow, for now let us get to the marriage ceremony. I am the head of this Council and all laws in this land, I must not be late.” With that she grabbed Ermal by his arm and marched toward the Council Room. Before entering, Aliyha turned to see Zetreh right behind them.

“Change Mister Almonne, change to your finest dress robes, and in the name of Hegleok, wash yourself clean!” Aliyha shook her head in disgust.

Zetreh obliged by turning away and down in the direction of the cellar where he had a few of his belongings, where he stayed. He had to wash and change. Ermal laughed softly as he watched him leave but said nothing.

The friends were in a cold stone chamber with an earthen floor. They lay unbound, unhurt. It was dark.

“Friends, are we all here, wherever ‘here’ is?” Trejeth said and his voice echoed.

“I remember being lifted off my feet and then not a thing did I see.” Fiel answered, “I still do not see.”

There were murmurs from the others.

“Where do you suppose we are?” Untholio asked, he was moving around and had stepped on Korehk’s foot.

“My gamhnurt brother!” The nurt exclaimed gasping, “Even should you tread on every single foot in this darkness you shall never realize where we are. Now sit for I shall tell you where I think we are.”

“Sorry!” came back Untholio’s say as he lowered himself to sit. There was a short silence.

“Do you all touch prickly growth in patches on the earth floor or am I the only one who feels it?” Korehk asked the others.

Quickly hands began too feel the earth.

“What is it that grows so harsh on this earthen floor? Certainly no floherb has a quality that can hurt.” Astra spoke bewildered.

“Floherbs are gentle to the touch.” Fiel felt her fingers get pricked and quickly drew her hand away.

“Korehk, tell us,” Trejeth spoke from somewhere in the dark. “Where are we?”

A deep sigh then Korehk said almost in a whisper. “In the dungeons of Nauoljath the Cruel* king of his beastly folk and of the Creek woodland.”

“And who might that be?” Trejeth asked what was on all of their minds, he sounded amused.

Korehk sighed again. “My answer will please no one, it shall anger amusement. Nauoljath is guardian of the Creek woodland, no friend to strangers who take abode in his forest.”

The darkness appeared to deepen as these words were spoken.

“Korehk, how do you know this?” Fiel asked quietly.

“He is friends with Myeopike, I have seen the two hold long meetings within the grand hall.” came the answer.

Untholio gulped a mouthful of nothing, reaching out he grabbed Korehk’s arm, shaking it hard. “Why did you not say a word about this to us before? You knew what we did not.” There was something in his tone of voice that said he was annoyed.

“Untholio, Korehk must have good reason for not telling us what he knows. You have to respect him no matter what he does or does not do.” Fiel scolded. Untholio released the other’s arm, saying not a word.

“Lady Fiel, you are kind and I thank you for your respect. I fear though that this time Untholio’s apology is undeserving to me, I have made an unwise decision.”

A pause followed, far off they all heard a rumbling sound as if of thunder or a great beast in pain and then the Stone Lover said, “I shall undo my doing of stupidity and get us all out of this place before it is too late.” Another far off noise, this time Korehk was certain of what it was even if the others were not.

Deituk paced to and fro awaiting the Folieke. He felt much stronger though a long way from being his normal self; strong and heartless in power. That he knew would happen when land-by-land withered in war and sickness and finally death. It would be such pleasure when the hour came for him to play his part in Lady Time’s play.

“Lord Deituk, giver of illness and lover of hate,” the voice came from outside the entrance of the hiding place; it was Foliek Erwufj who heralded the arrival of the Folieke, his spies.

“What news have you for me, Foliek Erwufj? We shall speak in this manner, you there, I your Lord within. For you are too large to step in and I am yet not strong enough to step out.”

Harfj exchanged a sidelong glance at the others; they were hovering at some distance away. “Not yet strong to poison the world…” he muttered loud enough for those around to shoot him warning looks.

“Lord Deituk, we bring news on all that goes on in lands that hold your interest.” Erwufj said, he was closer to the ground.

“My interest Foliek Erwufj lies in learning what Rieah is up to. Do you bring me information that will enlighten me as to what the wise one so unwisely does?” a cackle echoed from within the hiding place and around the edge of the living world and the sound would carry on for miles and miles, it felt. Harfj fluttered his wings frightened, angry.

“Well, Foliek?” Deituk was scowling, waiting for an answer.

“My apologies Lord Deituk. I was lost in your perfectly truthful remark. I believe what I have to say will please Lord Deituk much.”

And so the Folieke and Deituk talked. With each passing moment, Deituk learnt more and more of the happenings concerning Rieah and her beloved land and its folk or what ever was left of them. Of her strong allies they spoke and by the time the Folieke took leave, Deituk felt power grow within his weakened self.

Swulirha and Inckle walked to the wrecked cabin and began to search through remains. The wind was stronger than a while before, it whipped at their faces and the two struggled with their cloaks.

“Beneath this board Inckle,” Swulirha indicated a heavy looking wood board, she made to lift it up and Inckle soon lifted his end of it.

“This is heavy Lady Swulirha,” he struggled to hold his end of the large board up, Swulirha had let her side drop and was peering under the raised potion.

“I will hold it up with little effort, I am a gamhnurt. Look carefully under this one Lady.” Inckle felt like his arm were growing every moment but he stayed still.. After long moments and after his arms grew accustomed to the heaviness he began to realize that what he was holding was in fact a part of what not long ago had been one part of the cabin roof.

“It appears that this is part of the roof Lady Swulirha. It must have fallen in when that big branch broke off that tree there…” his eyes moved as he spoke.

“Correct you are! I see blankets and—” Swulirha straightened up even as they heard a rumble from afar. “Let us go back, another pair of hands or two could be of use.” Inckle stood rooted nodding.

Seeing his frightened face Swulirha said, “It is merely the harsh wind that makes that noise. Do not fear.” But what he heard sounded nothing like wind, Inckle thought. It sounded like an animal in pain, a large beast. As the two trudged along back to the others Inckle said to Swulirha, his voice barely audible over the noise of the wind.

“Who is it that dwells within the Creek woods, Lady?” Swulirha looked surprised at this question.

“It is Nauoljath the Cruel and his beastly folk for certain. Why do you ask Inckle?” she wondered. “You do not think—”

Inckle nodded, “I do think that is the cry of a beast in pain, Lady Swulirha,” he said, they were a few steps from their cabin when a second rumble they heard and looking over his shoulder he felt certain, “That is the cry of an animal in pain.”

Swulirha nodded agreement now, “One of Nauoljath’s young wives, the youngest of the uncountable was said to have been carrying child, and I heard word of it many whiles ago when I was returning from Stompsledge. I did not linger long to hear more than what my ears heard or see more than my eyes saw as I passed through the forest.”

They had reached the cabin and were inside just as a gust of harsh wind made them hurtle through the door, cloaks billowing and the cold piercing every layer of clothing worn.

Once the door was firmly closed, Inckle rushed to the fireplace and placing a few more logs to burn began warming himself.

“The wind has worsened, there will be another snow storm.” Swulirha told the others as she walked over to the fireplace too. Kwairha, Nuorta and Westeria had been packing clothes and food. Two bundles, one of each item sat on the floor waiting to be tied up and carried on shoulders. They had left room for some extra blankets and things they might need.

“One of you ladies must come outside with Inckle and myself,” Swulirha addressed Westeria and Nuorta, “We found some warm blankets and cloaks under a fallen roof board of your cabin.”

Inckle and Swulirha left followed by Nuorta.

“Why did you not mention Nauoljath’s—?” Inckle whispered urgently, he was walking beside Swulirha as they left the cabin again. “I wish not to frighten them. Be quiet Inckle until we know for certain what goes on in the Creek woodland.”

By the time the three reached the broken down cabin, they felt frozen. “Let us move quickly before the storm worsens.”

Three pairs of hands work faster than one and two so the three of them collected what all they could find under the rubble. Inckle and Nuorta held the heavy board up as best they could while Swulirha crouched low and rummaged through the snow and debris. The storm got steadily worse with snow starting to fall hard and the wind fiercely strong. Inckle could feel his whole self turning slowly numb but he kept silent, the ladies too must feel the cold but, that did not hinder their doings, he respected them.

“This is all there is under this board,” Swulirha had straightened up and was piling the few things she had found among which was a very thick warm blanket, two cloaks and several pairs of mismatched stockings. No food.

They lowered the board. Swulirha was already walking toward a high rise of remains.

“This was where the rear chamber was,” she called to them over her shoulder, they clambered on quickening the pace as much as much as they could, removing board pieces and snow.

“Reckon we will find anything under here?” she was pointing at the mound.

Myeopike sat silently. He watched the Wise One read writings off smooth stones and then place each in a particular order; the stones were of various sizes. It was very silent within the Tree, only the crackling of the fire and the under breath mumbling of the Wise One reading off the script could be heard. The Spekai began to doze off and in his sleepy mind’s eye he saw Reign. She appeared well but bored. Her fingers entwined strands of her beautiful hair braiding it, all the while staring at the entrance to the grand hall eager for his return. Myeopike felt certain that their bedchamber had not been stepped into. He awoke, her face embedded in his mind.

“She is so beautiful that even a sleepy mind forgets to remember to sleep, Myeopike?” the Wise One said without looking up from the stone arranging.

“Reign is power and kindness, she is strength and weakness. Reign is love…” he smiled sheepishly. He walked over to where the other was hunched over a pile of stones.

“What is it that you are tiring yourself doing, Wise One?” Myeopike bent trying to make sense of what the arranged flat rocks were all about.

“In a while my friend, in a while. You shall see and know what I have known for long wakings.” The Wise One told him kindly.

Aliyha stood by the window lost in thought. The weather outside was bleak, gray clouds hung overhead promising a heavy downpour. The wind howled in the distance, the closed windows and doors blocked out its sound but without much effect. Ermal stoked the fire.

“Mother, it is you who shall preside over the ceremony, am I right?” he spoke into the fire and as he straightened up to his full height he looked her way.

“Mother?” she appeared distant, tired. “Is everything all right?” Ermal sensed something was out of the ordinary, he felt angry at being trapped in secrets and wished for the thousandth time he knew what was happening, that Edsoniea was with him. Aliyha felt his gaze stare at her; out of the corner of her eye she noticed the forlorn look on his face.

“I apologize dear, you caught your old mother in a moment of reminisce. I was thinking about when your father and I were wedded, of when you and your siblings were born, Cineon so tiny and now, she marries… How whiles pass!” She stepped away from the window and to her desk, “What hour is it, Ermal?”

Ermal looked out of the window and on to the west, there was no sun visible but a faint glare caressed the sky, he shrugged, “Near the moment of sunset I believe.” He turned back to his mother.

“Dreser and Cineon… She is so happy, I heard her a while back talking to Dreke.” He sighed. “Where is Dreser?”

“Here! I am here Ermal my soon to be lovely wife’s brother!” A bow from Dreser as he stepped inside, he was clad in an elegant black wedding garment over which was draped a cloak of silver white. Upon his feet he wore plain sandals made of hardened dull cloth, as was the fashion that grooms followed during those times.

“Shame this weather! Is it even possible to see the sun setting through this murkiness?” he was staring out the window, his face hidden from view.

“Are you being disrespectful of my daughter’s wishes, young man?” Aliyha asked, her voice thunderous. Dreser spun around.

“Lady Aliyha!” alarmed, he walked over to her desk behind which Aliyha now stood rigid. “Lady, do not think that of my say… I plead with you! I was simply speaking of the –”

"Calm yourself Dreser son of Deituk. It was a mere test… You have done fair in your answer.” Aliyha smiled as she sat herself back down. She opened a long ledger which lay on one side of the enormous desk, setting it down she said aloud.

“The family Ledger is where the family’s records of births, deaths, marriages and other issues of significance are kept,” she looked up at Dreser, with her left hand she turned yellowed pages. “My family has recorded its ancestral history as significant entries in this book, Cineon’s marriage to you is the first marriage of the present generation of the Hegleoks’.” Even as she said this, voices were heard coming across the hall and Ermal who had been standing near the open doorway exclaimed, “Cineon comes!”

Aliyha and Dreser moved away from the desk and stood each across from each other facing the door. Ermal stayed where he was so that when the bride entered, he greeted her warmly saying, “Enter sister dear, it is your hour!”

Cineon replied happily, “Ermal, you have returned and for that my heart is glad!” Brestuev and Dreke entered, greeted Dreser and took their place with their backs to the blazing fire. Each attired in somber colored garments with cloaks to match.

“Daughter Cineon,” spoke Aliyha as she embraced her, “You are to be wedded in a moment, after you commit yourself to this young man, you can no longer hold your position in the Hegleok council but instead it will be your husband who will be a member of the council for as long as he lives. After him, it shall be your eldest child who will take over Dreser’s position.”

She walked to her desk, “You will for certain have a home here… The Hegleok council members must live under the same roof at all times. Are you in agreement with these stated conditions?”

Cineon appeared uncertain, she looked from one face to the other as she asked, “If I do not agree, what then?” Aliyha frowned.

Dreser sighed saying, “Cineon, What is it you mean to say?” The bride in her wedding gown of rose pink stared around at the faces before her and her expression was serious. Dreser cleared his throat and taking a step toward her said, “Is it not your wish to wed me and be united in love? I do love you and that is indeed my desire. Speak to me of what you want, whatever it might be.”

Ermal turned quietly away and walked to the window while the other two brothers remained where they were. It was Lady Hegleok who none noticed. As Dreser spoke, she felt lost in his every word. It was as if he was talking to her he knew her from a long ago day… Aliyha felt passion for the voice who had said those words to her and fear toward the man… she sank into her chair trembling. Several moments passed.

“I want the same union of love as you do,” Cineon broke the silence. “I want one more thing also,” Dreser stepped closer to her so that now he could touch her face.

“Tell me…” he caressed Cineon’s face.

She stepped aside. “I want a say in every decision regarding this child.” She looked around the room. “Is this condition accepted? I do not say that I shall wed you not should I be denied this… Only that as a mother I shall consider this my reward.” Her hands pressed gently around herself.

Dreser sighed. “For certain Cineon. How could you ever imagine me denying the mother of my child and the woman who holds my heart captive such rights?”

Cineon smiled and her arms fell to her side, her face glowed.

“Dreser dear…” Their hands touched, Aliyha sat upright,

“While all this has been settled between you two, I still am the head of this council, the authority that shall wed you both. I have yet not said my say on this matter.” Aliyha stood, an imposing figure. Cineon and Dreser looked at her apprehensively. None of the other three stole a glance at their mother, for Dreke and Brestuev cared little about petty matters and knew that their mother would do what she thought wise. Ermal knew too well his mother would do not a wrong to anger Dreser. He continued to stare out the window to the west as the sun began its descent.

“As legal head of the Hegleok Council, I,” a pause as Lady Hegleok looked her daughter in the eye. “Would not ever turn down such a request. As a mother I never would deny my daughter a prominent role in her child’s life.” She smiled and added, “Step forth and sign the family ledger. I wish to let you be legally wedded. Here…” Aliyha turned the long book around holding the quill out to the pair of them.

The three Redgates and Xeira made their way back to the front of the cave where Hurdernut breakfasted on roasted meat and a watery brew along with Oliukus, Yesew and Urmier. As the guests arrived before them Hurdernut invited the four to sit with himself and his men.

“Have a bite of the day’s first meal with us Lady Aengomier of the Truoles, will you not?” Xeira smiled kindly.

“My companions and I thank you. I fear we eat what grows in the soil under our feet.”

Oliukus frowned at this. “You survive on leaves? How can a person live by eating plant as food?” Xeira started to answer but stopped when she realized that it was to Tesma that he was talking to.

“From the soil it is our folk came to be and from the earth it is that we get our strength. The earth provides its children and we respect it.” The men looked impressed.

“Well said!” said Hurdernut as he raised a chunk of meat to his mouth. “Tell me though,” he turned to the Lady Truole, “Do you not eat the flesh off a beast either?”

Xeira smiled for a second time. “I come from people who were wave dwellers. I eat what the sea offers me. It is respect for the Wise One and her land, its folk that I now eat herb.” She accepted the drink they offered her though, it tasted salty and sweet. The nurts sipped some too from stone tumblers.

“I ask once again,” Xeira said quietly, she was looking at Hurdernut, “Are you on the Wise One’s side in this war of time?”

Wully, Tesma and Kirestle held their breath as they waited to hear the answer.

Oliukus stood and walked to the entrance. “In my moments of slumber,” he said. “I saw my mother and it struck me,” he turned and walked back to the group, stood by his father. “The men of Hurdar have lived for so very long ages untouched by time. Time believes that her doing was a punishment for not joining her side. A harsh punishment indeed.”

Tesma spoke quietly, almost to herself, “She gifted the men of these ills undying years on this living world and to us the children of Rieah, a sudden cold death.” Oliukus sat down and reached out and touched her hand. “I hear you Tesma Redgate,” their eyes met for a moment. “Such generosity deserves much gratefulness!” The chief’s son looked at his father who nodded, “Tell them son…”

Oliukus spoke again, this time his voice was tougher than before, a leader’s voice. “The men of Hurdar are ready to test our strength. For Rieah and her folk!” he raised his arm high and the other three joined in saying, “To war against Time!” The nurts and Xeira also raised their hands and each pair joined the other.

“This is well,” exclaimed Xeira as she broke away from the others. “Oliukus, it is you I wish that would lead the men. Your father, Strong Hurdernut shall be needed here to mind those who leave late, for all cannot leave the hills at once.”

Oliukus stared disbelievingly at her, “How is a war to be won if an army fights not with all its strength Lady Aengomier?”

“This is no war of weapons Oliukus,” Xeira said, “This is a war of the hearts. One must fight it in deeds and words.”

“How will that reward Time with defeat? I do not follow…” said Oliukus, the cheering stopped.

Xeira looked at Tesma. “Tell him Tesma Redgate, I have need to speak with Strong Hurdernut.” With that, she lead the chief of the Hurdar men to the far side of the cave, Tesma, Wully and Kirestle were left with the three; Oliukus, Yesew and Urmier.

“Do you know what Time detests most about a people?” Tesma was not standing still but had begun to pace forth and back. When no answer came she sighed, “Time hates a people who stand in peace and joy. She dislikes the truth, which is why she has little control over lands just now. That shall change unless we all do everything we can, in each one’s own way to prolong the war.” She stared at the young men, at her mother and at Wully, tears trickled down her face.

“Have we, each one of us not lost someone we love because Time felt the need to show power and malice? Does a life not have the right to live in control of itself?”

Rieah the Wise mind’s spirit stared ahead not moving. The tiny flame burned strong and steady despite the harsh wind that plagued Flemezour. Inckle was safe and would sooner than later be in company of his beloved nurt mother and the others he so cared about.

Xeira Aengomier, her most powerful ally had gathered the Hurdar men and they had renewed their alliance to her, Rieah.

Old Dsarest’s mind’s spirit had taken to wander among the forests of bare trees before its Master had sent for it. Olaliefe and Elagust stationed themselves outside Ailieth guarding the chamber’s entrance.

Korehk and his companions sat motionless in silence as the loud noise echoed all around them.

“It comes from somewhere above,” murmured Korehk, he was on his feet and leaning against the cold stonewall of the dungeon, “No doubt Nauoljath tortures some beast…”

“I think not.” Fiel said from some far corner, she had been listening to the roars intently. “Does Nauoljath the Cruel take pleasures in nature’s doings?”

Korehk did not answer immediately but when he did, “I fear I do not understand Lady Fiel…”

Fiel giggled, “I merely mean, does the beast take lovers from among his folk?”

Astra burst out laughing as did some of others though not everyone understood.

“Oh my dear Lady!” The old nurt was very glad for the dark, his cheeks burned. “For certain he does. I might know what the noise is about after all, now that you mention it.”

“Go on then, tell us.” Untholio said eagerly.

“You see,” said the old Stone Lover, “It is his youngest wife who promised to bear him a son, an heir, one he would be proud of if he Nauoljath should wed her. He did.”

Trejeth spoke for the first time in long moments. “You think that might be her bringing the heir to this world, then?” Before Korehk could answer, there was a deafening clang and they were all bathed in a bright yet dull light. The door to the dungeon had been opened and in the opening, looking down at the captives and silhouetted by the glare stood Nauoljath’s own guard.

“Greetings prisoners!” a loud laugh that made Untholio tremble, it was more of an angry growl.

“I am Garge. I come with a message from my Master, Nauoljath.” He paused, looking down at them. “Listen well you five rats, it is at the hour of the next waking* that you shall be set free…” A collective gasp rose from the nurts.

“Out of here?” Untholio exclaimed, face aglow.

“Glad are you, then?” sneered Garge, “But of course, for certain you are… May it lighten your hearts further to learn what reward the Master has a wish to present to you, his honourable guests?” he laughed some more. “Let me see, what was it… Oh yes, Death!”

Untholio dashed forward and started clawing the wall right below the opening in an effort to reach Garge.

“Whatever have we done that we deserve death?” he yelled at the messenger. The others grabbed their clawing friend. Pulling him back they sat him on the ground.

“Untholio, calm down!” Astra said not unkindly, “Your yelling will get us nowhere friend.” He whispered, and then turned to the opening. “Truthful, my brother here asks a fair question… Do not deny us a fair answer I beg.”

“Well rats, I am impressed by your attitudes! Actually trying to fight me, my Master’s say!” Garge leered high above them. “You lingered far too long in the forest… There is your fair answer.”

Fiel stared up at him, angrily, “Has your Master ever thought that maybe we lingered for a good reason?”

Garge chuckled, “What? You felt tired walking the long distance from whichever holes you rats came from and decided to rest, correct?”

Fiel stepped forward, her face flushed, “Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!” the words rang out; the beast was surprised at such strength from so small a being.

“Correct me then, oh little mouse!” Out of the corner of her eye Fiel saw Korehk and the others stare at her, she smiled thinly.

“Your Master has been promised an heir, is that not right?”

Garge said, “It is true but what is it to you, you lot are nothing if not dirt!”

“Tell me Garge,” said Fiel sweetly, “How is your Master’s sweet young wife this very moment?”

Nauoljath’s guard growled, “My Master’s life is no concern of yours! Galahj is well.”

Korehk laughed, “’Galahj? Who is she? Your beloved?” There was a loud growl from far off that seemed to fill the entire dungeon. Garge quickly turned in the direction of the sound, a worried look on his face.

“Great Rieah! Your Master’s beloved holds your heart captive, does she not?” Fiel and Korekhk prodded.

“That is untrue!” snarled Garge but his reaction was a delayed one, his face still showed apprehension. “You do not know of what you speak of.”

“Do we not? Why is it then that you wear a look of worry?” “You confuse anger with worry. It angers me tha—”

“That the one you so love gives life to your Master’s child. Or am I wrong?” Fiel cut him off midway through his say, “Deny it! Can you Garge?”

The large beast roared and leapt into the air, he was down among them the next moment. He snarled, “I do not think Master will mind if his guests see their end a bit early… He might even thank his guard!” the nurts had all backed up against the further wall.

“We are not here to die Garge,” Fiel spoke fiercely, “And you shall not kill nor hurt us. Go tell Nauoljath we wish to see him, hold council with him. “We are no rats or any of the like. We are the children of the Wise One and are here to foretell the birth of an heir, your son is being born and so is Nauoljath’s heir.” Garge barred his teeth and looked her in the eye.

“Myeopike friend,” the Wise One called softly from behind the Spekai, he sat hunched fast asleep before a dying fire. As he stirred awake and began sitting straighter, the Wise One replenished the logs. “I hope your slumber was filled with pleasant dreams…”

Myeopike smiled, “Indeed, I have had a nice rest and very many dreams I have dreamed…of my beloved Reign who awaits me. I must go.” He stood and made to leave but the other stopped him saying, “Leave you may, my friend but not before you read what the Stone of the Future has to say.”

The two walked to the spot where the Wise One had sat putting the jigsaw bits of flat stone together.

“You have to understand Myeopike,” the Wise One spoke gently, “What you shall read, not many have. It was Dsarest the Wise that foretold the future of an heir, a mother and of Time. I was the one he gave the Stone of the Future to for safekeeping…he knew he would allow weakness to turn him against the world he guards. Dsarest has been one of Time’s greatest allies for long whiles.”

The Spekai frowned, “All that happened to my folk has been foretold by Wise Dsarest?” Myeopike’s face had a disheartened expression. “Could you not have stopped the dying of the Spekai folk?” he asked the other sullenly.

“What has been foretold cannot be denied its realism, dear friend. I could not have spared the Spekai people from their fate even should I have tried to. The wish to do it was in my heart but the powers against that of mine were too many and too great… I failed my wish.” The Wise One fell silent, a figure bent and hobbling along side the Spekai.

“You saved me Wise One,” Myeopike said quietly, reassuringly, he could feel the other’s hurt. “And you made me guardian of the Wyoungthed woodland.”

His friend patted his shoulder, “That would not have been so if you had not sought a place in my thinking. Thank you friend.”

By now, the two had reached where the flat stone lay. “Read off the Stone of the Future Myeopike.” the Wise One pointed a gnarled finger at the ground not too far from where the two stood. Uncertain, the Spekai walked forward and fell to his knees before the slab. “It is for you to read and know,” said the Wise One, “You do not need to fear the writing that was scratched upon that stone long wakings before now for what has been said thereon, shall come to be just as it has in wakings gone by. Unless Wise Dsarest decides to rewrite the future under Time’s influence.”

“Fairness is in knowing

What is to come,

Like in wakings gone past

All that occurred,

Is not unjustified.”

The Spekai looked up from the stone and toward his friend who nodded.

“Do not look so frightened, it was not ever Wise Dsarest’s intention to make the one who reads, afraid. He merely wanted to be fair.” Nodding, Myeopike returned his gaze back to the assembled stone writings.

“It is Wise Dsarest

That writes,

He and I

Are the same,

Though for how long

Before we change,

I cannot say.

I scribble in the wakings

When lands,

Stand Time free.

Sooner than later

My mind tells me,

That this shall not be.

Men and creatures

In war will perish,

For the power of Time

Is great,

It shall be her goal

To bring to her enemies,

Defeat!”

Myeopike paused again, “I cannot read on…” The Wise One stepped closer and touched his arm, words off the stone escaped her lips.

“She shall strike twice

And ageless nature,

It will, in Time’s grasp

Turn old,

Quickly dying under

Her stare so cold…

Guardians of the elements

Choose, they will,

Sides…

Myself, I do not know

On whose side,

I shall stand…

Time or men.”

“He did not know on whose side he would be on?” The Spekai interrupted the other, “He must have known for certain.”

The Wise One sighed, “Dsarest did not know. It was too soon to foretell.” And went on reciting words from off the stone.

“The Spekai folk

The Hurdar men,

Shall lose themselves in agelessness

And those they care,

Will die under Time’s wrath.

The Truoles of old

Will vanish under river earth,

But for one Aengomiern

Whom an Eangomiern,

Shall forever love…

And the rightful heirs

Of men and beast,

Will be deceived

By none,

When the Hour comes

At the second,

Stroke of Time.”

The Wise One sat upon the stone chair. The gnarled hands shook. “Leave Myeopike, Reign awaits you. I believe you know what must be done my friend, do you not?”

The Spekai nodded but said not a word and left The Tree in complete silence. The Tree was quiet but for the sound of crackling fire and tears falling. “…And I realize now what I had not then… May the child born from passion find my thinking mind and return it to me… I wish not to survive war without the Eangomiern. Still abandon I will not our children, it is them, they are the good in all of this world’s evil!” the Wise One wept and every tear trickled down the face. The indistinguishably wrinkled skin began to clear slowly.

“Not just yet, time still remains.” Rieah’s mind’s spirit flickered and burned brightly, “Dsarest may not always stand correct, nothing is certain.”

The Wise One pressed the gnarled hands to wipe the tear stricken face, “My mind thinks well, indeed, nothing is for certain.”

Lady Swulirha and Nuorta returned back to the cabin with Inckle bringing up the rear. Between them they carried a few findings.

“Blankets and a pair or two of stockings is a good find under such conditions, do you not think so?” Swulirha asked her two companions.

“Truly, it is.” said Nuorta over the billowing wind, the snow just starting to come down heavy. The three walked on, huddling for warmth. It was a dreary scene and Swulirha’s thoughts were on Lady Hegleok whom she was going to let her dear beloved sister encounter for the first time in a very long time…Aliyha had left the family for a life even she believed better with the man she thought was known to her… Swulirha’s thoughts were interrupted by Nuorta’s loud laugh. Suddenly she heard Inckle’s voice break into song right in her ear.

“Oh for a warm blanket

To wrap,

My cold bones in

The wind is harsh,

This gamhnurt skin,

Feels so cold

The snow keeps falling…

‘Hot herb stew!’

My tummy is growling!”

Even as he ended his little song and wiggle dance, there was another loud rumbling sound from the direction of the forest and Nuorta laughed hard, Swulirha and Inckle looked at each other.

“Nuorta, you do realize that was not Inckle’s belly growling do you not?” Swilrha asked incredulous.

Nuorta stopped her laughter, “What is it you mean?” By now the cabin was a few strides away.

“Let us step inside and away from the prying wind. We will talk inside.” Swulirha pointed ahead, they entered.

Kwairha and Westeria stood up, “We began to worry,” Kwairha said, relief showing on her face, “What have you found, sister dear?”

Nuorta passed over the few findings to her saying, “Not a lot, Lady Kwairha. Just a few items that could come in hand.”

Swulirha and Inckle stood by the fire talking in low voices. “What is it my sister speaks with the gamhnurt about, do you know?” inquired Kwairha turning to Nuorta.

“I fear I know not,” came the reply as she walked to the next room, “I do know that we all shall learn of it soon. It might be better if we fed on what stew is left before we hear what they have to say.” She passed two bowls half filled with the herb stew and a piece of baked fish remains along to each. Two bowls more followed; they too held the same quantity of herb stew.

“Lady, Inckle,” Westeria handed them their meal, she said quietly, “This is all that remains of the cooked herbs… I fear there is no fish left but if you wish it, I will give you my share.”

Inckle quickly and gratefully grabbed the bowl, “Ah, my song was heard… I thank you!”

Swulirha smiled, “This is fine Westeria, have your share of the fish.” They all ate silently, the raging storm was the only sound they heard coming from without, inside, it was the crackling of burning logs. “There is something of great importance that Inckle and I wish to speak to you about before we set out.”

Swulirha announced as she put her empty bowl down and went over to the other room. Inckle too had finished his meal and for a moment wished there was more to have, more hot stew just like back home where his mother… He felt sad and wished he would see her and not forgetting his friends again,

“My heart desires what by law is unattainable still, I know my sights will fall on you again…” A single tear rolled down his cheek and into the empty bowl.

Kwairha it was that saw it and coming closer to Inckle said, “You have cried a tear and look, it fell in the bowl,” she took it from his hands and placed it carefully beside the hearth, “When I cried as a child, my father used to say: ‘When a tear falls in an empty food bowl, what wish is there in your heart, before your very eyes it shall realize and unfold!’ May that say bring you what it promises more certainly than it ever brought me.”

She kissed him gently on the cheek before walking back to the others and joining in the final packing. Inckle smiled sheepishly, walked to the door and cracking it open an inch peered outside. All he could see and hear were white swirls of snow and the roar of the wind.

“It appears bad, the storm. If we set out now, we might lose our way, if we wait we might never leave as the storm holds promise of worsening.” He was back by the fireplace warming.

Swulirha said, “We leave now because it is safe Inckle. I have journeyed to Stompsledge many a times, mostly in the dead of dark. I shall not lose our way and falling and swirling snow will shield us from any prying eyes in Creek wood. No creature however beastly will dare step out in such a storm no matter what way Nauoljath threatens it.” At the mention of Nauoljath’s name Nuorta and Westeria frowned.

“He is guardian of the woods and dislikes those that linger too long in his realm… Certainly we will not linger that long in the woods, Lady Swulirha?” said Nuorta while Westeria glanced nervously around.

“The better part of our journey’s path lies under tree cover, you do ask fair Nuorta and I must answer honestly,” she, Swulirha turned to Inckle who gave her a slight nod.

“Aside from the path that runs through the woods there is the one thing you should know… the rumblings you heard earlier Nuorta,” she replied with a nod, “It was not the storm nor was it Inckle’s hungry tummy… Nauoljath’s youngest wife, she brings her beloved’s heir into this world.”

Nobody spoke for some moments, Nuorta and Westeria fidgeted with the hems of their cloaks. Kwairha stared at the fire.

“There will be less snow under forest cover and it is that fact that is fearsome I agree,” Swilrha turned to the others, “If we are quick in our stride, we shall pass through the woods before the cold lessens. I myself do not fear Nauoljath and his folk. They do not have the right to stop me going about my business. I say we go!” Kwairha boot and stocking clad foot stamped the floor in resolution.

Swulirha smiled, “Very well, it is Lady Kwairha who has decided and her decision shall be respected.” Stepping toward the door, she picked up one of the two bundles, slipping it under her cloak and drawing the hood of the cloak over her head said, “Off we go, through wind and snow… To Stompsledge!” The others followed quietly.

Foliek Erwufj circled The Tree before descending onto hard ground. The Wise One sat bent forward on the stone seat; face in hands and deep in thought.

“Wise One, we have returned” Slowly the Wise One lifted her head out of her hands and the Foliek stepped back stunned.

“Foliek Erwufj, how is Lord Deituk?” Leaving the stone seat the Wise One came forward, “Are you really that surprised Erwufj? Be not so, I have not changed as a person merely a bit of my appearance. The moment draws close, the moment when my mind returns to my physical self. The one I chose nears his task and still he does not know it…”

“Deituk plots and gets stronger every moment, Wise One, he will strike when his son’s child is born.” Erwufj spoke quietly, he still found it hard to believe the face before his eyes belonged to the Wise One and only by looking at the rest of the bent figure in front of him could he be convinced of the fact.

“You address me well Foliek Erwufj, and you bring me news of interest.” The Wise One hobbled past the Foliek, “Come friend, let us share a humble meal and some talk, there is much to say and little time to say it.”

Zetreh walked into the Council Room, the bride and groom had just finished signing the family ledger, and everyone was smiling. Dreser and his fair bride had moved over from the desk toward the window where they stared out at the dull darkening sky. The three brothers were grouped around the fireplace speaking quietly while Aliyha completed a few tasks of her own before closing the ledger.

“Ah, I see I have indeed done well by my attire,” Zetreh smiled approaching Lady Hegleok, “Do accept my heartfelt wishes of joy on the marriage of young Lady Cineon to Lord Dreser.” Zetreh bowed.

“Thank you Mister Almonne,” Aliyha came from behind her large desk and smiled, “Indeed you have done well by what you have worn. Care to join the rest of the family for a little celebration I hope… Come along the newly coupled are by the window.”

As Zetreh was being led toward Cineon and Dreser, he caught Ermal’s eye. Before either had a moment to speak, Aliyha in her quick stride had crossed the large room in long strides and Zetreh got pulled along.

“My dears,” said Aliyha as they neared the couple, “Mister Almonne here would like to greet you two.”

Cineon and Dreser turned, and came forward. Zetreh bowed, “Lady Cineon, Lord Dreser… How glad it makes me to greet you both!”

Dreser acknowledged the other’s wishes, “I thank you good man.” Cineon merely smiled, her face aglow.

“Cineon here is lost for words as I am certain you can see,” Dreser teased, “I must therefore read her mind and tell you that she too thanks you for the wishes.”

Zetreh grinned, “Well, if you will excuse me, I have to greet the brothers and brothers by law.” Even as he walked away, Zetreh was aware that Lady Deulore was on her way, and not alone.

“They dare speak like they know my unborn child?” Nauoljath growled. He was pacing forth and back in his chamber. Garge had told his Master all that happened, well, almost everything about the conversation he had had with the prisoners.

“It is not ‘they’ who speak, it is just one from among them that does, Master.” Garge said, some distance away the sound of a wail was heard.

“I would like nothing more than to see the lot done with. Rats!” Nauoljath spat the words, his face crimson while clawing the ground with a massive paw.

“Master, let Garge make your wish a reality…” Garge suggested.

Nauoljath stopped clawing, head up and eyes fixed on his guard. “Hmm… Garge, you have earned yourself a good reward. This is what you will do…”

Master and guard retreated to the far side of the chamber and held council. Several beasts of Nauoljath’s personal squadron scurried back and forth as each were assigned a task. Galahj’s wails pierced the near silence ever so often and every time she yowled, Nauoljath looked expectantly in the direction of the sound but within moments returned his attention to the plotting.

“It appears my son is determined to be stubborn, even before he is born!” Was all he said and Garge agreed, “Indeed, like father like son!”

The nurts were in the dark again and they were sprawled about not bothering to explore their whereabouts now that they knew exactly where they were.

Korehk cleared his throat, he said earnestly, “Lady Fiel, your say was brave, it showed your person and the Wise One will be most proud of you.”

Untholio spoke up grumpily, “How is it you are going to convince Nauoljath that the child is his very own when it could very well look like Garge? If this plan does not get us lot killed…!”

Fiel sighed, “Do you not trust me Untholio Redgate? It is your decision to do so or not to do so but I will tell you this,” a pause, Astra and Trejeth were sitting up against the far wall when yet another howl reached their ears from no doubt the soon to be mother.

“I tell you it is a male heir and with beasts like Nauoljath who care little or not a thing for looks, a male child is all they want. Galahj’s young one could look not a thing like Nauoljath and still he would not see it.” Fiel stopped talking, having ascertained her point.

Trejeth stood up and began tapping the stonewall, “I wonder… could there be more dungeons adjoining this one?” On he went with tap tapping and very soon the whole lot of them were beginning to get annoyed with Trejeth.

All but Korehk who knew exactly what Trejeth was looking for.

“Are you tapping the wall near where the floor meets the wall Trejeth?”

“I am tapping above my head Korehk. The wall is hollow in places. Listen….” said Trejeth as he beat upon the wall again.

“That sounds about right,” said the old Stone Lover, “Keep tapping Trejeth, lower. I believe that there is a hidden passage from here to somewhere out of here. Myeopike was right.”

A way out! This had the rest start a flurry of tapping on every wall. Untholio even tapped the dungeon floor where he sat.

“Found something!” Astra exclaimed, “It is crumbling stone and it is very close to the floor.”

Everyone stopped beating the wall and waited. “Where is it you are, Astra?” Fiel asked, she stood in the middle of the dungeon.

Astra sighed. “How is that I can tell you when all we see is darkness? I am near Trejeth.”

Trejeth had walked some paces forward but turned around and walked back to Astra. He bent to his knees and groped the wall until his hands touched lose stone rubble. He began digging and the more earth broke free, the more frantic Trejeth became. Astra’s hands collided painfully with Trejeth’s own as the two happened to be digging the same loose earth merely a few inches apart. Neither thought a moment about complaining.

The momentary pain ignored, Trejeth said, “My fingers touch stone, Astra. Let me show you, here…” grabbing the other’s hand Trejeth guided it toward the stone behind all the loose earth

“I wonder if this stone slab is here for a reason other than to be a part of the wall.” Astra thought aloud, then asked, “Trejeth is the earth under the slab loose?”

Trejeth had already found the earth underneath the stone to be free and had begun pulling it free. “It is free earth Astra and I am digging into it. You might be right about this stone slab, it could be held in place by this earth under it.” The mound of free earth grew ever so high and soon it had reached near half the dungeon floor. The rest of the nurts found their way to the two over the mound.

“This is a lot of earth you two have dug free!” Untholio exclaimed as he landed his foot just in the spot where the two were digging.

“Arrrrrrrghhhh!” his foot went through the earth and with the impact, the entire slab dislodged onto Untholio’s already hurt leg. “Lift it off! My poor gamhnurt leg!” yelled Untholio.

It was Astra who grabbed the stone and lifted it and peered down. A slight light appeared to be coming from under the nurt’s foot. Korehk who was behind Untholio saw it too; they all saw it, even Untholio.

“Can you free your foot, friend?” Korehk whispered, “There is a light source beyond that might tell us a lot or nothing. Try pulling your leg up and out of the opening Untholio.” A grunt, in the slight light Trejeth could see the painful expression on the other’s face.

Lady Hegleok awoke in early morning hours, the fear in her heart grew as she heard a whisper but saw no one in the dark.

“Awake Aliyha Slyionthe! It is me, I am yourself… I have returned for you need me and I, you!” Aliyha gasped, sitting up she lit an oil lamp and peering over a shaking hand and flickering flame she said in little over a whisper, “Who is there? Reveal yourself I say.”

A soft laugh from somewhere beyond the light source. “Brave even without me I see! Of course you are after all I am the reason you are so.”

Aliyha stepped out of bed and carefully took a few steps forward, “I said it once, reveal yourself! I do not need you and when I see you I will …” she broke off, she was now with her back to the door and facing the bed.

“What will you do to me Aliyha? Can you hurt your very self? Because that is who I am you see.” There she sat, a younger Aliyha Slyionthe.

“I am dreaming. You are dead!” Aliyha Hegleok stammered, she sank to the floor resting the lamp near her feet. She began weeping.

“Why do you cry? I am here now and soon the one we love as one will find us.” The young Aliyha was beside the older version of herself. “Calm now, rest your head in my hands.” Lady Hegleok trembled as wrecking sobs escaped her lips as she held her face in her hands falling forward.

“It is Gregieo Hegleok that I love and no other,” she said between sobs, “Aliyha Slyionthe was a foolish girl… I am not a thing like her!”

A sudden in take of breath, “You dare insult me? I made you who you are!” Aliyha stared at the her own young self with distaste.

“I speak the truth. Aliyha Slyionthe loved scoundrels but me, I love just one and that is a man worthy of praise.” She had moved over to the chair in the far corner now, the lamp still on the floor by the bed.

“How easily we forget… Gregieo Hegleok was worthy of every good word that was ever said about him, true. How could he not have been? He took you, my dear ashamed and hopeless self as his wife and you gave him children…” The young Aliyha crouched beside the chair, she said quietly. “Well, except for his second son Dreke of course… He is the child of passion between—”

Lady Hegleok leapt out of the chair, “Go away and leave me be! I wish not to see you, and you are mistaken, we are not the same, I need you not and you wish not a part of this life! You are dead!” She had sat back on the bed, when Aliyha Slyionthe spoke her say quietly and firmly, “Listen well Aliyha Hegleok. I am here to stay. The past is never lost, it will breathe again in the future… Do not fight it. Do not fight me… I have been reawakened by your own decision dear me. Now rest, day breaks but moments from now.” Aliyha felt tired, she slumped back and slept.

The Spekai left Greo heading home, his thoughts wandered from Reign to the words of the writings of Wise Dsarest. He passed by the edge of the Creek woods, heard Galahj and knew that an heir of the beastly folk dwelling in Nauoljath’s place of ruling was being born.

“An heir that will not be deceived but who was conceived in passion and deceit.” muttered Myeopike to himself. For long had Nauoljath and the Spekai been friends and Myeopike had been one among many creatures present when Nauoljath wedded each of his wives and when he chose Galahj, it was only a matter of time Myeopike knew before young Galahj betrayed his friend and took a lover. Myeopike tried to warn Nauoljath that might happen and that had angered the other, he had locked the Spekai in one of the dungeons for seventy two wakings after which Nauoljath let him go free on one condition, that he not ever enter the Creek woodland again.

“Leave and do not ever set foot in my place of ruling again.”

“You said to me,” Myeopike recalled as he walked on, “I was a good friend to you and what I know may you not ever learn, I wish you not to ever see or hear what I have while I was held captive…” By now, the Spekai had reached an open space; a clearing where the Creek river-bank was covered with snow and the water was frozen solid in places. Myeopike bent and stared down at the frozen water for a moment, the snow fell hard and the wind blew harsh. As the Spekai gazed down at a frozen bit of river water he remembered his beloved.

“Reign,” he muttered, “I kneel here and look at a glacial mirror when you cannot see your fair face… How unfair is my heart!” A sigh and he was up stepping back onto his path homeward.

Inckle and his four lovely companions were just a few paces behind the Spekai but the falling snow had covered him white and he walked unnoticed but not so they. The Spekai’s sight was keen.

“Inckle Vilksumer and the ladies of the Mount mountain near," whispered Myeopike to no one it appeared, “The four head your way and I do believe Lady Swulirha is leading them all toward Stompsledge… Wise One, guard their way.” With that he sped away on nimble feet.

Rieah’s wise mind’s spirit flickered as she heard the whispered words.

Back at The Tree the Wise One sent Foliek Erwufj to the Creek woods. “Keep out of sight but guide them safely Foliek Erwufj,” the Wise One told him quietly, eyes twinkling, “Guide them with little signs, to Stompsledge it is the ladies of the Mount mountain head but the one I await has no knowledge of what has occurred in Wyoungthed after he set off so many wakings ago. Go…”

Once alone in The Tree, the Wise One sat facing the roaring fire, it felt warm and the Wise One had both eyes closed lightly. In a soft voice, words slipped through the gentle lips.

Xeira and Kirestle had set off with a handful of Hurdar men. Oliukus and five others decided to join the Truole Lady and her companion up to the closest land.

“Fordust Creek lies this way,” Oliukus pointed east, “Between these hills and that land there lies a small rest place should we need to rest, the trail gets tough ahead.” No one spoke and they moved on at a quick pace.

“Tell me Kirestle Redgate,” said the Aengomiern walking by her side, “If Tesma should take to heart the man that guides us, what would you say about it?”

Kirestle replied saying, “It is Inckle Vilksumer that my daughter holds to heart not him.” Their eyes met, for a brief moment the two understood each other.

Xeira said, “I respect your say and desire no contempt to come between us but I tell you, Time has a way of changing things and she does it with intentions to harm. One sees it everywhere these wakings, on the wind, in the soil and even in the hearts of people. Do you not see it Kirestle?” The other nodded a silent yes. “But Tesma and Inckle have pledged the love their hearts share… Sure that cannot change, even Time cannot conquer their strong love.”

The Truole Lady smiled gently, “Time can conquer all if allowed to. Has it not happened once already? Once the heart is forbidden to love what it has for ages adored, it not ever remains completely true. You certainly know of what I speak, do you not?”

Kirestle said softly, “I do know. I believe that the hearts of true love can stay true to each other if they decide to though, Lady Truole.” On they walked in quiet for a while.

“Time is a fool in all her wisdom!” exclaimed Xeira softly as they trudged down the hilly slope.

“Cruel is how I would describe her.” Kirestle mumbled looking down at the soil stuck on her stocking clad feet.

“Cruel too yes,” nodded the other in agreement, “Foolishness and cruelty are two worst qualities anyone could have. More so, Time. Her breath breathes greed and that makes it all the worse.”

They had travelled hardly half the distance when the Earth Protector began to tire. “How far gone are we, Oliukus son of Strong Hurdernut? My feet, they tire with every step.” Kirestle said aloud to the leader in the front.

Xeira grabbed the other’s arm and held her friend in stride, helping her walk on.

“Several hundred paces from the rest place we are, Lady Aengomiern,” came back Oliukus’s reply in Hurdarel, he had not even slowed down to talk, “Tell the mother of the fairest Earth Protector that it would be unwise to stop here for it is cold and soon a storm shall break.”

It felt a like many wakings had passed them by on their descent and Kirestle was cold and visibly tired when Oliukus finally announced to the group that they were but a few steps from the place where they would all stop. “Nearly there, we are.”

Xeira held the other’s arm leading her on, “You shall rest and eat what herb is here, I brought enough for two meals, enough to bring back the strength to your limbs.” She handed Kirestle a small bundle of earth cakes wrapped in a torn stocking. “You and some of the hill men will remain here while I return to the others and come back with Tesma and Wully. Oliukus will accompany me unless you wish him to stay with you and the others.”

So, it was that they reached the rest place and to Kirestle’s amazement, it turned out to be a small cave on the bottom most hill.

“When all was well, in the wakings when Time was unheard of,” Oliukus said gesturing at the surroundings, “The hills were uninhabited by my people. We all, a great many families, we dwelled here in this vast land.” The other men grunted and spoke in Hurdarel of each other’s homes. They were busy running about building fires and getting a meal ready. The Truole Lady piled firewood as the Earth Protector nibbled floherb.

“Lady Aengomiern,” said Oliukus suddenly realizing what was happening. “Rest yourself for some moments. I shall have a fire burning for what kind of host would I be if I allow my guests to work when they should rest and eat!” He busied himself making a fire. It was cold, harsh snow and wind. Xeira sat beside Kirestle and ate a bit of herb. Little fires had started burning outside, in front of the cave.

“My grandfather was head of the people when I was born,” said Oliukus even as he had a great fire started. “My parents lived in this very cave with my grandparents… I was a young lad when my father took his place in his father’s seat of power.” He gazed afar, his eyes seeing the past. “And then came Time and clamped a cold hand around life!” he looked sad; all was quiet but the wind.

“We better get along,” Xeira had stepped close to Oliukus’s side, she stared at the fire as she said, “The sooner we set off, the faster we shall return.” The hill man breathed deep, getting to his feet.“You remain back Lady Aengomiern. Do not leave alone the mother of the lovely Earth Protector. It is soon that I will return.”

Xeira knew better than to go against his word, she wished him well and remained standing, watching the lone figure of Oliukus take a route back to the hills. The other men around the front of the cave were singing a verse of an ancient song. Even the howling wind could not drown the voices.

Back in the hills, it was decided that Wully would leave with Tesma and Urmier along with a few other men when Oliukus returned.

“Yesew, you follow next and Oliukus shall lead the rest of the men. Thus it is that a hundred of us will slowly leave the hills and this lonely life of agelessness.” Hurdernut talked to the men assembled in front of his cave. One man cleared his throat, he had something to say.

“Strong Hurdernut, we are certainly more than a hundred young men, how are we all going to get away from these hills and play our part? It will take us all years to leave and find life anew…” he let his words and thought trail into silence.

“Patience Sandol,” Hurdernut said, he smiled kindly, “Time has her way with the passing of years… We are not young men Sandol but we are ageless, something your children shall not ever be. Praise Wise Rieah! It is inhuman for any man to live this way. Cruel.” It was later decided that the man named Sandol would remain behind with Strong Hurdernut.

The new day in Stompsledge and other lands had dawned cold and dull gray. Foliek Erwufj had followed the Earth Protector and his companions from very high in the sky as they travelled against the wind and snow, through the Creek woods toward Stompsledge. Several times the Foliek had flown low over the highest branches whispering the way to the travellers in a bird like song and when he did this, Swulirha who always walked along the same path on her journeys from the cabin through the woods and onto their present destination, and who now had stepped the same way, heeded.

“Let us walk along this way, that bird appears to be showing us a better route. A way safer than the one we are on. There, do you hear that?” And she moved in the direction of the bird’s song thus leading them all along the path of lesser trees on to the outskirts of Greo. It took several wakings’ march to reach where they were heading but they forsook sleep and rest, ate while on their feet and sometimes even walked half awake.

Several howls reached their ears all the way out of the Creek woods and they all knew Galahj was in great pain. What never reached their ears was the din down in the dark dungeon where were imprisoned the five brave gamhnurts. Once they had reached the outskirts of the land of the hooded wizard Inckle stood stunned, his eyes travelling around.

“I stand on the border of a land inhabited by men!” he exclaimed.

Swulirha patted his arm. “And from this waking on, life will not ever be the same.” She had other thoughts in mind, thoughts of Aliyha and of Zetreh, Kwairha… and of Time.

“Lady, is it not better that we find some place to rest for a little while? It has been a long journey…” Westeria had her hand on Kwairha’s shoulder as she spoke.

Swulirha nodded. “You speak fair, we all need rest before we decide how to take the next step.” She took Kwairha by the hand, “Sister dear, do you think you could walk just a bit further?”

The other nodded, half way through the journey she had tired and her feet were hurt badly.

“I can will my feet to take me as far as they must just as long as my hand is held. It is because of me in part that we are here, walk, is the least I can do.” She smiled and the tiredness they all felt a moment ago, they felt no longer.

“Lady Kwairha, such strength is a gift you give to us,” Nuorta said carrying the bag of clothes, they had run out of food just before their last few thousand paces to where they now stood. “And we are glad for it!”

Deituk the spirit felt strong enough to leave his hiding place to wander around for a bit. “Not too far,” he mumbled to himself as he breathed deep. “Only a few moments, just a little way off… I am gaining strength.”

He poked his head peering out, the world far and wide looked inviting. He slid and took another great breath, “Ah, a breath of fresh air,” and he exhaled a gray plume, “There, something in return.” A loud cackle and a cough, he glided a bit further, breathed in cold fresh air and exhaled a dull sick vapor free into the air. By now he had moved several paces from the hiding place, all the while muttering things like, “How can one forget such pleasantness as this? Pity it all has to be destroyed, by me, an admirer of all this!” A harsh roar of laughter as Deituk glided still further, and before too long, he realized he had reached the border of the desolate stretch of earth he called his homeland.

Uncertain, he stopped and looked back, his hiding place visible as a mere dot at such a distance, the lands beyond inviting.

Time stood rigid as she heard what her first hand adviser told her of Deituk and his doings.

“You bring worrisome yet welcome news.” Time said, she peered through the wide open window of the hall of Decision, “Deituk knows what he is doing, I am certain. Go and tell Okir and Yiolj,” Lady Time smiled cruelly, “Tell them to bring on the storms and bad weather, the first of a many battles has begun.”

Cineon awoke with a start and turned over to find Dreser gone. Someone had awakened her, a cold caress on her cheek but now that she was up, she saw no one.

“I must have dreamed,” Cineon mumbled sleepily, and she fell back in sleep. It was then that she heard them whispering.

“Cineon, daughter of Gregieo Hegleok arise,” Cineon frowned.

“Mother? What are doing up so early?” she sat up blinking sleep away. There was no one in the room,

“Dreser is that you?” Cineon asked suspiciously a grin making itself visible on her now frown less face. Silence. It was early morning just as she had said and the weather had not improved, if anything it had worsened. The window opposite the bed stood a crack open and it startled her by banging, caught in the grasp of the wind. Getting out of bed she walked up to close it, it was cold and Cineon had a blanket wrapped around her. Strong wind made it hard to latch the window shut, and she struggled one handed. The other clasping the blanket ends to keep it from slipping off her when from behind, someone pushed her head first out the open window. Grasping the ledge she pushed herself backwards and nearly fell to the floor.

“Cineon! Hooded Greo!” Dreser caught her from behind.

“Dreser, I must have dozed off. Where did you wander off to?” Carrying her back to the bed he sat her on it and hurried over to shut the window. “There! It must have been left unlatched after the help tidied up this chamber.” He walked across the room to the chest of draws pulling one of the draws open, began putting on his work clothes.

“I was just down in the kitchen and met Mister Almonne who was on his way to the Council Room, he said your mother called an early meeting.” Cineon lay back, “You were down in the kitchen?”

Smiling Dreser sat on the edge of the bed, “Dear, did you think I had run away somewhere, again?” he was laughing now, “Come now wife dearest, do not think such of your husband. I am not leaving for anywhere. Only now, I must be downstairs.” He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, “I will tell the others my lovely wife is still asleep.” He left.

The young bride fell immediately back to sleep and dreamed strange dreams, heard strange whispering of pledges and heartbreak, laughter and muffled sobbing.

In the Council Room Ermal and his brothers were already settled in chairs, a fire glowing in the grate and Zetreh stood by the window looking toward the edge of Greo, the message from the Wise One clutched in his hand, when Dreser walked in. Lady Hegleok had still to come.

“Greetings on a new day gentlemen!” Dreser addressed the others. He was greeted by silent nods. No one felt much like talking so he quietly went to join Zetreh by the window.

“What is it that you look at, if in fact anyone can see through that?” he meant the swirling snow outside. Zetreh did not turn to look at Dreser, he continued to stare out of the window. Through the swirl of falling snow his sight saw first a figure then another, then two more emerging from under the edge of Greo.

“It is Time’s doing. The hour is nearly upon life’s least strong in arms but brave of heart!” Zetreh quietly uttered, so soft was his voice that Dreser thought it was a sigh and said, “Yes, it is such a shame, and it is not even winter.” He stared out of the window but saw only snow.

Aliyha stood by the window, fastening the strings of her cloak. Another day had dawned, she felt changed somehow as she crossed back toward her bed tiding it a little before she left for the meeting she had called for earlier when she had awakened Mister Almonne and asked him to awaken the other members so as to tell them.

“An early start to a busy day,” she mumbled to herself in a singsong, “Come troubled people, come my way. Aliyha Slyionthe Hegleok is power and power is her slave!” at that she laughed, heading down the stairs she heard Cineon yell. Aliyha Hegleok made to go and see her daughter, reaching the chamber she paused and listened at the door. Muffled sounds drifted from within, opening the door she stepped in and the sight that met her eye kept her rooted to where she stood but for just a moment.

“Leave her!” shouted Aliyha once she had recovered from the shock somewhat. “Do not touch my daughter, Slyionthe! Your business is with me not her.” The sleeping figure of Cineon, who a moment before had lain trashing about in her own bed awoke, she looked frightened beyond words.

“I heard you on the way to the Council Room dear,” her mother said gently as she stepped closer to the bed, Cineon sat shivering. “It was a bad dream my daughter. Calm yourself.” Mother embraced her daughter, for several moments the two remained, one shaking while the other just holding. The young Aliyha stood at the door, smiled wickedly.

“Lady Hegleok, do you not remember what all happened in this chamber?”

Aliyha Hegleok suddenly pushed Cineon away. She looked angry. “Why are you not at the Council Room? I do not tolerate such disrespect.” she frowned, stood up and said in forced calm, “Get dressed Cineon. I called a meeting and I want you there with everyone else!” She threw the stunned looking Cineon a clean gown from the half open draw of the chest of draws beside the door.

“Mother!” exclaimed Cineon grabbing the gown and tossing it aside, “I feel unwell, please pardon my absence just this once.” The two stared at each other for sometime.

“Oh my dear, I beg for your forgiveness.” She embraced the other, “I-- I was not thinking... For certain you need to rest, but I think it better that you come downstairs with me, you know out of this room. You can sit by the fire, Mister Almonne can keep record on the meeting’s discussions.”

Cineon considered this. “I have been dreaming strange and frightful dreams, I cannot sleep... All right I shall come mother.”

Aliyha smiled, turned to the door saying, “Go on then get yourself dressed, I will wait outside.” With that she left closing the door behind her. Once in the hallway, she breathed deep. “Clever you! How long do you think you can keep her from finding out who you are, really?” a quiet voice spoke to her.

Aliyha Hegleok gritted her teeth, “Go away to where you have been all these years!” she snapped.

“You need me Aliyha Hegleok or why would you have disturbed my peace?” The voice questioned her.

“Mother, shall we go?” A very pretty Cineon smiled at her mother.

"Certainly! Hold my hand.” And thus it was that mother and daughter descended the stairs to the Council Room.

“Good, you are all here.” Greeted Lady Hegleok as she entered the room where every face wore a somber expression.

“Good morning mother,” Ermal stood to greet her, and noticing his sister, said, “Cineon sister, I did not know you would be joining us. You look lovely.” While Aliyha took her seat behind the desk, she hummed a merry tune.

“Ahem, mother, is anything wrong?” Dreke asked uncertainly glancing around at the others to see whether he was the only one who felt Aliyha’s behavior odd, what he saw eased his mind. All wore puzzled looks, Zetreh however feigned puzzlement but none knew it. Aliyha stopped humming, grabbed the record keeping ledger and straightened up in the chair.

“Would I be humming if something was wrong?” she glared at him, “Silly boy!” She stood up abruptly, walked around the desk, “Mister Almonne, I am from today putting you in charge of keeping record of what is discussed at every meeting. This duty is in addition to your ‘Peoples’ person’ position. Are you in agreement of this?”

Zetreh at long last left his place by the window, “I agree Lady Hegleok.” He took the heavy ledger from her and took the seat that otherwise Cineon would have sat in.

“Very well, let us begin.” Pacing the length of the room Aliyha spoke, “There are two reason I called the Council this early. The first reason being we must discuss the Spekai’s case. Ermal, have you the proof of the whereabouts of the grand hall?” a nod from the young Hegleok, “Tell the Council where this place is then.”

Ermal shifted his gaze, a quick and an imperceptible nod from Zetreh and he was on his feet. “I can do more than speak to this Council about it Lady Hegleok, I can show you.” He held out the flat rock with the scratched markings on it. Placing it on the large desk he said, “The map of Wyoungthed woods and the grand hall’s location.” A short silence followed, the only sound was that of the crackling fire. Aliyha surveyed the rock, annoyance etched on every line across her face.

“I have no knowledge of how to read scratches on stones!” Lady Hegleok shouted, “I suppose you can read this and understand, Ermal?” There was shuffling from Zetreh.

“Lady Hegleok, if I may …” Mister Almonne left his chair and walked up to the desk. Aliyha stared amazed.

So it was that they learnt the whereabouts of the Spekai’s hall, the proof was on the flat stone and none dared doubt it.

“That settles the matter, my decision to grant the Spekai permission was the right one.” Aliyha said satisfied, she was sitting on her high chair. “Thank you Ermal, Mister Almonne.” She acknowledged the two seriously.

“Mother, would it be all right if I step out for a moment?” Dreke said timidly, “I have need of something to eat… my last meal was at the celebration last evening.” He looked frightened, his fingers twirling the corners of a yellowed page before him.

Aliyha smiled, “Certainly.” She waved her hand, “You did not think I would forget that the council has not had a decent first meal of the day? You may all head out to breakfast and when you are finished,” Lady Hegleok laughed, a pleasant sound to hear. “It does not mean yours is the entire day! Let us meet here again.” As the members filed out.

Zetreh stayed back stoking the fire. “Are you not joining the rest Mister Almonne, perhaps for a bit of breakfast too?” Lady Hegleok stood by the door peering at the flames over Zetreh’s bent back.

“Lady Hegleok, you are kind in your offer,” he straightened and faced her, “I regretfully decline it good Lady, there is a matter of importance I need to speak of with you.” He brought out the stone the Wise One had scratched the message on and placed it in Aliyha’s hands. “The Wise One sends you this. Listen closely while I read off the stone.”

Some moments later when Zetreh had finished his task and stood silently to one side gazing into the fire, Aliyha ran a trembling hand across the smooth surface of the stone before her. “The past is soon to be my future…”

Back in the dark dungeon of Nauoljath’s dwelling the nurts were all in chaos. Untholio’s trapped leg still would not come free, he had tried pulling it but in vain. Trejeth and Astra dug furiously with Korehk heaving Untholio and it took a while to get the opening big enough for Untholio to pull free his leg and when he did manage to pull it free, it was with a groan and then a loud cheer.

“Unbreakable bones I have!” and he fell in a faint. Meanwhile, the mound of dug out earth had piled high behind the nurts and it was Fiel who brought this to the others’ attention. By the slight glow of the light that shone through the hole it was possible to see one another’s forms’ outlines, a pair of feet was visible atop the mound, they were Fiel’s. Slowly she climbed down to the rest.

“Is Untholio all right? Where is he?” she groped around in the dim light.

“He has fainted, the leg must hurt.” Korehk panted from behind the fallen Untholio. Fiel breathed, “As long as no one is seriously hurt,” she looked back at Trejeth’s barely visible face, “I have a plan to get us lot out of here.” A slight silence before everyone erupted in questions.