Ancestors of Avalon. Marion Zimmer Bradley
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‘Are you the only ones left here?’ asked Tiriki.
Elis nodded. ‘I hope the others reached the ships safely.’
‘Aldel is waiting outside, and so is Kalaran, so at least you and your betrothed will be together,’ said Tiriki bracingly. ‘And Kalhan is a strong lad,’ she added to Damisa. ‘I’m sure that when we get to the docks he will be waiting for you.’ As Micail will be waiting for me, she added silently.
‘Kalhan? Oh, yes, I’m sure he will…’ Damisa said flatly.
Tiriki looked at her curiously. This was not the first time she had thought that Damisa’s feelings about the boy to whom the Temple astrologers had mated her seemed tepid. Once more she realized how fortunate she and Micail had been when they were allowed to choose for themselves.
‘Will they be enough?’ asked Chedan as Tiriki shepherded the acolytes out the door.
‘They will have to be,’ she answered as a stronger tremor rocked the town. ‘We must go, now!’ As they started down the road two more jolts made them stagger, and behind them they heard a crash as the porch of the House of the Falling Leaves came down.
‘That was a very heavy leaf that just fell!’ said Kalaran, lips twisting as he attempted a smile.
‘That was the whole tree,’ corrected Damisa tartly, but there were tears in her eyes, and she did not look back.
Elis was weeping softly. Selast, who despised such feminine weakness, looked at her in scorn. But all of them kept moving, picking their way around debris, and passing with no more than a sign of blessing when they saw bodies on the road. It was as well that they found no one in need of assistance. That would have put their discipline to too great a test. Indeed, Tiriki thought that if they had found a hurt child she would not have been entirely sure of her own self-control.
That which we seek to save will preserve the lives of generations yet unborn, she told herself, but the old sayings seemed meaningless in the face of the kind of catastrophe they were enduring now. Cinders had begun to fall once more. She flinched and drew her mantle over her head – she had discarded the pillow some time ago – then drew first one deep breath and then another, invoking the trained reflexes that would bring calm. There is no thought…there is no fear…there is only the right moment and the right deed.
With relief, she caught sight of the entrance to the Temple. Only now did she allow herself to look beyond it to the mountain. The pyramid at its top and the priest who kept it had been engulfed long ago. The smoke that billowed from its summit swirled now in a shapeless cloud, but the side of the mountain had opened, and lava was inscribing its own deadly message down the slope in letters of fire.
For a moment she allowed herself to hope that the escape of lava from within the mountain, like the lancing of a boil, would ease the pressure within. But the vibration beneath her feet spoke of unresolved tensions underground that were greater still.
‘Quickly—’ Chedan gestured toward the portico. Its structure still seemed sound, although parts of the marble facings littered the road.
Inside things were less reassuring, but there was no time to wonder how deep the cracks in the walls might run. The cabinet built to carry the Omphalos was waiting in the alcove, and the lamp still swung on its chains. As soon as they had lit the torches they took up the box by the long handles that supported it from the front and back, and hurried the acolytes past the cracked wall of the entry toward the passageway.
To descend that passage in formal procession with the priests and priestesses of Ahtarrath had been an experience to strain the soul. To hasten toward those depths in the company of a gaggle of half-hysterical acolytes was almost more than Tiriki could bear. They feared the unknown, but it was the memory of what had happened here only a few days ago that made her afraid. Seeing her falter, Chedan grasped her arm, and she drew on his steady strength gratefully.
‘Is that lava?’ came a frightened whisper from Elis as they rounded the last turn.
‘No. The Stone is glowing,’ answered Damisa, but her voice was shaking. As well it might, thought Tiriki, following her into the chamber. Vivid illuminations like those the ritual had wakened in the Omphalos were already pulsing in the depths of the Stone. Eerie light and shadows chased each other around the chamber, and each time the earth moved, flashes bounced from wall to wall.
‘How can we touch it without being blasted?’ breathed Kalaran.
‘That’s why we have these wrappings,’ said Chedan, lifting a mass of cloth out of the cabinet and dropping it on the floor. ‘This is silk, and it will insulate the energies of the Stone.’
I hope, Tiriki added silently. But the Omphalos had been carried safely from the Ancient Land, so moving it must be possible.
With their hearts pounding, she and Chedan took the folds of silk and carried them toward the Stone. Closer, its power radiated like a fire, though she felt it neither as heat nor any other sensation for which she had a name. Then the silk fell across it, muting the pressure, and she released a breath she had not known she was holding. They veiled it a second time and she felt her fear ease.
‘Bring the cabinet,’ rasped Chedan. White-faced, Kalaran and Aldel dragged the box up until it was almost touching the Stone and raised the panel on its side. Taking a deep breath, the priest set his hands about the Stone and tipped it in.
Light exploded around them with a force that sent Tiriki sprawling. Damisa grabbed more of the silk wrappings and thrust them into the cabinet around the Stone.
‘Cover it – cover it completely!’ Tiriki struggled to her feet again. Chedan was handing the rest of the silk to Damisa, who rolled it up to push into the corners until the pulsing glow of the Omphalos could no longer be seen.
It could be felt still, but now it was a bearable agony. Unfortunately, without the distraction of the Stone, there was nothing to shield them from the groaning of the rock around them.
‘Pick it up! Aldel and Kalaran, you’re the strongest – take the front handles. Damisa and I will take the rear. The rest of you can keep the way clear and carry the torches. When we get out of here you can take a turn on the handles, but we must go, now!’
As he spoke the floor of the chamber trembled ominously. Tiriki snatched up her torch and hurried after them, realizing that only the presence of the Omphalos had kept it stable for this long!
The bearers staggered and grunted as if their burden were not only immensely heavy, but unstable. Seeing their distress, Elis and Selast set their hands beneath the midpoint of the cabinet and helped to lift it. But as they got farther away from the hidden chamber, the weight seemed to grow less, which was just as well, for with every step their footing was growing more treacherous.
That last jolt had buckled the floor of the passage in several places. Great cracks now showed in the walls, and in places the ceiling was beginning to give way. As they toiled upward they heard the crash of falling rock behind them, a high, discordant keening that seemed to come from all around.
‘My spirit is the spirit of Life; it cannot be destroyed…’ Tiriki chanted, trying to make that awareness replace the dreadful singing of the stones. ‘I am the child of Light, that transcends the Darkness…’ The others joined her, but their words seemed thin and meaningless in this vortex of primordial