"Listen," Hespero said. "The man who brought you here and Anne are fighting as we speak. Anne will probably win, and then she will come and finish me. If that happens, we will wish-beg-for the days when we were Skasloi slaves."

Cazio stepped in front of Austra.

"About all of that, I know nothing. You might be lying, you might be telling the truth. If I had to guess, I would say the first. It doesn"t matter."

"He isn"t lying," Austra murmured.

"What are you talking about?"

"Anne was trying to tell me something like that, even though I don"t think she knew herself what she was getting at. And I am linked to her; we walked the same faneway."

"Listen to her," Hespero said. "There"s not much time."

Cazio looked down at Austra. "Do you trust him?"

"No," she replied. "But what choice do we have?"

"Well, I"m not letting him have you," Cazio replied. "He might kill you both."

She closed her eyes and took his hands. "Cazio, if that"s what it takes..."

"No."

"I don"t know why I spent any time talking to you at all," Hespero said. Cazio saw that he had drawn a rapier.

"You remember that your weapon can"t hurt me, I trust."

"Oh, we"ll find a way, Acredo and I," Cazio said, taking up his guard.

Anne called lightning into him and for a moment thought it might actually be that easy. But the Jester grinned and regained his feet, and when she hurled another bolt at him, he twirled it around himself somehow and sent it back.

He laughed, just as he had laughed in the otherwhere she first had met him in.

What was so irritating was that she"d had had him right under her nose-or at least the part of him that was Stephen. She could have killed him at any time, if only she"d understood, and this would never be happening. Worse, it had been her vision that sent him off to become-this. him right under her nose-or at least the part of him that was Stephen. She could have killed him at any time, if only she"d understood, and this would never be happening. Worse, it had been her vision that sent him off to become-this.

How many of her other visions were false?

Well, there was still time to correct that mistake. She clapped her hands together and ripped him out of the world, into the sedos realm.

"A change of scene?" he said. "Very well, my queen."

The sky raged with her will; the land was all moors of black heather.

"This is mine," she told him. "All of it."

"Greedy," he said.

Her fury kindled deeper.

"I didn"t want it. I didn"t want any of this, but you all pushed me. The Faiths, you, my mother, Fastia, Artwair, Hespero-your threats and your promises. Always wanting something from me, always trying to take it by guile or trickery. No more. No more. No more."

She struck out then, filling the s.p.a.ce between them with death of sixteen kinds, and with lovely glee she watched him falter. Yet still he kept smiling, as if he knew something she didn"t.

No more. She saw a seam in him and pulled him open like a book, spreading his pages before her. She saw a seam in him and pulled him open like a book, spreading his pages before her.

"You dare call me greedy?" she said. "Look at what is in you. Look at what you"ve done."

"Oh, I"ve been a bad boy, I"ll admit," he said. "But the world was still here when I went to sleep. You"re going to be the end of it."

"I"ll end you for certain," she said. "You and anyone else who won"t-"

"Do what you say? Leave you alone? Wear the proper hat?"

"It"s mine, mine," Anne screamed at him. "I made made this world. I"ve let you worms live on it for two thousand years. If I give you another bell, you should all beg me from your knees, kiss my feet, and sing me hymns. Who are you to tell me what to do with this world. I"ve let you worms live on it for two thousand years. If I give you another bell, you should all beg me from your knees, kiss my feet, and sing me hymns. Who are you to tell me what to do with my my world, little man?" world, little man?"

"There you are," he said. "That"s what we"ve all been waiting for."

She felt him bend his will toward her, and it was strong, much stronger then she had thought. Her lungs suddenly seized as if filled with sand, and the more she fought, the more the weight of him crushed her.

And still he smiled.

"Ah, little queen," he murmured. "I think I shall eat you up."

CHAPTER TWELVE.

REQUIEM.

NEIL FELL and rolled, desperately clinging to consciousness. He fumbled for the little knife in his boot, but the man kicked him in the ribs hard, flipping him onto his back. and rolled, desperately clinging to consciousness. He fumbled for the little knife in his boot, but the man kicked him in the ribs hard, flipping him onto his back.

"Stand him up," he heard Robert say.

Rough hands lifted him and slapped him up against the wall of the house.

"That wasn"t a bad performance," Robert said. "I had heard you were in worse shape." He laughed. "Well, now I guess you are."

Neil tried to focus on Robert"s face. The other fellow had his head turned; he seemed to be looking for something.

Neil spit on the second man. He turned back and slapped Neil.

He hardly felt it.

Robert pinched Neil"s cheeks. "Last time we talked," he said, "you likened me to a mad wolf who needed to be put down. And here twice you"ve failed to do that. There"s no third chance for you, my friend."

"I didn"t fail," Neil said. "I did all I needed to."

"Did you? And what was that?"

"Distracted you," Neil said.

Robert"s eyes widened. There was a flash of actinic blue light, and then Neil was facing two headless men. Behind the stumps of their necks a grim-faced Alis appeared, as if stepping from a dark mist, the feysword held in both hands.

Neil fell with the dead man who had been holding him. Robert"s body continued to stand.

Neil wiped blood from his eyes and watched through a haze as Alis picked up Robert"s head. The prince"s lips were working and his eyes rolling, but Neil didn"t hear him say anything.

Alis kissed Robert"s forehead.

"That"s for Muriele," she said.

Then she tossed the head away, into the yard.

Fend"s dead eyes glimmed like oil on water as the witch of the Sarnwood stooped toward Winna.

"No," Aspar said. "Fend tricked you."

She paused, c.o.c.king her head.

"It won"t work the way you want it to," he said. "It can"t."

"It will," she said. "I know it."

"You can"t have my child," he said. "Her child." child."

"My child," the witch replied. child," the witch replied.

"Not for long," Aspar said. He pulled the knife out of his stomach. Blood gouted.

"That can"t hurt me," the witch said.

"I"ve been wondering," Aspar grunted. "Why my my child?" child?"

He dropped the knife and put one hand on Winna"s belly and the other in a pool of Fend"s blood. He felt the shock of the woorm"s poison and what it had become in Fend"s Skaslos veins before his fingers dug down down again. This time they kept digging. again. This time they kept digging.

He closed his eyes and saw again the Briar King"s eyes, stared into one of them as it opened wider and wider and finally swallowed him.

He had been sleeping, but something had awakened him; he felt wind on his face and branches swaying around him. He opened his eyes.

He was in a tree at the edge of a meadow, his forest all around.

A Mannish woman in a brown wool dress lay on her back at the foot of the tree, her knees up and legs spread. She was gasping, occasionally screaming. He felt her blood soaking into the earth. Everything else was still.

There was pain showing through the woman"s eyes, but he mostly saw resolve. As he watched, she pushed and screamed again, and after a time she pulled something pale blue and b.l.o.o.d.y from herself. It cried, and she kissed it, rocked it in her arms for a few moments.

"Aspar," she whispered. "My lovely son. My good son. Look around you. This is all yours."

Then she died. That baby might have died, too, but he reached down from the tree and took him in, kept him safe and quick until, almost a day later, a man came and found the dead woman and the boy. Then he drifted back into the long slow dream of the earth, for just a little while, until he heard a horn calling, and knew it was time to wake fully and fight.

"I"m sorry," Aspar told the witch. "I"m sorry your forest was destroyed, your world. But there"s no bringing it back. Trying to will destroy what"s left of my forest. That"s what Fend wanted, although I don"t know why."

"Stop," the witch hissed. "Stop what you"re doing."

"I couldn"t if I wanted to," Aspar said. It was the last thing he was able to say; agony stretched him as everything inside of him pressed out against his skin. Then he split open, and with the last light of his mortal eyes he saw green tendrils erupt from his body. They uncoiled fast, like snakes, and reached for the sun.

The pain faded, and his senses rushed out from tree to gra.s.s blade and vine. He was a deer, a panther, an oak, a wasp, rainwater, wind, dark rotting soil.

He was everything that mattered.

He pulled life up from the earth and grew, pushing up through the roof and absorbing the thorns into him as he went.

The music lifted, the discord sharpened, and suddenly a murmur grew in the air, the whisper of a thousand crystal bells with pearl clappers chiming his music in all of its parts. It seemed to spin him around, and the air grew darker until even the flames of the candles appeared only as dim sparks.

But the music. Oh, it went out of the house and into the vast hollow places of the world. It rang in the stone of the mountains and sang in the depths of the sea. The cold stars heard it, and the hot sun in its pa.s.sage below the world, and the bones inside his flesh. And still it went on, filling everything.

He almost lost his own voice. Mylton"s voice did falter, but then it came back, stronger, leading the lowest chords up from the depths toward the still unseen summit.

On the music climbed, falling now and then but always tending higher, never resolving and seemingly irresolvable.

He couldn"t stop singing now if he wanted to; Mylton"s stumble had been the last time that was possible. He heard many thousands of voices now sighing in the starless gulf, then millions, and he began to panic, because he couldn"t remember how it finished, what was supposed to happen at the end. The music on paper no longer mattered. The requiem had them all in its grip now, and it was going where it wanted to.

He felt his body shiver like a dragonfly"s wing and then cease to be. Nothing remained of him but his voice.

The end came, and it was terrifying, wonderful, and then-in a single, impossible moment-perfect. Every note fit with every other. Every voice supported every other. Everything was in its place.

The voices of the dead faded with his own.

Mery sagged against the wall and collapsed.

Out in the yard, the head of Robert Dare stopped trying to talk.

Hespero came at him like lightning, lunging and thrusting at Cazio"s groin. He parried quickly in uhtave, uhtave, but the blade wasn"t there, for the fratrex had disengaged. It was only by wild chance that he managed to catch the blade a second time and stop it from running through his throat. but the blade wasn"t there, for the fratrex had disengaged. It was only by wild chance that he managed to catch the blade a second time and stop it from running through his throat.

Cazio stepped back.