Patricia McKillip - Harpist In The Wind

For all who waited, and especially for STEVE DONALDSON, who always called at the right time

for GAIL, who reminded me of the difference between logic and grace

and for KATHY, who waited the longest.

The Star-Bearer and Raederle of An sat on the crown of the highest of the seven towers of Anuin. The white stone fell endlessly away from them, down to the summer-green slope the great house sat on. The city itself spilled away from the slope to the sea. The sky revolved above them, a bright, changeless blue, its expression broken only by the occasional spiral of a hawk. Morgon had not moved for hours. The morning sun had struck his profile on the side of the embrasure he sat in and shifted his shadow without his notice to the other side. He was aware of Raederle only as some portion of the land around him, of the light wind, and the crows sketching gleaming black lines through the green orchards in the distance: something peaceful and remote, whose beauty stirred every once in a while through his thoughts.

His mind was spinning endless threads of conjecture that snarled constantly around his ignorance. Stars, children with faces of stone, the fiery, broken shards of a bowl he had smashed in Astrins hut, dead cities, a dark-haired shape-changer, a harpist, all resolved under his probing into answerless riddles. He gazed back at his own life, at the history of the realm, and picked at facts like potshards, trying to piece them together. Nothing fit; nothing held; he was cast constantly out of his memories into the soft summer air.

He moved finally, stiffly as a stone deciding to move, and slid his hands over his eyes. Flickering shapes like ancient beasts without names winged into light behind his eyelids. He cleared his mind again, let images drift and flow into thought until they floundered once again on the shoals of impossibility.

The vast blue sky broke into his vision, and the swirling maze of streets and houses below. He could think no longer; he leaned against his shadow. The silence within the slab of ancient stone eased through him; his thoughts, worn meaningless, became quiet again.

He saw a soft leather shoe then and a flicker of leaf-green cloth. He turned his head and found Raederle sitting cross-legged on the ledge beside him.

He leaned over precariously and drew her against him. He laid his face against her long windblown hair and saw the burning strands beneath his closed eyes. He was silent for a time, holding her tightly, as if he sensed a wind coming that might sweep them out of their high, dangerous resting place.

She stirred a little; her face lifting to kiss him, and his arms loosened reluctantly. I didnt realize you were here, he said, when she let him speak.

I guessed that, somehow, after the first hour or so. What were you thinking about?

Everything. He nudged a chip of mortar out of a crack and flicked it into the trees below. A handful of crows startled up, complaining. I keep battering my brains against my past, and I always come to the same conclusion. I dont know what in Hels name I am doing.

She shifted, drawing her knees up, and leaned back against the stone beside her to face him. Her eyes filled with light, like sea-polished amber, and his throat constricted suddenly, too full of words. Answering riddles. You told me that that is the only thing you can keep doing, blind and deaf and dumb, and not knowing where you are going.

I know. He searched more mortar out of the crack and threw it so hard he nearly lost his balance. I know. But I have been here in Anuin with you for seven days, and I cant find one reason or one riddle to compel me out of this house. Except that if we stay here much longer, we will both die.

Thats one, she said soberly.

I dont know why my life is in danger because of three stars on my face. I dont know where the High One is. I dont know what the shape-changers are, or how I can help a cairn of children who have turned into stone at the bottom of a mountain. I know of only one place to begin finding answers. And the prospect is hardly appealing.

Where?

In Ghisteslwchlohms mind.

She stared at him, swallowing, and then frowned down at the sun-warmed stone, Well. Her voice shook almost imperceptibly. I didnt think we could stay here forever. But, Morgon

You could stay here.

Her head lifted. With the sun catching in her eyes again, he could not read their expression. But her voice was stiff. I am not going to leave you. I refused even the wealth of Hel and all the pigs in it for your sake. You are going to have to learn to live with me.

Its difficult enough just trying to live, he murmured, without thinking, then flushed. But her mouth twitched. He reached across to her, took her hand. For one silver boar bristle, I would take you to Hed and spend the rest of my life raising plow horses in east Hed.

Ill find you a boar bristle.

How do I marry you, in this land?

You cant, she said calmly, and his hand slackened.

What?

Only the king has the power to bind his heirs in marriage. And my father is not here. So well have to forget about that until he finds the time to return home.

But, Raederle

She pitched a sliver of mortar across the tail feathers of a passing crow, causing it to veer with a squawk. But what? she said darkly.

I cant I cant walk into your fathers land, trouble the dead as I have, nearly commit murder his hall, then take you away with me to wander through the realm without even marrying you. What in Hels name will your father think of me?

When he finally meets you, hell let you know. What I think, which is more to the point, is that my father has meddled enough with my life. He may have foreseen our meeting, and maybe even our loving, but I dont think he should have his own way in everything. Im not going to marry you just because he maybe foresaw that, too, in some dream.

Do you think it was that, behind his strange vow about Pevens Tower? he asked curiously. Foreknowledge?

You are changing the subject.

He eyed her a moment, considering the subject and her flushed face. Well, he said softly, casting their future to the winds over the dizzying face of the tower, if you refuse to marry me, I dont see what I can do about it. And if you choose to come with me if that is what you really want I am not going to stop you. I want you too much. But Im terrified. I think we would have more hope of survival falling head first off this tower. And at least, doing that, wed know where we were going.

Her hand lay on the stones between them. She lifted it, touched his face. You have a name and a destiny. I can only believe that sooner or later you will stumble across some hope.

I havent seen any so far. Only you. Will you marry me in Hed?

No.

He was silent a little, holding her eyes. Why?

She looked away from him quickly; he sensed a sudden, strange turmoil in her. For many reasons.

Raederle

No. And dont ask me again. And stop looking at me like that.

All right, he said after a moment. He added, I dont remember that you were so stubborn.

Pig-headed.

Pig-headed.

She looked at him again. Her mouth crooked into a reluctant smile. She shifted close to him, put her arm around his shoulders, and swung her feet over the sheer edge of nothingness. I love you, Morgon of Hed. When we finally leave this house, where will we go first? Hed?

Yes. Hed The name touched his heart suddenly, like the word of a spell. I have no business going home. I simply want to. For a few hours, at night that might be safe. He thought of the sea, between them and his home, and his heart chilled. I cant take you across the sea.

In Hels name, why not? she said.