Chapter
Fifteen
“Now,” said Gwydion, “tell me where the Icon is.”
The cloaked man stared at him for a long moment. His lips twisted into a thin smile. “No.”
Gwydion rocked back.
“No?”
“No,” repeated the cloaked man calmly. “I will not tell you.”
Gwydion’s eyes narrowed with anger. “I made you one of the companions,
stranger. Our deal was that you would
tell me where to find the Icon. What
are you playing at?”
“Actually,” said the cloaked man, “I promised I would guide you in your quest to the
Icon. Not the same thing at all.”
Gwydion took hold of tylith-senshai’s
hilt. “You’re just playing word games,”
he said angrily. “You pledged to help
me in my quest.”
“Indeed,” said the cloaked man, unruffled, “and I
am. Telling you where the Icon is would
serve no purpose at present. You cannot
go after it, not yet. Have you
forgotten the prophecy? Seven
companions must be chosen, paladin. I
count only five people within this room.
That means there are three more to be chosen before your quest may
begin.”
“And if I don’t believe in your ‘prophesy’?” asked
Gwydion.
The cloaked man smiled.
“I suspect that you do not. That
is why I will not tell you where the Icon is held until you have chosen them.”
Brianna snorted in disgust. “I told you he couldn’t be trusted, cutter. You should have listened.”
Gwydion ignored her.
“I’m not on any quest to assemble any ‘seven’ companions, stranger. I’m on a mission to retrieve the Icon.”
“You cannot achieve one without the other,” said the cloaked
man. “And there are further
complications. The Icon is being held
in a place that is very difficult to reach.
We will need certain portal keys.
Certain very rare portal
keys. Some of them are even
unique. Finding them will be a
difficult task.” He gave a thin
smile. “But don’t worry; we have
time. Our common enemies cannot
activate the Icon for another sixteen days, Sigil standard time. After that, our window of opportunity
closes, and our enemies have won.”
Gwydion was quiet, digesting this.
“Don’t listen to him, cutter,” said Brianna. “He’s obviously lying. Probably he doesn’t know anything about the
Icon at all.”
“No,” said Trystessa quickly and with absolute
certainty. “He speaks the truth.”
Gwydion glanced back at her in surprise, as did Brianna
and Tap. She colored with faint
embarrassment and gave a slight shrug.
“It is... a talent I was born with,” she said in explanation.
The cloaked man chuckled, then stood. He was surprisingly tall, taller even than
Gwydion by a few inches. “I may not be
a saint, but I am at least an honest villain.
I never lie, paladin. It is
beneath me. Your own companion confirms
that I speak truth.”
Gwydion considered.
“Say I accept this prophesy of yours, these ‘seven companions’. Where would I find the other two?”
The cloaked man gave him a somber look. “Only you may choose them, paladin.” He glanced at Brianna with distaste. “I would, however, choose a little more
wisely than you have thus far.”
Brianna bristled.
“I agree,” she said icily, “especially if we run into any more like
him.”
Gwydion glanced at the room they were standing in. “What is this place?” he asked. “Nowhere in Sigil, I take it.”
The cloaked man shook his head. “Sigil is the city of doors.
It was relatively easy to activate an old portal of mine to bring you
here. And somewhat necessary. Foolishly you fled to Sigil in an attempt to
find safety. Ironically, it was the one
place where I could not protect you.”
Gwydion’s eyebrow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
The cloaked man shrugged. “I am not mortal, paladin.
I haven’t been for some time.
The rules and laws of the multiverse do not apply to me as they do to
you. Just as there are places where you
dare not go - the heart of the elemental plane of fire, perhaps, or the center
of the plane of negativity, where your destruction would be assured - there are
places within the multiverse that are anathema to me. Sigil is such a place.”
Gwydion shook his head.
“I don’t understand.”
“It is no matter.
What is important is that I cannot accompany you back there.”
“I’m not crying any,” muttered Brianna.
“Back?” asked Gwydion.
“We were searching for a way out of Sigil. It has become dangerous for us.
Why would we want to go back?”
“Because you must,” said the cloaked man gravely. “One of the portal keys we will need is
there. You must retrieve it.”
“Key?” He was
confused. “What key?”
“A unique key,” said the cloaked man, his voice calm and
quiet. “You will find it in the Tower
of Eyrie, housed amidst the Collection.
It is the Bracelet of Amithor.”
Brianna choked.
“You’ve got to be piking joking!
The Collection is one of the most guarded treasuries of magical
antiquities in the city! You want us to
just stroll in and retrieve some trinket?”
“It is necessary,” said the cloaked man evenly. “And it is only one of the tasks that
confront us.”
She snorted.
“Don’t listen to him, paladin,” she muttered angrily. “Going back to Sigil is soft-headed
enough. But entering the Tower of
Eyrie? That’s just plain barmy talk.”
“What is this ‘bracelet’?” asked Gwydion, his eyes
narrowing, “and why do we need it?”
“An item of great value,” said the cloaked man, “though
its intrinsic value and powers are not important to our cause. It is the key we will require to open the
portal that leads to the place where the Icon is being held. We cannot hope to retrieve it
otherwise. As for you all going back to
Sigil, that will not be the case.”
Brianna was sputtering something angrily, but the cloaked
man’s last comment brought Gwydion up short.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked. “You said you could not enter Sigil.
What has that to do with us?”
The cloaked man’s eyes flickered towards Trystessa. “The lady will not go with you. She is needed for a different task. She will accompany me.”
Gwydion’s eyes turned hard. This man - this stranger - whatever he was, exuded a sense of
menace, danger, and evil. The thought
of putting a creature as fair and delicate as Trystessa in his power made him
uneasy. “I don’t think so.”
The cloaked man gave him a cool gaze. “You have no choice in the matter,
paladin. Not if you would see your
quest accomplished. It is necessary.”
Brianna was staring, openmouthed. Her first instinct had been to protest
angrily. She didn’t like this man,
didn’t like his manner. But on the
other hand, she had counseled strongly against Gwydion fighting for Trystessa.
“It might not be a bad idea, paladin,” she said at last,
after a long moment. Gwydion gave her
an unfriendly sidelong glance, and she bristled defensively. “After all, she’ll be out of Sigil, and we
won’t be burdened with her. That was
what we were after anyway.”
“She isn’t a burden,” said Gwydion. “And she isn’t any sworn companion to
us. To me. She’s just a girl who was caught in a bad situation. We were taking her out of Sigil, yes. But to a place of safety, where she could
have that slave collar pried from her neck and go her way in peace.”
“She is a
companion,” insisted the cloaked man.
“Chosen twice.” Amusement flickered
in his eyes. “And, of all your choices
so far, she is the best you have made.
Our quest cannot succeed without her.”
He shook his head. “But she must
not return to Sigil with you. If she
does, you will die. The prophecies are
clear. You must trust me on this.”
“Why?” demanded Gwydion.
“So far all you’ve offered me are veiled warnings and vague hints about
some prophesies I’ve never heard of.
For all I know, you are an agent of those who hold the Icon already,
sent to put me off track.”
The cloaked man said nothing, only looked at him, and
Gwydion glared defiantly back. There
was a long beat of silence, and then a soft sigh from behind them.
“He speaks the truth.”
Trystessa spoke quietly, and her low voice surprised them all. Her face was pale, and it was clear she was
frightened by the prospect of going with the cloaked man. Yet she was resolute. “He is not lying. I told you; it is my gift.”
Gwydion looked back at her. “What are you saying?”
Her face was pale.
“You have done me a great service, paladin. He is right; there is blood debt between us. Whatever this ‘Icon’ you speak of may be, I
will aid you in your quest if I can.”
Gwydion shook his head.
“This isn’t your fight, lady,” he said gently. “I don’t understand what ‘blood debt’ is, but you don’t owe me
anything. I did what I did for my sake
as much as yours. Don’t feel that you
have to accompany this... this man just to repay me. He is a stranger to me, and I know nothing of these prophesies he
quotes.”
Brianna was frowning, but she said nothing.
“I have made my choice, paladin,” said Trystessa. “I will go with him. He is not lying. I do it of my own free will.”
She nodded towards Brianna and Tap.
“As for whether this is my fight or not... Is it theirs? I sense
that they accompany you of their own free will. Should I do less? It is
my fight because it is your fight, and I will repay the debt.”
Gwydion shook his head.
“I won’t allow it.”
“She speaks wisdom, paladin,” said the cloaked man. “You would do well to listen. She is a companion, twice chosen.”
“Don’t call me that!” said Gwydion. “I don’t even know what it means. And I’m not sending an innocent and
defenseless girl off with you. You’ve
offered me no reason to trust you, and every reason not to.”
The cloaked man was quiet for a moment. “You saw the Black Citadel,” he said at
length. “It is where we must go. But to get there, other tasks must first be
accomplished.”
Gwydion said nothing.
The cloaked man gestured to the chair before him. “Sit, paladin,” he said. “We will discuss what must be done. We will discuss prophecy. And then you may decide.”