Sparhawk and his friends, accompanied by Kring, Betuana and Engessa, rode out of shattered Cyrga shortly after dawn the following morning, bound for Sarna. Sparhawk had neither seen nor heard from Bhelliom since his encounter with Cyrgon, and he felt a peculiar sense of disappointment about that. The Troll-Gods had also departed with their children – all except for Bhlokw, who shambled along between Ulath and Tynian. Bhlokw was evasive about his reasons for accompanying them.
They rode northeasterly across the barren wastes of Cynesga, traveling in easy stages. The urgent need for haste was gone now. Sephrenia and Xanetia, once again working in concert, had returned all the faces to their rightful owners, and things were slowly settling back to normal.
It was about mid-morning ten days after they had left Cyrga and when they were but a few leagues from Sarna that Vanion rode forward to join Sparhawk at the head of the column. “A word with you, Sparhawk?’ he said.
‘Of course.’
‘It’s sort of private.’
Sparhawk nodded, turned the column over to Bevier and nudged Faran into a rolling canter. He and Vanion slowed again when they were about a quarter of a mile ahead of the others. ‘Sephrenia wants us to get married,’ Vanion said, cutting past any preamble.
‘You’re asking my permission?’
Vanion gave him a long, steady look.
‘Sorry,’ Sparhawk apologized. ‘You took me by surprise. There are problems with that, you know. The Church will never approve, and neither will the Thousand of Styricum. We’re not quite as hide-bound as we used to be, but the notion of interracial or interfaith marriage still raises some hackles.’
‘I know,’ Vanion said glumly. ‘Dolmant probably wouldn’t have any personal objections, but his hands are tied by Church law and doctrine.’
‘Who are you going to get to officiate, then?’
‘Sephrenia’s already solved that problem. Xanetia’s going to perform the ceremony.’
Sparhawk nearly choked on that.
‘She is a priestess, Sparhawk.’
‘Well – technically, I suppose,’ Then Sparhawk suddenly broke out laughing.
‘What’s so funny?’ Vanion demanded truculently.
‘Can you imagine the look on Ortzel’s face when he hears that a Preceptor of one of the four orders, a Patriarch of the Church, has been married to one of the Thousand of Styricum by a Delphaeic priestess?’
‘It does violate a few rules, doesn’t it?’ Vanion conceded with a wry smile.
‘A few? Vanion, I doubt that you could find any single act that’d violate more.’
‘Do you object, too?’
‘Not me, old friend. If this is what you and Sephrenia want, I’ll back the two of you all the way up to the Hierocracy.’
‘Would you stand up with me, then? During the ceremony, I mean?’
Sparhawk clapped him on the shoulder. ‘I’d be honored, my friend.’
‘Good. That’ll keep it all in the family. Sephrenia’s already spoken to your wife about it. Ehlana’s going to stand with her.’
‘Somehow I almost knew that was coming,’ Sparhawk laughed.
They passed through Sarna and proceeded north along a snow-clogged mountain trail toward Dirgis in southern Atan. After they left Dirgis, they turned westward again and rode higher into the mountains.
‘We’re leaving a very wide trail behind us, Sparhawk,’ Bevier said late one snowy afternoon. ‘And the trail’s leading directly to Delphaeus.’
Sparhawk turned and looked back. ‘You’ve got a point,’ he conceded. ‘Maybe I’d better have a talk with Aphrael. Things have changed a bit, but I don’t think the Delphae are quite ready to welcome crowds of sightseers,’ He turned Faran around and rode back to join the ladies. Aphrael, as usual, rode with Sephrenia. ‘A suggestion, Divine One?’ Sparhawk said tentatively.
‘You sound just like Tynian.’
He ignored that. ‘How good are you with weather?’ he asked.
‘Did you want it to be summer?’
‘No. Actually I want a moderate-sized blizzard. We’re leaving tracks in the snow behind us, and the tracks are pointing straight at Delphaeus.’
‘What difference does that make?’
‘The Delphae might not want unannounced visitors.’
‘There won’t be any – announced or otherwise. You promised to seal their valley, didn’t you?’
‘Oh, God!’ he said. ‘I’d forgotten about that! This is going to be a problem. I don’t have Bhelliom any more.’
‘Then you’d better try to get in touch with it, Sparhawk. A promise is a promise, after all. Xanetia’s kept her part of the bargain, so you’re morally obliged to keep yours.’
Sparhawk was troubled. He rode off some distance into a thick grove of spindly sapling pines and dismounted. ‘Blue Rose,’ he said aloud, not really expecting an answer. ‘Blue Rose.’
‘I hear thee, Anakha,’ the voice in his mind responded immediately. I had thought thou might be in some way discontent with me.’
‘Never that, Blue Rose. Thou hast fulfilled – or exceeded – all that I did require of thee. Our enemies are overthrown, and I am content. I did, however, pledge mine honor to the Delphae in exchange for their aid. I am obliged to seal up their valley that none of this world may come upon them.’
‘I do recall thy pledge, Anakha. It was well-given. Soon, however, it will not be needful.’
Thy meaning escapes me.’
‘Watch then, my son, and learn.’ There was a lengthy pause. ‘It is not mine intent to offend, but why hast thou brought this to me?’
‘I gave my word that I would seal their valley, Father.’
‘Then seal it.’
‘I was not certain that I could still speak with thee to entreat thine aid.’
Thou hast no need of aid, Anakha – not mine nor that of any other. Did not thine encounter with Cyrgon convince thee that all things are possible for thee? Thou art Anakha and my son, and there is none other like thee in all the starry universe. It was needful to make thee so, that my design might be accomplished. Whatsoever thou couldst do through me, thou couldst as easily have done with thine own hand.’ The voice paused. ‘I am, however, somewhat pleased that thou wert unaware of thine ability, for it did give me an opportunity to come to know thee. I shall think often of thee in my continuing journey. Let us then proceed to Delphaeus, where thy comrade Vanion and our dearly-loved Sephrenia will be joined, and where thou wilt behold a wonder.’