have to find him and get him back. He's only nine and there's Kusi as well, and Mother… That's why I did it, that's why… Can you understand… can you…"
His voice trailed off.
Milla did not answer, but her eyes were no longer full of hate. Then she looked away, out over the water, and said, "Some of my people believe there is a great Reckoner of all Icecarl lives, a place where every hunt and battle is played out upon a vast board, where every birth and death, victory and defeat can be seen. There must have been a small carving there once, one of the smallest, of Selski bone or Merwin rib, that was Milla of the Far Raiders. But that piece has left the board now, and plays a different game of life. I do not know the hands that move me now. All I know is that I am not what I was."
There was another, longer silence, then Tal said, "Nor am I."
"Who knows what either of us will become," said Milla. She hesitated. "I understand why you sold my shadow, Tal of the Chosen. But I do not forget. And it is not the nature of an Icecarl to forgive."
Tal nodded slowly, though he wasn't sure what she meant.
"I cannot kill you," said Milla. "We have shared too much blood, and I understand too well why you have done what you did. One day you, too, may lose your future at the hands of someone you thought a friend."
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
They beached Asteyr's ship on a strip of black mud in the shadow of the mountain and walked up to the very edge of the stony monolith.
It wasn't a particularly big mountain, but it seemed larger than it really was to Tal when he considered that he was going to have to run underneath it. There was an awful lot of rock that would come crushing down if Adras couldn't keep blowing the whistle.
Adras had won the breath-blowing competition, though both Storm Shepherds had managed to blow their breath for hours. This was very encouraging to Tal. He'd thought they might only have minutes to get the Codex out.
"This is the place," announced Zicka, pointing up to where a thick vein of black stone ran through the gray rock, rather like a dark lightning bolt. "The Codex is straight ahead, about five ship lengths in."
"A hundred and thirty stretches," said Milla. She took off her sword and laid it down, then shrugged off her Selski-hide breastplate and threw it down, too.
Tal looked up the mountain and then back toward the river and the ship. He felt certain that whoever had put the Codex here would have also left guards or wards, or some protective magic. But he could see nothing. There was no movement on the mountain, in the sky, or on the river.
That just made him more suspicious. There should have been birds or insects or something. But there was just a light breeze, whispering through the reeds behind them.
"I am ready," announced Milla. She stretched her arms above her head, and lifted her legs and shook them. Tal saw that they were marked with mottled bruises, but he knew enough about Milla now not to ask.
"There is only one thing I want to know before we run," said Milla.
"What?" asked Tal.
"Why is your hair green?" "A creature vomited on it," said Tal wearily.
Milla smiled, but she did not laugh. Tal thought she would have laughed, before he'd given away her shadow.
In addition to the green hair, Tal's shoulders still hurt and he was damp. Fortunately his legs were in fine shape, apart from slightly burned feet.
There was no reason to delay. But he still hesitated, until Milla stopped her stretching and looked at him.
Tal knew that look. She was thinking he wasn't brave enough to go ahead.
"I'm ready, too," he said. "Adras? You know what to do?"
"Sure!" boomed the Storm Shepherd. "I just blow in the whistle. Like this."
He raised the whistle and started to blow before anyone could stop him.
A single pure note, almost too high to hear, came out of the whistle. It seemed to come from all directions, not just from the actual whistle. Echoes came back, multiplying the sound.
It grew louder and louder, and as the sound increased, the mountain moved.
It started with a rumbling deep in the earth, and a vibration that rattled every bone in Tal's legs before traveling up into his teeth. Pebbles and clumps of dirt fell from the mountain's sides, followed by shrubs and trees whose roots were shivered loose as the pockets of dirt they grew in were shrugged off the mountain's back.
Tal saw Adras look surprised. The Storm Shepherd hesitated a little and the note faltered.
"Keep blowing!" screamed Tal.
The Storm Shepherd nodded and kept blowing. The note steadied and grew even stronger.
There was a mighty crack, and a curtain of dust and earth exploded everywhere along the mountain's length. Tal and Milla shielded their eyes with their forearms and gingerly edged forward.
As the cloud of dust cleared they saw that the mountain was rising out of the earth. They could see daylight on the other, distant side, a gap only a stretch high. But the mountain continued to arch back, and the gap increased.
"Go!" shouted Zicka. "Go!"
Tal and Milla rushed forward, hunched over, running as fast as they could through the falling dust and over broken ground.
Milla counted steps as she ran, calling out every ten. One of her paces was close enough to a stretch. At 120 or so, they should be able to see the Codex.
They ran on, into the deeper shadow directly under the mountain's belly. It was so close that Tal could have jumped up and touched rock. But he didn't care about that. All his attention was on finding the Codex.
"One hundred!" shouted Milla. "There it is!" Relief filled Tal's voice.
He pointed up at a hole just ahead. There was a rectangle of silver light up there, bright here in the darkness.
They ran to it. Tal jumped up, but could not get a grip. He fell back. Before he could jump again, Milla used his back and shoulders as a vaulting board. She got up easily, and reached an arm back down to pull Tal up.
"Is that the Codex?" gasped Milla, pointing at the luminous slab.
The silver rectangle flashed, and letters appeared on it. Tal read the words without realizing it.
Yes, I am the Codex. Take me and run! Run! Run!
Run!
Tal gripped one side of the Codex as Milla grabbed the other. Both of them looked down, and realized that the mountain was still rising. They would have to jump down at least six stretches now, or wait till the mountain started to lower itself again. But that would invite being crushed on the way back!
They lifted the Codex and jumped.
At that exact moment, the mountain lurched itself up even higher.
Tal and Milla landed hard, on their hands and knees, and dropped the Codex.
Pain blossomed in Tal's left shoulder and he cried out. "Ahhh! My shoulder!"
"Swap sides!" Milla yelled, running around to get her hands under the Codex. "Use your right hand. It's not that heavy." She looked across and saw that Tal's left arm was hanging down much lower than it should. It was obviously dislocated, but she did not have time to push it back in place.
Tal bit back a sob and staggered around. He couldn't move his left arm at all, and he presumed it was broken in several places or something equally terrible. But it took only one glance at the vast expanse of rock above to make him get his right hand under the Codex and lift.
"Go! Go!" shouted Milla. They started running again, a clumsy run with the door-sized Codex between them.
They were halfway back to sunshine and safety when the whistle stopped. At exactly the same time, the mountain stopped rising.
"Faster!" Milla shouted.
Tal screamed something, too, though he didn't know what it was. Every step was agony in his shoulder and he could barely keep a grip on the Codex with his good hand.
With a rumble that deafened them, the mountain started to settle back down. It lowered itself in sudden lurches and with frightening quickness. This was no slow and steady relaxation back into its own bed.
Tal saw Zicka i
n the narrowing band of sunlight ahead of them. The lizard was jumping up and down, screaming something, too. Adras and Odris were shouting. Milla was shouting. Everyone was shouting.
Then they heard the top of the Codex scrape on stone. A horrifying sound, even though it only lasted the second it took them to crouch even lower as they ran.
Thirty stretches… twenty stretches… the top of the Codex scraped again and they were carrying it almost horizontally and neither could stand upright without hitting their heads… ten stretches and they were crawling and screaming with the stone pressing on their backs… five stretches… four stretches… their clothes were rubbing on stone… two stretches and then…
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Their heads were suddenly in sunshine and the Storm Shepherds were dragging them out, with the Codex between them. For a terrible second it seemed that the mountain had closed on their feet. And then they were free.
"My shoulder, my shoulder!" Tal cried, half laughing with relief at having got out and half crying with pain from his arm.
Milla stepped up to him, placed one hand on his shoulder and gripped his arm with her other hand.