turn and follow them back to their beginning. And then shall we turn again, and behold, they shall not be as they were before.’
The wailing sound rose to an awful shriek.
Althalus started up, sweating profusely. ‘God!’ he exclaimed, trembling violently.
‘Who was he?’ Bheid’s terrified voice came out of the darkness. ‘Who was that man with eyes of fire?’
‘You saw him too?’ Eliar asked, his voice also trembling.
‘Step aside, Althalus,’ Emmy’s voice inside his head had a crisp, no-nonsense quality about it. ‘I need to talk to them.’
Althalus felt himself being rather rudely thrust aside. ‘Eliar,’ Emmy said, ‘tell Bheid who I am.’
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ Eliar responded. ‘Bheid,’ he said, ‘that’s Emmy talking. She does that now and then. Althalus might still be there, but she’s using his voice.’
‘The cat?’ Bheid said incredulously.
‘I wouldn’t think of her as a cat, exactly,’ Eliar advised. ‘That’s just the way she hides what she really is. Her real form would probably blind us if we looked at her.’
‘Hush, Eliar,’ Emmy said gently.
‘Yes, Ma’am.’
‘What you’ve all just experienced, gentlemen, wasn’t exactly a dream,’ Emmy told them. ‘Althalus has met Ghend before, so he’ll be able to tell you about him – after I’ve finished using his voice. What you saw just now wasn’t a dream, but it wasn’t real, either. It’s what Ghend – and Daeva – want to make real.’
‘Who were those people we saw?’ Bheid asked in a trembling voice.
‘The Medyos – the first ones who came to this part of the world ten thousand years ago. They brought the worship of Deiwos with them when they came here, but Daeva’s trying to change that. He’s trying to alter things so that the first Medyos worship him instead of his kinsman, Deiwos.’
‘But that’s impossible,’ Bheid protested. ‘Once something’s happened, it can’t be changed.’
‘Keep a very firm grip on that thought, Bheid,’ she advised. ‘It might help. Daeva doesn’t seem to agree with you, though. He believes that he can change the past – by changing the present. That’s why we’re being gathered together. We’re supposed to prevent what Daeva’s trying to do. This will happen again. You’ll see things that didn’t really happen, and you won’t always be asleep when you see them.’
‘This just stopped being fun, Emmy,’ Eliar complained. ‘If these wide-awake dreams come popping out of nowhere the way that one did, how can we tell what’s real and what’s not?’
‘Because of the wailing,’ she replied. ‘When you hear that wailing off in the distance, it’s a sure sign that Ghend’s trying to alter the past. You’ll also know when the wailing starts that you’re not in the present. You may be in the past or in the future, but you aren’t in the place called now.’
Althalus looked off to the east where the first faint hint of the new day was touching the horizon, ‘It’s almost daybreak,’ he told his companions. ‘Let’s gather up our things and get ready to start.’
‘We are going to have breakfast, aren’t we?’ Eliar asked in a worried tone.
Althalus sighed. ‘Yes, Eliar, we’ll have breakfast.’
The sun was just coming up when the barge ferried them across the west fork of the river, and they rode toward the west. After they’d gone a few miles, Bheid trotted up beside Althalus. ‘Can we talk?’ he asked.
‘I guess that’s permitted,’ Althalus replied.
‘How did you find out where the Book of Deiwos was located?’ Bheid asked. ‘I’ve been hearing stories about it for years now. Arguments about that Book have been going on for centuries. Most of my teachers said that the Book was actually the night sky, but some said that it really did exist. Evidently those were the ones who were right.’
‘Yes,’ Althalus replied, ‘there really is a Book.’
‘How did you find it? Did God come to you in a vision?’
Althalus laughed. ‘No it wasn’t God who came to me. It was Ghend.’
‘Ghend?’
‘He looked me up and hired me to steal the Book for him. It was Ghend who told me where the House was.’
‘Why would any honest man agree to something like that.’
‘An honest man probably wouldn’t have, but I don’t have that problem. I’m a thief, Bheid.’
‘A thief?’
‘That’s a man who steals things. I’m probably the best thief in the world, so I’ve got a good reputation. Ghend tracked me down and told me that he’d pay me if I stole the Book for him. Then he told me where it was.’
‘The House at the End of the World?’
‘Well, that’s what it’s called. It’s built on the edge of a cliff up in northern Kagwher, and it’s the biggest house I’ve ever seen. It’s almost completely empty though. There’s only one room that has any furniture in it. That’s where the Book was. Of course, Emmy was there, too. She scolded me for being late, and I thought for certain that I’d gone mad. She told me to stop being silly, and then she taught me how to read.’
‘From the Book of Deiwos?’ Bheid asked reverently.
‘It was the only Book there.’
‘What does it look like?’
‘It’s a box covered with white leather. The pages are stacked inside the box. Emmy used to come all unraveled if I mixed up the pages. Anyway, I learned how to read the Book, and then Emmy and I found a way to speak to each other without using our voices. Then we left the house to go find the Knife. We discovered that Eliar had it. He’s a mercenary soldier, and he was fighting in that war between Kanthon and Osthos that’s been going on for forty or fifty generations now. Eliar was leading an attack on the walls of Osthos, and he killed the Aryo during the fighting. The Aryo’s daughter, Andine, didn’t like that at all, and, since Eliar’d been taken prisoner, she started thinking about all sorts of interesting things to do to him. I posed as a slave trader and bought him from her. Then we came here to find you. Now we’re going back to Osthos to find somebody else.’
‘How long ago was it? When Ghend hired you, I mean?’
‘Emmy says it was twenty-five hundred years ago. From what she tells me, people don’t age in the House. It’s just as well, really. If I’d aged normally, I’d have a white beard about twelve miles long by now.’
‘Is Emmy really the sister of God?’
‘That’s what she tells me. Her name’s Dweia, but she says she doesn’t actually look much like that statue in her temple in Maghu.’
‘You worship a female God?’ Bheid’s eyes bulged in outrage.
‘I don’t worship her, Bheid. I love her, but I don’t worship her. Worship means absolute obedience, and it involves a lot of groveling. I do what Emmy tells me to do most of the time, but I don’t spend much time on my knees. We argue all the time, actually. Emmy likes to argue – almost as much as she likes to sneak up and pounce on me.’
‘May I touch her?’ Bheid asked in an almost reverent tone.
‘Emmy,’ Althalus said back over his shoulder. ‘Wake up. Bheid wants to rub your ears.’
Emmy poked her sleepy-eyed face up out of his hood. ‘That would be nice,’ she murmured.
Althalus