Pendragon Cycle - Taliesin Part 6

It was very late, but Avallach and Briseis shared a quiet moment before going to bed. The lamps burned low, and the moon shone full through the open door to the balcony. They spoke in low tones as Briseis cradled her husband, her arms around him as Avallach stroked her neck and shoulders.

There came a soft knock on the door and Avallach rose reluctantly.

The king opened the door, and the light fell on Annubi's face. The seer apologized at once. "Forgive me, Sire. I would not disturb you but..."

"What is it?"

"It is about the bull girl-earlier today."

Avallach shook his head. "I do not understand."

"I asked him to bring me word," explained Briseis as she joined him. "What of the girl?"

"I am sorry, my queen."

"Dead?"

The seer nodded. "The wound was deep, and she was overweak from loss of blood. There was nothing to be done."

"Did she suffer?"

"She resisted to the end. There was pain, yes, but I think she preferred it that way."

The queen nodded absently. "Thank you, Annubi."

With a nod to the king, the seer turned and disappeared. Briseis closed the door after him and turned to the king. "Such a waste, when you think about it." Briseis put her head against her husband's chest. They held each other for a long moment.

"It has been a long and eventful day," said Avallach at last. "I am tired."

"Go along to bed. I will just blow out the lamps." The king kissed her and moved off to the bedchamber. Briseis made her way around the room, extinguis.h.i.+ng the lamps. As she pa.s.sed the balcony, she paused: a soft melody floated up from the garden Below. Someone was singing. The queen stepped to the bal.u.s.trade.

On the moon-drenched lawn Below stood Charis, wearing only a thin nightdress, turning slowly around and around, arms raised to the sky and eyes to the moon, the strange song on her lips and a look of pure rapture on her upturned face.

Briseis opened her mouth to call out, but thought better of speaking and listened instead. It was a long moment before she could make out the words. What she heard made her breath catch in her throat.

"Mother of Nations, Womb of Knowledge, I am Atlantis... Atlantis... Atlantis... I am Atlantis."

CHAPTER SIX.

Hafgan stood wrapped in his cloak of midnight blue, oaken staff clutched in his right hand. He studied the night sky for a long moment and then began pacing once more, in sunwise circles around the heel stone in the center of the stone circle, pausing only to eat a few hazelnuts of knowledge from a leather pouch at his Belt.

He paced his slow circles and listened to the wind as it fingered the winter-dry gra.s.s, and to the cry of a hunting owl in a distant tree. The moon shone down fair and full as it moved through its measured course, and Hafgan noted the quality of its light as it pa.s.sed overhead. Listening, weighing, judging, the druid pa.s.sed the hours of the night.

When the moon stood directly over the heel stone, the druid began his chant of prophecy, humming the secret syllables to himself, slowly, deliberately, feeling their power quicken within him. The heavy curtain that normally veiled his senses began to wear thin, becoming transparent, allowing him to peer into the Otherworld, where his eyes could see, his ears hear, and his mind perceive those things ordinarily denied mortal men.

His chant became a song and he lifted his voice, releasing it to travel the unseen pathways of the air. He sang: "Earth Mother, behold your son!

Sky Mother, recognize me, your devoted servant.

Father of Wisdom, speak to me, that I may hear your voice, Keeper of the Gates of Knowledge, open wide that I may enter your realm.

Great G.o.ddess, Queen of Life, diffusing silver light, bull-homed, and wandering through gloom of sacred Night, with silvery rays you s.h.i.+ne; Now full-orbed, now dwindling in decline, show by your pa.s.sing, the secret sign; Reveal to me the vision of your sight."

At this last, he stopped pacing and threw his arms wide. His cloak slipped from his shoulders as he raised his staff high, gripping it with both hands over his head.

A s.h.i.+mmer lit the sky as a star streaked to earth. A moment later another plummeted earthward, and another and then the sky was alive with falling stars, all glittering, hot points of sparks, the burning wake of a firebrand plunging through the night.

When it was over, Hafgan lowered his staff and reached into his pouch for a handful of hazelnuts. He sat on a nearby stone and chewed thoughtfully while he contemplated what he had seen. He sat there, thinking, until the moon began sinking toward morning. Then, taking up his cloak, he left the stone circle and walked slowly back toJjis hut outside the caer.

Early the next morning, the people of Caer Dyvi gathered outside the druid's hut. Many had seen the strange starfall in the night and feared that some dire misfortune was even now speeding towards them.

They called to him, saying, "Wake up, druid! Tell us what calamity is forecast. Hafgan! Why are you still abed when danger lurks near? Wake up!"

Receiving no response, they raised a great outcry until Gwyddno Garanhir himself came forward and demanded, "Kinsmen, why this shouting so early in the morning? What is happening here?"

"Are you the only one who does not know?" asked one distraught woman. "Has no one told you?"

"The starfall last night," said another. "Terrible it was! Surely, disaster must soon overtake us."

"If it is as you say," answered Gwyddno, pulling on his mustache, "then Hafgan will tell us what to do."

"But there is the trouble," answered one of the men gathered there. "Our derwydd derwydd will not awake and talk to us." will not awake and talk to us."

Gwyddno nodded to Cuall, who pushed aside the oxhide hung in the doorway to keep out the wind and entered the druid's hut. He emerged only a moment later. "He has gone," said Cuall. "But the ashes of his hearthfire are still warm."

"He left this morning then," said Gwyddno. "No doubt he has gone to confer with his brother druids and will return when he has an answer for us. Therefore, we will go on about our business."

"How can we?" demanded one of the women, "Any moment our destruction may come upon us!"

Gwyddno stamped his foot. "The only ruin will be a day's work wasted if we do not look to our affairs. Go on now, all of you! Go back to your houses and to your labors. See? The sun is rising; the day has begun."

There was some grumbling and several of the women complained aloud, but they returned to their houses and began their ch.o.r.es. The sun climbed high and shone bright over the land. No raiding s.h.i.+ps appeared on the horizon, and the sky did not fall. By midday their anxiety had abated; the people of Caer Dyvi put aside their fear, although they still wondered what the mighty sign betokened.

A sacred grove stood atop the hill called Garth Greggyn, above a spring-fed stream. Over the place where the water bubbled out of the side of the hill stood a stone carved in ogam and dedicated to Tywi, the G.o.d of the spring. As he made his way to the oak grove, Hafgan paused and offered a blessing to the G.o.d of the spring, then kissed the ogam stone and continued on his way.

He climbed the hill and pa.s.sed between two carven images-one of Lieu, G.o.d of bards and warriors, the other Don, mother of the G.o.ds-and entered the sanctuary of the trees, where he was met by other druids of the neighboring areas who, like Hafgan, had a.s.sembled there to discuss the sign they all had seen.

Cormach, a tall, white-haired elder, sat on a stone chair surrounded by a.s.sistants and ovates. He lifted his hands in greeting as Hafgan strode up. "See here! One comes who knows better than I the signs of the heavens."

Hafgan inclined his head, smiled, and said, "Only Cormach of Dolgellau could speak so and have anyone Believe him." The elder druid stood and the two embraced. Many of the younger ovates and filidh gathered around to hear the two speak, for Hafgan was highly renowned among the learned brotherhood.

At length Cormach raised his rowan staff and tapped it three times on the rock chair. All the others fell silent and took their places in a circle in the center of the grove. Several filidh pa.s.sed among them with cups of acorn tea and bowls of hazelnuts. When all had been served, Cormach spoke. "If there are no objections," he began, "I will speak first, as befits an elder."

"You are chief among us," affirmed Hafgan, "so please continue."

The others, nearly twenty in all, readily a.s.sented. Cormach touched the back of his hand to his forehead and uttered a long, sighing moan, which the a.s.sembly repeated until it became a drone that echoed through the grove.

After a few moments, the Chief Druid lowered his hand and said, "It is right that we come together today. May wisdom be increased! Last night I saw a mighty sign in the sky: stars falling like a rain of fire. And today the earth warms beneath a summer sun, though Beltane is only recently pa.s.sed. Tell me, my brothers, what does this indicate to you?"

"Death," answered a young druid. "A falling star always indicates death."

"Such a great fall of stars must mean a very great death," said another. "A royal death perhaps?"

They fell to arguing about which king was great enough to warrant such an omen. Cormach listened patiently as the others talked and then tapped his staff on the rock. "Hafgan, you have been silent. Do you mean to keep us in ignorance?"

Hafgan drew himself up. "It is true that a falling star often betokens death, but it may also mean birth. For death and birth are one, as we all know. Nothing is born that does not die, neither does anything die but it is reborn. Each is swallowed and fulfilled in the other."

"Well said," replied Cormach. "What else can you tell us?"

"As our younger brothers suggest, such a great starfall can only mean great death-the death of a king, yes. Perhaps many kings."

This last caused a sensation among the druids, who murmured their surprise. "Explain, please," said Cormach when the others had quieted.

"Very well," replied Hafgan. "The stars fell into the western sea, where lie the Islands of the Ever Living. Among our own people it is said that a king and his land are one. Therefore, by this great sign I see great destruction for the Westerlands, hence great death-the death of many kings."

"And what of the birth?"

"The stars fell from the Royal House of the Sun, so I look for a royal birth."

"A royal birth sprung from the death of kings," said Cormach. "Hear and remember, my brothers; Hafgan speaks the truth."

"When will this happen?" asked a druid from neighboring Yr Widdfa.

"Wait and watch, brother; time will fulfill itself. It is enough for now to know that it will be. When the hour arrives, it will be announced with signs and wonders. Instruct the people." With that Cormach raised his staff and said, "I declare this a.s.sembly ended."

The gathering disbanded then, but the druids lingered, speaking informally to one another before beginning their separate journeys home. Cormach took Hafgan aside and led him a little apart to speak in private. They stood under the spreading boughs of a great old oak. "What is this I hear about Caer Dyvi's fortunes on the increase?"

"It is true," admitted Hafgan. "Where did you hear it?"

The old druid's eyes crinkled in a smile. "The wind reveals many secrets to those who listen."

"And men's tongues reveal more," replied Hafgan.

Cormach raised a cautionary finger. "Such an increase will be met by a decrease elsewhere. Balance will be maintained. But tell me, what of the child?"

"A rare and special child, to be sure. I have named him Taliesin. He will be a bard of uncommon skill and knowledge-perhaps the greatest among us. If he had not been bom already, I should have thought it was for him that the stars fell."

"Then I must come and see this child soon," said Cormach.

"Yes, come. It is too long since we have lifted cups together. We will talk" Hafgan paused, looking thoughtful.

"What is it? Have you seen something?"

"No, it is something you said earlier-about the earth warming beneath a summer sun. I had not considered that before."

"Consider it then," pressed Cormach, "and tell me what it suggests to you."

"Beltane is a time between times, as we know, when the powers of earth and sky, air and water are in flux. Winter is death, which itself dies in spring. For winter to a.s.sert itself on the eve of spring indicates that death struggles with life for supremacy. Today we stand beneath a summer sun, which suggests life has survived the struggle."

"And the starfall?"

"Life won at a very great cost perhaps."

Cormach nodded thoughtfully. "Your thoughts are deep and true, Hafgan." The Chief Druid put a hand over Haf-gan's. "One day soon you will carry the rowan staif. Meanwhile, I think it is time you began teaching. I will send two of my best filidh to you."

"I am honored."

Cormach gripped Hafgan's hand upon his staff. "You will need help with the child."

"Tell me, Cormach, was there ever such a sign as the one that brings us here?"

The elder druid closed his eyes and leaned on his staff. "Only once," he replied at length, "many years ago-before anyone now alive was bora, before the Romans came to the Holy Isle, when this grove was young-there was a similar sign. The stars did not fall, however, but remained converged in the sky. A strange sight, I am told, for those who knew how to see it."

"What did it betoken?"

Cormach opened his eyes. "Why, the coming of the Jesu, Son of the Good G.o.d. Him the Romans called Christus."

"I see," replied Hafgan. "Perhaps this new sign will be equally auspicious."

"We can hope," replied Cormach. "Like all men, we can hope. Well, I will come to you before midsummer to see the child. Keep him safe."

"He will be well kept, never fear," answered Hafgan. "I will see to it."

Cormach lifted his eyes to gaze at the spreading branches above. "This oak was already old when I was born. Now I am old and soon to die and this tree grows strong still. We are small creatures, Hafgan. Our lives are not long."

"Long enough to learn what is required of us." "Oh, aye, long enough to learn what we need to learn, but not long enough to change anything," agreed Cormach wistfully. "That is our flaw. Each age must learn everything afresh. Such waste! Such waste-making all the mistakes once again, each generation making the same mistakes, fumbling in ignorance and darkness." He raised a hand to the tree. "Hail, stout brother! Know our weakness and do not unkindly consider us."

"Come, Cormach, the sun is warm, the day good. I will walk a little way with you and you will tell me why you are so downhearted." Hafgan led the elder druid away. They left the grove and walked down the hill in the sunlight, pausing at the spring to drink before going on.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

When the sun orb flared above the great azure rim of the sea, Charis rose and poured scented water from a ewer into the basin, splashed herself, dried, and dressed in a linen tunic of light blue. She donned white leather sandals, tied them hurriedly, grabbed two fresh figs from a bowl on the table near the door and ran down to the palace courtyard where she found the youngest of her brothers, Eoinn and Guistan, already in the courtyard supervising the loading of the wagons and the hitching of the horses.

Neither boy had a word to spare for her, their attention wholly taken with their a.s.sumed duties. She slipped among the porters and satisfied herself that her own chest had been carefully stowed, then retreated a safe distance to watch.

Stablemen arrived leading saddled mounts, and both boys fell to fighting between themselves for the best one. Kian, the oldest of Avallach's children and already a young man, stepped in and undertook to settle the dispute between his younger siblings with typical autocratic dispa.s.sion. Maildun arrived while the others wrangled and, smiling to himself, quietly claimed the best horse for himself.