“No freedom,” Par echoed.
He rocked back, drawing his legs tight against his chest. “I wish I knew how the Elfstones disappeared. And the Sword. What happened to the Sword of Shannara?”
Coll shrugged. “Same thing that happens to everything eventually. It got lost.”
“What do you mean? How could they let it get lost?”
“No one was taking care of it.”
Par thought about that. It made sense. No one bothered much with the magic after Allanon died, after the Druids were gone. The magic was simply ignored, a relic from another time, a thing feared and misunderstood for the most part. It was easier to forget about it, and so they did. They all did. He had to include the Ohmsfords as well—otherwise they would still have the Elfstones. All that was left of their magic was the wishsong.
“We know the stories, the tales of what it was like; we have all that history, and we still don’t know anything,” he said softly.
“We know the Federation doesn’t want us talking about it,” Coll offered archly. “We know that.”
“There are times that I wonder what difference it makes anyway.” Par’s face twisted into a grimace. “After all, people come to hear us and the day after, who remembers? Anyone besides us? And what if they do? It’s all ancient history—not even that to some. To some, it’s legend and myth, a lot of nonsense.”
“Not to everyone,” Coll said quietly.
“What’s the use of having the wishsong, if the telling of the stories isn’t going to make any difference? Maybe the stranger was right. Maybe there are better uses for the magic.”
“Like aiding the outlaws in their fight against the Federation? Like getting yourself killed?” Coll shook his head. “That’s as pointless as not using it at all.”
There was a sudden splash from somewhere out in the river, and the brothers turned as one to seek out its source. But there was only the churning of rain-swollen waters and nothing else.
“Everything seems pointless.” Par kicked at the earth in front of him. “What are we doing, Coll? Chased out of Varfleet as much as if we were outlaws ourselves, forced to take that boat like thieves, made to run for home like dogs with our tails between our legs.” He paused, looking over at his brother. “Why do you think we still have use of the magic?”
Coll’s blocky face shifted slightly toward Par’s. “What do you mean?”
“Why do we have it? Why hasn’t it disappeared along with everything else? Do you think there’s a reason?”
There was a long silence. “I don’t know,” Coll said finally. He hesitated. “I don’t know what it’s like to have the magic.”
Par stared at him, realizing suddenly what he had asked and ashamed he had done so.
“Not that I’d want it, you understand,” Coll added hastily, aware of his brother’s discomfort. “One of us with the magic is enough.” He grinned.
Par grinned back. “I expect so.” He looked at Coll appreciatively for a moment, then yawned. “You want to go to sleep?”
Coll shook his head and eased his big frame back into the shadows a bit. “No, I want to talk some more. It’s a good night for talking.”
Nevertheless, he was silent then, as if he had nothing to say after all. Par studied him for a few moments, then they both looked back out over the Mermidon, watching as a massive tree limb washed past, apparently knocked down by the storm. The wind, which had blown hard at first, was quiet now, and the rain was falling straight down, a steady, gentle sound as it passed through the trees.
Par found himself thinking about the stranger who had rescued them from the Federation Seekers. He had puzzled over the man’s identity for the better part of the day, and he still hadn’t a clue as to who he was. There was something familiar about him, though—something in the way he talked, an assurance, a confidence. It reminded him of someone from one of the stories he told, but he couldn’t decide who. There were so many tales and many of them were about men like that one, heroes in the days of magic and Druids, heroes Par had thought were missing from this age. Maybe he had been wrong. The stranger at the Blue Whisker had been impressive in his rescue of them. He seemed prepared to stand up to the Federation. Perhaps there was hope for the Four Lands yet.
He leaned forward and fed another few sticks of deadwood into the little fire, watching the smoke curl out from beneath the canvas shelter into the night. Lightning flashed suddenly farther east, and a long peal of thunder followed.
“Some dry clothes would be good right now,” he muttered. “Mine are damp just from the air.”
Coll nodded. “Some hot stew and bread, too.”
“A bath and a warm bed.”
“Maybe the smell of fresh spices.”
“And rose water.”
The Scions of Shannara
Terry Brooks's books
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- Possessing the Grimstone
- The Steel Remains
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- The Age Atomic
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- The Alchemy of Stone
- The Ambassador's Mission
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- The Breaking
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