The first thing he showed her, was how to raise the orb up out of the floor by the chain crank on the wall, so that it didn’t block the lift from coming all the way up. He didn’t raise it far, just enough to show her how the mechanics of the crank worked. He then took a dagger from a table, and before she had a chance to think, he slashed her palm open.
“By your own life’s blood, do you swear to never attempt to release the one you seek, the human boy named Gerard, who went to the Seal? Do you swear to never try to release him from that dark place where he is bound?”
Shaella wasn’t very pleased with the broad range of possibilities that Pael’s words had encompassed, but already a loophole had presented itself to her.
“As long as you live and breathe father, my blood is my oath. I swear that I will never attempt to release the human boy named Gerard, from the Nethers.”
Pael spoke a chant of binding, and then closed Shaella’s bleeding hand in on itself. He went on chanting in the ancient tongue of the magi, to finish the spell.
She understood most of what he said. If she broke her oath, her own mind would stop her heart from beating, freeze her blood, or something to that effect. Basically, if she even tried to break the oath she had just given, she would die. This was acceptable to her. The oath she had given wouldn’t stop her from having someone else help Gerard get free of the Seal. And besides that, her father had already told her that he had changed. Drinking the dragon’s yolk had turned him into something other than a human boy named Gerard. Whatever he had become, she hadn’t sworn not to help it escape the Seal. If Gerard’s mind hadn’t survived, then it didn’t really matter anyway. She hoped she would know, one way or the other, soon.
She paid close and careful attention as Pael instructed her on the ways of the orb. The session reminded her of so many others they had shared in the past. Him, speaking with precise expert knowledge of the subject at hand, and almost forcing the information into her mind with his intensity. The only thing missing was the scratching of Cole’s quill, as he feverishly tried to keep up his notes, and Flick’s odd, yet relevant questions.
Shaella realized that even though she didn’t like her father very much, he was no fool. In fact, he was as knowledgeable as all the men she had met in her entire life, put together. He was half mad, power hungry, and rotten to the core; but ignorant, he was not. His dark mind was meticulous and thorough, and with his newfound power, Shaella figured that there was nothing he couldn’t do.
Pael set the orb off, with his circling chanting song, as if it were no harder then plucking an apple from a tree. She hadn’t been using the right inflections of voice at all. The syllables of the ancient words she had read had been formed all wrong in her mouth, and she hadn’t even known about the three black candles that had to be lit, and spaced around the orb.
Pael explained that the candles weren’t actually necessary to open the connection, but they helped focus his mind on the task. He also explained that the gaping hole in the wall was letting in minute distractions, such as the whispering of the late summer breeze, or a distant bird’s call. This hadn’t been helping her concentration at all, and if she acknowledged those distractions, and singled them out of her mind, it might help.
Once Pael had the orb alight and swirling with purple smoky power, he took his books, and disappeared back to where he had come from.
Shaella trailed her fingers around the huge crystal as she circled it. She spoke Gerard’s name softly at first, then more aggressively, if not a bit desperately. For what could have been a few heartbeats, or half of the night, she poured her heart and soul into the effort. After a time, her legs grew watery, and she fell to the floor at the base of the humming lavender sphere. When she opened her eyes, the light of dawn was just starting to lighten the sky outside the gaping hole in the tower wall. She wiped a tear from her face, and seeing that the Spectral Orb was still radiant, made one last attempt to call out to Gerard.
“Gerard, hear me my love. Can you hear me? Gerard?” The static caused by the sphere’s power, pulled her hair to its surface as she leaned in, hugging the huge orb, and yearned to touch her lover soul.
Her heart nearly stopped cold when a faint and distant voice rasped out her name in a bewildered response.
Chapter 48
When Hyden Hawk tried to mount the horse he had been provided, he fumbled, and fell into a collapsed heap. Vaegon waved off Drick’s attempt to help, and simply said, “He needs rest.”