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1. The Hunting Trip<\/p>\n
Amanda had never been in a forest like this. King\u2019s Wood was darker than the woods at home. They were mostly natural, though they had been domesticated, and were only a couple hundred years old. They were tended by foresters, who kept them healthy, carefully harvesting the trees that were less fit. And then there were the woodlots, of course. And the parks.<\/p>\n
King\u2019s Wood was wild, and strange, and a little bit scary. The trees were more widely spaced, and much bigger, and some of them were very, very much older. There were runts, and leaners, and others that were crooked, or forked, or broken off near the top, and there was standing deadwood. There was more undergrowth, though most of it was rather sparse \u2014 lower-story trees only fifteen or twenty feet tall, bushes, hanging vines, tough plants sometimes waist high. Little of it obscured her view, which was a couple hundred yards in all directions. There were animals in King\u2019s Wood, and some of them were dangerous.<\/p>\n
She realized, with a tiny twinge that caught the back of her neck, that she couldn\u2019t see her father. She had been so taken up with the forest that she had lost track of him. The last time she had seen him hadn\u2019t been that long ago, two minutes maybe \u2026 or twenty\u2026. She looked around, saw no sign of him, heard nothing at all. But then, you weren\u2019t supposed to hear a hunter in the forest. She whistled in that special way that wouldn\u2019t frighten any deer. *Where are you?*\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Her father whistled back, *I\u2019m here.*\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He was where he should be, off to her left, but rather farther away than she liked. But that was okay. He hadn\u2019t left her by accident. This was a part of her experience.<\/p>\n Everything was okay. She was fine. She knew where her father was. If she saw a deer, she wouldn\u2019t shoot it if it were anywhere in his direction. And he wouldn\u2019t shoot in her direction either. The safest place for a deer was between her and her father.<\/p>\n Her father hunted here often, which was why they had come. For the deer. They had seen none so far. When she did see one, she would shoot it with her bow, with the special arrow which her father had given her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Serious hunters used rifles, but bow-hunting was a long-standing Valentine tradition. Amanda\u2019s brother Charles had gone out on his first hunt three years ago, when he had come of age, and he had gone several times since, each time bringing back a deer for a trophy, for leather, and for plenty of meat. They didn\u2019t need the meat, but it was a welcome change from what they regularly had. They would invite people over for a celebratory party the day after they brought it back. They would eat a lot of it then, and give the rest to anyone who wanted to take some home. The head, of course, they would mount and put up with the others \u2014 the older trophies were in an upper room, out of the way \u2014 but they would find uses for the rest of the animal too. They didn\u2019t let any of it go to waste.<\/p>\n Amanda had turned fifteen two days ago. She had come of age, when she could legally leave home if she wanted to, and take care of herself, and be fully responsible for herself, wherever she chose to live. She wasn\u2019t going to do that for a while yet, and there was no rush.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Coming of age was celebrated differently in every family. In her family it was this first hunt, as it had been for generations. She knew what it meant to her father, and how disappointed he would have been if she hadn\u2019t come with him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She had dreaded this trip since the day when Charles had come back from his first hunt with his deer, and she realized, for the first time really, that she would be expected to kill one too, when her turn came. She didn\u2019t want to kill a deer. She didn\u2019t want to kill anything. She ate all kinds of meat, and liked it, but she didn\u2019t have to kill it herself. That was different.<\/p>\n But she wouldn\u2019t let her father down. If she saw a deer, she would shoot it. She had been practicing archery since she was seven, like all her family, and was better now than Charles ever would be. Or maybe even than David, though he was still only twelve. Better than her mother, who went with her father two or three times a year, not for the hunt, but to keep him company, to share something that was very important to him. She had brought back a deer of her own several times.<\/p>\n She took a deep breath and went back to the hunt, moving slowly, and carefully, and as quietly as she could. She would get better at this with practice. Not that she would ever hunt again, but she might go out with her father, just like her mother did.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n All hunts with her father were special, but this one particularly so. He didn\u2019t get many opportunities to take time off from his duties, but her coming of age meant a lot to him. She would have him all to herself, for a few days at least, and that was as important to her as it was to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He was an exceptional father. He hadn\u2019t let her mother have the greater part of her upbringing, but had shared it almost equally with her, which was more than most fathers did. He had done the same with Charles and with David. He was like that.<\/p>\n Her first hunt. Her last hunt. She had the arrow, with one black feather, which her father had given her for the occasion. It was nocked to her bow, which had been made to be drawn left handed. She was right handed but her right eye was weak. Her draw was as strong as Charles\u2019s, though he was big like her father. She was good with a bow. As long as she was only shooting at targets.<\/p>\n She whistled again, just to let him know where she was. He responded, he was keeping abreast of her and out of sight. He wanted her to be the first to see a deer. She could shoot in any direction as long as it was ahead of her or around to her right. Her father would pass up any opportunities of his own unless it got late, and then he would whistle to her first. Amanda was supposed to make the first kill. Her father knew how she felt about killing, but he was proud of her for coming out on this hunt with him, just this one time. No matter how she felt about it, she was not going to let him down.<\/p>\n They had not talked about hunting on the train yesterday, a six hour trip from Sunnybridge to Jefferson, or on the half hour bus ride from Jefferson to Kingswood, which was right on the edge of King\u2019s Wood. They had rented horses and ridden about two hours more into the forest, where they had made camp. They talked about other things, about Charles passing over his father\u2019s title so he could go off to university. About her younger brother David really wanting to be Baronet in his turn, which meant that Amanda didn\u2019t have to face that responsibility. About her finishing school soon, then what she might study in college, rather than university. And about her work in his stable, how much she was learning for someone as young as she, and how her father might set her up with a stable of her own, after college some day, when she had more experience. Her own stable, that was what she wanted.<\/p>\n She caught the subtle scent of deer scat among the other smells of the forest. She always liked woodland smells, and this forest was richer than at home. She knew it was deer because it was similar to the way a horse drop smelled. If she could smell it, then the animal had to have come near by where she was now, and not very long ago. She paused, took a deep breath, steadied her mind, and went on, being extra careful, and extra alert for any movement at all ahead of her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A pair of huge trees caught her attention, about twenty paces off and a little to the right of the way she was going. They were so close together that she couldn\u2019t help but wonder how they had grown up that way, without one dominating the other into a spindly weakling. She looked up into their branches. They didn\u2019t interfere with each other, even high overhead. She didn\u2019t have to be trained to know that they shouldn\u2019t be able to grow that way.<\/p>\n She was supposed to be hunting a deer. She couldn\u2019t see it yet, though she knew that it was still ahead of her, knew it in the same way that she knew where a horse was when it had gotten out of its pasture. It was that close, though it wasn\u2019t visible, and she knew how to get to where it was.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But there was something about that pair of trees. Maybe they just seemed to be that close together. It would take only a moment to find out what kind of illusion it was. She could get back to the hunt easily enough.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t an illusion. Each tree, nearly six feet in diameter, was so close to the other, that they could have shared bark, if they had been twinned from the same root stock. Except that they were different species.<\/p>\n She wanted to see what they looked like from the other side, so she started to go around them, but after only a few steps she saw that there was, in fact, a space between them. She went farther, and she saw that the space was much wider than it had first seemed to be. A chill ran down her back and along her shins. And then another chill when she saw that the space between the trees was wide enough that she could easily go between them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Why would she want to do that? There was a deer out there waiting for her to kill it. And the gap between the trees was just wrong. But she could go through the gap \u2026<\/p>\n \u2026 into a rocky glade, of which there had been no hint before. It was as if it always had been there. The skin on the back of her neck and across her shoulders felt oddly tight. It was not a chill, but something different, and distinctly uncomfortable.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The glade was some fifty or sixty yards across, surrounded by more huge trees which let in enough light so that waist-high weedy grasses could grow. The sound of something hard scraping against stone made her turn.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A man-like monster, partly obscured by another nearby tree, was clawing at stone doors set into a stone wall built out from a rock face. The monster, naked but for a dark loin cloth, was not at all human, though it was built sort of like a man. It was lean and muscular. Its thick skin was like grayish-brown leather. On its back were several long diagonal scars, that might have been ritualistic.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n It finished a downward stroke and raised its heavily clawed hands for another, but it stopped, and looked over its shoulder at her. Its face was almost animal. It had fangs in its longish jaws. Its ears, large and slightly pointed, twitched as if trying to hear her better. Its eyes were huge, with nearly pinpoint pupils, which dilated just a little bit when it saw her. It made a hissing sound like a lizard, and pulled its lips back in a grimace that wasn\u2019t a grin, revealing heavy, carnivorous teeth.<\/p>\n She had a mercy pistol in a holster at the small of her back, a forty-caliber, five shot revolver. But it was under her quiver, and she would have to put down the bow to take it. She drew the arrow a few inches, keeping it pointed at the ground half way between her and the creature.<\/p>\n It opened its mouth and hissed again, much louder this time, and came two steps toward her. It was less than thirty feet away! It raised its outspread arms as if to grab her, threw its head back and howled, and came toward her so quickly that \u2014<\/p>\n She was barely aware of drawing the bow as far as she could and releasing the arrow. It went into the monster\u2019s mouth, through its hard palate, and penetrated its flung-back head. The creature went silent in mid-howl, stumbled, its arms jerked across his face, not quite brushing the nock of the arrow. Then it fell straight backward and lay still.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>She should have run away as soon as she saw it. That was what she should have done. She could have run away. She had had the time, just an instant, before it became aware of her. She could have, should have gone back between the trees, and run as fast as she could toward her father. She could have done that. She wanted to run now \u2014\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But she had killed this thing. Maybe. It was not human, she didn\u2019t know what it was, but it was a thinking being. It had been. It was wearing what passed for clothes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She took her bow in her left hand so that she could take the mercy pistol from its holster. It was intended to put a wounded deer out of its misery, if it hadn\u2019t been killed outright by the arrow. Or to defend herself, if she came across something dangerous\u2026.<\/p>\n The creature didn\u2019t move. She took a breath and went to it with legs that felt stiff and rubbery at the same time. The arrow had penetrated all the way through its head, and was sticking into the ground underneath it. The wound had to have been fatal, but she knew that some game which people thought was dead might not really be so. If you weren\u2019t careful, the animal could suddenly attack with a ferocity beyond its normal strength.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She held the revolver in front of her, aiming at its near eye, and went nearer until she was close enough to gingerly poke at the creature\u2019s stomach with the tip of her bow, ready to shoot it if it did anything at all. It didn\u2019t do anything at all, it didn\u2019t react at all, it just lay there. She took another deep breath, steadied herself, and poked it again through its loincloth. It didn\u2019t twitch or recoil. It was really dead. Maybe.<\/p>\n She knelt, put down the bow, pressed the revolver against the temple of the creature\u2019s head. It was tilted back, its mouth, with the arrow, open to the sky. She held it there for a moment. The creature didn\u2019t move. It\u2019s smell was not good, like sweat and something musky. She put her other hand on its chest, hard and muscular. It wasn\u2019t breathing. She pressed her fingers against the side of its neck, feeling through the muscles for the pulse of the big artery. There was no pulse. A subtle tremor ran through the creature as its last breath escaped, and a deep, uncomfortable thrill ran through her, up her arm and down through her whole body.<\/p>\n She pulled her hand away and sat back on her heels, trembling just slightly. Well. It hadn\u2019t been quite dead after all. She had almost shot it even as it had died. But it was dead now. Really dead.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Her throat was tight, and her eyes were hot. She had killed it, and she wasn\u2019t supposed to have done that. But it had threatened her, it had almost attacked her, she had only defended herself. But she had killed a thinking thing. Despite its monstrosity, it was a person. Had been. A person.<\/p>\n She moved her bow aside, got to her knees, and pressed the revolver against the thing\u2019s forehead. She reached for the arrow sticking up from between its jaws, hesitated, then took hold of it, and tried to pull it out. Her special arrow. With the black feather. For her first kill. It was supposed to have been a deer. The arrow came out part way and stuck.<\/p>\n She got a better purchase, a better angle, pressed the revolver more firmly against the creature\u2019s forehead, and tried again. The pull made its head move, but the arrow wouldn\u2019t come free, and she felt a kind of low-pitched current, running up her arm and filling her body down to her toes. It was not the same as the first time. She let go of the arrow, stood, stepped back, and put the revolver back in its holster. It took her two tries.<\/p>\n She was trembling now, and her hands were numb almost to her elbows. The glade was silent, except for her breathing. She could smell the creature\u2019s blood. She focused her thoughts, tried not to think that she had done something terrible, and made herself become calm. Then she went to the doors where the creature had been clawing.<\/p>\n It had left score-marks in the stone. No animal she knew had claws as hard as that. There were other marks, not as deep, on the edges of the two doors where they came together. Someone had tried to use a crowbar, or a hammer and chisel, and it hadn\u2019t done them any good.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n There was no latch, but there were black metal handles, one on either side of where a latch should have been. She pulled them. The handles did not move, and the doors did not open.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Of course not. Else whoever had wanted to get in could have done so easily. She pushed the handles this time. The doors didn\u2019t move at all. She stepped back. She should be going now.<\/p>\n Each door had three massive, black metal hinges, made of multiple plates and flat bands and arched frames, which stuck out from the rock and stone into which they were set. They were certainly heavy enough to hold the doors. The middle hinges were larger and more ornate than those above or below, and each had two heavy, rectangular knobs, one above the other, on the wall side of the hinge pin.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She saw, with an uncomfortable kind of clarity, that maybe the knobs could be pushed away from the edges of the door. The slots through which they must move were hidden by the knobs themselves. The creature hadn\u2019t seen that. Maybe it didn\u2019t know what hinges were. She pushed one. It did not move easily, but it did go away from the door\u2019s edge, less than an inch, before stopping. The slot was still hidden. Nobody else had tried this, not even whoever had used the crowbar and chisel. Maybe they didn\u2019t think that it was possible. She pushed the other knob. Then she pushed the two on the other side. And now, when she took hold of the handles, the doors moved outward a fraction of an inch, then swung inward, and stopped, parallel to the walls of the passage beyond, which was no wider than the doorway.<\/p>\n It was dark in there, except for the dim light from the glade behind her. She took a step forward, then another, until she was just past the doors. She could barely see the walls of the passage. She went a little further. It wasn\u2019t as dark as it had seemed at first, and not only because her eyes were adjusting.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n A subtle fear stopped her breath for a moment. This place was unreal, or it felt that way, here on the edge of the unknown. She felt, she could almost feel, that there was death in here.<\/p>\n She went along the passage into the impossibly-less-than-darkness. There were alcoves on either side, at waist level, starting a few paces from the doors. They were wide enough for the simple but elegant coffins which were set in sideways. There were more further in. Then there were some empty alcoves, and then most of them were empty. At the far end was a larger, deeper alcove in the back wall, almost as wide as the passage, as if for someone of great importance. There was no coffin, but there were two bodies laid out in it.<\/p>\n They were neither mummified nor decayed, as if they had been placed there not that long ago. The one nearest her, his head to her left, was a man, dressed in archaic clothes. A woman was beside him, as if she were being protected by him, her clothes just as out of date. There was no dust on them. Their mouths did not look like they had been stitched together for embalming. There was no sense of death about them, no smell of decay, ancient or recent.<\/p>\n The man\u2019s chest rose almost imperceptibly, and then just as gently fell. The woman beside him was breathing as shallowly as he. How long had they been here? Despite their archaic clothes, it couldn\u2019t possibly have been for more than a few days.<\/p>\n Their breathing got a little deeper, then a little deeper still. Amanda had the entirely reasonable desire to just turn around and run away. The man opened his eyes when his breathing was almost normal, stared up at the roof of the alcove for a moment, then turned his head away from her to look at the woman beside him. Amanda kept very still, almost not breathing herself. Then the man turned back, and now he looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cHow did you get here?\u201d His voice was weak. She didn\u2019t recognize the dialect. He sat up, his head almost touching the top of the alcove. He turned to the woman beside him, who was waking too, now. She opened her eyes, looked at him, and said, \u201cWhy are we awake?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d He turned back to Amanda, and swung his legs over the edge of the alcove. \u201cShe got in here somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman looked past him at Amanda, then she sat up, and he moved aside so that she could sit beside him. \u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAmanda Valentine. I just \u2014 There was some kind of monster outside. It wasn\u2019t human. It attacked me, and I killed it. It had been clawing at the doors. I saw how the hinges worked. Have you been here a long time?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe have,\u201d the man said, \u201cfar too long.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman got down off the alcove, took a moment to steady herself, then went past Amanda toward the bright, open door. Amanda watched her until she was outside, then turned back to the man, and stepped out of his way so that he could get out of the alcove and stand up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He was very slender, and taller than her father. She couldn\u2019t see his face clearly in the dimness, but she knew that he was handsome. Or had been. It was hard to tell. There was something subtly bright about him, though it did not illuminate the passage. She backed away. This man, and the woman, too, were Dalra, Fey people, the bright people. She took another step back. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou have done nothing to apologize for. You have saved us from a living death. It has been \u2014 I don\u2019t know how long. Your language is strange. Your clothes are strange.\u201d<\/p>\n The woman came back and stood beside Amanda. She was taller than Amanda \u2014 who was almost as tall as her father \u2014 but not as tall as the man, and was as slender as he. She said to him, \u201cIt was a Troglon. She shot it with an arrow, through the mouth.\u201d She turned to Amanda. \u201cYou left your bow out there. Did you touch it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe creature? Yes, to make sure that it was dead, or to put it out of its misery. Was that wrong? I tried to pull the arrow out, my father gave it to me, but I couldn\u2019t. I didn\u2019t want to kill it, but it was attacking me \u2026 I\u2019m sorry\u2026.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s all right.\u201d She put a gentle hand on Amanda\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThe Troglon should not have been here. You did what you had to do. But if you touched it, then some of its life force may have gotten into you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI \u2014 when I felt for a pulse, there was none, but there was a thrill, and when I tried to pull the arrow out, something else ran through me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat was it\u2019s life force,\u201d the man said. His voice was stronger now. \u201cIt will not hurt you, but you now have something of Troglon in you. There will be other Troglon near by,\u201d he said to the woman. \u201cWe should leave here. Things will be very different when we get home.\u201d<\/p>\n Amanda had not met Dalra before, though her father had, as part of his responsibilities. But she knew, with a knowledge that she should not have had, that these were not just members of a Dalra Household, like those who sometimes came to visit her father. She backed off a little more. \u201cThere\u2019s something about you,\u201d she said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you see?\u201d the man asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou are the Laairds of your Household. I don\u2019t know how I know that. There is a Household near where we live, and sometimes members of the House will come to see my father on business. I\u2019ve never met them, I only came of age two days ago. He\u2019s \u2014 he\u2019s out there somewhere, in the forest. We were hunting deer. He must be wondering where I am.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe should go,\u201d the woman said, to both the man and Amanda.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They left the mausoleum. The creature, the Troglon, lay in the tall grass, five or six paces from the doors. There was a pool of dark blood under its head. The smell of it was stronger now, and it was not pleasant.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere did you come in?\u201d the man asked. He was far thinner than she had thought, almost emaciated, and very pale. He did not blink in the forest brightness of the outdoors.<\/p>\n \u201cThere,\u201d Amanda said, pointing past the Troglon, past the tree beyond it, to the two huge trees grown so closely together. \u201cI don\u2019t know how I did it, but I went between them. And here I am.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s an Ombe portal,\u201d the woman said. \u201cYou would call it a shadowgate. Do you know about Ombe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot much. I know that they serve in Dalra Households. Because they want to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey do. We have, or had, twenty in our Household. They are probably all gone by now.\u201d She looked around at the trees which surrounded the glade, farther away than Amanda had thought they were. \u201cThere are other ways in,\u201d she said, \u201cbut you would never find them. You came in by the open way. You should go back to your father.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, of course, I \u2014 \u201d She stopped and stooped and picked up her bow.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve never seen one like that,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n \u201cIt comes apart. The limbs separate from the hand-grip.\u201d She unstrung it, showed him how it came apart, then put it back together and restrung it. \u201cI, um, can carry it around in a case without frightening people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHmmm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe owe you a debt which can never be repaid,\u201d the woman said. \u201cTake this.\u201d She took a golden medallion on a fine golden chain from her neck. The medallion was oval, slightly hollow on both sides, filigreed on both sides, and very bright. \u201cThis kept me alive, for however long we were here. This place was supposed to be our tomb, though it is not of our Household. It is because of you that we can go home now. Please take it.\u201d She held it out. \u201cWhatever its value, it is worth far less than our lives. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n Amanda took it. It was heavy, almost as long as her palm was wide, and half that wide the short way. There was something about it. Of course there was, if it had kept the woman alive for as many years as their clothes suggested.<\/p>\n \u201cTake mine too,\u201d the man said, holding his out to her. \u201cSomeone else\u2019s greed for this is what brought us here. That man is, I\u2019m sure, long since dead. Wear them always, even while you sleep. Do not wear them openly, and do not give them away. They may do you some good. It is the least we can do.\u201d<\/p>\n Amanda took the other medallion, looked up at him, then put the chains from which they were hung around her neck, and dropped them inside her shirt. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou are more than welcome. You should leave now. Find your father. What you tell him is up to you, but be discreet. There are other ways out, but you should go the way you came in, or you will get lost. Go now, we will find another way.\u201d<\/p>\n The man and woman turned away. They held hands as they walked to the far side of the mausoleum wall, and around behind it somehow. Amanda did not see them leave, but she knew that they were gone.<\/p>\n She looked down at the Troglon, whatever that was. She had her bow, she had her revolver, the only thing was the arrow, which she could not take with her.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She went to the two trees. They grew so closely together that she could not possibly pass between them. Until she came to a certain place, at a certain angle. From there she saw a narrow way between. It wasn\u2019t at all that narrow when she got closer. She went through it, and then she was back in the forest.<\/p>\n She whistled for her father, *Come here please.* He whistled a reply. She started to go to him, but she stopped and looked back at the trees that were too close together for anyone to pass between. A shadowgate. She backed away, looking carefully at the other trees nearby, and at the ground, and through the forest as far as she could see, so that she would recognize this place again. She went farther toward her father, then stopped and looked back. She memorized what she saw, then shot an arrow, a regular arrow from her quiver, into the bark of a tree near her. It would not come out easily and, if she came back this way from their camp, she could find it again, and then she could find the shadowgate.<\/p>\n She looked back toward where her father was. She saw him, after only a few minutes, coming through the forest toward her. She called out to him.<\/p>\n \u201cAmanda!\u201d He walked more quickly. \u201cWhere have you been?\u201d He started running. \u201cI heard this awful cry, it wasn\u2019t human.\u201d He stopped when he was right in front of her. \u201cI\u2019ve been looking for you, but I couldn\u2019t find you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll show you. It\u2019s back this way.\u201d She led him to the two trees.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a shadowgate,\u201d he said. \u201cI\u2019ve heard about them, and I saw one once, but I\u2019ve never been through one. You went there?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did. Come with me.\u201d<\/p>\n She went to the space between the trees, went half way through, then turned back to see him hesitating. \u201cIt\u2019s a lot wider than it looks when you get to it.\u201d He still hesitated, and she realized that he was afraid. She had never seen him afraid before. \u201cI have to show you what\u2019s on the other side.\u201d She went the rest of the way.<\/p>\n She waited for him until he came between the trees and stopped, surprised by the glade that should not have been there. He looked around at the surrounding trees, then at the rock face, with the stone wall and the open stone doors, and at the body of the Troglon lying in the grass. \u201cThat\u2019s your arrow,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was going to attack me.\u201d<\/p>\n He went to get a closer look, and reached down for the arrow, but he didn\u2019t touch it after all. \u201cYour first kill.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was supposed to have been a deer. I wish it had been. I\u2019m sorry, Father, but this wasn\u2019t an animal, it was a person. I can\u2019t kill anything else.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked at her, then put his arms around her and gave her a long hug. \u201cYou won\u2019t have to,\u201d he said, still holding her. She held him more tightly, her eyes hot. \u201cThis thing is not the deer we wanted,\u201d he went on, \u201cbut it counts, perhaps more, as if you had killed a big cat instead.\u201d He let her go. \u201cIt\u2019s a Troglon,\u201d he said, \u201cfrom the Ishrideon Mountains in the western Provinces.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere were people in that mausoleum. They were Dalra, and they were still alive. They couldn\u2019t open the doors from inside, and I set them free. I don\u2019t know how long they had been there. They told me about the Troglon, and said there would be others near by. We should get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n Her father was looking at the open doors. \u201cYou have a lot to tell me,\u201d he said as he went into the mausoleum. Amanda went in after him. It was just dark now, with only the forest light behind them, no longer almost lit by the bright people she had found. She showed him where they had been.<\/p>\n \u201cI see,\u201d he said. \u201cThey should have died.\u201d He looked around at the other alcoves, at the coffins in some of them. \u201cThis is all Dalra construction. Old, very old. Yes, let\u2019s get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n They left the mausoleum, left the glade, and went rather hurriedly back toward their camp. \u201cI think we should go home,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Part Two<\/p>\n 2. Taleiden House<\/p>\n Amanda distributed a pitchfork of clean straw in the fourth left stall in her father\u2019s stable. She had been working here for nearly eight years now, ever since coming of age, learning all the jobs, the management, and the business. Sir Raymond Valentine\u2019s horses were considered the best in County Chassen, among the best in all of Rhotandal Province, and even in the northern part of Kholtray Province.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She went to the pile of straw and brought in in another fork-full. One of the hands came in and said, \u201cSome of your friends are outside.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThank you.\u201d She put the straw where she wanted, then left the stall, stood the fork against it, and went to see who it was. There were five of them.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Lucinda Carter-Smith and Philip Cheserick had started going together before they went off to attend different colleges. They had gotten together again afterward, but they were never quite ready for a commitment. Marian Genesee was the nearest thing to a best friend Amanda had. They had known each other since childhood, and they had always been close. Simon Robinson had come with her. They were just friends, though Simon might like to be more. And Edmond Everest had come too. As nice a guy as he was, he liked Amanda rather more than she wanted him to.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Her friends greeted her and asked if she wanted to ride with them. They could ride for free if Amanda went with them. She said yes, and took them into the stable. She chose a horse for herself, while two of the hands helped her friends get their horses ready. Then they rode out of the stable-yard and onto East Side Road. The question now was, where would they go.<\/p>\n The meadows to the east and to the south-east of Sunnybridge Township were very pretty, with the shallow reedy ponds, the gentle rises, the scattered wildflowers of many varieties among the grasses, and the picturesque groves. It was a good place for a slow ride with conversation, or for a walk with friends once you got there, or for a picnic under the trees or on one of the rises.<\/p>\n There were small farmholds to the west and to the south-west of the Township. It was good to meet the people who lived there, for catching up on how their lives were going, and for spending as much time in easy conversation with them as in riding the shoulders of the farm roads.<\/p>\n Riding through town was fine, if you had someplace to go. Most people rode in town, or walked. Even the wealthier families who had steam cars \u2014 Sir Raymond had two, and a truck \u2014 only used them when they wanted to go out of town, to more distant farms perhaps, or to one of the nearer villages. If they wanted to go farther than that, they usually took buses or the train.<\/p>\n The horses were feeling restless and energetic. The air was a lot cooler than it had been, good weather for a run, so Simon suggested that they go north for a change, into the pastureland which was wide open. There were no roads, other than the farm road extensions of the East Side and West Side Roads. There was no scenery, except for the occasional curious cow. But that was what the horses wanted, so that was where they went.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They let the horses run, but it was never a race. They stayed more or less together, and they weren\u2019t going anywhere in particular. They usually went no farther north than a quarter mile or so from town, but today they went almost to the Township berm, which marked the boundary between Township and County. It was grassy, about three feet high and eight feet across, and planted with trees some thirty to forty feet apart. There was a farm road parallel to the berm on the Township side. On the other side, to the west, was wild, natural meadowland \u2014 with no cows \u2014 and to the east was woodland \u2014 with no berm \u2014 which went on for two miles or more, to where the berm and its trees took up again.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m surprised to find a forest this close to Sunnybridge,\u201d Lucinda said.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not really a forest,\u201d Amanda said. \u201cIt\u2019s a woodland. Taleiden House is over there somewhere.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cIs that right,\u201d Philip said.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve not been there,\u201d Amanda said, \u201cbut my father does business with the House. I don\u2019t usually get this close to their woodland. People don\u2019t just drop in on a Household.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t know about the Household,\u201d Marian said.<\/p>\n They rode eastward, in easy conversation, along the woodland verge. It was dense, yet somehow just a little too neat to be purely natural, and there were some unusual, low-growing plants, which were not at all verge-like. The woodland further in was neither wild forest nor domesticated park. It was well cleared of wood-fall, briars, and hanging vines, and though there were some peculiar shrubby things farther in, there was none of the rubbishy kind of undergrowth that was common in other places. Some of the trees were different from those which could be found elsewhere in the Township, or in the County for that matter, and it all felt wild, and somehow exotic.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>But that was the way it was with Dalra Households. All Dalra lands were just a bit richer, and just a bit prettier than elsewhere. It set them apart. And farm roads and county berms did not run through them, even along the edge.<\/p>\n They came to where the farm road extension of East Side Road teed into the county road. They would take it when they went back to the stables. But the woodland went on eastward only another mile and a half, so they decided to go see what the county land was like beyond it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They came to a cleared path, after a quarter mile or so, which went eight or ten yards into and through the verge, then curved to the right. It was wide enough for a cart or a buggy, but there was no actual road. Certainly no steam cars ever came this way. Just looking at it made Amanda\u2019s skin tight.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere does that go?\u201d Philip asked.<\/p>\n \u201cTo Taleiden House,\u201d she said. \u201cMy father has been in their entrance hall a few times, on business, but usually they send somebody down to the Manor House, and this has to be how they come to us. See how the path angles back toward the extension? We\u2019re the closest town to them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe bright people come visit you?\u201d Lucinda asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNot to visit, and not very often, just junior members of the family. Most of the business is done by regular people. I don\u2019t know much about Households, but I know that they have some regular people as staff, and as farm workers. And there are the shadow people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHave you ever seen one?\u201d Simon asked.<\/p>\n \u201cNobody sees them,\u201d Amanda said, \u201cexcept the family they work for. And no, I\u2019ve never met the bright people either. They are quite discreet when they come to talk with my father. He says that they do travel sometimes, but they\u2019re very private people.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s go in a little way,\u201d Philip said. Edmond thought this was a good idea. Amanda did not. \u201cThe Dalra don\u2019t encourage visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would like to go see,\u201d Lucinda said.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWe won\u2019t go far,\u201d Philip said to Amanda. \u201cYou can wait here.\u201d Then he and the others, although rather hesitantly, rode into the woodland.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cStop when you get to the other side,\u201d Amanda called to them. \u201cI mean it. They really don\u2019t like uninvited visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you know?\u201d Marian called back.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cI told you, my father does business with them.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n This wasn\u2019t going to work. Philip would want to go a little farther, Lucinda would agree, Edward would see no problem, Simon would be for it, Marian \u2026 well, Marian might know better.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Amanda didn\u2019t want to go after them, into the woodland which was a part of the Dalra estate, but she had to keep her friends from causing trouble. She caught up with them just past the curve.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s spoken with them,\u201d she said, rather forcefully. \u201cHe always seems relieved when they leave. Or when he comes back from visiting them. And he\u2019s talked about them sometimes, mostly about the business they have with him, but sometimes \u2014 ahhh,\u201d then more softly, \u201cactually, I have met Dalra.\u201d<\/p>\n This made them stop. \u201cThat time you went hunting with your father,\u201d Marian said.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. I never think about that. Killing that Troglon thing really upset me. The people I rescued were Dalra.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou never told us that,\u201d Edmond said.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I didn\u2019t. They were upsetting too, but in a different way. I spoke with them, and \u2026 and \u2026 well, not here. I\u2019ll tell you about it some other time.\u201d<\/p>\n She had carefully suppressed all memory of the event, even though her bow \u2014 fully assembled, but with a loose string \u2014 was hanging in her bedroom. It was always there, so she never really saw it most of the time, and she had not taken it down since she had put it up. She used another bow when she practiced her archery, which she did almost every day.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n But the memory came back in a rush. She could almost see it in her mind \u2014 the Troglon coming at her that way, her arrow suddenly sticking out of its mouth, they way it looked and smelled as it had lain dead. The images made her twitch. She shut them off.<\/p>\n Her friends, because they were about to encroach on a Dalra estate, had brought back all her feelings about meeting the people she had rescued. She had let them come this far, so she owed them the story, but not right now.<\/p>\n They were aware of her distress, but after just a moment they went on. They talked more quietly, now, as they rode along the path, and slowed as they became aware of just how strange this woodland was. Amanda hoped that they would stop and turn back. But when they came to a curve to the left, they went around it, and kept going until they came to the far side of the woodland, a couple hundred yards further on.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n There was open meadow ahead, much prettier than out in the county, even south-east of the Township. There were a few gigantic solitary trees here and there. The House itself was half a mile away.<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s Taleiden House,\u201d Amanda said.<\/p>\n It was a large timber house, three stories tall, with two-story wings on either side. There was a very green lawn out front, shrubbery around the foundation, and other large trees growing near for shade.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Everything, except the House itself and its immediate surroundings, seemed so perfectly natural. It couldn\u2019t be tended very intensely without destroying its natural feel. And yet it was somehow idealized, like a painting, and it was somehow alive.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s not real,\u201d Lucinda said.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is,\u201d Amanda said, \u201cbut I know what you mean. That\u2019s the way Dalra lands are. At least, that\u2019s what my father says.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe bright people really aren\u2019t like us,\u201d Simon said, \u201care they.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, they\u2019re not. They\u2019re human, but they are not like us at all. They\u2019ve been around a lot longer than we have. I don\u2019t know very much about them.\u201d<\/p>\n They rode just a few paces further, looking around and talking quietly. Even the woodlands behind them felt idealized and prettier now.<\/p>\n \u201cI saw a Household once,\u201d Marian said. \u201cIt was a long time ago. We had gone to Cameron Woods, to do some shopping, and we rented a car to go look at the countryside. I don\u2019t remember exactly where it was, but there was a hill, with a big house on it, and trees. It was more than a half a mile from the road I guess, farther than this house, and I couldn\u2019t see very much about it, but I remember that we stopped so we could get out and look at it. My mother told us that it was where bright people lived. It felt \u2026 not weird, but, I don\u2019t know. That\u2019s all I remember.\u201d<\/p>\n They sat a while longer. Amanda\u2019s friends were fascinated, but now they were frightened too, Marian perhaps a bit more so. And despite what Amanda had told Lucinda, the place felt unreal to her as well, even though everything around her was natural.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n No, it was more than natural, maybe that was it, sur-natural. Super-natural. Everything was just a bit brighter. These were, after all, the bright people. Their living here made it that way.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n The mausoleum had not been as dark as it should have been. She shivered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it,\u201d Marian asked her.<\/p>\n \u201cI was just remembering that time I was going to tell you about.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen you met the bright people,\u201d Edmond said.<\/p>\n \u201cYes. But not here. We shouldn\u2019t be here. They know we\u2019re here, and it should be okay if we don\u2019t go any nearer.\u201d She turned her horse and rode back. Her friends had no choice but to follow.<\/p>\n ~<\/p>\n The path from the Dalra woodland was very faint, but they were able to follow it to the farm road extension, which they took back to town. They were all rather subdued, and stopped at the Brightside Pub for lunch and a beer. Everybody ordered, and now they wanted to hear Amanda\u2019s story.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n She told them, as simply as she could, about the hunt, the glade, the Troglon, and the Dalra in the mausoleum. Which was brighter inside than it should have been while the Dalra were there. She got little chills as she talked, and hairs rose up on her arms, and even on her head. Marian touched her once. \u201cYou have goosebumps.\u201d<\/p>\n Everybody had something to say about Amanda\u2019s adventure. She responded to them when they spoke to her, but she had very little to add. Seeing Taleiden House had brought it all back, after all these years, when she had so carefully refused to think about it. She had told herself that she was shutting out the memory of killing the Troglon creature, but now she knew that it was really because of the Dalra couple, whoever they had been. Bright people, in a dark mausoleum, trapped for who knew how many years. No, they weren\u2019t like regular people at all.<\/p>\n They finished lunch, rode to the Manor House, and took their horses to the stable. Amanda took care of her own horse, while the stable hands helped her friends with those they had ridden. Her friends talked quietly with each other, but Amanda concentrated on her horse.<\/p>\n They went to the Manor House. Marian would walk home from here, but the others had to take buses or the train, so Mr. Randalman, the butler, went to have a car brought around to drive them to the station. They all went to find Sir Raymond, to thank him for the rides, and to say goodbye to Lady Jessica. Those who were taking the car left when it came.<\/p>\n Marian lingered a little longer. \u201cYou\u2019ve hardly said a word since we got back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve been remembering more and more about the hunting trip. I really haven\u2019t been the same since then. You\u2019ve seen a Dalra Household, even if it was from a distance. You know that it\u2019s different. My father has spoken to Dalra, here and in their House. I spoke to them just that one time, in the mausoleum, and I knew that they weren\u2019t junior members of the Household. They were the Householders themselves, the Laairds. And\u2026.\u201d She thought about the medallions she was wearing.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you get the feeling,\u201d Marian asked, \u201cthat that place, Taleiden House, was somehow alive? I mean, of itself?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did. It is. My father says that a Household and the people within it are all alive together. When a Dalra family dies out, or if they abandon their house for another, the house itself fails, and decays, and the lands around it return to being natural. Taleiden House is definitely alive.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>~<\/p>\n David was home on his long break from college. Amanda, at dinner that night, told him and her parents about seeing Taleiden House.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cMaybe you shouldn\u2019t have gone there,\u201d David said, with just a touch of concealed admiration in his voice. Her parents, rather more concerned, said nothing.<\/p>\n \u201cIt wasn\u2019t my idea. I kept everybody from going too far, just a few yards past the woodland. I don\u2019t think they\u2019ll try to go back. Marian won\u2019t, she\u2019s seen a Household before. But it brought back memories of my hunting trip.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThose people you met,\u201d David said. He had had his own first hunt five years ago, had brought back a four-point buck, and had gone hunting with his father several times since.<\/p>\n \u201cI used to think that what disturbed me so much was the Troglon thing I killed. It wasn\u2019t human, but it was a real person after all. And touching it did something to me.\u201d She glanced at her father. She had told him, but they hadn\u2019t talked about it much. \u201cBut I guess it was the bright people themselves that really bothered me. I could feel them without touching them. Have you felt that,\u201d she asked her father, \u201cabout Dalra who\u2019ve come here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have. And when I visit them there. All Fey have an aura, something that radiates from them in a way we don\u2019t understand. We don\u2019t have auras, no regular person does. Except \u2014 except you do, a little bit, sort of. From the Troglon. From Dalra. I hardly ever notice it, but you\u2019re thinking about them now.\u201d<\/p>\n She sat silent for a moment, then she said, \u201cAll right. Father, we need to talk. After dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n Conversation was about other things for the rest of the meal.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Amanda and her father went to his library. He poured himself a small whiskey and offered her something. She asked for black port. He had some veined cheese in a cooler, and cut her a bit of that too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They got themselves comfortable, then she took her medallions from inside her shirt, took the chains from around her neck, and said, \u201cThese are what kept those people alive. I think they are what is giving me the Dalra aura that you feel. The people didn\u2019t touch me, they didn\u2019t put any of their life force into me, but these medallions kept them alive in there, and I can tell they have power.\u201d She handed them to her father.<\/p>\n He took them, and she knew that he felt something in them. He compared them, they were both the same. He put one down on the side table so that he could look more closely at the other. \u201cDalra,\u201d he said, as if non sequitur<\/i>, \u201cenrich their land. We regular people learned the hard way, a long time ago, to leave them alone. The land around Taleiden House looks rich, it is rich, but if we were to drive the family away \u2014 and it\u2019s easy to do that \u2014 the land would go back to its natural state, just ordinary land, maybe not even as good as the rest of the County.\u201d He looked up at Amanda. \u201cThey are an ancient people, far older than we are. They have, or had, a technology so far beyond our comprehension, that it might as well be magic. I guess they don\u2019t have much of it left any more, but I don\u2019t really know anything about it. There are a few books in the library, written by regular people like you and me, but they don\u2019t tell you much. I can tell that the writers had never actually spent any time with Dalra, had never visited their Houses.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n He held up the medallion. \u201cThis is of Dalra manufacture. I have seen their jewelry, so I can tell that much, but it is different. It is very old. It looks like gold, it\u2019s as heavy as gold, but it\u2019s so hard that you can\u2019t scratch it. They used to make some of their jewelry with just a bit of synchrone, less than one percent. It makes the gold brighter, and much harder, and increases its value ten-fold. Twenty-fold. Something engraved like this, not cast, maybe fifty-fold. As old as it is, who knows how much it might be worth. If you could find a buyer.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n \u201cAnd you\u2019re right, it does have power, and I don\u2019t know what it is.\u201d He handed the medallions back to her. \u201cYou are right to wear them all the time. Even in bed? Even in the bath? Because there\u2019s more to them than just jewelry. I don\u2019t understand it, but they are<\/i> why you have a hint of Dalra aura.\u201d<\/p>\n She looked at the medallions, as she had so many times before, saw how one side was a bit more concave than the other, then put the chains around her neck, and put the medallions back inside her shirt.<\/p>\n \u201cTaleiden House felt alive,\u201d she said. \u201cMarian felt it too. It is alive, isn\u2019t it. You told me about that. But the mausoleum wasn\u2019t like that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe mausoleum was just a building. Only the Household itself shares its life with its family. Maybe the outbuildings too, maybe not. Dalra can build a house that is just a house, but it takes something special to make it a Household. That\u2019s all I know. And you could feel it, from the edge of the woodland.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI could. I think you\u2019re right. These medallions,\u201d she touched them lightly through her shirt, \u201chave made me sensitive somehow. What are they, Daddy?\u201d She never called him \u201cDaddy\u201d any more.<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/span>\u201cI don\u2019t know. But you probably shouldn\u2019t show them to anybody. I know about them, and your mother does, but Charles and David don\u2019t. It wouldn\u2019t hurt them to know, but nobody else should ever know about them. One of them, if sold, could pay for four years at the best university in the country. And that alone would be enough to tempt someone, so you don\u2019t want word about them to get out, even by accident.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou frighten me, Daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is frightening, Baby. Just keep them to yourself. And if you can, put all those memories back where they came from.\u201d<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n