“Did my relatives go away, too?”
“Some of them went to sleep, but they woke up after a while, and the ones who’d stayed awake went to sleep. There was one that never slept, though. That one’s very ugly, isn’t it?”
“Indeed it is, child,” Zelana replied with a shudder. “It’s an outcast, and we don’t even like to think about it. What happened next?”
“There were a lot of things with fur wandering around, and there were birds and bugs too, but then some things who walked on their hind legs came along. They didn’t look at all the way we do, though. Their skin was scaley, like the skin of large fish—or maybe snakes—and their eyes were huge and stuck way out in front of their faces. That went on for quite a long time, and then everything was all covered with white, and it got very cold. Mother Sea seemed to shrink, and she ran away from her shore. Then the white went away, and Mother Sea came back. That’s when the man-things who look like me arrived. They didn’t look exactly like me, though. They wrapped themselves up in animal skins for some reason, and you and I don’t do that, do we?”
“It isn’t necessary for us, Eleria. The skins help the man-things stay warm, and they’re ashamed of their bodies.”
“How peculiar,” Eleria said, frowning slightly. “That was about all there was, Beloved, except that the awful-looking watcher was still way off at the edge of my dream, and I don’t think it likes me very much. I get the feeling that it’s afraid of me for some reason.”
“If it has anything like good sense, it is,” Zelana said. “Do you think you’ll be able to manage here by yourself for a few days? There are some things I need to attend to. I won’t really be gone for long.”
“Can’t I go with you?”
“I’m afraid not, Eleria. I have to go by myself this time. Maybe you can come along next time. We’ll see.”
3
Zelana swam out of her hidden grotto and onto a nearby gravel beach, where the waves rolled in and then receded with a mournful sound that seemed filled with regret. Then she raised her face to the sky to search for one of those winds that rushed far overhead in perpetuity, streaming eternally above the clouds and weather. She encountered several, but they were not moving in the proper direction, so she continued her search. Then at last she felt a wind that streamed northward toward the Domain of her elder brother, and she rose up and up through the buffeting of those winds which had not suited her until she reached that wind which rushed northward along the outer edge of the sky, and she bestrode that wind, and it obediently carried her toward the bleak Domain of her brother Dahlaine.
Now, Dahlaine dwelt in a cave deep in the bowels of the earth beneath the crags and eternal snow of Mount Shrak, which the people of the North believe is the tallest peak in all the world, and Zelana descended from the dark outer edge of the sky to the forbidding mountain that seemed almost to scowl down at her brother’s Domain with a bleak expression of superiority. The mouth of Dahlaine’s cave was a deep indentation in the north side of the mount, and Zelana entered there and followed the twisting passage that led down and down through glittering black rock to the vast chamber far beneath the mountain that was Dahlaine’s home.
Zelana paused at the mouth of the passage. Her burly, grey-bearded brother, stripped to the waist, was standing over a ruddy fire, beating on something that glowed and made a sort of ringing sound. A small, glowing orb hovered just over him, bathing him with light.
“What in the world are you doing, Dahlaine?” Zelana asked.
Dahlaine turned sharply to look at his sister. “Why, Zelana!” he exclaimed. “You startled me. Is something wrong?”
“Perhaps—or perhaps not. Are you taking up music now? If you are, you’re a little off-key.”
“Just experimenting, dear sister,” he replied. “Some of the people beyond Mother Sea have discovered something they call ‘metal.’ I wanted to see if I could duplicate it. Is something afoot?”
Zelana looked cautiously around Dahlaine’s cave. “Where’s your Dreamer?” she asked.
“Ashad? He’s out playing with the bears.”
“Bears? Surely you don’t allow him to play with bears! They’ll eat him, won’t they?”
“Of course they won’t, Zelana. They’re his friends—in the same way the pink dolphins are Eleria’s friends. Is something unusual happening?”
“Perhaps. Eleria had a dream last night, and I think it may have been significant. I thought you should know about it. There’s something else that may be even more significant than the dream itself.”
“Oh?”
“It appears that Mother Sea’s taking a hand in this herself.”
Dahlaine stared at her.
“Eleria was out playing with the young pink dolphins yesterday, and they introduced her to an old cow whale.”
“I didn’t know that whales and dolphins spoke the same language,” Dahlaine said.
“They don’t. That’s what leads me to believe that it wasn’t really a whale. Anyway, the old cow led Eleria to a small islet off the south coast of Thurn and showed her an oyster shell that was about fifty times bigger than any oyster I’ve ever seen. Then the whale touched the shell with one of her fins, and the oyster opened as if someone had just knocked on its door. There was a pearl inside—pink, and a bit larger than an apple.”
“That’s impossible!” Dahlaine exclaimed.
“You’ll have to take that up with the oyster, Dahlaine. Then the whale told Eleria that the oyster wanted her to have the pearl, so Eleria took it, and the whale gave her a ride back to Thurn.”
“Now, that’s something I’d like to see,” Dahlaine said, laughing. “It might be a bit difficult to saddle a whale.”
“Did you want to hear the rest of this, or did you want to make funny remarks?” Zelana said tartly.
“Sorry, dear sister. Please go on.”
“Eleria’d had a busy day, so she was very tired. She went to sleep almost immediately, and then some very strange things started to happen. That pink pearl rose up into the air above Eleria, and it started to glow—almost like a small pink moon—and its light shone down on Eleria. Then it spoke to me and told me to mind my own business. I recognized the voice immediately, since I’ve been listening to it since the beginning of time.”