Liath smiled, and her lips formed a silent prayer as she weighed her words and spoke. “I cannot know for sure, I admit. There is only one person who in the past had the knowledge and the skill and the desire to call galla. Her name is Sister Venia, although she was also once called Biscop Antonia of Mainni. I don’t know where she is.”
There came silence for such a long time that Liath finally decided that Kansi must have left. She peeled open one of the fruits and savored the sweet, sloppy mess inside. She tasted bitter to herself, wiping her chin with her fingers and licking off the trails of juice.
Kansi’s voice slipped out of the darkness, surprising her.
Her tone was cool, but it made Liath shiver. “My people will find her, and I will deal with her.”
“Why do you keep me here?”
“That is a foolish question. You are—what would they call it at the court of Wendar, this game of carved pieces moved across a board? You are a pawn, in my keeping. With you in my hand, I have power over those who desire to take you for themselves.”
“Who would that be?” Liath demanded, for it seemed strange and ominous that Kansi used the plural.
“The blood knives, and of course—” She broke off, then finished.“—my son.”
“Sanglant wants peace. He needs peace, to rebuild after the cataclysm. Why do you wish to fight him?”
“I wish to protect my people. We cannot trust humankind.”
“You let Henry raise him.”
“That was all along the intention of the council of elders. A poor plan, which failed. We will do better, I promise you.”
“Those days are long past. We must trust each other in order to survive.”
“These are tiresome words. Do you even believe them yourself?”
“Sanglant is not your enemy.”
There was no answer, and in time Liath had to accept that Kansi had gone.
So be it. She rested a while longer and ate and drank a little more, starting with the raw eggs, which were sure to get broken. Afterward she chipped away at one of the blunt rocks to get more of an edge on it. She took off her wool outer-tunic and stripped off the lighter linen under-tunic before putting the over-tunic back on. The wool itched, but it was better to save the sturdier, warmer tunic. With the scraper she severed threads and managed with real effort to separate the tunic so that with knots and curls she could hang all of her provisions safely around her hips. She finished the eggs, rose, and walked and jumped a little to test the security of her knots.
ife.
“I am satisfied,” she said, pitching her voice to carry upward, “that you have dealt fairly with me in this particular matter. Set me free.”
“I will not.”
“Then listen. The creature is called a galla. It comes from another plane of existence.”
“From the aether?”
“I think not. Step sideways through a crack in a wall and you may come to a lost garden. Step sideways through the spheres, and there may be other worlds.”
“A curious notion,” said Kansi. “Go on.”
“The galla are called, with blood, to this world. The one who calls them grants them their freedom in a name. This person they must hunt down and devour. When they have devoured the one they sought, the crack in the wall opens, and they can return to their home.”
“Why did you call it?”
“I did not call it. I have been attacked by such creatures before. That is how I know what they are.”
“How did you rid yourself of it? Is there a spell?”
She choked, but eventually found her voice, because she had to speak. “Griffin feathers dispel the galla. It is the only way to banish them, that I know of.”
“You came to us naked except for your clothes. How did you banish this one?”