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  1. Palantir

    Chapter 25

    Hidden link! Hmm - that would be intrigue piled on intrigue - very interesting indeed. But Ranevargar has stated with complete conviction that Keiran and his Opal cannot be separated. Oh No! not Dead World again?
  2. Palantir

    Chapter 24

    Yes, there sure is a lot of unraveling ahead for the companions. And, once again, you've honed in on a point of particular interest. - more about the 'illness' after a few more chapters.
  3. Palantir

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 5. "Is that it? One big blip and we’re here without getting turned inside out?" Ranevargar didn't answer straight away because he was too busy communicating. "How much did you understand, Kieran? It was a faultless transition for this size group." "A lot of it I think. I want to watch how you used your energy again though. It was much less than I have to call when we go through your boundaries." "The boundaries are a different process." "Where are we, Ranevargar?" "This is my Central Grove, Rhys. My home base, and if you want our next portal to be more dramatic I can easily arrange it. What would you like? Headaches, blurry vision, stomach nausea? It would be a pity to spoil the pleasure of our refreshments though." "Ha! None of them thanks. The zap must've made you cheeky ... Or you’re learning from Kieran." Ranevargar smiled. "Your zap has indeed changed my outlook, Rhys, but we have a while to wait while I recover, so what would you like to do? There is much is to discuss, or you can venture out with Krol for a view of this Grove." "... Just me? Are there any more Griffins so we can all go?" "I can call more but by the time they arrive and are prepared with saddles we will be ready for our next transition." "Is there much to see?" "More than you can imagine. This Grove is not like all the others and extends far." "Realm trees? ... All the way?" Kieran turned to look... Yes, he could see at least eight or nine treetops towering around them. "I'll stay here so I know what's going on. What did you find out, Kieran?" "Ranevargar’s still showing me what to do but it should only take a few more runs before I can try by myself." "Without us?" "No way, Tan. I mean me making it happen instead of Ranevargar." "So it's going to work? Unreal. What about another energy boost, Ranevargar? Will that speed up your recovery?" "Definitely, Rhys. We won't be able to proceed without it." Rhys jumped to grab Ranevargar's hands and gave Kieran a get with it look which set Ranevargar smiling. "Patience, Rhys. Even with your bonus energy I need time to recover from a translation, and as well as that I am adjusting to the healing you've given me." Kieran completed the physical contact and, watching carefully while the boost took place, was surprised at the spread of energy through Ranevargar and its instant absorption. "Yes, Kieran. I know how to use it." "Why was the zap such a big deal, Ranevargar? You said you’d to tell us." "I have lived long for an elf, Woorawa, and sometimes the ability to maintain full health starts to slowly decline. The condition was irreversible till now, and meant my time was limited and the Stewardship of this Realm would falter. Now, beyond all possibility, the condition is healed and I am renewed." "Um! I don't like to say it but you might be jumping to conclusions. Rhys's touch could be temporary and wear off after a while." "That was my first thought in the moment of realisation, Tan, but my deepest search shows every marker restored to full health and vigour. I have a whole new life ahead of me." Kieran wondered exactly what that meant. "More vigour, Ranevargar? Your mind’s so complicated and capable I can't see how." "If you should stay in my Realm, as my heart desires, Kieran, you would see the ravages of decline reversing and the steady restoration of my physical vigour." There was silence while everyone looked for Kieran's reaction. "We want to stay but we can't. I know you understand." "Of course I do and your welcome is not limited." "How sick were you? You said it happened slowly but do you know how long it was going to be before it got really bad?" Ranevargar rested his hand companionably on Woorawa's shoulder. "My death, Woorawa! The thought is clear in all your minds. Yes, and the end would have arrived in less than 200 years." "Two ... Hundred ... Years!" "Not much time for a life in Faerie, Rhys. It takes that long for an elf child to reach maturity." "Gods! You did say that the High King has been ruling for 1200 years but I thought he must be special. Is he the oldest elf of all?" "Not quite. Lord Uirebon, the Lore Master, worked with Aglaron's father and is widely regarded as being the eldest." Tan spoke up. "Does Rhys's healing mean you’ll live longer than any other elf?" "Very much so, Tan, unless Rhys's healing gets applied in a similar situation." Tan grabbed Rhys's arm in total excitement. "That could be why they’re after you, Rhys. They found out about your healing and they want it. That High King might have worked out he could keep ruling for another thousand years if he gets control of it ... You did say he was extra ambitious didn't you, Ranevargar?" "I did, Tan, and Aglaron would definitely seize such an opportunity if he thought it available. He is at the height of his power and health though, so I doubt Rhys's gift would affect him very much. It is reason enough to explain the involvement of three Realm Lords but there are still inconsistencies." Kieran was totally impressed. This was the first explanation of what had been happening that made any sense. "That's brilliant, Tan, but Ranevargar’s right. All they did with Rhys at the start was move him away and make us forget about him." "Yes, I suppose. And you were at the centre of everything till Woorawa arrived." Tan brightened after a moment. "Well, what if they only found out about his gift when you figured it out yourself? It was just after you healed my leg when they grabbed him." "Hm! That sort of fits, but it means they were already watching us ... Wouldn't that be hard, Ranevargar, to watch all the way from the Realms to College?" "Yes, Keiran, an extraordinary effort. You know how difficult it was to reach Tan’s folk and Burrimul with messages of reassurance. Such surveillance and manipulation would be a major undertaking and implies a very strong purpose was already in place well before Rhys was taken." Rhys was glad for Ranevargar's ideas and couldn't fault this logic. "Learning of Rhys's gift could very well have changed that purpose ... Or even added to it." Mr B spoke up. "I don't see how they can know anything about Rhys's healing except for what he did with Tan's leg. Kieran has had us all shielded since then, and he’s certain they can't get through." Ranevargar gave a definite nod. "I agree, Mr B. Kieran's shields astonish me." "You tested them, Ranevargar?" "Yes, Kieran. When we first met, and again when I looked deeply." Mr B continued. "So unless they’re watching some other way they can't know he can give certain elves a whole new life. That only happened half an hour ago. Can they see into your mind, Ranevargar?" "Only with my permission, Mr B. Lord Uirebon did make contact but he saw only the surface thoughts I provided. He wasn't even aware of Kieran's shielding." "Kieran's got you shielded the same way as us?" "Yes, Woorawa, we agreed on it soon after you arrived." "You say lots of things to each other without talking out loud don't you?" "We do, and for much the same reason you push him to practice his other abilities." Ranevargar surprised everyone by reaching for Rhys's hand. "It's time for our next translation. Where would you like to go this time, Rhys?" "How would I know?" A series of images flashed through everyone's minds. "Wow! How about the place near the ocean?" Woorawa eagerly grabbed Rhys's hand. "I've never seen an ocean, Ranevargar. Can we please go there?" While Ranevargar was nodding he communicated with Kieran. "I recovered in less time than I expected, Kieran, but another energy boost would be a help. This time, along with everything else, I want you to take particular note of how I bind everyone to the pattern between the two Groves. You were watching too many other things last time." "Whoo! And that is so important." "All of it is. Ready?" Everyone was holding Rhys's hands by now, except Krol of course, and Kieran carefully directed the energy boost just to Ranevargar who was the only one who could use it anyway. "Here we go. Do you want me to add the disorientation and funny stomach you were asking about, Rhys?" "No way!" Kieran concentrated and very carefully watched how everyone, and Kron in particular, was held together in a strong group link. The spider-silk connection between the two groves glowed beautifully for Kieran again, and this time he took in how Ranevargar made the group react with it. Reality blurred again then returned and, because he was watching for it, Kieran saw the group freed and each individual made independent again. "You saw my connections, Kieran?" "Yes, and I saw how you released them too. I missed that last time." "You can make them next time and then I will take over to check they are right." "Oh man! Look at that!" Kieran's thoughts turned outwards and he shared the outlook from the new tree platform. The open ocean was there, but it wasn't till after the group rushed to the lookout at the edge that the shoreline and a small estuary below came into view. Including the river mouth, and sweeping into the distance on the right, a sandy beach stretched till a rocky promontory blocked the way. On the left the land rose high in a line of what must be clifftops. Scattered offshore from the promontory, a group of islands made for even more interest. "Well, Rhys, are you going to take a tour with Krol? ... or are you going to make way for Woorawa's first ocean experience?" Rhys just laughed. "That's not playing fair. Of course Woorawa can go. Has he got enough time to see much? The last stop was pretty short." "Time enough to fly to the rookery islands and back without lingering ... If he hurries." Woorawa rushed to Krol who was settling in the crouch which allowed a rider to climb on and get harnessed. “You wait, Woorawa. You owe me big time for pinching my turn." A quick grin was all the acknowledgement Rhys got. Woorawa was too focused on clipping himself secure while Krol moved to the Griffin take off point. With almost ten metres of wings spread wide, Krol dropped into an effortless glide and then a speed dive. "Lucky thing. Those islands look really interesting." "Woorawa will tell you all about it when he gets a chance, Rhys." Ranevargar received his needed energy boost then sat while he answered a new barrage of questions. "Can we go to the Grove in the mountains next? I can see four Realm trees here. Are all the outpost Groves the same size?" "All except the Grove next to my biggest lake, Tan. It's a four layer Grove with thirteen trees." "I would’ve put the Realm Trees on top of the cliffs to look straight down on the ocean." "No you wouldn't, Rhys. The trees need an abundant water supply and must be near a river or lake." "Your Groves have at least four Realm Trees and they’re all bigger than the trees we saw in the other Realm?" "Yes, Tan. They are inferior and grown solely for their portal function. There are only four pairs of trees outside this realm and they require far more energy to use. Kieran, Woorawa is almost overcome with his experience. I suggest you practice linking with him." Kieran rushed to make the link and only vaguely took in Ranevargar's comment about the Tree Managers making these Realm trees so different. Woorawa's mind was practically sparkling with wonder as the ocean slid past close beneath and a group of giant porpoise like creatures leapt skyward and crashed back to the surface. Krol made a lazy circle while they broached again, then straightened and started flying with purpose. What? He was returning already? "Yes, Kieran. We should proceed with the next translation. Call up the pattern for the mountain destination while we wait, and see if you can build the link then make the connector for me to check." The spidery network glimmered into Kieran's mind view, faded, then brightened and steadied when he adjusted his energy usage. Next he started to make the group link but stopped because it needed Woorawa and Krol. "Finish, Kieran, and give it into my control. You were faster than I expected so you will get an extra practice ... And here they are. Start again while Woorawa is still mounted." The link between the two Groves faded but after a brief moment Kieran, feeling quite pleased with himself, had it rebuilt. "Very good. Now! Do you want to wait till Woorawa can join hands with everyone else or will we surprise him and go ahead?" That was interesting. The group link thing Ranevargar used had almost the same effect as physical contact and Ranevargar had gently pointed out that he'd forgotten to get everyone to join hands. "You didn't really forget it, Kieran. Your subconscious registered that you didn't need the touching in this situation. I would continue the practice though as it is definitely your best form of backup." Reality blipped and the startled looks from his companions registered briefly as he went into assessment mode with Ranevargar. "Another seamless translation, Kieran ... And I see that you marked the trigger. I will use it myself once more, but let you hold the spider link. You are almost ready to try this." "No, I'm not. I still can't see how you do this with so little energy." "Little? I'm drained, Kieran, and without Rhys's boost we would be waiting for the rest of the day." "Yes, but the amount you use isn't enough for the result it gets." "... I see your problem. You are looking in the wrong place again. When I send the activation trigger the Grove supplies most of the energy for the transfer, so watch there." Kieran was so surprised he spoke aloud. "The trees store energy? That's amazing, Ranevargar." "Not really. Every living plant and animal has a certain amount of energy, the life force you have been tapping, and my Realm Trees have been purposefully designed to keep an amount in reserve. Without them my access to the different sectors of the Realm would be much reduced. ... Rhys, we will relax for a while longer this time so Krol can show you his mountain home." Rhys, and everyone else, turned from taking in their surroundings. "His mountain home? Is it a cave? That's what I liked to think till we decided that if he’s your Guardian he must live in the Groves with you." "Krol will take great pleasure in showing you, Rhys, and my reliance on his aid does indeed keep him away most of the time. He would like to take you to several of his flying and hunting haunts as well, so make haste to take Woorawa's place." Rhys made haste, great haste, and his eagerness set everyone smiling and wishing they were going too. "We will make it your turn next, Tan, so start deciding whether you would like to explore a jungle location or a desert oasis." Krol launched from the platform edge with Rhys smiling and waving like crazy till the sudden drop had him grabbing for the handgrips. They dwindled rapidly in the distance, leaving everyone gawking at the sheer rock face they were heading for and the giant buttresses off to one side. "Walk with me, everyone, and we will meet a mystery ... And to help with the curiosity you all share, we are heading for an encounter with a Tree Manager, one of my earliest constructs, and the reason for the success of my Realm Trees." "You told us they made the shelter where we slept and the table and benches for our meal. Are they like expert carpenters who know how to cut the wood without hurting the tree?" "No, Tan. As with the buttress passages there is no cutting involved. The Managers work in harmony with the trees and modify and enhance the way they grow in accordance with our wishes." "Like you did when you made the little shoot?" "Yes, Woorawa, though on a slower but grander scale. They have access to every root, branch and stem, and the major part of their work is ensuring their Tree stays completely healthy. Only a relative few are involved with modifications for host and visitor comforts." Ranevargar held aside the vines hanging in front of the entrance to a shelter identical to the one they’d had their meal in last night. "Here we are. Who's going in first?" That made everyone look, and then look at Kieran with the message that he was the leader. Kieran had the advantage of knowing that Ranevargar was just being dramatic for Woorawa's benefit, and stepped forward. "It won't mistake me for a tree and make flowers grow in my hair will it?" "I hope not, Kieran, but send Woorawa in first just in case." Woorawa knowing very well that this was a put on, linked elbows with Kieran and grinned at Ranevargar. "Send Tan in first then. He'll look great with yellow flowers all over his head." Tan didn't rise to this but Kieran could see that he was quite enjoying the attention. The inside also appeared almost identical to the one last night. On the table there were two platters, one with fruit and the other piled high with the honey bread they all liked so much, and several jugs, presumably drink. Next to the table a beautiful host elf was smiling a big welcome and along the wall the bioluminous flowers were glowing softly. The only different element was a large hanging plant of some kind on the wall and Kieran presumed they must be going to see the Tree Manager after they'd had a snack. "Welcome, My Lord. You have surprised us with this unexpected visit and the others are on their way." "Thank you, Melnaria. The visit is short and after meeting the Tree Manager our new friends and I will be departing." Ranevargar made the introductions and everyone eagerly tucked into the honey bread. There were more greetings when a second host arrived and Kieran was starting to wonder why Ranevargar wasn't moving things on when Woorawa gave him a sudden attention grabbing nudge and stared at the wall. "Kieran, that plant moved. One of the vines just touched the light flower and it got brighter." He was looking at the hanging plant. Kieran didn't see any movement, but some of the flowers close to it did look brighter. Definitely brighter. "Well spotted, Woorawa. This is one of my Tree Managers." The honey bread stopped being the focus of attention. "A plant? ... But I definitely saw the vine end move." "Not exactly a plant, Woorawa. It is a combination of both plant and animal, though plants and animals all move to different degrees. Kieran, this first direct communication with the Tree Manager since my healing will be an experience I'd like everyone to share." "Um! What do you want me to do?" "Rest your hand on mine while I make contact, and link with Mr B, Tan and Woorawa, so they feel your reaction." There were fascinated nods of anticipation when Kieran placed his palm on the back of Ranevargar's hand and moved to the plant mass attached to the wall. With touch came the recognition of intelligence, but then the link with Ranevargar flared to brilliance as something passed between them. Kieran tried to hang on but the life and joy filling the Tree Manager was an overload of wonder which held him helpless till Ranevargar intervened. Woorawa and Tan had both collapsed to the bench seat and Mr B was clutching Melnaria for support. Ranevargar had passed the joy of his healing to the Tree Manager and Kieran's wits were now gathered enough to understand it was being passed in turn to the rest of the Grove and ... other tree managers. The great wash of feeling appeared to subside but Kieran's access to Ranevargar's mind showed it was still there and spreading. "Hold still while the Tree Manager learns who you are. I think that given enough time and effort you might begin to understand our unique and quite special method of communication. I have instructed the Manager to accept you as a friend. The contact will surprise you but try not to move till it finishes." Surprise was an understatement when the movement Woorawa had glimpsed became general. Four viny tendrils crept slowly away from the wall and coiled round Kieran's wrists. There was pressure, but not uncomfortable, and a strange probing sensation tingled where his flesh was being touched. Probing? Oh ... Ranevargar was showing him the Tree Manager’s intention and telling him this would take several minutes. "Can you see my link with its intelligence, Kieran? The pattern for the animal parts should be available to you." Kieran tried, saw something, but it was too difficult to hold. "I think so, but I can tell I'd have to work to know it properly. It's not a natural pattern." Woorawa had moved close and was staring goggle eyed at the proceedings. "What's it doing? Is it talking to you, Kieran?" "Just what Ranevargar said. It’ll take a few minutes while it gets to know me." "So what does that mean? Is it like the way you connect with ordinary animals?" Ranevargar answered. "It's more complicated than that, Woorawa, but I'm setting things up in the hope that Kieran might eventually be able to pass on instructions of his own." "You’re kidding! Like you did to make shoot grow out of the table?" "Not exactly like that, Woorawa. That is a different skill but, through the Tree Manager, yes. I'll show you an example in a moment when the Manager finishes learning Kieran." "Learning him? That sounds funny." "Yes, knowing would be a better description." "What would happen if I touched it? Would it do the same to me?" "Do you want to see?" Woorawa looked for Kieran's response and got a definite go ahead. "All right. Will I feel anything? Kieran had a funny look for a while." "Just the normal sensation of touch while it holds you." Woorawa looked now to Mr B and Tan, and Ranevargar gave a soft chuckle. "Yes, you are all welcome to an encounter with the Tree Manager, but we will do it simultaneously to save time. Tree Managers have their own rate of doing things." Kieran's wrists were released and after a moment of communication between Ranevargar and the Manager, Mr B, Woorawa and Tan reached forward then watched quietly till their hands were released. Ranevargar rested his palm on the Manager again and Kieran marvelled at the pleasure building through them both. "Watch carefully, Kieran, while we demonstrate to Tan how the tree is shaped without cutting. Our time is limited so revealing a secure storage place should be enough to help your understanding." The Tree Manager moved slowly to a position further along the wall and slightly higher. Kieran wondered briefly how it was holding on, but then four of the vines settled with obvious purpose in one place and a tiny hollow appeared then steadily deepened and widened. "Unreal! It's like watching a time lapse video." Ranevargar was too preoccupied to query what time lapse might be, and so was everyone else, because the four active vines had just stilled. Ranevargar reached, almost full elbow length, into the now well formed hollow and withdrew a woody, misshapen lump which he handed to Woorawa. Woorawa turned it this way and that but couldn't figure anything. Neither could Kieran but he saw the intention in Ranevargar's mind. "It's for you to keep, Woorawa." "Thank you very much, Ranevargar ... What is it?" "A Realm Tree. A treasure for your elders and a replacement for their gift to Kieran." Woorawa stared at the seed pod in his hand and amazement, awe and puzzlement moved across his features. "For me?" "Yes, Woorawa. Part of what your friends say tells me that your intervention, and pushing for Kieran to improve his abilities, helped him face the troubles and confrontations your group has met. You also gave a part of yourself and your people to me." Woorawa made a nod of acknowledgement then followed it with a short, soft chant. Kieran was impressed because Woorawa had recognised the partly ritual nature of Ranevargar's action and responded appropriately with a simple thank you ritual of his own. Ranevargar turned back to the Tree Manager for one more touch and when the hollow started to narrow, indicated it was time to leave. "Krol and Rhys are on their way so let us move. I need to prepare Kieran for our next portal." Woorawa was bursting with questions about the seed pod and, while they walked, Kieran watched silent communication flow between him and Ranevargar. Everything stopped for the spectacular sight of Krol's landing and Rhys's exuberant waving, but as with Woorawa, hearing about his adventures would have to wait. "Tan has chosen the Desert Grove, Kieran, so build the connection and link everyone to it while I watch. This time you will use the Grove to Grove channel and you can trigger the jump while I manage the group." Whoo! That was a bit nerve wracking ... But not really. The spider-link part was well and truly locked in after the practices and the trigger part was quite straightforward. Rhys came racing close after practically diving from Krol's back but Ranevargar's hand waiting for a boost left no time for any talk. The spider-link was built and approved. Six people and a Griffin were grouped then passed to Ranevargar. Somewhat tentatively Kieran called up the trigger pattern and waited for the go-ahead. "More energy, Kieran. The Grove will supply what's needed for the translation but the trigger energy has to come from you. You will pass out if you are not ready." The Opal glowed from Kieran's rushed call and then Ranevargar's surprise registered. "So much and so easily. That's far more than you will need." Half wondering if he might pass out anyway, Kieran set the trigger going ... and everything blurred. "Well done, Kieran. How do you feel? That was a very strong trigger you sent to the Grove." Apart from a peculiar emptiness from the sudden disappearance of the energy he'd called, Kieran hardly felt any different. "Well, I know I've been busy but I’m not exhausted or anything." "The resilience of youth, or natural ability, but probably both. When Tan returns from his tour with Krol the next jump is all yours." Kieran started to wonder why this translation had brought them to the base of the trees rather than a platform but Ranevargar talking to Tan and the new surroundings was too distracting. "There are two oases, Tan, and Krol will take you to both of them while Rhys demonstrates his swimming skills." "You know I like swimming?" "It is laced though all the memories you have shared with me, Rhys, but just now it was your first thought when you saw the combination of sand and water. Woorawa had almost the same reaction and Mr B does too." Rhys looked to Kieran then back again. "What about Kieran? He loves swimming." "Maybe later, Rhys. There are many matters I must discuss with him ... We will extend our stay. The prospect of the experience is quite infectious." And indeed, the sparkling water surrounded by a broken ring of shrubs and even lower vegetation looked very inviting. Kieran glanced to the Realm Trees then back again and made a non-descriptive little sound of surprise. "What's funny, Kieran?" "Just me, Rhys. The Realm Trees are so big I thought these other ones were shrubs till their proper size clicked in." Tan climbed onto Krol and everyone's attention was taken while they made the more difficult launch from flat ground. "What are you and Kieran going to talk about? We might be able to contribute some helpful ideas." "I wish to explore Kieran's ability to connect with both Opal and Pearl, Mr B. Much of what we do will be silent but you are certainly welcome to stay if you wish." "Come to the oasis, Mr B. Kieran can tell us all about it later when they’re not sitting like a couple of stone Bhuddas. Ranevargar's too polite to say we’ll be sitting here clueless while they practice mind stuff." Ranevargar laughed in a way which meant Rhys was right. "Rhys is refreshingly frank." "Yes, and it's all new. He hardly even used to speak to people when I first met him." "Your friendship and love has released his true nature, Kieran." "Um! What are we doing with the Opal?" Ranevargar laughed yet again. This time because Rhys had Woorawa in a headlock, dragging him towards the oasis. "I've been puzzling about how it was possible for you to access my Pearl. Can you show me how you did it?" "Yes, of course, but tell me to stop if you don't like it. It made me really angry when my Opal was accessed." "I'm ready this time so I don't expect we will need to stop." He reached inside his tunic for the little leather pouch then opened it and took out the Pearl. "Can you sense its presence without physical contact? The reaction last time happened when you took it into your hand." "Not at the moment but I kind of shut it out when you got upset. I remember starting to feel connected like I did the first time I touched my Opal, so I’m fairly certain the same thing will happen if I hold it again." "I think so too." Ranevargar offered his Pearl but before taking it Kieran un-clasped his neck chain. "If you hold my Opal again we might learn extra things." Ranevargar's pleasure at this exchange, overlaid with a tinge of awe, came clearly through their wide open channel of communication, then changed to deep concentration when the green glow appeared and the tingle of sensation spread from Kieran's hands to the rest of his body. A quick probe showed no hint of diffidence and a strong sense of curiosity from Ranevargar, so Kieran welcomed the reaction and added strength to it. "Can you see how I'm connected, Ranevargar? It's nearly the same as my Opal." "Amazing! Can you draw power?" Kieran used his normal call pattern and a tiny trickle of energy made its way into the pool he automatically constructed to receive it. A trickle? He stopped abruptly. "Ranevargar, there's hardly anything there. I know how but I'm not going to take it." "Once again you surprise me with the amount of energy you are accustomed to. Yes, my reserves are very small." "Watch this. I know it will work." The call went to the Opal this time. A strong call which, compared to the trickle from the Pearl, brought a torrent flooding into the storage pool and then out again through his link to the Pearl. Ranevargar's surprise and gratitude made Kieran feel very pleased. "Stop! Stop! You mustn't deplete your own reserves, Kieran. That's too much." "No, it's not. There's plenty more. I can tell, and there's enough there now to test your Pearl properly." Kieran stopped the flow from the Opal, called on the Pearl for what he considered to be a normal flow, then reversed the direction to replenish the Pearl. "Wonderful, Kieran, now let us explore. Is my own connection to the Pearl obvious to you?" "Yes. At first I saw it through you, but now I can see it my own way." "Try to break my connection." "No way! That would be awful." "It would. Try anyway, but stop if you have any success." Kieran increased the strength of his own connection to the Pearl, thinking it might be a way to take over. Wow! It showed some interesting things but didn't change Ranevargar's link. Hmm! What else could he try? ... Memory of the attack at home flooded back. His pattern of defence was there too, very strongly there, and if he could combine them it might work. He reached to Ranevargar's connection. A great wave of shock shook both of them for the instant before he cut his effort. "Sorry, Ranevargar! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! It worked way better than I thought it would." There was a long moment while Ranevargar did something which Kieran couldn't understand. "All is now well, Kieran. I was expecting a trial and error. Rather than an instant attack of such strength." "I don't know why I can't learn to be more careful and not rush things." "How did you do that? I was too shocked to watch properly." "I copied the way I was attacked at home." "And is it an all or nothing technique?" Kieran had to think before, with some relief and a kind of mental smile, he answered. "No. I can be gentle ... or rough." "Good. Try again, but gently, very gently." "Are you sure? Something bad nearly happened. I don't know what it was but I don't want to frighten you like that again." "I'm sure, Kieran, because you must develop more control." This time the touch was so light Ranevargar didn't know it was happening. Kieran increased its strength in tiny increments till it's effect did register. "That's uncomfortable, Kieran. Keep your pressure at that level while I figure a way to counter it." For the next few minutes Ranevargar battled each new and stronger attempt to wrest control of his Pearl. "Enough. I've reached my limit and it's your turn to be on the defence. I will start very gently and the rule is to counter without fighting back." Ranevargar tried, tried harder, then even harder before laughing aloud. "The Opal is yours and yours alone. No one in the Realms could possibly break that bond." "But I could take your Pearl if I really tried. It doesn't seem fair." "You have taught me a new method of defence, Kieran, and you have mastered a much finer degree of control for yourself as well, so we have both benefited a great deal. I am still completely at a loss to understand where the energy you call comes from though, and you don't appear to have studied your Opal in any detail." "I've practised different ways of calling its energy. Rhys's healing takes a lot more than making things glow or finding animal minds when they’re a long way away." "What about its protective function? You describe that as something it initiated without input on your part." "I'd have to go back to Dead World with all those monsters, and that's too dangerous." "Not necessarily. I can help you with that, but first I want to show you other possible functions for your Opal. Close your connection to my Pearl and follow mine. I want to show you what you interrupted when you disturbed my linkage." Kieran did what he was told and followed Ranevargar's pathway to the Pearl, wondering what could be ahead because so far it was no different to the pathway he’d just switched off. "Follow my link to Krol first. It's the most powerful and easiest to see." "What do you mean? You’re not linked to him." "Yes I am. Always, but not in my conscious mind. Follow the highlighted connection." And there it was, a trace of linkage leading to a tiny spark of identity located deep in the Pearl. "I can see it, Ranevargar. It’s like you have a special place for him." "Good. Now let us add in Kal and Kron." "Wow! The Pearl keeps you permanently linked to them." "Yes, and here are the rest of my Griffin constructs." Kieran could hardly believe it. Fifty-seven tiny sparks all linked through the Pearl to a part of Ranevargar's mind he'd never seen. "And here are the panther constructs." Kieran was suddenly aware of 276 panther sparks, all tracing through the pearl pathway to Ranevargar. "How do you do that?" "That's what I hope to teach you, Kieran, but prepare yourself first, while I reveal some of the greater potential in my Pearl." Tiny sparks, the impression of them really, appeared for the dolphin constructs, the Tree Managers, and then an avalanche of what Kieran knew must be all the living things in the Realm. His mind overflowed with wonder and all he could do for a long time was watch and try to build his understanding. "Thank you, Kieran. Your appreciation is another gift." "It's like your Pearl is alive." "It's not alive in itself, but as you can now see, it connects me to the life all around ... Are you ready to try with your Opal?" Kieran couldn't understand what Ranevargar meant. "?? ... I don't have a Realm full of animals and other life, Ranevargar. Do you mean we can share all this through my Opal?" Ranevargar was startled. "I have no idea if that is even possible but you do have lives, Kieran. Precious lives which are perfectly suited. We will start with Krol first though." "Krol?" "Yes, he is strong in your mind and we can use his pattern to get you started. Watch carefully while I make a copy of his link and anchor it to a new location in my Pearl." A second link for Krol appeared. "Your turn, Kieran. Duplicate that link and anchor it in the same place." Kieran was tricked by the anchoring part and had to be guided by Ranevargar who was totally delighted when it finally worked. "Wonderful, Kieran. The location part is the key to the whole network and I wasn't sure if it would be possible for you. Make a new copy, but this time anchor it in your Opal." Kieran had more trouble but, after referencing Ranevargar's network several times, he finally had Krol anchored. "What have I done wrong, Ranevargar? The link’s there but it doesn't feel right." "It should. You did everything correctly as far as I could see." "It is Krol, but there’s something different about him." "... Oh my! Now I see what we've done. You are seeing my view of him. Build your own link instead of using a copy of mine." A couple of minutes later Kieran's Opal had its own mini network with seven special lives connected. "There we are, Kieran, a whole new function for your Opal and another indication of its similarity to our Stones of Power. Now, I have one more exercise for you before we join the swimmers." Kieran swivelled to look at the oasis where the calls and yells suggested Rhys was happily fending off some sort of double attack from Mr B and Woorawa. "Let's get started then. This heat is making me want to join them." "I think this will be easy for you, Kieran. Look into my Pearl and tell me what energy flows you can see." Kieran was immediately very confident. He’d had lots of experience at energy flows with his practices and especially when Tan and Krol had been healed, so he went straight in to look. "Wow! Your Pearl’s very busy, Ranevargar. There's a big inflow from somewhere which goes out again all over the Realm, and another very small one going into your reserve pool from the Realm Trees." "The large flow comes in constantly from the Nexus I told you of, and is constantly monitored by the High King who is responsible for maintaining its stability. The Realm Trees provide a trickle of energy but only when they haven't been depleted by a recent translation." Kieran turned his attention to another supply of energy which looked almost identical to the main inflow. "What about that third stream? It looks like more of that Nexus energy." "It is, Kieran. It's the portion set aside for my personal use." "Where’s it all going then? It follows a very strange link ... Wow! That’s Dead World. Why are you sending energy there?" "You can see that link?" "Only because the power flow goes through the boundary. Is it meant to be secret?" "Not particularly, but it is meant to be inaccessible." "Oops! Sorry! I'll leave it alone then." "Yes, for the moment at least. If you did manage to follow it, it could give you a great deal of trouble. We will join your companions now and I will explain more after our next translation." Kieran was totally intrigued but he'd have to be patient because Krol was gliding out of the sky on a path that looked set to land right in the oasis. "What's he doing?" "He wants to join in, partly to refresh himself, but mostly for enjoyment. Go ahead, Kieran. I'll be with you all in a while." Kieran rushed off, completely eager for action and laughter after the heavy concentration demanded by Ranevargar's mind work. He paused to watch the unusual sight of Krol landing in the water and then paused again at the edge where three piles of clothes had been dumped. Rhys came splashing towards him. "Yay, Kieran! We should stay here all day. What's Ranevargar doing?" "Catching up with his Realm stuff. He won't be long ... Watch out!" Too late. Krol's great beak sneaked between Rhys's legs from behind and lifted till, startled and unbalanced, he fell sideways into the waist deep water. He came up splattering with mock outrage and splashed scoops of water at Krol's face. "Great overgrown chook! You've had it ... Help me get him, Kieran." Getting Krol was pointless, but fun, and scoops of water either rolled off his feathers or, if better targeted, caused an eye to blink as Kieran joined Rhys in a double splash attack. Woorawa arrived to help and promptly disappeared when an outspread wing landed on his head and pushed him under. Krol's head came close again, trying for some sort of mischief. Rhys dodged but when he dived and wrapped both arms tight around the probing beak he was lifted, yelling, into the air and tossed, with a quick sideways flick, to splash down some five or six metres away. When two fierce eyes focused on Kieran he reached rapidly to see what was coming ... Nothing for him, but Tan, watching from his apparently safe position, was surely going to be surprised. Krol's head and neck dipped suddenly under then lifted so a surge of water rolled backwards to drench his rider. Tan’s total surprise was compounded when widespread wings also dipped then raised in a V shape. More water cascaded and a bedraggled looking Tan made the wise decision that, despite being fully clothed, he'd be better off in the oasis. Everyone else was practically helpless with laughter. ***
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    That is a beautiful garden.
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    Chapter 24

    A steep learning curve for Kieran - and what about those nosy Coursers?
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    Chapter 24

    Wow! I love the 'onion' description. It's so very apt. Yes. Ranevargar's healing affects what Keiran learns significantly - as we will soon see.
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    Chapter 24

    Lol - and about time too! BUT - how strong and how knowledgeable? - and what's with those Coursers spying out his Realm?
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    Chapter 24

    Chapter 24. Kieran reluctantly opened an eye and took in the glowing green where bright light from outside was making the plants hanging across the shelter entrance translucent. Neat! What was the time? He twisted sideways beneath the luxurious softness of his cover for a better look, then sat up to centre his thoughts. What was the time? ... And where was everyone? He scrambled hurriedly to the little alcove to relieve himself, slipped into his clothes, then pulled the entrance vines to one side. "Good morning, master Kieran. When you have had food and drink I will take you to Ranevargar." "Where’s everyone else?" "They were very busy familiarising themselves with their new travel supplies and then Gryl took them exploring when it became clear you needed a longer rest." Kieran switched the background connection he always kept with Rhys to the foreground and surprised Penron with his exclamation. "Sorry, Penron. I had to laugh because Rhys's excitement is so contagious. Can I carry some breakfast with me so I don't keep Ranevargar waiting?" "Break ... Fast? Yes of course." Ten minutes later Kieran was sitting with Ranevargar and wishing he’d brought more of the honey bread stuff with him. "Ah! You are well rested I see, Kieran. The others will be with us shortly but in the meantime I have a great deal to show you." "What about the deep look into my mind you were going to do last night? I feel like it's important." "So do I, but let us try a few exercises first which will enlighten as well as help. Link with me as closely as you can." Linking was easy but Kieran wasn't sure what closely meant. "You are already close, Kieran, but practice will bring you even closer. Follow and watch while I make a familiar link." Kieran followed and automatically looked to a distant branch where the small flock of joker birds must be. "Use your mind rather than your physical eyes to gather information, Kieran. Follow closely now while I focus on an individual." That was a much practised skill which Kieran already knew. "Yes, but you only use it at an elementary level and you can do far more. Watch my patterns, as you call them, and try them for yourself." An actual image of several small flowers nestled between green leaves appeared in Ranevargar's mind and Kieran, understanding that this was a joker bird’s real-life view, eagerly watched and stored the variation to his own pattern. "Good. Now try it without my help." After a moment of blurriness the head of another joker bird appeared and Kieran felt like yelling with delight. "Wonderful, Kieran. You’re grasping the pattern for sight, now watch and learn the patterns for taste and smell." Five minutes later Ranevargar switched the target animal. "Something new now. Ride my mind, Kieran." After a breathtaking reach, which Kieran had no hope of copying, a new image showed clear in Ranevargar's mind. Grass? Gods! This was one of the deer creatures. Instructions passed from Ranevargar and the creature’s head lifted to gaze at a grassy clearing and a beautiful little waterfall. "The pattern for sight, Kieran, try it for yourself." That was no problem and Kieran even sent an instruction to look towards the remnants of their old campfire. "Well done! Now can you manage completely on your own?" The link snapped abruptly but Kieran didn't even try to make a reconnection. "No way, Ranevargar! It's so far away I couldn't manage it without an enormous call on my Opal." "Interesting. Ride with me again and watch closely, but on no account make any attempt at control. There is information you should see." Ranevargar made another breathtaking reach which told Kieran they'd covered a great distance again, and when an image of startling clarity showed the view of a lake far below, a familiar pattern said this was an Eagle or Courser. The image became secondary and a sense of purpose primary. This Courser had powerful instructions to search for any sign of a group of ground travellers. In rapid succession Ranevargar switched seven more times to new Coursers, each with the same overriding purpose. "Early this morning Lord Uirebon made contact, with a forceful request to pass on information I might have about any travellers or unusual occurrences within my Realm. I told him, with great concern, that my Guardians have been hard pressed to manage a surge of Chaos Incursions as well as a fearsome beast from the Unordered Realm, and I gave notice that if the rate of incursion continues I will need an infusion of Nexus energy from the High King." "Lord Uirebon is the one who rules the study Realm isn't he?" "Yes, and this means that yet another Realm Lord is actively involved in the matter of you and your companions. The orders for the Coursers all carry his signature." "Are any of the Coursers close enough to see Rhys and everyone else? ... No, I know they’re not, but they travel very quickly and I don't know the distances." "One is tracking this way but it won't arrive for more than an hour and when it does arrive it won't see anything unusual." "Three rulers of Realms are after us? It's crazy. I wish we knew why." "I very much agree, Kieran. I made my puzzlement very clear but Uirebon offered no explanation and kept his thoughts behind a powerful shield." Kieran made a kind of mental snort. "He wouldn't keep me out ... unless he’s different." "Maybe, but that would be most unwise. Your strength and technique would be sufficient but a Realm Lord has centuries of experience to call on." "I know. It aggravates me, that's all. They’d probably figure out where we are and send more of those Spook things after us ... Do you know how to control them, Ranevargar? They don't seem to have minds." "Physical dissolution is the only way, Kieran. They are constructs formed without an independent mind so the purpose of the maker cannot be changed." "You said construct with the same kind of feeling you use for the Realm Trees. Is that how you talk about unusual creatures?" "Yes, but the Fetches are an inferior class of construct ... Find your companions and sneak into their minds." "Without their permission? That's not our rule." "They gave it when I explained this exercise to them earlier and alerted them to be wary for any sign of intrusion." "It's hardly an exercise, Ranevargar. I know them all so well it's not even an effort." "Practise with your newly improved patterns to show me what they are experiencing, and at the same time influence their behaviour without their knowledge." Kieran reached and was instantly flooded with Rhys's excitement. That wasn't what Ranevargar wanted though, so he built a similar pattern to the ones that had given direct sight access with the Joker bird and the deer. Wow! The surroundings, visible past Gryl's head, were racing by at an unbelievable speed. "Relay to me, Kieran ... That's better ... Now make Rhys look at your other companions." Kieran started a bit of a push for Rhys to look behind but immediately stopped because the speed was so great and Rhys was focused so strongly with holding on during this high-speed burst. "Not at the moment. It's too dangerous for him." "Yes, I see. Add another sense and relay that to me as well." Motion added to the mix along with the rush of air making moisture stream from Rhys's eyes. "Can you feel all that, Ranevargar?" "Yes, Kieran. So much exhilaration and excitement is captivating. Switch to Gryl's mind before he finishes his dash and taste the same experience from another viewpoint." For the next while Kieran followed Ranevargar's directions in switching through all his companions minds, relaying everything, and sneakily controlling some of their actions. "Enough, Kieran. I've just told Gryl it is time to return. Can you see how the steady relay process has opened your mind to me? Watch as closely as you can while I probe more deeply." Kieran did watch but the process was very complicated and more than he could properly follow. Eventually he sensed Ranevargar's withdrawal and return to ordinary surface thoughts. "Did you find anything important, Ranevargar?" "I'm not sure. I get the impression that there are barriers in your mind which are beyond my ability to find. There is also a strange uniformity to your older memories which puzzles me." "Uniform memories? What does that mean?" "Memories range in strength according to importance, your frame of mind, their association with other memories and many other factors. Your recent memories vary with your older ones." "How long ago? My memories did get changed once, but I fixed that." "The difference is subtle but your College memories show a more natural variance." Movement distracted Kieran when the Griffins sailed into view and then again as the great mob of Panthers, four of them mounted, bounded from behind the Realm Trees. "More later, Kieran." The excitement and eagerness to share their adventure radiated from all four companions and Rhys could hardly contain himself while he unclipped and slid recklessly from Gryl’s back. "Yo! Slugsy! Wait till we tell you what you missed. Riding Gryl’s as exciting as flying with Krol and we saw where the Realm Trees drink water from the lake ... Have you been awake long? We saw a flock of birds bigger than a cloud fly out of the Realm Trees and Krol did acrobatics right through the middle of them. You won't believe what it feels like when the Panthers start to race." "I know some of it, Rhys. Ranevargar taught me how to piggyback your mind and I watched the bit when you were racing." "Watched? What does that mean?" "I'll tell you later." "Okay. Hang on while I take Gryl’s saddle off. He can't do it by himself." Penron and the other three hosts appeared and in a very short time everyone was gathered round Ranevargar with the thrill of their adventure pushed aside by an overriding curiosity about what they saw as a far more important event. Kieran wondered about that then saw how much they’d discussed the Realm Trees portal function while he was asleep. "Are you ready, everyone? Kieran, Krol, and I will disappear for a while, then reappear, depending on how quickly I can marshal my resources. Kieran, the pattern I use is much simpler than the one you tapped into when you brought everyone to the Realms and I'm hopeful that after several trials you will master it for yourself." Kieran was totally taken aback. "Um! ... Aren't we all going? We made a big decision that it's important never to get separated." Kieran very quickly sent the image of the campfire discussion which showed how strong this had been for all of them. "Hmm! I don't see how we can manage this. I have a similar need to keep at least one Guardian with me at all times and such a portal would exhaust me. My energy is limited." Woorawa had an instant answer. "Hey! Energy’s nothing. Kieran can give you some from his Opal ... That's easy isn't it, Kieran?" "Yes! I can easily make a mind pool like I do for Rhys's healing or the Spook ropes ... or I could help you transfer some to your Pearl if that would help." "There are still problems, Kieran. My recovery from such an extensive portal would be slow." Rhys started waving his hands like a crazy man. "No it won't. We’ll zap you and you'll feel good as new straight away." Kieran was completely puzzled by the great wash of uncertainty flooding Ranevargar's mind. He'd seen, almost first hand, what Rhys's healing had done for Krol, so there was something slightly off about this reaction. Pulling some recollection from their recent session he probed past Ranevargar's surface thoughts and saw reluctance to even accept the possibility of help. "Ranevargar, hold still while we show you how good a boost feels. Rhys, rest your hands on Ranevargar's temples. We know that works best." This was Kieran using his command voice. Ranevargar froze, Rhys leapt to comply and everyone else stared in startlement. Kieran pooled the normal amount of energy they used for a boost and reached to cover Rhys's hands with his own. The energy disappeared, drained to nothing when Rhys's healing gift took every possible skerrick of resource for its own purpose. Totally unprepared, Kieran sent a call for Opal help in the moment before the overwhelming demand from Rhys washed his consciousness away. ... What? A gentle hand caressed his forehead and he opened his eyes at Mr B's touch. "Just relax and wake yourself up properly when you’re ready, Kieran. Rhys and Ranevargar are still asleep but they must be nearly awake because they’ve both got that relaxed kind of smile that happens when Rhys’s zap fixes something." Kieran sat up then blinked with the surprise of seeing Krol's fierce features staring at him with an unreadable look. Pressed close and sitting motionless, every Griffin and Panther also stared at him with a disconcerting quietness. "They all went into shock and nearly frightened us to death till Krol saw that Ranevargar wasn't hurt." Kieran's gathering wits wondered at that but checking Rhys and Ranevargar was first priority, particularly Ranevargar, who'd somehow made a routine energy boost turn into a full zap event. "Was I asleep for very long, Mr B?" "About five minutes but you started stirring almost straight away." Kieran had a fleeting thought, as he reached for Ranevargar's mind, that the energy pool must have buffered him against the full effect. Whoo! Ranevarga’s sleeping mind, without the complexity and strain of consciousness, was curiously different. It was a good difference too, more relaxed but at the same time humming with life. Was the zap causing that, or was it the normal restoration process of a sleep state? Whatever it was it looked good so Kieran grabbed Rhys's hand, called enough energy to help him wake up, and smiled when his eyes twitched open. "Sheba, Kieran! That was ... Gods! They’re all staring." "Help me wake Ranevargar up, Rhys. I don't know why but you zapped us all. Just a little boost because he’s almost awake anyway." Rhys sat up and took in all the surrounding watchers before reaching to Ranevargar. "Another boost? We might get zapped again." "We won't. I'm ready this time." And indeed, the patterns Kieran had learned with the two big healings were now well and truly in place, but covering Rhys's hand with his own showed they weren't necessary. A smaller than usual, but quite normal energy boost, flowed and Ranevargar woke. Kieran, connected to Ranevargar's mind as a kind of precaution, watched the relaxation of a moment ago explode into a kaleidoscope of mental activity. For an instant he recognised introspection but then, beyond his comprehension, a multitude of links reached in every direction. "What have you done?" The words, spoken softly but sounding like a great shout in Kieran's mind, were rhetorical and quite unanswerable. "You’re all right, Ranevargar. You just got zapped." Ranevargar removed his hands from the double grip holding them and, with a gesture that looked like a kind of blessing, rested his fingertips on Rhys's head. Rhys peered, stunned and speechless, through the soft green glow which appeared. Ranevargar turned and transferred the touch, and for the few seconds while the glow tinged everything he saw with green, Kieran's mind and body tingled with the happiness and gratitude he was receiving. A request for assistance shone clear in Kieran's mind and, seeing the need and yearning behind it, he impulsively opened a channel to his Opal and let the energy flow. The green glow spread and with it went an overwhelming feeling of joy. Kieran's senses reeled. His voice joined his companions and hosts in a shout of sheer exhilaration. Griffin heads lifted, panther roars joined in a thunderous chorus, and a myriad of birds burst from the Realm Trees to fill the air above with a wondrous high-pitched skirl of sound. Ranevargar's hands lifted from Kieran into a wide gesture and with them went a call for calm. All the sound and motion quieted and, over his steadying emotions, Kieran saw the brightness of Ranevargar's vast network of links subdue and recede. Ranevargar’s arms relaxed to his sides and his smile further calmed the hushed gathering. "Peace follows joy and I am restored. The Realm is renewed with your gift, Rhys." All eyes turned to Rhys. "Um! ... What have I done?" Ranevargar chuckled and the air of high drama disappeared. "A healing, Rhys, and I will explain later but you have also made our group portal possible ... Ready yourself to depart." "Ready? ... Now? All the animals just went crazy and you'll leave them? ... And how do we get ready?" Kieran wondered why Ranevargar wasn't explaining more, then saw that that would happen while he was recovering after the portal. "The animals are happy and quite used to my departure." Kieran took over because he saw that Ranevargar was just making an announcement rather than asking for some sort of preparation. "We’ll join up like we do for the Wall crossings, Rhys. I don't think it matters but it’ll be a good backup." There was a scramble of movement and Kieran laughed as eight hands latched firmly on. "This is going to be like moving through the Wall. I can just tell ... Ranevargar, where are we going?" "Kieran will choose our destination, Rhys." "I will?" "Yes, concentrate, Kieran. Watch carefully while I show you the identity of the first grove and when you have that fixed in your mind we will learn all the rest." A new pattern appeared in Ranevargar's mind. No, not quite new. There was a strangely familiar feel about it. Approval washed to Kieran. "This is our current Grove, Kieran. Without this pattern we cannot return." "I've got it." "Show me." One by one Ranevargar cycled through ten more location patterns, insisting each time that Kieran show he could make it himself. "They’re harder to hold in my mind than the one for here." "Only till you make a visit." "What's the hold up? We've been standing like this for nearly five minutes." "We are almost ready, Rhys. Kieran is learning the locations of all the groves in my Realm." "All? How many’s that?" "We are about to leave so I will let you discover that for yourself." "Which one, Ranevargar? How do I choose?" "We can reach them all, Kieran, but I suggest the Central Grove with its stronger support structure for a start." "Okay. Which one is it?" "The strongest pattern, Kieran. You tell me." That was easy. "Good and now I'm going to show you the connection between this Grove and our destination. Watch carefully because it's almost undetectable while it's passive. I'll have to activate it and hold it ready while you take it in. Ready?" "Yes." Something happened but Kieran couldn't figure it. "It's tricky till you know it. Look more outward rather than deeply into my mind this time." An external pattern? Well, if it was between two Groves it must be. Instead of looking for the pattern itself Kieran decided to track the signal Ranevargar was using to switch its active/passive condition. Yes, there was the off signal, a tiny current of mind energy. A second tiny current flared out and this time Kieran was watching the right place. "Wow! That’s beautiful, Ranevargar. It looks like silvery green spider silk stretching all the way between the two locations." "Excellent, Kieran, and interesting too because my mind interprets it as a current of green energy, like a river flowing ... Now. It's time to go. Take in as much as you can." Reality blurred, much as it had with the Wall crossings, but without the disturbing sensations of nausea and disorientation. Kieran’s senses blinked off then came straight on again and he was looking at the Realm Tree platform. No he wasn't. This platform was bigger with a different shaped edge. Everyone's hands dropped as they stared around, and to the side Krol stretched and then folded his wings. ***
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    Chapter 23

    Hmm! Interesting comment indeed. Keiran has certainly given his trust to Ranevargar, as have all the others. Ranevargar's also promised his welcome and protection while they're in his Realm. Maybe there's a reason behind his eagerness to know every tiny detail? - or might it just be natural curiosity about these decidedly interesting visitors? - we'll see!
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    Chapter 23

    Yes, almost an information overload. Hmm! Maybe Rane's independence and lack of interest in the doings of the High Court keeps him insulated from much that happens there.
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    Chapter 23

    Thanks again. I'm pleased with it now but it involved more thought and revision than any other chapter.
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    Chapter 23

    Yes, he is a full Realm Lord and quite different by 'design and preference. - the probing continues in the next chapter. And, yes, widderkin is another difference Ranevargar has to the rest of the realms.
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    Chapter 23

    Chapter 23. "Greetings young travellers. My name is Ranevargar. All my Realm welcomes you with gratitude and wonder." Kieran wasn't sure how to respond till a helpful image formed in his mind and he reached his own arms forward for a mutual wrist grasp. "Kieran is my name and thank you for your greeting." Kieran stepped straight back and indicated to Mr B to follow suit, with the sudden knowledge that this was a simple but very significant formality for Ranevargar. One by one, Rhys, Woorawa and Tan did the double wrist clasp, and when that was finished Ranevargar took a container from the person next to him, lifted it to his lips, then passed it to Kieran. Two mouthfuls was the right amount, then, savouring the wonderful sweet taste, Kieran passed the container on. "Why do you visit my Realm, Kieran? Do you seek my counsel?" "Yes please, and any help you can manage. Someone kidnapped Rhys and when we tried to rescue him we ended up here. We came through the White Wall to get away from monsters and we have no idea where we are, or why so many strange things are happening to us." "The White Wall?" Kieran called the image into his mind and Ranevargar reacted with surprise. "You came not by portal? That is a Boundary to my Realm and increases my confusion and wonder." Rhys's laugh broke the formality. "Confusion and wonder are our invisible friends. They must be because they follow us wherever we go, and coming through the White Wall is so confusing it nearly sends us crazy." Ranevargar took in the smiles and nods of agreement and turned to Kieran. “You have the power to pass a Boundary without knowledge of what it is. Keiran, your strange manner of dress suggests you come from beyond the Realms? Are you a mystical Great One from the human world?" That set Kieran back completely and Woorawa eagerly took over. "The Elders of my people call Kieran their friend and they used the same words to describe him. He brought us here from our world when Rhys was stolen from us." Ranevargar gave a look which conveyed great respect for Woorawa's forceful declaration and spoke with renewed formality. "I honour the wisdom of your Elders, young Woorawa, and I look forward to learning more of them. You have the appearance of the people of the dry continent on the Human world and you stand with Ranevargar, ruler of one of the Realms in this place which you sometimes call Faerie." Everyone stared in disbelief till Rhys broke the silence. "You’re saying you’re ... an elf?" "Yes, Rhys. I am an Elven Lord, a Realm ruler, and subject only to the High King. My greeting ceremony has bound me to welcome you all with my friendship and protection. My heart flows with gratitude for the wondrous gift of Krol's life." "... You don't ... You don't look like an elf! All our stories say elves have pointy ears." "A seeming only, and a discussion we will share along with many others ... Kieran, let us all take counsel after Pelnor guides you for a refreshing break." Kieran got the message and beckoned everyone to follow and find out what was used here as a toilet. Behind them Ranevargar and the other person, or apparently elf, moved closer to the griffins. A short while later the companions followed Pelnor to where Ranevargar was waiting at the open end of the clearing. As they approached, the grass underfoot stopped and the layer of soil supporting its growth gave way to solid wood. Wood? Kieran's puzzlement switched to astonishment when Ranevargar gestured them to a kind of balustrade, again made, apparently, of solid wood, with an outlook showing the great open plains stretching way into the distance and a vertical drop which he figured must be at least several hundred metres. To one side, and not far below, a number of giant branches jutted horizontally for thirty or forty metres. Understanding crystallised and Kieran whirled to take in the vegetation reaching high into the sky around the clearing. Yes, now that he was looking for them he could make out three massive tree crowns with a tangle of interlocking branches. "Rhys, these are the trees Woorawa could see. They’ve built a giant platform way up here for the griffins to land on." All heads switched upward from looking out and down, and then to Ranevargar for confirmation. "Yes, Kieran, this is a grove of my Realm Trees. The platform is fully alive and was grown rather than built, as is this small safety barrier. In a while you will see more when the Guardians take us to join Gryl and your steeds." Wonder at trees three hundred metres tall was shunted aside by the implication that the clearing was grown by design, and that in turn was displaced by Rhys's question. "What are the Guardians?" "You saved the life of the greatest of all Guardians, Rhys. Krol has served to protect my domain and helped vanquish every Chaos creature and incursion from the Unordered Realm for over 700 years. Replacing him is a work now beyond me." So many things to understand. Every sentence from Ranevargar contained some new puzzle. Kieran voiced their primary concern. "Can you send us home, Ranevargar, or help us find the way?" "The only way I know to reach your world is to portal through the Gateway Realm with the aid of the High King. My power is limited and very much restricted to happenings within this Realm, but I will do what I can. It is my right to seek such aid from the High King, Keiran, but without more knowledge I hesitate to do that since you can't have been brought here without his involvement." "A High King? Does that mean there are other kings and he rules over them?" "Yes, Rhys. I am one of four Realm Lords. The High King controls the Nexus energy which sustains our Realms and is responsible for ensuring their continued existence and well-being." "Is he a good king, or a bad king? I don't like him if he kidnaps innocent people." "I have always had respect for him, Woorawa. The Realms have long been managed with a mix of impartiality and independence and his underlying integrity has always had my support. Kidnapping a human is so far from my understanding of his nature that I suspect there must be matters involving the Realms ... Relate every detail of what has happened, Kieran, and we will see if we can make sense of it." "Well, our troubles really started when Woorawa came to Melbourne and discovered that Rhys had been moved away from our College and wiped out of our memories. We ..." Rhys spluttered, almost with indignation, and looked at Kieran as if he was crazy. "You've got to be kidding, Kieran. Funny things were happening way before that. The first weird thing I knew about was the way you swim and your migraines. And then at the Grampians the birds came to you and you zapped me." Mr B added to that. "Don't forget how fast he learns things, Rhys. That started even before you helped each other and became friends." Kieran looked to Ranevargar for guidance. "There are too many minor details, Ranevargar. We’ll be talking for hours if we tell you everything." "One minor detail, which seems insignificant now, might be the pathway to greater understanding, Kieran, so the more description I hear the better. We have time before we meet Gryl and your steeds, and after eating we can talk well into the night ... Start by telling me what these migraines are, Rhys, and what he does with them, and then we will hear how everyone else perceives them." A short while later, Ranevargar, after hearing Rhys and Kieran's version, listened to Mr B give his explanation of the zap event in the tent on the first trip to the Grampians, and called a halt. "Kieran, with your mind protection so strongly in place, I am missing details and associated thoughts about these interesting events. If your friends are happy for me to access their thoughts while they speak I can build a far better understanding." Kieran hesitated a moment then nodded his agreement. "I can't take the protections away, Ranevargar, that would be too dangerous for us, but I can let you through to anyone who’s okay with it." "You can safely release the protections while in my Realm. Nothing will harm you here." Kieran shook his head. This was the first time since they'd arrived that he knew he understood something better than Ranevargar. "No, someone knows our patterns so well they attacked us at home and then straight after we arrived. If I release the barrier they’ll know where we are and send the Spook things to get us." "What are Spook things?" When Kieran built an image of the Spooks attacking, Ranevargar registered surprise and then thoughtfulness. "They are a construct called a Fetch and controlled only by Realm Lords and the High King. Keep your astonishing shields in place at all times, Kieran, and continue with your stories." Kieran turned to everyone else. "Are you happy to let Ranevargar see your thoughts? He's been seeing mine ever since we met and it helps with understanding. He won't look at anything private unless you ask him to." "Does it hurt?" Typical Rhys. That brought a surprised look from Ranevargar and smiles from everyone else. "Idiot! If he looks in your mind he'll be the one suffering, not you ... It's the same as when you let me in for our practices, except he's a lot better at it than I am." "Will he make me think I'm a giant bullfrog?" Kieran gave Rhys an elbow in the ribs and told him to get serious. "That means it's okay, Ranevargar. He just likes saying weird things." Following Keiran’s obvious trust, everyone was completely okay with Ranevargar seeing their thoughts and the discourse continued with Rhys describing how the Medusa look got started. After another half an hour they'd reached the trip to Alice Springs but, after hearing Rhys and Woorawa describe their experience of the campfire healing, Ranevargar reluctantly called a halt and said it was time to meet Gryl. Kieran knew Ranevargar was particularly interested to see this meeting because he'd been invited to follow the questioning as best he could and watch not only what information was received but also the reaction to it. "Our transport is about to arrive, Rhys, and since you arrived in such a precipitous rush, Krol is eager to give you a more relaxed view of my Realm Trees." Kieran was curious. He hadn't seen any contact with Krol in Ranevargar's mind and, since there was no sign of him anywhere in the sky, he wondered how Ranevargar knew he was close. Instantly the link became obvious, and so strong Kieran took a more careful look at it’s structure. Amazing! Somehow it was a natural part of Ranevargar's mind. Krol and five other griffins appeared from behind the wall of tree foliage, gliding effortlessly closer and then landing one by one. The spectacle pushed all other thoughts from Kieran's mind till, following Ranevargar’s mind link to the griffins, he sensed a whole bunch of communication. Ranevargar turned to Rhys and gestured towards Krol. "Lead the way, Rhys. Krol was torn between his loyalty to me and his new life bond with you, and I've just told him it honours me to cede you right of position as his rider." Rhys surprised everyone by giving Ranevargar a little bow of respect before moving to Krol and receiving the usual chest nudge. The launch into flight was very different this time and, in turn, the griffins moved to the drop-off and, with outspread wings, fell into a glide. Kieran’s stomach rose for an instant then settled as Kron steadied and moved to keep close behind Krol as they left the trees and cruised toward the lake. When Mr B, on the sixth Griffin, caught up, the flight gained extra height then wheeled in leisurely circles above the grove of Emperor trees. Kieran smiled at himself. They'd called them Emperor trees so much it was stuck in his mind. From this changing viewpoint there were clearly four, three forming a surprisingly symmetrical triangle, with the fourth and significantly higher tree growing right in the centre of that triangle. Kieran's mathematical bent found the regularity intriguing and he sent a query to ask Ranevargar if it was natural or by design. It was by design but they'd all see more for themselves when they landed. The griffins lost height now, gliding beside the trees for a closer look, and as they neared the ground the perspective changed. The real size sent a surge of awe through Kieran and the excitement of landing was completely overshadowed when the griffins touched down in the lee of a gigantic wooden buttress, angling upward to the closest tree. Gryl was waiting though, and ranged behind him were all the other Panthers. When everyone was dismounted Gryl approached Ranevargar and received a lingering touch to his head. Kieran watched, because Ranevargar had sent message he should, as Gryl's mind and body quivered with achingly beautiful joy. Gryl moved to stand proudly beside Ranevargar while his mate, and then all the others, approached. With each touch to a proud head Kieran's understanding of the bond between Ranevargar and the animals of this Realm built till the wonder of it sent his body into goosebumps. Rhys bumped against him and spoke softly into his ear. "Are you all right, Kieran? You've got a funny look." "Ranevargar’s letting me share his meeting with the Panthers and it's too amazing. It's so beautiful I've gone shaky at the knees. It's hard to believe, but I think that he looks after every animal in the whole Realm ... I'll tell you more later." Any discussion would have to be later because the reception was finished and Gryl's attention had turned. Kieran started with surprise at the request which Ranevargar had just placed in his mind then reached with his own hand to touch the top of Gryl's head. Something sparkled through his mind at the moment of physical contact, not the all-encompassing joy of a moment ago, but definitely a hint of it, and extra to the usual link. Gryl swung his head in a big arc and his amusement flared as a playful chest bump knocked an unexpecting Rhys to the ground. "You great lump. You could at least have warned me." A paw the size of an elephant's foot very carefully massaged Rhys's chest, and Kieran watched a muscle twitch in response when Rhys tried bending one of Gryl’s retracted claws. "Help! Help! Grab his tail, Tan. Pull his ears off, Woorawa, and you can make him think he's turned into a mouse, Kieran." A quick check showed that Ranevargar was curious about all this so Kieran led the attack. It only lasted a short while though because George and the other two horses were watching from behind the rest of the Panthers and also eager for attention. Ranevargar watched everything and Kieran could see his huge interest in every interaction that was going on. "Food is prepared, Kieran, and we can rejoin Gryl and your steeds when that is finished." Kieran sent assurances to the horses and discovered they'd already received them. The group now walked towards the great pillar of the closest Realm Tree, following beside the buttress and staring up sixty or seventy metres to where it's top joined the main body of the tree. "The outer layer of trees each help the stability of the Grove with a living anchor, Kieran, and the inner layers all join by growing their branches together." Mr B was extra curious. "What do you mean by inner layers, Ranevargar? There’s only one inner tree." "Two of my Groves are bigger, Mr B." Kieran smiled because Ranevargar was using the group’s name. "And my Central Grove spreads far with many, many trees ... Here we are. These chambers have been established for our comfort." Kieran, along with everyone else, stared around with interest and took everything in. He’d expected the trunk to be enormous, but standing here was like standing next to a curving wall. On the left was the triangular structure of the great buttress but, dwarfing that, the main trunk rose to where the lowest branches hid the upper reaches from view. On the right the trunk itself curved slowly away. "How far round is it?" "I'm not familiar with your terms for distance, Woorawa, but I think one hundred good strides would be close. Follow that path around and tell us your finding. I see your companions share your curiosity." "Around? To the buttress and then back again you mean?" "No, the Managers have provided a walk through." Another puzzle. Woorawa looked to see who else would make this interesting side trip then moved off with everyone except Mr B, who only had to wait a couple of minutes to learn that it had taken 108 steady strides for Rhys and 115 for Woorawa. "What's your estimate for the actual circumference, Kieran?" "... At least ninety metres, which means its diameter’s about thirty metres straight through." Ranevargar pulled aside a curtain of leafy vines hanging just where he was standing and gestured for everyone to enter. Kieran entered a narrow room where four people were sitting at a long table laden with food and drink. His eyes lingered a moment then turned to check the clusters of large glowing flowers lighting the room. "Wow! Fruit! I can't believe how much I'm looking forward to ... Double wow! Are those plants glowing by themself, Kieran? Or is it like the glow you make?" As far as Kieran could tell it was natural, but he waited for Ranevargar to explain. "Many plants and animals can make light, Rhys, and we use the effect in some of our living spaces." "We call it bioluminescence at home." "... Life light ... Yes, Tan. That is a precise description. The Tree Managers have enhanced these flowers to make our life more comfortable." "Tree Managers? The same ones who cut the tunnel all the way through the buttress?" "Yes, the same ones, Rhys, but it wasn’t cut. It was grown." Ranevargar introduced Deltar and Tenlon who, along with Pelnor and Manen, had evidently gathered the food, and everyone tucked in eagerly. Big platters of what looked like earthenware were loaded with all sorts of food, and the companions followed the example of their hosts in choosing what and how to eat. Manen took what looked like a golden, cooked potato, and Rhys, sitting opposite, was surprised to hear a distinct crunch when about a third of the almost spherical food was bitten off. "What’s that, Manen? It looks like potato." "It is rumin, the kernel of a large pod from a plant which we grow in symbiosis with the Trees, and one of our staple foods. It is particularly nutritious and very tasty. Try one." Rhys’s first bite was cautious but then his face lit up and there were smiles all round at the eager crunching sound after a much more enthusiastic bite. "Man, this is unbelievable. I could live off these." That led to quite a chorus of crunches as everyone else tried one and pleased smiles from the five hosts. Ranevargar pointed to a platter with hand sized slices, about a finger thick, with dark brown material edged all round with white. "This is even tastier, Rhys, and our main substitute for meat." "You don’t eat meat?" "It’s unnecessary with the bounty of the Realm Trees, and rarely practised in this Realm." Rhys bit into a slice and once again his eyes lit up. "Weird! It’s not meat but at the same time it sort of is. Chew a piece, Keiran, you’re going to love this." "Chew? Is it tough?" "No, but you can’t just bite and swallow. It’s kind of heavy but when you finish you’ll want another slice. What’s the story with this stuff, Ranevargar?" Ranevargar waited till four more mouths were happily chewing before answering. "It’s a special fungus which grows in plant material which collects where large branches grow from the main trunk." "Fungus! You’re kidding!" "You’re bonkers, Rhys. Mushrooms are fungus and you always tell me I haven’t cooked enough when we have them at home." "Well, I suppose! … Tan’s the best cook ever, Ranevargar … Is there some reason why that food has brighter colours?" He pointed to a big platter near the end of the table "It is a selection chosen for soft texture and sweeter taste. The brightness of the colours is a signal of readiness for eating." Pelnor filled their mugs, again earthenware and rather large, with a delicious tingly liquid which tasted strongly of honey. Questions flowed and the group learned that everything they were eating and drinking came from the Realm Trees and that the four hosts lived here permanently and represented Ranevargar who had arrived from what he called his Central Grove. For a while Woorawa was very much the centre of attention when he described some of the Central Australian wildlife. Manen was particularly fascinated to hear about rock wallabies and was amazed when Ranevargar relayed Kieran's mental image of the pair at the Nature Park. "They carry their young in a special pocket of skin? What a wonderful idea." "Lots of our animals have pouches. All the kangaroos and wallabies and possums and even some of the little mice." "Don't forget the koalas and wombats, Rhys. They have pouches too, but the opening faces their back legs." "What? Are you sure, Mr B? The babies would fall out." "I'm sure, Rhys. I went on trip to a special sanctuary and the keepers explained it all. The wombats dig burrows with their powerful front claws and the pouch has to face backwards so the dirt doesn't get in with the young." When Ranevargar relayed Mr B's memories of these animals to the four hosts Kieran jolted with disbelief at the question which resulted. "No, Manen. That is beyond our resources." Mr B and the others weren't part of this mind talk so Kieran explained. "Menon asked Ranevargar if he could make some animals like koalas and wombats for this Realm but he hasn't got enough energy." "Make them? You mean bring them don’t you?" This was for Ranevargar to explain. "Kieran has it right, Rhys. Watch my hands." He touched his fingers and thumbs together, rested them on the wooden bench next to a platter of purple and orange fruit, then closed his eyes till a soft green glow filled the little enclosure of his hands. A small bud appeared then opened and grew a slender shoot with two tiny green leaves. "Life and the nurture of living things is my special gift, Rhys, and this Realm is my sanctuary for all the creatures you will see here." Ranevargar closed his eyes again and the little shoot shrank back into the surface of the table. "Was that a real plant? Kieran shows us things like that but we know he's putting them into our minds. He turned Woorawa into a giant bullfrog once and it was so real we could feel the moisture and softness, like the frogs we told you about." "Yes, the plant was real, Rhys, but I returned it to the living structure of the table because without a lot more effort it would have quickly withered." "And you can make animals the same way?" "I have that knowledge, Woorawa, though it would be more accurate to say I change the form of a life that already exists. The shoot you just saw was adapted from the structure of the Realm Tree." "You mean this table is alive and it's part of the tree?" "Yes, Woorawa. As I mentioned, these shelters are the work of the Tree Managers. Under the guidance of our hosts they keep the Realm Trees healthy and functional." Tan regarded Ranevargar with renewed awe. "Krol and the Panthers came from you?" "Yes. I had great vigour in earlier times, Tan. Krol leads my air guardians and Gryl oversees creatures of the land." "What about water creatures then? Krol and Gryl can't watch over them." "A perceptive thought, Tan. Yes, I do indeed have Water Guardians and if the opportunity presents itself you will meet them." The two sets of images appearing in everyone's minds lit up Tan’s face. "Dolphins? They’re sort of like dolphins, and the big ones are something like killer whales with different colour patterns. I love dolphins but I've never seen a real one so I hope we do get a chance to see them." The information coming with the images showed the bigger ones guarding the sea and the smaller ones looking after the freshwater lakes. "Tell me what happened when you reached Kieran's home with intact memories, Woorawa. I suspect your Elders must have given you some manner of protection." "My uncle did teach me special chants and they help when Kieran and I have mind battles. It was really strange when I arrived because no one even knew Rhys except as a vague memory, and Kieran went all weird when I showed him Rhys's picture." The conversation continued with descriptions of everything that had happened till the arrival at the waterfall and Ranevargar very politely asked if it was possible to experience what happened with Woorawa's campfire ceremonies. That meant leaving the tree shelter and gathering several hundred metres away where someone had collected a pile of dry timber. It was quite a gathering too, with Griffins, all the Panthers who’d travelled with them, along with their four hosts and Ranevargar, all watching while Woorawa put his energy and spirit into a dance showing the bravery of the three Griffins, the sadness when Krol was wounded, and the joy when he first stretched his wings after Rhys and Kieran's healing. When it ended Ranevargar surprised Woorawa with the same apparently formal touch of recognition he'd used with the Panthers and everyone else jolted with the shock of ten powerful Griffin voices piercing the night with a chorus of acclamation. Ranevargar spread his hands toward the campfire and Kieran couldn't help backing away when flames leapt higher with a great whoosh and formed into a giant glowing Griffin with showers of sparks cascading spectacularly all round, and incandescent red eyes tracking Rhys's scramble for safety. The fiery head inclined to Rhys, and then to Kieran, and the whole thing collapsed to nothing. Rhys looked wonderingly at Ranevargar. "Did you really shape the flames or was it one of Kieran's mind tricks?" "A memory for you, Rhys, lacking the genius of Woorawa's motion and spirit, but adding to his tribute." He left Rhys's question unanswered and sat cross-legged with a nod indicating everyone should join him. Rhys dropped to the ground then laughed when Gryl crouched near and butted his head against his side. "Can you make up a dance for Gryl and the Panthers, Woorawa? I think he’s feeling left out." Gryl wasn't, but now that he'd been challenged Woorawa would come up with something. For the next while Ranevargar watched while the group involved themselves in a run through of the mental exercises Woorawa had built into a routine. It wasn't just watching though because as soon as he understood a purpose he would join in or show a more effective technique. Everyone had happily agreed for both Kieran and Ranevargar to mentally watch their efforts and Kieran was astonished at the deft way Ranevargar was putting images in his friend’s minds and nudging their efforts to more effectiveness. He was learning far more for himself though, and when he wondered how Ranevargar could do so many things with so little effort the clear mind voice of their first meeting sounded with a touch of amusement in his head. "These skills should be easy for me, Kieran. I have had millennia of practice. Follow my pattern and speak directly to Tan. When you succeed with him the others will follow easily." Tan's face lit up, and then again when Kieran followed Ranevargar's message with one of his own. "That feels unreal, Kieran. Are the others hearing it too?" Rhys, Mr B and Woorawa looked at him curiously then one by one registered their own surprise as Kieran practised this new way of communication. Rhys loved it and, thinking it was completely private, made a very personal suggestion which sent the blood rushing to Kieran's face. "Rhys, Ranevargar’s teaching me how to do this and he can hear everything." Rhys wasn't even one bit embarrassed, though he did look for Ranevargar's reaction. Kieran's own check found a matter-of-fact acceptance and a hint of approval. Approval? "Of course, Kieran. It is an expression of the powerful bond you share." Rhys spoke up. "You’re talking about me aren't you?" Ranevargar nodded and when Rhys turned to him with his special smile, Kieran realised there’d been a private communication he hadn't heard. There was still a lot more to learn about this mind speaking. "Show Ranevargar how you make a flame without the Opal, Kieran. That's one of the hardest things for you and he might be able to see if you’re doing something wrong, or if there’s a better technique." "Without an energy source, Woorawa? That can't be right." "He can, but it's so hard we make him practice." Woorawa passed a twig across and Kieran, focusing to build a hotspot, jumped with surprise at the cry of alarm and the wave of negation flooding his mind. "Kieran, that process is extremely dangerous. Eighteen centuries ago it's misuse caused the death of a Realm Lord and most of his subjects." "Dangerous?" "Energy must come from somewhere and you are drawing on the life force of your own body. A continued drain could leave you insensible and even incapacitated. I don't understand how you can do this." "Rhys just gives me a booster zap and I'm okay again ... You think we should stop practising this?" Kieran watched a great swirl of thought mix with astonishment and concern. "... I advise you so but I really don't know. At the very least you should make sure Rhys is always present and ready to help ... Show me how you order the flow of energy from your artefact. I wonder if it might be protecting you without your knowledge." Rhys grabbed Kieran's bare arm, the boost happened, and then Kieran switched the Opal energy in and out several times for Ranevargar. "Extraordinary! Would you be happy for me to examine your artefact, Kieran? It is very much a puzzle." Without hesitation Kieran unclasped the chain, handed the Opal over, and watched Ranevargar close his eyes. Seeing this concentration, everyone sat quietly for several minutes. Kieran, watching with his unique access to Ranevargar's mind, tried, with little understanding, to follow what was happening. There was a sense of probing, a small flow of energy from the Opal which turned to a blue glow round Ranevargar's hands, then a larger flow when the blue brightened and extended to envelop all of Kieran. Most surprising of all for Kieran, just before Ranevargar opened his eyes, was the impression of a link between the Opal and something else. While Kieran reclasped the chain he watched Ranevargar's unfathomable thought change to a far more comfortable state of puzzlement overlaid with wonder "Your artefact is a new thing for me, Kieran. It has the appearance and all the qualities of what we call a Stone of Power, but it is far more than that and I sensed strength at a level beyond my reach." Ranevargar smiled and reached inside his tunic. "Yes, Tan. I can explain a Stone of Power and, indeed, show you mine." He undid the lacing of a little pouch then extended his hand so everyone could view the beautiful white sphere glistening in his palm. "And yes, it is a pearl, a beautiful pearl which came from the human world at the time of separation." "You used to live with humans before you came here?" "Not personally, Tan. The separation happened thousands of years before my time, but we did live on Earth till our ways clashed with the rest of humanity and we had to leave." "Elves are really humans? That doesn't make sense to me. We don't live for a thousand years or build plants with our bare hands … though there was a guy called Methuselah who was meant to live for ages." "That was exactly the problem, Rhys. When our people developed new knowledge of the human mind and started unlocking some of its deep abilities, ordinary people were taught to fear the difference and a great persecution forced our adepts to build a refuge. The six Realms of Faerie are the result." "Six? ... We've seen the Spook place and Dead World and yours, so what are the others?" "Your memories tell me you arrived in the Realm of Maynor, a Lord of great power, and we call your Dead World the Unordered or Lost Realm. Lady Narello has closed the borders to her Realm and in recent times directed her subjects to study the arts of Chaos. Lord Uirebon's Realm is a peaceful and pleasantly structured place, mostly dedicated to learning and the recovery of old knowledge. The Gateway Realm is the pinnacle Elven achievement, the only passageway to your world, and controlled by the High King because of its importance." Ranevargar reached his open hand to Kieran. "A Stone of Power is linked to the structure of each Realm and the High King entrusts an Elf lord of suitable strength and standing with its use. Examine mine, Kieran. You will find it enlightening." Kieran stared at the glistening orb resting in his palm and gently tested its surface with the pointer finger of his other hand. "It's so smooth and beautiful, Ranevargar, and the colour is really interesting. At first it was pure white but when I look closely there’s a tinge of green." Rhys leaned his head closer. "No there's not. You’re seeing things, Kieran. There’s a reddish colour reflecting on the side near the campfire but there’s no ... Hey! There is green. I can see it now." Kieran didn't answer because his fingers tingled and a soft green glow followed the spread of a familiar sensation through his arm. "Why is it green, Ranevargar? This is exactly what happened the first time I held my Opal, except it was blue." "Green manifests naturally when energy is drawn from my Pearl. I believed you would sense the power within, but somehow you have started an activation as well. Pass it around to see any other reactions." Kieran gave the Pearl to Rhys, quickly, because a sense of unease was rising in Ranevargar's mind. Unease? Understanding flashed when he remembered his own violent reaction when the outsider was accessing his Opal and trying to take it away. "Sorry, Ranevargar. I didn't realise what I was doing." "Nothing happens for me. I feel like I'm holding something precious but there’s no green. "I don't know how that was possible for you, Kieran, but my shocked sense of propriety is now controlled. We should study this further at some stage." "You mean Kieran might be able to get energy from this Pearl the same way he does from his Opal?" "There is no might about it, Mr B. We saw it start to happen. Somehow he established a connection despite my Pearl being uniquely aligned to me. If he put his mind to it he would be able to call on the limited energy it has available." Woorawa was holding the Pearl now, but he stopped examining it while he asked his own question. "That’s a big difference then, because Kieran’s Opal gives him whatever he needs. It seems like the more he uses it the more he can get out of it." "Yes, Woorawa, and even the properties I do recognise and understand add to its mysterious nature. The energy stored in a Stone of Power comes from the one source of energy which powers the very existence of the Realms. We call it the Nexus and without it the Realms would dissolve into the Chaos they hold at bay." "Chaos? The way you say it makes it sound like a real thing instead of a mix-up." "It's very real, Rhys. You felt it's touch each time you entered one of the Boundaries." "Chaos is a good name then. The Wall makes you feel like you’re going crazy." Tan was holding the Pearl now and he had his own question. "How does the energy get into it, Ranevargar?" "I put it there, Tan, but it is more complicated than that. The basic structure and maintenance of a Realm is an automatic function of the Nexus but the overlay of purpose and design comes from excess energy which the High King controls and directs. The demands for that energy are in ceaseless contention and my Realm has little importance in the concerns of the High Court. I am limited with how much I can store for personal use." "That's unfair. Why don't you build your own Nexus gadget and have as much energy as you like?" Kieran watched the flow of surprise in Ranevargar's mind as, quite taken aback, he considered this idea of Tan’s. "What an extraordinary idea, Tan .... The possibilities would be endless ... Tempting and at the same time fraught with complication and difficulty. It would completely change the working of all Faerie. It can't happen though. The knowledge of how to construct a Nexus passed with the adepts at the time of separation." "Tan always has good ideas, but if you really need more energy this one seems like common sense to me." "Common sense would be of little concern to the Realm Lords, Rhys. The struggle between them for power and influence is never-ending and only controlled by their reliance on the Nexus energy the High King distributes. A new source of power would disrupt the balance of all Faerie." "Are they all bad?" "Not bad, Rhys. Highly ambitious is a more accurate way to describe them, especially Lady Narello and Lord Maynor. Lord Uirebon holds his Realm by virtue of knowledge and the friendship of the High King." "What about the High King then? Is he ambitious too?" "Very much so, Rhys. The position of High King is one of strength and can be challenged for at any time. Aglaron has held his position for 1200 years and held off two such attempts with relative ease. His ambition is tempered by long experience and the integrity I have already mentioned." "Would you ever think of being High King if you had the extra power?" Ranevargar gave Woorawa a penetrating look before answering. "That is a deep question, young Woorawa. Through the experiences and considerations of my long life I have learnt that my deepest fulfilment comes when I use my special gift for guarding and guiding the life in my care. The mantle of a High King is broad but, while bestowing great power and opportunity, it also demands endless attention to management of the ambition and will of others. Good kingship is a wonderful achievement but not, in the long term, suited to the outlook and abilities that make me who I am." "I think you’d be a wonderful High King." "My nature would have to change and I would lose my independence, Rhys." In the silence that followed, Tan returned the Pearl and Ranevargar replaced it in its pouch. Woorawa put a few more sticks of wood on the campfire and Rhys unconsciously rubbed the fur on Gryl's neck. Kieran tried to follow the contemplation of Ranevargar's mind but it was too rapid and complicated. Ranevargar's moment of introspection ended. "Kieran, before I share my thoughts on your situation I would like to help Tan and Woorawa overcome their sadness and concern for the worries of their people at home." Kieran jolted with surprise. He'd comforted Tan as best he could. They all had. "How can you do that? I told Tan I could make him forget, but that would be awful." "Of course, but you found Rhys across the boundaries between your home and the Realms, so you should be able to do the same with Tan's people." "I don't know them. I can't locate anyone unless I know them in my mind." "They are so strong in Tan’s mind you can use him as a pathway to send a message of well-being. We will practice with Rhys and Krol so the process is clear in your mind before you try the distant reach. Their bond is strong and immediate and will help you see the pattern." With Ranevargar's help Kieran was soon able to make indirect contact with Krol. It needed Rhys's cooperation by putting Krol at the forefront of his thoughts, but that was easy and Kieran quickly grew confident with the process. "Are you ready to try, Tan?" "What do I have to do?" "Exactly what you saw Rhys just do. Concentrate on your family as hard as you can and tell them you’re alive and well." "Will you put my voice in their minds? That would be very strange or even frightening." Kieran had a quick back-and-forth with Ranevargar before answering. "No voices, Tan. Ranevargar says they’ll just suddenly know with great certainty that you’re alive and well but out of touch. Is that all right?" It was more than all right and when Tan's thoughts abruptly overflowed with powerful memories of his family Kieran linked to follow them. There was nothing ... No, that wasn't right. There was something but following it was blocked. "Help! What do I do, Ranevargar? It's too hard and I can't get through." "You needed your Opal to reach Rhys. Recall how you did that and apply it again." Kieran felt like kicking himself for not thinking properly as he moved beside Tan and held his hands for the physical contact that he now remembered had helped so much when he needed to reach Rhys. Yes, the tiny trace of link strengthened and he called on the Opal. No, it was still too hard. "Rhys, help me please. I need your touch to keep us going." Rhys rushed to make a three-way hand contact. Kieran called the Opal once again then after a few seconds gasped with relief. "It worked, Tan. Could you tell?" Tan nodded with a smile of gratitude which touched everyone. "Astonishing! Now you should do the same for Woorawa and his uncle." Kieran nodded so Woorawa knew it would happen. "When I’ve recovered, Ranevargar. That was really hard ... What do you have to tell us?" "I have no explanation for much of what has happened, Kieran, but what I do see gives me great concern for your well-being. Rhys's portage to the realms can only have occurred with the express consent of Aglaron, the High King, while your arrival at the two Realm Trees near Lord Maynor’s castle implies his involvement as well. The persistent pursuit indicates that Rhys, at the very least, is wanted for some matter involving the two most powerful individuals in all of Faerie. Never let your shields down, Kieran, especially that unique function which hides your existence. I received news earlier that a number of Coursers crossed our boundaries late this afternoon and flew as if guided in a search." "What are Coursers like? Not flying Spooks I hope." "What a thought! No, Rhys. You befriended two till your first encounter with a Boundary frightened them away." "They’ve sent Eagles to look for us? Can you stop them? It's your Realm." "I could, Rhys, but that would be a poor strategy. If I thwart the High King’s will he'll want to know why, and if he questions me formally I will be bound to reveal your presence." "What? ... Why? ... You said you’d protect us." "And I'll do my best, Rhys, but if your presence here is a matter concerning the High Court I will be bound by my oath of fealty to accede to his will." "Wow! That makes things complicated for you." "Complication is a game I am very good at, Rhys, and tomorrow we will play it to the full." There was silence at this surprising statement till Rhys laughed. "Against the High King?" "Yes, Rhys, unless he formally demands my assistance. I don't have enough strength to send you home but I do know I can show Kieran many things which might help you on your way." Kieran saw an associated image of the Realm Trees and asked aloud for everyone else's benefit. "The Realm Trees might help us? How could that be?" "I developed them as a means of instant transport, Kieran, and tomorrow I will show you how to use them." "Instant?" "Yes, Rhys, like the portal which brought you, but limited to the locations of the groves." "You mean people can simply jump from one set of Realm Trees to another?" "It's not at all simple, Rhys, and before Kieran arrived I'd have said only a Realm Lord would be able to access the energy and knowledge required." "You mean Kieran’s as strong as one of these Realm Lords?" "Strange question, Tan. Of course he is. His Opal was involved but he forced at least two of them from his mind and carried you all through a portal." "I really meant that your comparison sort of feels like you think he might be one himself." "He can't be a Realm Lord. All five positions have been stable for centuries, but many of his abilities do seem to suggest a connection with Faerie, and even the possibility that he comes from one of the Realms." "What? That's crazy. Kieran could be an elf? I don't believe it." "There is enough mystery about Kieran to make it unlikely, Rhys, but I don't discount the possibility." "Wow, Kieran! We all know you’re a weirdo, and now you’re a mystery too. What are the mystery bits, Ranevargar?" Ranevargar watched Kieran give Rhys a whack in the ribs before answering. "Well, the friendly way he puts up with being called a ‘weirdo’ could be classed as a mystery, Rhys, but otherwise I'd point to his astonishing affinity with animals, the ability to draw on his own life force, apparently without any lasting ill effect, and his mastery with mind shields." "But Rhys is a mystery too, isn't he, with his magic hands?" "Yes, Kieran. Healing is a highly respected art through all the Realms but Rhys's touch is beyond anything I have ever encountered." Woorawa laughed. "So now we've got two weirdos. Does that mean Rhys might be an elf too?" "All five of you are unusual in some way, Woorawa, but I see Rhys as the least likely to have any connection with the Realms. Apart from his mighty spirit he has almost no resistance to an elf probe." Kieran smiled at Rhys's awkward look and felt especially happy to see the others doing the same and nodding in agreement. "The rest of us aren't really unusual, Ranevargar. Why did you say that?" Ranevargar gestured to the campfire again. The flames rose and for a few seconds formed a life-sized image of Woorawa dramatically posed as he’d been at the end of his Krol dance. "There is mystery and the power to touch the soul in the story of your movement, Woorawa. It can only be classed as unusual, and apart from that there is a sense of ancient otherness overlaying the thoughts you have shared with me. Tan appears normal till he speaks or thinks and unique perceptions are presented. Mr B is a puzzle too. The structures of his mind closely match those I see in Kieran but he has no unusual abilities." "Another difference you all share, Kieran, is the attraction of like-for-like. I say this in private because Woorawa and Tan have not quite acknowledged this for themselves." "Everyone? Mr B too?" A touch of amusement entered this very private conversation. "As you very well know, Kieran. Your study sessions were partially motivated by the mutual attraction you feel." "I’m with Rhys now." "Of course, but your bond with Mr B is powerful and I advise you to consider whether exclusivity is the wisest course." That was too big an idea and Kieran switched thoughts. "Are you sure about Woorawa and Tan? The likelihood that all of us are the same must be very, very low." "I am sure, Kieran, and I suspect a subconscious recognition of widderkin is a big part of why you drew them into your circle." "Widderkin?" "The term used in the Realms ... More later, Kieran. Woorawa has an interesting comment." After the pause while Kieran and Ranevargar looked fixedly at each other, Woorawa agreed. "That makes sense too, because when we first saw the White Wall Mr B and Kieran couldn't look at it till Kieran worked out how. It didn't affect the rest of us till we got close. Mr B’s unreal at swimming too, just like Kieran, but that probably doesn't mean anything." Ranevargar hesitated and Kieran watched his churning thoughts. "It possibly could, Woorawa, but I'd have to access the deeper levels of their minds for more certainty." "Go ahead, Ranevargar. If it might help then we should." Rhys laughed and gave Kieran a cheeky arm bump. "If you go deep into Kieran's mind you'll probably never get over it." Kieran bumped him back. "Look who's talking." "Kieran has already invited me deeper into his mind than any of you, Rhys, and it certainly is very unusual, especially when he’s thinking about you." Rhys didn't know what to make of that and then was more puzzled when Kieran grabbed his hand. "What? Do you want me to be part of it?" "No, Rhys. I want you to help us contact Burrimul. I've had enough of a break and that should happen before we do anything else." Woorawa scrambled eagerly to get between Kieran and Rhys so they could all be in physical contact, and after some drama when the blue glow surrounded all three of them, Kieran collapsed sideways against Woorawa. "Quick, hands on his temples, Rhys. He's tried too hard." Kieran lifted his head. "It won't make any difference, Woorawa. My mind needs a rest, not my body. That was way harder than it was with Tan and we nearly didn't make it. You did feel it work though, didn't you?" "Yes. It's kind of amazing." "What happened, Ranevargar? Could you see why it was different?" "I don't know how you managed that last push, Kieran. But it appears that Woorawa's uncle must have an even greater natural resistance to intrusion than Woorawa does. My counsel now is for immediate sleep and recovery." "What about the mind stuff with Kieran and Mr B? You were going to do that next." "It's not a passive process, Rhys, and Kieran's resources are momentarily too low. Take him to the shelter and make sure he gets to sleep without delay. I will work with Mr B who has decided to stay." There had been more to the private contact but the idea of sleep was suddenly so attractive Kieran wondered if it was Ranevargar's doing. "Maybe. Rest well!" ***
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    Chapter 12

    Skin brother. Good question. Skin brother (Woorawa just says brother but it means the same) in this case is the ceremonial acceptance of all four as part of Woorawa's extended family group. The First Australian concept of family grouping is vastly complex, intricate and inclusive. We'll see and learn more of the healing and how it works with the progression of the story. Love your comments! Thank you!
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    Chapter 22

    Hmm! Interesting conjectures -as usual. - and as usual - we'll have to wait and see. Lol - nope -just over half a week! It's Tuesday here and I'm aiming to post on Saturday. (3 hours work so far this morning on ch 23)
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    Chapter 22

    That's great to hear. I've tried to portray them (well, Gryl and Krol) as characters in their own right rather than just creature adjuncts so your comment is a delightful affirmation. Thank you indeed.
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    Chapter 22

    Hmm! The reason for the griffins turning up is never really answered - probably a mix of any, or even all, of your ideas I guess. And yes, they surely do need a lot more understanding of what's been happening.
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    Chapter 22

    Yes, out of confusion, uncertainty and tribulation shines a friendly welcome, and hopefully some enlightenment. Yep! - next week, though it's been a pesky chapter, with five or six revisions so far and another major one I'm still wrestling with. lol - posting before a story is complete dooms one to complications.
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    Chapter 22

    Big secrets (well, maybe) revealed - next post.
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    Chapter 22

    Next week's post (more than double the size of this one) pretty much answers your questions as well as describing other wonders of this strange Realm.
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    Chapter 22

    Yes, the companions have really done well with the friendship of the griffins and panthers - and Krol in particular.
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    Chapter 22

    I'd call it a consolidation chapter really. There's a kind of clash because the story is being written with the long view of a novel but it's being presented with serial postings.
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