âHowâs that possible?â he demanded. âHow did my ancestor and King Antor come by these particular rings?â
âI gave them to them,â she replied.
He blinked. âSephrenia, that was three hundred years ago.â
âYes,â she agreed, âapproximately.â
Sparhawk stared at her, then swallowed hard. â Three hundred years? â he demanded incredulously. âSephrenia, just how old are you?â
âYou know Iâm not going to answer that question, Sparhawk. Iâve told you that before.â
âHow did you get the rings?â
âMy Goddess, Aphrael, gave them to me â along with certain instructions. She told me where Iâd find your ancestor and King Antor, and she told me to deliver the rings to them.â
âLittle mother,â Sparhawk began, and then broke off as he saw her bleak expression.
âHush, dear one,â she commanded. âI will say this only once, Sir Knights,â she told them all. âWhat we do puts us in conflict with the Elder Gods, and that is not lightly undertaken. Your Elene God forgives; the Younger Gods of Styricum can be persuaded to relent. The Elder Gods, however, demand absolute compliance with their whims. To counter the commands of an Elder God is to court worse than death. They obliterate those who defy them â in ways you cannot imagine. Do we really want to bring Bhelliom back into the light again?â
âSephrenia! We have to!â Sparhawk exclaimed. âItâs the only way we can save Ehlana â and you and Vanion for that matter.â
âAnnias will not live forever, Sparhawk, and Lycheas is hardly more than an inconvenience. Vanion and I are temporary, and so, for that matter â regardless of how you feel personally â is Ehlana. The world wonât miss any of us all that much.â Sephreniaâs tone was almost clinical. âBhelliom, however, is another matter â and so is Azash. If we fail and put the stone into that foul Godâs hands, we will doom the world forever. Is it worth the risk?â
âIâm the queenâs champion,â Sparhawk reminded her. âI have to do whatever I possibly can to save her life.â He rose and strode across the room to her. âSo help me God, Sephrenia,â he declared, âIâll break open Hell itself to save that girl.â
âHeâs such a child sometimes,â Sephrenia sighed to Vanion. âCanât you think of some way to make him grow up?â
âI was sort of considering going along,â the Preceptor replied, smiling. âSparhawk might let me hold his cloak while he kicks in the gate. I donât think anybodyâs assaulted Hell lately.â
âYou too?â She covered her face with her hands. âOh, dear,â she sighed. âAll right then, gentlemen,â she said, giving up, âif youâre all so bent on this, weâll try it â but only on one condition. If we do find Bhelliom, and it restores Ehlana, we must destroy it immediately after the task is done.â
â Destroy it? â Ulath exploded. âSephrenia, itâs the most precious thing in the world.â
âAnd also the most dangerous. If Azash ever comes to possess it, the world will be lost, and all mankind will be plunged into the most hideous slavery imaginable. I must insist on this, gentlemen. Otherwise, Iâll do everything in my power to prevent your finding that accursed stone.â
âI donât see that weâve got much choice here,â Ulath said gravely to the others. âWithout her help, we donât have much hope of unearthing Bhelliom.â
âOh, somebodyâs going to find it all right,â Sparhawk told him firmly. âOne of the things Aldreas told me was that the time has come for Bhelliom to see the light of day again, and that no force on earth can prevent it. The only thing that