The Queen of Meara
Chapter 46 - Part 2
sensed a set of hands taking her own in direction, finding peaceful
confidence in their touch. Grandfather, she sighed, and could
feel the loving comfort flowing from his fingers. Kelson’s own
nervousness stilled at the familiar presence, though Rothana gasped,
both at the saint’s presence and Mairona’s address.
is many generations removed, but Mairona is a daughter of his blood, as
are Dhugal, Duncan, and Morgan,
Kelson explained to her. Rothana’s entranced eyes looked on Mairona
with a new awe and respect.
straightened, viewing what the trio performing the working could not,
for the presence stood behind them. “Thomas,” he whispered very
quietly. “I am going to link with you again. You should see this.”
The archbishop nodded, and Duncan placed a hand on his friend’s
shoulder, sharing what only Deryni sight could see. A gray-robed man
stood behind Mairona, nearly transparent in the shadow. A cowled,
silvery-blond head smiled benignly as it bowed over the queen, arms
reaching around to lightly grasp her hands.
Ailín exclaimed, clutching at her husband.
lass,” he whispered. “That is St. Camber. There is naught to fear
queen’s hands were guided to hover over and beside the block of ward
cubes, arranged to imitate the structure of the altar below. When she
chanted again, her voice was eerily overlaid, as it had been when she
confronted Jehana in Kelson’s chambers.
lux in aeternum.”
Let there be light in eternity. The cubes began to glow, shimmering gold
to match Mairona’s aura.
columna flammae me duces, Altissime, in loca arcane Tua.”
Like a pillar of fire You will lead me, Most High, into Your secret
glow brightened, taking form as a pillar of cool light ascending from
the ward cubes, rising as tall as Mairona stood.
in excelsis Deo, et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis—”
Glory to God in the highest, and peace to his people on earth…
she intoned the Gloria, her hands were pulled into the pillar of fire,
turning its upward rise back down to wash over the cubes, then spill
over the altar’s surface. Pressure forced her hands down, slowly
coming to rest on top of the cube matrix as the golden fire raced over
the edges of the altar, running down its sides. Still she was pushed
downward, pressing firmly against the cubes, and the entire altar
shuddered under the immense forces working on it. The marble groaned and
scraped, then dropped an inch. Most of the people surrounding jumped
back, and her link with Kelson and Rothana was broken as they leaped
away, but Mairona leaned forward even more, willing the power she had
called to do its work.
she whispered. Let it be.
altar trembled, then shook with great force, until something below
cracked and snapped, and the great blocks started slowly sinking into
the earth. Mairona’s hands maintained contact with the ward cubes,
pressing down with the altar’s progress until she had to kneel to
maintain the pressure, and finally scramble onto its top as it drew
level with the sanctuary’s floor. It continued to descend, and Mairona
was swallowed in the shaft of its passage until it shuddered and snapped
to rest ten feet below the ground. The wash of light dimmed and swept
back into Mairona’s ward cubes, which still glowed as she removed her
hands, arranging her flat palms to hover on either side.
tenebris vocavi, Domine. Te vocavi, et lucem dedisti. Nunc dimittis
servum tuum secundum verbum tuum in pace. Fiat voluntas tua. Amen.”
glow died, and the carefully arranged cube of alternating black and
white stones tumbled to the ground. Mairona shoveled them up in one
hand, then peered into the darkness behind her. The dim apparition
smiled at her with grandfatherly love.
carefully about what you learn here, young queen,
it spoke to her. Knowledge does indeed banish hatred and fear, but
only when hearts are open to learning. Some things should remain as they
shadowy hand pressed against her forehead in benediction, giving her the
knowledge to restore the altar to its former position. Blinking, Mairona
tried to think of how to phrase her questions about what had just
occurred, but the saint was gone. Sighing, she turned to look at the
space surrounding her. To the east and north was solid wall, but in the
other directions were black void. Closing her fist, Mairona willed
golden handfire to existence, and opened her fingers to let it fly free
an armspan to the west, revealing a small portion of columned stone in
its dim glow. Smiling, she stood and blinked back up the hole she had
hope someone thought to bring a ladder, or at least a rope?” she
called. “There is another chamber, and it does not look like the one
opened by the masons.”
ground level, Dhugal ran to the enlarged opening that the workman had
created, pulling out the ladder they left behind. He and his father
lowered it down the altar shaft as Mairona started exploring the
subterranean space, calling forth another ball of handfire to help light
murals covered the walls, most featuring a light blond figure in a gray
monk’s robe. St. Camber, of course, or as he was labeled in fading,
peeling text, Sanctus Kyrielus. Even in their secluded refuge, this
Deryni community had feared to record his true name. There he was in the
familiar image of King Cinhil Haldane’s coronation, and here—it was
faded and heavily damaged, but he seemed surrounded by other figures
with light blond hair. Could it be a family depiction, his children,
grandchildren, and great-grandchildren? Further on his hand was
outstretched in benediction over a grouping in Haldane crimson, likely
King Cinhil and his queen, Megan de Cameron, with their sons arranged
the side of this mural was a blocked doorway, hastily covered over with
poorly dressed and laid stone. That must lead to the small, empty
chamber the masons had revealed, but why would an empty chamber be
closed off, especially so hurriedly? Had it been looted from above after
being closed off? Curious. The next mural on the right seemed to be
Camber’s death, since the saintly figure was arrayed on a bier carried
by priests and knights. A woman grieved behind, comforted by an old
bishop, and the pair were followed by two tiny figures, all bearing the
telltale silvery blond hair. His daughter Evaine and her children,
perhaps? Sancto Kyrielo, ora pro nobis was the inscription laid
around the center of the bier.
Kelson called. She turned, seeing him release the ladder as he summoned
his own scarlet handfire to banish the darkness.
walls are covered with pictures,” she told him, approaching. “They
seem to tell of the life of St. Camber.” Brushing his fingers briefly,
Mairona used the contact to send him the images she had studied so far
in a surge of thought.
Kelson delighted, rushing to examine the nearest wall for himself.
Mairona joined him at this new mural, which was darker than its
forebears were. It depicted the beginning of the persecutions that had
destroyed anyone and anything Deryni for nearly two hundred years.
Soldiers in Haldane livery intermixed with priest-warriors of a military
order, hunting down and slaying Deryni men, women, and children, marked
in the illustration by their telltale auras. In the heavens above, a
gray cowled head bowed over his people, human and Deryni alike, and
tears fell from his eyes to the ground. Kelson and Mairona both put
their fingertips to this fragile image, touching the holy tears, sensing
the faded inscription rather than seeing it with physical sight. The
heart which is small and closed serves against the Lord. Open your
heart, according to His bidding, and He will show you peace.
caught audibly in Kelson’s throat. Mairona turned to him, seeing tears
glittering in his eyes, sparkling in the glowing handfire. Slipping her
arm around his waist, she leaned her head on his shoulder, prompting him
had not thought my own ancestor Haldanes had taken part in this evil,
he told her in mind-speech, bowing his head. History does not speak
of this. The forebear kings I have revered condoned and assisted this
it was not by choice, she
offered in comfort. When Cinhil died, his sons were still minors.
he shot back, wiping away the salty wetness that betrayed his emotion.
you, it was only a few days until your fourteenth birthday and the
attainment of your majority, she
returned. You also had the support of good, loyal, powerful men who
wished to see you rule in your own right. Camber was dead, his family
and allies forced into hiding, and Cinhil’s sons were left friendless
and alone, a means for small men to increase their power. Her other
arm wrapped around him until she could link her hands, enclosing him
with support and delighting that he accepted it. What would happen to
Liam if he did not have you as champion? What would have happened to
you, if not for Alaric Morgan Duke of Corwyn, or Howard Duncan McLain
then Duke of Cassan, or Prince Nigel Duke of Carthmoor in your first
tenuous years on the throne?
a stóirín. Smiling through his brief misery, Kelson kissed the top
of his wife’s head. To think, I nearly discarded your level head.
she returned, though there was a hint of lightness permeating the usual
regret. Thank you for not following the letter of law. My head
prefers to remain firmly attached to my shoulders.
gasped, shrinking back from her arms. He had not meant his words in that
context, and was horrified at her interpretation. Her mouth curled up in
humor, though, and her eyes sparkled with laughter in the handfire,
prompting his own lips to quirk into a smile. You do keep me dancing
on my toes. I also prefer your head to remain where it may do me the
most good. Do you think the others have made it down yet?
Mairona turned to the shaft of light spilling down from above. Cardiel
and Duncan were visible by handfire in the room’s opposite side,
joined by Rothana as they also studied the wall murals. In the shaft
itself, Dhugal was helping Ailín down the last few ladder rungs. When
she turned to him, their eyes sparked with flame that had nothing to do
with being Deryni, and they held each other’s gaze for a brief moment
before heading off to the opposite side of the chamber, where no one yet
told me he regards Ailín with affection rather than love, Kelson
told Mairona. I am not certain I believe him.
the child changed things? Mairona mused. Something happened
between them when we left them before. I have never seen Ailín so solid
in Deryni working as she was when we probed the altar.
would not know,
Kelson mumbled, pulling her further along the dark chamber to examine
the remaining history it had to offer.
is a door here!” Dhugal called from the wall opposite the altar shaft.
It rattled as he tried his hand at the latch, prompting it to open by
physical and then Deryni means. The latter attempt forced him back, and
he cried out as he shook his hand. “Bloody hell!” he muttered,
rubbing numb fingers.
Duncan said sharply, reprimanding his son’s language as he swooped
over to make sure he didn’t need Healing help.
Father,” the border duke grinned sheepishly. “I did not expect the
door to bite. At least it seems to intend warning rather than harm. No
permanent damage has been done.” By then all had gathered around the
heavy wooden door, which was bound by iron bars and set with a Camber
I have seen before,” Rothana stated, pushing her way forward to run
her fingers tentatively across the seal. “We have its like at our own
you open it?” Kelson asked.
can try,” she offered, sinking into trance with an effortless breath.
Her silky black braid shimmered in the various multi-colored globes of
handfire as she pulled a silver chain from her gray gown, revealing a
Camber medal similar to the ones Kelson, Duncan, and Dhugal sometimes
wore. Bowing her head over the medal, Rothana spoke a silent prayer,
lips moving without sound as the medal began to glow blue. The princess
crossed herself, then pressed the medal against the seal in the door.
While holding the disk to its iron counterpart, she set her hand to the
latch and swung the door away, breaking contact with her medal. Her lips
moved again, and the light dancing around her medal died. Tentatively,
she waved her hand through the doorway, then stepped through.
door was the only barrier,” she informed everyone. “’Tis safe to
and Mairona were the next to enter, progressing just far enough to allow
the others passage before looking around them, gasping in wonder.
“’Tis filled with stars!” he exclaimed. Indeed, the walls and
ceiling were painted a deep cobalt blue, studded with gold gilt stars
that glittered in the handfire light. Some sparkled more than others,
and on closer inspection they appeared to be set with small shiral
impulse, Mairona brushed one of the tiny stones and bade it glow.
Pleased when it flickered with amber light, she touched a few more until
a square that spanned an arm’s length twinkled in dark golden flame.
Curious, Kelson watched her and tried a few himself, followed by Rothana,
Duncan, and Dhugal, who also guided his wife to work on one or two.
Soon, most of the walls shimmered with glittering stars.
to the heavens for the Holy Shiral,” Mairona recited from memory.
from the Camber scroll I was reading when you arrived. It was all
cryptic, but one of the passages reads, ‘Look to the heavens for the
Holy Shiral.’ I imagine it is the same Holy Shiral mentioned in your
it could be here!” Kelson looked so much like a giddy page boy that
Mairona had to giggle. “But which one? Or are they all Holy Shirals?”
may not be a stone,” Rothana interjected. “I did not know that is
what you seek here. The Servants teach that as shiral is a focus for
Deryni power, the Holy Shiral is a focus for those seeking to restore
St. Camber and Deryni learning.”
what do we look for?” Kelson asked her.
do not know,” she shrugged. “Perhaps our ban-aba does, but initiates
such as I are not given that knowledge.”
gasped from the far side of the room. As all turned, they witnessed
Duncan facing a deep niche, trembling as he fell to his knees.
Dhugal called, rushing to his assistance. He also stopped short, frozen
by what Duncan has seen.
Ailín and Kelson exclaimed in tandem, but they were now hesitant to
approach. The border duke stood motionless for a moment, then spoke very
quietly and reverently as he, too knelt.
think we found it.”
Mairona felt her stomach leap into her throat as she rushed over, wondering what Kelson must be experiencing, if she felt this strongly. After all, this was his quest, not hers. As they crossed the room, he brushed her fingers lightly to link in rapport, desiring to share this experience and discovery. She smiled at him briefly before they came to the deep, shadowed niche, which contained a beautiful, painted sculpture of the archangel Michael, holding his mighty warrior’s sword in a guarding pose. The statue rested on a simple, marble rectangular base, narrow in width but extending far into the deep niche. The front of the base had a painted inscription that had been scratched away almost entirely.
iac… Sa… Camb… rius… nso… inu… esto… ldan… Resq… pac…
felt the full measure of Kelson’s awe as they knelt together, and his
heart nearly burst with thanksgiving. It was easy to fill in first of
the missing letters, at least enough to understand their import. Here
lies St. Camber… This was his final resting place. Tears of
profound elation streamed down Kelson’s cheeks as he slowly reached
for the marble sarcophagus, fingers shaking as they came to rest on its
edge. The Holy Shiral, the focus of those seeking to restore St. Camber
and the Deryni, was the mortal remains of the saint himself. Without his
holy assistance, Kelson would never have lived to restore peace between
Deryni and human in his kingdom. He would have been murdered at his own
coronation by the last Festillic heir, succumbed to Wencit of Torenth in
his first war, or died of serious injury in the caverns surrounding St.
Kyriell’s-of-the-North. He owed his heritage, his life, his crown, and
his kingdom to God and this single Deryni saint, who seemed to have an
affinity for the royal House he restored to Gwynedd’s throne.
never dared hope to find this,
he sent Mairona. This is the supreme relic to reestablish his cult.
Mairona countered, and felt rather than saw him raise an eyebrow in
question even as he formed his protest. I do not think he wishes to
be moved, or to have this become a shrine. Briefly, she sent him her
memory of the saint’s words to her, especially his last thought.
things should remain as they are.
Kelson sighed. It is still a tremendous gift.
member of the party had arrayed themselves around the tomb, individually
lost in their own meditation and devotion. As time passed, and every
person finished their prayer, they left the room one by one until all
that remained were the king and queen. Kelson grew increasingly desirous
of solitude, so Mairona withdrew from their rapport and rose to begin
snuffing out the shiral crystals as he pressed both palms flat against
the sarcophagus top, leaning forward to rest his forehead on the cool
stone. His tears spilt freely over the marble.
Camber. I thank the Lord God every day for the multitude of blessings in
my life, but you deserve my deep gratitude as well, for I see your hand
in many of them. Thank you for the extraordinary opportunity to lead my
people to peace and harmony. Thank you for awakening my Haldane
heritage. Thank you for my tremendous friends and allies, for you must
have sent them, since Dhugal, Duncan, and Morgan are all heirs of your
blood. Thank you for the gift of Mairona, a remarkable daughter of your
line who fills me with extraordinary joy and love. Thank you for showing
me how to forgive her and restore her fully to my side as beloved wife,
helpmate, and queen. Ask God to grant me the strength and wisdom to
wield my power to Gwynedd’s benefit, according to the will of our Lord
Jesus Christ. Amen.
Kelson straightened and made the sign of the cross, then turned as a
sharp ping startled him. Something rattled against the floor.
Mairona crouched to pick that something up, held it between two fingers
to examine it, then shrugged to herself as she moved to join him.
“It fell out of the wall when I extinguished it,” she told him, extending it in offering. He took it from her, a simple, circular shiral crystal with a nearly flat back. “A Holy Shiral relic for your St. Camber chapel?” she ventured. He grinned at her, then at the crystal, and then closed his fist on the stone as he leaned forward to kiss her soundly.
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