The Riddle of the Wren by Charles De Lint

Author:Charles De Lint
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fortune-telling & divination, & Magic, Young Adult Fiction, Girls & Women, Fantasy, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Juvenile Fiction, Quests (Expeditions), Fantasy & Magic, General, NIghtmares, Science Fiction, Self-help & personal development, Bedtime & Dreams, Science fiction, Fantasy fiction, Fantasy., Fantasy & magical realism, Magic, Women's studies
ISBN: 9780613565868
Publisher: San Val, Incorporated
Published: 2002-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Her hand lifted between herself and the erl as she spoke—almost of its own accord. The forefinger and little finger pointed straight out from her hand, while the two middle fingers folded in to touch her palm. Camlin blanched and took a quick step back, shifting the shape of his own fingers to make a ward sign between them.

Minda stared down at her hand, looking at it as though it belonged to someone else. A word came into her mind. Pansign. That was what it was.

Only how did she know that? For a moment, she thought she heard a faint sound of reed-pipes as she wiped her brow, trying to collect her thoughts.

She felt stretched too thin, as though everything that touched her was pulling at her, trying to spread her out over some vast distance that she couldn't hope to cover. Or like trying to fit the giant into her jacket—everything was tight and thin at the same time. Stillness spread across the henge. She looked into the erl's eyes and found something unreadable there. Fear almost, mixed with sorrow. What was the Pansign?

Talenyn. Grimbold's voice was soft in her mind.

She sighed. Keeping her hands loose at her sides, she walked slowly up to the Gatewarden, her mind full of confused thoughts and emotions.

When she stood directly before him, she took a deep breath. "Read me, then," she said.

Camlin hesitated. Cautiously, he lifted his hand to touch fingertips to her brow. A shiver touched her slim frame at the moment of contact and suddenly Minda understood what reading was. Something had woken in her since her meeting with Huorn. Then, she remembered, she had watched herself through Huorn's eyes; but now, she realized, as their souls mingled for the briefest of instants, that she could read the Gatewarden too. She knew the fears he held for the safety of his world, and of his Lady.

The confusion and helplessness of the sealed gate spilled through her. It was an expansion of the dreams Ildran had sent to her. All that was familiar had become strange. Shadows reared on all sides with no enemy in plain view.

"Ildran?" the erl asked. He was plainly puzzled, but the name was uttered more as a statement than a question.

"Who was Oseon?" Minda asked in a low voice.

She had picked the name from his thoughts in the instant his fingers fell away from her brow. A great sadness shrouded the name, so deep a sorrow that Minda truly regretted the anger that had come between them.

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