Torrullin did not answer. Instead he stretched
his hand out; it passed through the shifting without effect to either him or
the transparency. He frowned, wondering how it worked, and then he frowned
more, realising he should know…and was afraid to acknowledge it.
Lazar said: ‘You need to establish the link
first, like this…’ He stepped into the transparent veil and commenced a
rhythmic chant, low and soft, the words of which Torrullin committed to memory
as they were uttered.
The opposite end of the cave receded into a
long, rocky tunnel and then it altered in appearance, transforming into a
watery pipe of blues and greens. Tiny sparks of magenta crossed the watery
substance, creating interesting patterns on the rounded walls.
‘That opens it to the linking, but in this
state it is unstable and very dangerous, like a wormhole,’ Lazar murmured.
‘You chanted in Valleur,’ Torrullin said, and
his gaze remained on the extraordinary phenomenon before him. It felt familiar.
Lazar smiled. ‘I have wondered.’ He faced the
tunnel and called out loud. It sounded like a name. ‘My family name. Watch now.
As soon as someone on the other side hears and acknowledges…yes! There it is!’
The swirling liquidity of the tunnel solidified
into a pearlescent oval corridor that seemed to stretch into forever. The echo
of Lazar’s calling came back to them faintly and was then followed
incongruously by a laughing female voice.
Lazar turned around. ‘This is my final visit…I
know I’m going to miss this.’ He shrugged and smiled. ‘So be it. What is it you
said about acceptance? I’ll be no more than an hour…Plane time.’ He stepped
confidently into the corridor.
It vanished, taking the eager form into its
embrace.
Walker of Realms
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