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Let it be. Let it go.
Nodding, I continued on toward the open gate. The ice drawbridge had lowered across a deep chasm, and I hesitated again, creeping to the edge to look over. The fracture splitting the surface ran on and on, with no end in sight, dividing the castle from the ocean and from me. I cautiously got down on my belly and scooted up, watching for any sign that the snow beneath me might break and slide into the chasm. When I neared the edge, I peeked over the side.
In the blackness of the abyss, twinkling lights shimmered. It was as if I were looking into the night sky, as if this bridge were the only thing connecting two worlds floating in space. Gazing long and hard at the reeling universe that existed in the chasm, I began to feel insignificant, the smallest dust mote in the world, and everything that had been worrying me dropped away as I stared into the mirror of eternity.
Cicely, you must cross the bridge. You must light up the castle.
The words weren’t from Ulean—in fact, I wasn’t sure where Ulean was. I almost called out for her on the slipstream, but stopped. Once again, Lainule’s admonishment to keep silence rang in my memory and I stopped. However, the trick had been won. Whoever had sent me the message had managed to snap me out of the trance that had kept me riveted, and I realized I could have quite easily frozen to death, sprawled on the ice, staring at the panorama below.
I forced myself to my feet and set one foot on the bridge. The entire span shuddered. Another step, another shudder. As I slowly made my way forward, the sound of splintering ice caught my attention and I glanced over my shoulder. The span—the drawbridge—was fracturing, thin cracks racing through it like delicate threads.
Panicking—I was directly over the abyss now—I shook out of my fear and raced forward. There was no going back. I bounded across the ice, with the fractures dogging my heels. The sound of shattering followed my footsteps—the bridge was vanishing behind me in a hail of shards, falling into the abyss.
And then, one last leap, and I was on the other side. I turned just in time to see the rest of the bridge shatter and then go tumbling into the chasm. One second later, and I would have gone with it.
My breath coming heavy from both the exertion and the cold, I stared at the canyon of darkness. There was truly no going back. I couldn’t jump that far. And the abyss went on forever. I was here, in the castle, and I could only move ahead. With one last glance at the plain of snow on which I’d first found myself, I shrugged, turned, and walked into the castle.
From inside, the castle seemed to be faintly lit with a pale luminescence, but there was an emptiness to it that was palpable. Statues of people stood there, frozen. They were in motion, as if they had been walking the halls and suddenly turned to ice and snow. Even the furniture was carved from ice, and there was something terribly familiar to this place. I looked for windows but could see none.
As I crossed the gleaming floor, my boots echoed against the ice. Where was I? I knew this space—I knew that I’d been here before, and yet I could not place it. Searching my thoughts, I wandered from room to room, seeking something to jog my memory. Once, I thought I heard whispering and whirled, but it was only the sifting fall of snow in a corner of the room, where one of the figurines suddenly lost form and crumbled into a soft pile of white.
Shivering now, more from nerves than the cold, I followed a long hallway that curved toward the heart of the castle. The hallway sloped down and the grade grew steeper. I cautiously followed it, wondering that I did not slip. My boots weren’t that great on ice, but I seemed to be able to walk without problem here.
I descended, listening to the creaks and groans of the ice around me, but after a while I became aware of a faint singing. I couldn’t understand the language, but overlaying a hypnotic drumbeat, a sinuous melody from a mandora and a flute beckoned me onward. A woman’s voice rode the soft thunder of drums and the fluttering melody. She vocalized no words but matched meter with the music, becoming part of the melody itself. The melody and voice entwined so effortlessly that after a moment, I wasn’t sure whether it was actually a woman singing or the instruments weaving the sound of the voice.
I followed the ribbon of sound, entranced, summoned by the chant. Rounding curve after curve, I spiraled down inside the castle, totally enchanted. Wherever the song was leading me, I had to go. And deep inside, I felt a quake of fear—was I being snared into a siren song? But no, instinct answered. This was a journey I must take. There was no going back, and whatever lay ahead, I had to face.
I don’t know how long I walked, but I began to be aware of flutterings of spirits riding the wind beside me, following me as I passed. They collected behind me, ghostly formless wisps, in the shape of clouds and fog, of mist and dark shadows in the night. I wasn’t afraid of them—they meant no harm, but for some reason they latched onto me, this train of spirits.
After what seemed like hours, I came to a wall that blocked the hallway. I paused, not knowing what to do next, but the song continued; the ribbon of chant insisted I go forward. I reached out to the ice that barred my passage, and the moment my fingers touched the surface, it fractured, as the drawbridge had, and fell away, shards exploding to the ground.
I gingerly stepped over the pile of broken ice and continued on, my ghostly caravan following. The passage went only another ten feet and then it opened out into a chamber so large that I couldn’t see the other side. The room was more like a cave, and great crystals thrust out from every direction of the walls and ceiling. The floor was rough and uneven here, and I cautiously skirted the treacherous spots, stopping by a crystal that was as large around as I was and easily fifteen feet long. Thinking it was quartz, I reached out to touch it, but my fingers slid over the icy surface and I realized that everything here was formed of the ice from this realm.
I picked my way through the jumble of icicles until I came to the center of the room, and there, on a dais, was an exquisitely carved box, formed from silver, with a cushion as white as a distant sun sitting inside it. The box was waiting for something, and I wasn’t sure what.
Beside the dais, a block of ice lay waiting, covered with a silver blanket and, beneath that, a fur rug. I stepped forward, knowing what I needed to do, even though I had no clue as to why I was doing it. I slipped out of my clothes, dropping them on the ground beside the dais, until I stood nude, my nipples standing at attention from the chill. I shivered, so cold I couldn’t feel my body, but then, the next moment, the spirits gathered around me and led me to the bed of ice, drawing back the blanket. I slipped beneath it onto the fur rug, and they gently tucked the blanket in around me.
As the song continued to play, I found myself drifting, deeper into trance, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses echoed around me as I faded in and out of consciousness.
Sometime later, I woke, thinking I was back in my bed, but realized I was still in the ice chamber, still beneath the silver blanket. Worried—I’d never stayed in trance this long or this deep—I started to sit up but the spirits swarmed around me, gently pushing me back. I waited, now aware that this was real, not a dream. This must be part of the initiation.
Then, a voice inside asked, are you truly in this realm? Is this the heart of Winter?
Another sound slithered through the chamber, one that didn’t belong in the song. I craned my neck, trying to see what was going on, and sucked in a deep breath. Four Ice Elementals were headed my way. I struggled to sit up, but the spirits were stronger than I and they pushed me back onto the bed of ice. There was nothing I could do, nowhere I could run.
There will be no return from here out. No second chance either way.
The Elementals gathered at my bed, beings of ice, with no features on their chiseled faces. They were smooth, gleaming, beings carved from the very element that they embodied. What long thoughts hid behind their frozen visages? Did they feel? Did they love? Hate? Or did they simply exist on an alien plane? Somehow they seemed far more distant than Ulean, but then—perhaps, to others, she seemed just as aloof and cold.
They held out their hands over me—one at my feet, one at my head, one on each side, and a low vibration began to reverberate through the room. It echoed through the ice, echoed through the air, echoed through my body and set my teeth to chattering. I began to shiver and then to sweat. Afraid now, I tried to sort out what was happening. And then I noticed that the two Elementals on either side of me had their hands directly over my heart.
The heartstone. They’re creating my heartstone.
As soon as the thought raced through my mind, I knew it was true, and I tried to stay as still as the grave. As still as ice.
Mist rolled from their fingers like fog off dry ice and began to fill the chamber. I focused on the lone icicle I could see hanging above me. Point down, it was directly above my heart, and a sudden fear swept over me. It was huge, and if it broke off and fell, it would pierce my chest. The icicle glistened, shimmering in the mist and fog, and I found myself unable to take my eyes off it.
The Elementals joined hands around me, and a low, deep baritone filled the air, vibrating through the chamber, as they began to chant. Their vocalizations ricocheted off the walls, and the crashing of ice shattered in response. Their voices joined the siren song that had lured me in, and the drumming grew stronger, tattooing itself deep into my mind until all I could hear was the pulse of rhythm, the sharp edge of the voices, the rise of melody. The Elementals’ chanting overlaid the sound, blending and weaving, until the entire world seemed to be made of ice and music and the chill blast of air that rolled in with the fog.
