Sanctuary. Then he became aware that someone was beside him. He turned and jerked away, seeing the goddess he had painted on Molin Torchholder’s wall. She smiled, and the face of the goddess was suddenly that of the golden-haired girl he had courted in the spring of the world, and then both of them were the face of Gilla, always and only Gilla, who was looking at him as she had after the first time they had ever made love.
But the garden, when he looked again, was by no means so perfect as he had remembered it. Parts of the lawn were withered, while other sections showed the sickly yellow of flooding. The same was true of the oak trees, and some of the leaves were blotched with a blight like leprosy.
“It’s here, too,” said Gilla, “the same thing that’s been happening to
Sanctuary!”
Lalo nodded, wondering which level had started the trouble. But that didn’t matter-what he needed was to leam the cure. He took her hand and they began to pick their way across the mottled grass beneath the trees.
After a time Lalo found the pool and the waterfall. But the clearing where he had feasted with the Ilsig gods was empty now. Lalo’s heart sank within him. If even the Otherworld was empty, then the magic of Sanctuary had been destroyed indeed! Perhaps the S’danzo were right, and the gods were only delusions of men.
But even as that thought passed through his mind, his lips were moving in prayer.
“Father Us, hear me, Shipri All-Mother have mercy! Not for my sake, but for your people-“
“And for the sake of my child!” came Gilla’s voice in his ear.