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<h1>27</h1>
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In front of them, fathomless water flowed fast. How wide this river was, they couldn't tell. They huddled on a narrow embankment facing the water, the only
small piece of flat ground with their backs pressed against the cliff.
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"So where do we go from here?" Kerry turned to face the wall. The door had closed seamlessly. There was no line or crack to show that it had ever opened.
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Jack edged towards the flow full of doubt again. They were trapped once more, unless they chanced the fast current and that was impossible. Kerry couldn't
swim. He didn't know about Rionna, and even so, the current was too strong.
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A movement below the surface caught his eye. Corriwen got to her knees and peered down. Jack saw her shoulders stiffen and she backed away. They all looked
into the depths and saw pallid faces swaying slowly in the current.
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<p>
They were crowded together, row upon row. Their eyes were closed and long hair and ragged clothing waved like river weed.
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"I don't know," Jack sighed wearily. The prospect of swimming the dark river was scary enough, but the idea of getting into the water with those multitudes
of senseless pale things, well, that didn't bear thinking about.
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<p>
"Wait," Rionna said. "Something comes. I hear it."
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<p>
Jack strained to listen. The river murmured as it rippled past, like muffled voices. He cupped a hand to his ear.
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<p>
Then he heard a different noise, something he thought he recognised. It was the faint sound of water lapping against a surface. It was just the kind of
sound he'd heard at the harbour back home when a breeze drove waves against moored boats.
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<p>
Now he peered out and a shape began to materialise, approaching through the low mist.
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For an instant, he thought it was a man walking on water, tall and thin. The figure glided slowly and steadily. They watched apprehensively as it came
closer.
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"It's a woman," Corriwen whispered.
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<p>
And it was. She stood very straight, floating serenely through the fog, as pallid as the things under the water. Her hair was white, skin like marble and
lips deathly pale. Her fingers were long, almost fleshless. Her eyes had no colour at all as they gazed down at them expressionlessly.
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<p>
As she came nearer, Jack saw that she stood in the stern of a flat boat. In her hands she held a long paddle as a rudder. The boat arrowed across the
river, against the current, though it had neither oars nor sail.
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<p>
Jack took a brave step forward.
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<p>
"Can you take us across the river?"
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<p>
She turned her eyes on him, seeming to look through him. Jack wasn't sure if she'd heard him. Up close, she appeared insubstantial, as if she was made from
the fog itself. When she spoke, her voice was barely more than a whisper.
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<p>
"Pay the passage. None cross without payment. Those who stay sleep forever in the depths."
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<p>
Jack recalled what the horned guardian had said in the cavern. <em>Find the means to pay your way, or sleep forever.</em>
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<p>
"I can pay," he said, delving into the pocket. He drew out a gold coin that Rune the Cluricaun had given him in Eirinn. The five stars of the Corona
constellation gleamed on its polished surface, the sign of the Sky Queen.
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<p>
She bent over him, empty eyes fixed on the coin.
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<p>
"Her coin has no value here," she whispered, her voice hollow. "And one would not pay passage for four."
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<p>
"You could give us children's rates," Kerry said. "How about half-fare?"
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<p>
The ferrywoman closed her eyes and the boat moved away from the bank.
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<p>
"Wait," Corriwen cried. "I have coin!"
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<p>
She slung her pack from her shoulder delved inside and drew out a leather purse.
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<p>
"When we escaped Dermott's men, we took weapons and horses&#8230;and their money."
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<p>
She rummaged, feeling with her fingers then drew them out. "We spent some on bread. But maybe there is enough."
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<p>
Four small coins lay on her palm. They were chipped and worn with age, but they were silver, which was plain to see. Jack hoped the woman would accept the
money.
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<p>
The ferrywoman held out a slender hand. Corriwen dropped the coins into it. They made no sound at all. Her fingers closed and when they opened again, the
four coins had vanished.
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<p>
"Passage paid," the woman whispered. "Embark."
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<p>
They filed aboard. Almost immediately, the boat turned away and they were cutting across the current. The little bank behind them faded into the mist.
Under the surface of the water, the ghostly beings swayed dreamily. Kerry couldn't draw his eyes away from them and his knuckles were white on the gunwale.
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<p>
Jack couldn't tell how far they travelled in silence, huddled together for warmth and comfort. At some point, he knew he must have dozed, for he started
awake when the low prow nudged a shallow bank. He was stiff and weary.
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<p>
They had reached the far side of the river. He helped Corriwen and Rionna out onto the bank. Kerry followed with their packs and dumped them at their feet.
He turned and saw the boat and the ferrywoman already turning from the bank.
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<p>
"Creepy old lady," Kerry said.
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<p>
Overhead, the sky was now an unearthly red and the landscape brown and parched. It stretched into the far distance. As far as Jack could see, nothing
living grew here.
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<p>
They stood together, looking at miles of scorched earth, littered with craters and bare rocks which jutted up like stumps of old teeth.
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<p>
"Any idea where we are?" Kerry asked, not expecting an answer.
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<p>
Jack scanned the barren lands and all he saw was desolation. He wondered if his father had made the journey to this awful place before them.
</p>
<p>
Could he have survived here for so long?
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<p>
As soon as that thought struck him, Jack wondered in the four of them could survive here at all. They had made it thus far, survived everything that the
nightshades and Bodron's spellbinding could throw at them. Yet this lifeless place looked as if it could swallow them up and leave no trace. He closed his
eyes, weary and beset by doubt. Kerry and Corriwen would look to him for guidance and he could think of nothing except finding a way home, if there <em>was</em> a way home.
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<p>
Corriwen touched him on the shoulder and he turned to her.
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<p>
"I can see something up ahead," she said, pointing. Jack stood close to follow her direction. Far out, where the seared land met the red sky, there was a
faint smudge of darkness. It could have been a hill, or a storm or a cloud, but there was nothing to gauge distance by.
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<p>
Kerry bent down to open his pack. He pulled out his water canteen and took a sip, then passed it around and they all drank gratefully.
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<p>
He began to lay out his weapons: the short sword, the old sling the Major had given him, and the bolas with its three weights that Connor had shown him how
to use. Corriwen sat beside him and stropped her blades on her leather belt.
</p>
<p>
"I think we've run out of luck," Kerry said flatly. "The Book said there was no way home."
</p>
<p>
Corriwen interjected: "Maybe it's wrong this time."
</p>
<p>
"Maybe your father was here," Kerry said softly. "And maybe he just didn't &#8230;.."
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<p>
Kerry didn't say the word, but everybody knew what he meant.
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<p>
The heartstone pulsed very gently. Jack's fingers closed around it and its slow beat somehow ignited a spark of hope within him. The Journeyman's stone
still had some power here, maybe something to tell him. Jack suddenly thought that if he truly believed his father was dead, then this had all been for
nothing, all the dangers and all the fear. He did not want to think he had led his friends through all that for no reason.
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<p>
And he did not really want to consider the possibility that after battling through Temair and Eirinn and now Uaine, that there hadn't been a real purpose
in all their travels.
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Hadn't the Sky Queen had spoken to him on Tara Hill? She had told him to find the gateway into summer and he had done so, to find himself in Uaine.
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<p>
Everything they had done, every turn, every battle, had led them here.
</p>
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There are no coincidences, he told himself. <em>No coincidences</em>.
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There <em>must</em> be a purpose, he told himself. If his father had found his way to this dreadful place, then Jack Flint would find him. And then, no
matter what it took, he would help his friends find a way to get home.
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<p>
Jack took out the Book of Ways and laid it on a dry flat stone. They watched as it opened its pages and flicked through almost to the very end. Jack
thought for a second it would just snap shut, but it stopped at the final page.
</p>
<p>
An omen, he thought. <em>We are near the end</em>.
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When the words finally appeared, they were red as the sky, red as blood.
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For Journeyman the End of Ways
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To stand at brink of the End of Days
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The foulest foe lies here await
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And traveller meets final fate
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In darkest place, whence none return
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<p class="centered">
Yet one is four and four is one
</p>
<p class="centered">
Light and life may still be won
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Heart and soul may ever quail
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<p class="centered">
Four as one may yet prevail
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Prepare to meet the evil bane
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That dwells on terror, fear and pain
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Hold hard to faith in mortal fight
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As dark prepares to smother light
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And plunge all worlds to deepest night.
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"Well, there's no mistaking that," Kerry said, running a finger up his sword-blade. "And I get the four-is-one bit. One for all and each for everybody
else, right?"
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<p>
"It's ever thus," Corriwen solemnly agreed.
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<p>
"At least it says there's a chance," Jack said. That flicker of hope flared brighter. "Light and life may still be won."
</p>
<p>
"Except for the evil bane part," Kerry said. He looked at the short-sword. "I wish we had something better. Like a tommy-gun or a tank. Or one of those
apache heli-choppers from the movies."
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<p>
Rionna and Corriwen looked at him blankly. Jack forced a wry grin. He patted the hilt of the broadsword.
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"We'll have to make do with what we've got," he said. "Come on, let's go."
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