The Limbreth Gate

The Limbreth Gate
Megan Lindholm

A reissue of classic backlist titles from the author of the best selling Farseer Trilogy and The Liveship Traders books. THE LIMBRETH GATE is book three in THE WINDSINGERS series, which introduced her popular gypsy characters, Ki and Vandien.The third book in the Megan Lindholm (Robin Hobb) backlist .The Limbreth Gate is book three in The Windsingers series, following Harpy’s Flight and The Windsingers, which introduced her popular gypsy characters, Ki and Vandien.

The Limbreth Gate

Book Three of the Windsingers Series

Robin Hobb

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A slender red fissure appeared in the wall, dividing the stone like a snake cutting through water. The Windsinger had no breath to give the cry of relief she felt. Instead she gathered her strength again, and let it flow from her. The stony goddesses and bearded warriors in bas relief on the wall stared past her unseeing. The uncertain light of her fluttering lamp touched their high cheekbones and rounded arms, but left their eyes in darkness. Yoleth paid no heed to them. They had stalked the walls of Jojorum long before she was born, and would still be slowly weathering away long after she was gone. The creeping fissure split the smiling lips and smooth brow of a minor deity.

The city was still; Yoleth had lulled the wind to silence, and the crowing of cocks and the stirrings of market stall farmers were still hours away. The soft dust of the city streets lay as fine as talc over the ancient paving stones. In all the predawn city, only Yoleth was awake and striving.

A fine haze of sweat misted her lightly scaled skin. It damped the tall blue cowl that framed her narrow face, sticking it to her brow and the back of her neck. Her eyes, grey streaked with white, narrowed with the intensity of her effort. Her arms were folded before her, slender hands clasping one another’s wrists within the voluminous sleeves of the blue gown that proclaimed her a Windsinger of rank. Her body was still but her mind groaned with effort.

She must not waver now. Carefully she blanked her mind again, losing her identity, letting her strength be tapped by the Limbreth on the other side. The seam became a jagged crack. The dark red light that glowed through it was like a fire seen through treetrunks at night. The edges of the opening became regular, forming a tall thin rectangle. Her body steamed beneath her robes; the fine cloth grew heavy with damp. The rectangle stretched wider.

Yoleth struggled to remain apart from it. Curiosity broke and bubbled in her; she longed to peer through the opening Gate. But if the Limbreth were to be successful, she must not divert any of her mind’s power. The Limbreth must control her vision and use her will to see the Gate from this side. She did not know how much longer she could support that need and remain standing. She banished the thought, trying for these moments not to think, not even to be.

The Gate was as wide as a Human now, and taller. But that would not be enough. She heard the hiss of her own breath between her teeth. With an effort that made the edges of the Gate waver, she returned her breathing to its deep regularity. The edges of the Gate firmed. The Limbreth stretched it wider. She felt herself drawn thinner with the effort. There. Surely that was wide enough now. But the Limbreth continued, drawing the sides of the Gate farther and farther apart. Her legs began to tremble, and she could not still them. Her strength was stretched thin as wire.

Slowly she sank to her knees, her robes wilting about her like the petals of a dying flower. Her proud head sagged forward. The Keeper stepped into the Gate, holding it, and Yoleth fell. The lamp beside her guttered, smoked, and went out.

The Keeper filled the Gate and held it. Yoleth’s task was done; strength flowed back into her. She dragged herself to her feet, resuming a Windsinger’s dignity. A trill from her throat brought a tiny breeze that cooled her skin. Withdrawing a small blue handkerchief from her sleeve, she dried her face daintily. She gave a short sigh; a flick of her hand stilled the breeze. ‘It’s done.’

‘Yes,’ the Keeper agreed, his voice like stones falling into a still pool.

Yoleth regarded him with some curiosity. He was a squat and sexless thing, clad in layers of garments so ragged that they effectively concealed the shape of his torso and legs. His arms were lissome and shapely for all their grey color. His hands had three thick fingers that ended in squared-off nails. A shapeless hood hung low over his brow, but concealed no eyes. Two slitlike nostrils flared as he breathed, and his mouth was a puckered seam. But he it was that filled the Gate and held it, his presence and training keeping open the rift between the worlds.

‘I am Yoleth, of the Windsingers,’ she announced formally.

‘I am the Keeper of the Gate, servant of the Limbreth.’ Whatever name he had ever borne had been swallowed by his duty. ‘Where is the one who would go through the Gate?’

‘She has not yet reached Jojorum,’ Yoleth said hastily, surprised by his directness. ‘Her route is not a straight one; bad roads may delay her. But I thought it best to have the Gate ready before she arrived.’

‘Your snare is set, then, but the prey has not yet arrived.’ The Keeper chuckled sonorously. ‘By trickery and by treachery do they come, those who go through my Gate. Is she a fool or a victim of her trust in you?’

‘That is none of your affair,’ Yoleth rebuked him haughtily. ‘My agreement is with your master, and your duty is to honor it.’

‘As I shall. I shall sit within my Gate and wait. When you are ready to use the Gate, you have only to bring your victim here. I will be ready. I have already selected the one from our side that will enter your world to keep the balance.’