Alanna didn't have time to try to heal Jon. She gripped his cold hand and shoved her gift into him. Immediately he sat up and shook his head to clear the feeling of exhaustion. "Alanna! How is the battle faring?"
Her response was grim. She pulled Jon to his feet and stuffed the Jewel into his hands.
"Use it," she advised. "We need this now."
He nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate. Enemy soldiers fell, dead from the Jewel's power, by the score. The immortals in the air disappeared. At the same time, Uosae was cackling and massacring Tortallans.
The Tortallan soldiers fought with new ferocity, now greatly outnumbering the enemies. Soon, there were no Scanran or Tusaine soldiers on the field. All were killed or had fled. Now, the main problem was Uosae. She was slowly consuming the battlefield with her power.
"Alanna! You have to become what you became that day in the Black City, and when I had the Sweating Sickness!" Jon cried. Alarmed, Alanna obeyed and started the chant.
"Great Mother, Dark Lady, Mother of mares and mountains. Open the way for me…" Her voice was drowned out by the voice of the Goddess.
"Yes, child?" The goddess inquired. Her voice made Alanna cringe.
"You must stop Uosae! She is your responsibility!" Alanna pleaded.
"Get your soldiers off of the field," the voice said.
Alanna relayed the Goddess's wishes to Jon, who used his scrying-mirror to inform Vanget HaMinch and Sir Raoul to retreat. Soon, Uosae was the only one standing on the field. She laughed insanely as the ever-changing color of her magic brewed around her.
Suddenly, dozens of forms materialized on the battlefield, surrounding Uosae. They formed to be all of the great Gods. Mithros was a commanding figure in gold mail, the great mother goddess stood across from him. The rest of the Great Gods formed a circle.
"Uosae, you disregarded our command to stay on your realm. You are condemned to remain in your realms until the next THREE starts are born!" Mithros yelled. The Tortallans bowed to the gods, overcome by being in their presence.
Mithros and the Great Mother Goddess joined hands, and a growing ball of power radiated off of them. It grew to be so bright that the Tortallans had to shield their eyes. In one blinding flash, all of the Gods were gone, including Uosae.
Jon gripped Alanna's hand. "We've done ir again, King's Champion. Tortall is safe."