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King of The Dead
Theblood-redglowpouredfromtheeyesocketswithever-increasingintensity.Firancouldfeel
thefleshofhisfacebeingdraggedforwardevenashestrainedtoholdhisheadback.Thenit
wasasifhisownfleshwerebeingpulledloosefromthebonetowhichitwasattached,
stretchingouttomeetandtouchtheapproachinghorror.
Andthenthefacewastouchinghis.Theglowfromtheeyesocketsblindedhim,
drowningeveryothersight,andhecouldfeeltheslimyfleshofthecreature’sfacepressing
against--andinto--hisown.
Hisnostrilswerefilledwiththestenchofcorruption,histonguesmotheringinits
hideoustasteasthemolderingfleshenvelopedhim.Hetriedtoscream,buthismouthand
tongueandthroatwerefilledbyasuffocatingputrescencethatwas…
...himself.
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Ravenloftisanetherworldofevil,aplaceofdarknessthatcanbereachedfromany
world--escapeisadifferentmatterentirely.TheunluckywhostumbleintotheDarkDomains
findthemselvestrappedinlandsfilledwithvampires,werebeasts,zombiesandworse.
Eachnovelintheseriesisacompletestoryinitself,revealingthechillingtalesofthe
beleagueredheroesandpowerfulevillordswhopopulatetheDarkDomains.
KingoftheDead:RavenloftBook15
byGenedeWeese;1996.
FortheeldritchBrothersDuaneandalltheminionsofSSRandShanadu,
particularlyRobertE.Briney,W.PaulGanley,andBrianJ.McNaughton
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Prolog
Helpless,hestruggledthroughthesuffocatingmistswithaimlessdesperation.
Wherewashe?Whatwasthisplace,andhowhadhecometobehere?
Therewasatimewhenhehadknown,ofthathewassure,butnowhedidnot.He
couldrememberonlythathehadremembered,andthisknowledgewasevenmoreterrifying
thanthemiststhemselves.Itwasasifhewerehimselfbeingeatenawaybywhateverpowers
lurkedjustbeyondhisvision,hiddenintheendless,blindingwhiteness.
Andperhapshewas.
Forallheknew,thatwaspreciselywhatwashappening,andhewashelplesstocombat
whatevermannerofcreaturewasdoingthistohim.Helplesseventoknowifsuchacreature
existed.
Orifanythingexistedbeyondtheimprisoningfog.
Fornow,hehadnogoalotherthansurvivalandtheincreasinglydesperatehopethatthe
impenetrablefog,likethefogthatcloakedhismind,mustsomewherehaveanend.
Forwhatseemedlikeeons,heforcedhimselftocontinuemovingthroughthesilence,
theonlysoundthemuffledthudofhisfeetagainsttheunseenandunansweredquestionsthat
echoedendlesslythroughhismind:Whatisthisplace?WhyamIhere?Willmytormentnever
end?
Abruptlyhestopped.Fromsomewherecamethedistantsoundofrumblinglaughter,
andthethoughtappearedunbiddenandmeaningless,inhismind:theshadows.
Andaface,thatofayoungman,barelybeyondboyhood,flashedbeforehiseyesand
wasgone,swallowedupbythemists.Thefeatureswereachinglyfamiliaryetutterlyunknown.
Andasecondface,thisonelingering,atfirstdistortedandhalfconcealedbythe
cloakingmistsbutquicklybecomingsofrighteningly,loathsomelyvividthathethrewuphis
armstowarditoff.Itwasnottrulyaface,butwhathadoncebeenaface.Nowitwasrotting,
virtuallyfleshless,asifithadbeendraggedfromamonth-oldgrave,decayingandutterly
lifeless.
Exceptfortheeyes.
Eyesthatwerenoteyesbutglowingcoalsrecesseddeepwithinsocketssocavernousthey
musthavebeenrootedinwhateverremainedofthecreature’sbrain.
Buteyesthatburnedwithsomepervertedformoflife.
Andeyesthatseemedtoradiatepainandhorror.
Shuddering,notonlyattherepulsivefeaturesbutalsoatthethoughtofwhatthesoul
trappedwithinsuchashellofcorruptionmustendure,hewasrelievedwhen,finally,theimage
wasswallowedupbythemists.Whateveritwas,whateverthattorturedsoulhaddonetobe
metedsuchpunishment,itwasnoneofhisconcern.
Hisonlyconcernwas--
Waswhat?
Panicclutchedathimanew.Foramoment,theimageshaddrivenhisownfearsfrom
histhoughts,butnowtheycamefloodingback.Hewastrappedandhelpless,remembering
nothing,notevenhisownidentity.Hehadnopast,nofuture,onlyafog-shrouded,
terror-filledpresent!
Asiftotaunthimanew,thegrotesque,meaninglessimagesreturnedtoswirlaround
him.Therottingface,nowperchedatopadecayingbodywrappedinkinglyrobesthatmocked
andmaderidiculoustheirpatheticcontents.
Andtheyoungman’sface,nowhaloedingoldencurls,becomingevenyoungerthan
before,untilitwasnolongerthatofayoungmanbutthatofaboy,theyespleading,thelips
workingsoundlessly,desperately,andallthewhilethemuffledlaughtermockedthemboth,
and--
Suddenlythemistsandalltheirimaginedcontentsweregone,notpartingorswirling
awaybutsimplyvanishing,leavingonlyanechoofsilentlaughter.
Andutterdarkness.
Butonlyforamoment.
Evenasthedistantlaughterfaded,aworldformedaroundhim,aworldofchillnightair
andfaintstarlightandawallofmassivetreesrearingupbeforehim.Foralongmoment,he
luxuriatedinthefeelofthecoolbreezeonhisskinandthedampodorofthenightashe
hungrilydrankinthesightofthestarsintheirunfamiliarpatternsandtherugged,corrugated
barkofthetrees,thedelicatetraceryofveinsintheirmany-pointedleaves,eventheindividual
bladesofgrassathisfeet.Itwasasifhissenseshadbeenstarvedbythesuffocatingmists,and
now…
Butthenhewonderedhowhewasabletoseesuchdetailswhentheonlylightwasfrom
ascatteringofstarsinthemoonlesssky.Washeasorcerer,tobecapableofsuchthings?
Thethoughtdidnotstartlehim.Itseemedalmostnatural.Itwastheimplicationsthat
weredisturbing.
Ifhewereasorcerer,hadherunafoulofonemorepowerfulthanhimself?Onethat
hadrobbedhimofhismindandcasthishelplessshellofabodyintothisalienplane?
Hisbackwassuddenlyatingle,andheturnedsharplyfromtheforest.
Itwasasifhisfearshadbeenpulledfromhismindandgivenform.Nomorethana
quarterofamiledistantacrossatreelessplainstoodahill--no,notahillbutamassive
outcropping,ajaggedheapofflintyrockthatthrustupthroughtheearthasiffromsome
subterraneanpit.
Andperchedatopthemisshapenmound,coveringitlikeagrotesquelymagnificent
crown,thetowersandturretsofanimmensecastlestabbedhighintothealiensky,itssheer
wallsunscalable,unassailable.Asinglenarrowroadwounditsprecariouswaytoamassive
door,theonlyvisibleentrance,inasectionofwallbetweentwojoinedtowers.Otherthanthat
door,therewereonlynarrowslitsintherough-hewnstoneofthewalls,slitsthroughwhich
archerscouldloosebarragesofarrowsandspearsagainstanyonefoolhardyenoughto
approach.
Whoeverwasmasterofthisplaceobviouslydidnotwelcomevisitorsandcertainlywouldnot
welcomehim,especiallyiftheonewhodwelttherewasthesorcererresponsibleforhispresent
predicament.
If…
Heknewnoreasontothinkthus,butnonethelesshecouldnotshakethethought.
Irritablyheturnedhisattentiononceagaintotheforest.Randomspeculationwas
pointlessanddidnothingbutwasteprecioustime.Whatheneededwasknowledge.Facts.First
ofall,nowthathehadatlastescaped-beenreleasedfrom?-thatfeaturelesslimboofmistsand
foundhimselfinwhatappearedtobearealworld,heneededtoknowwhatthatworldwas.
Butmostimportantly,heneededtoknowwhatandwhohewasandwhatpowershe
possessed.For,nomatterwherehewas,somethingdeepwithinhimseemedtosay,hecould
relyonlyuponhimself,uponhisownabilities,hisownstrengths,whatevertheymightbe.
Oncehelearnedtheirnature,therewouldbetimeenoughtodiscoverandchallengehis
enemies,whethertheydweltconvenientlyinthisforbiddingcastleorelsewhere.
Helistened,puzzledatthesilence.Surelyaforestasdenseasthiswouldbefilledwith
life,andyettheonlysoundswerefaintrustlingsoftheleavesinthechillbreezeandthedistant
rushofwaterpastthebanksofanunseenriver.Iftherewerenightcreaturesofanykind,their
voicesweresilent.
Except…
Fromsomewheredeepintheforestcamethefaintsoundofwhisperedvoices.
So.Therewereothersabroadinthenight.
Focusingonthatsoundalone,heblottedeverythingelsefromhisseemingly
preternaturalsensesuntilhehadadirectionpinpointedinthedarkness.Withnothoughtfor
concealment,heplungedintothedenseundergrowthoftheforest,brushingtheleavesand
branchesandvinesasideasiftheyhadnomoresubstancethanthemistshehadjustdeparted.
Hewas,herealizedafterahundredyards,approachingthesourcenotonlyofthe
whispersbutoftherushingwateraswell.
Andofafaint,greenishglowthatoriginatednotintheskybutinthedepthsofthe
forest.
PartI:Darkon
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Silently,BalitorhoodedhislanternandmotionedforOldartodothesame.
“Youknewwemusthideourselvesindarkness,”Balitorsaidinasoftwhisperwhenthe
youngermanhesitated.“Notthatdarknessalonecouldshieldusfromhiseyes,”headded,
fingeringtheminutelyinscribedmedallionrestingbeneaththecoarseweaveofhispeasant’s
shirt.
Oldarshiveredinhisraggedwoolencloakbutnoddedandcomplied,nervously
brushinghisfingersagainstanidenticalmedallionsuspended,likeBalitor’s,fromaleathercord
aroundhisneck.Thecoveronhislanternclickedintoplace,anddarknessclosedaroundhim
socompletelyitmadehimsway.Onlybyspreadinghisfeetandplantingthemfirmly,ashehad
sooftenbracedhimselfagainstthetugofhorseandplow,couldhekeephisbalanceinthose
firstmomentsofblackness.Hehadnotimaginedanythingcouldbethisdark.
“Thismustbewhatitistobeblind,”hemurmured,hisvoicesoftbutstillstartlingly
loudinthesilenceoftheforest.
Foralongtime,theystoodperfectlystill.Finally,likehalf-formedshadows,thetrees
tookphantomshapearoundthem.ToOldar’seyes,Balitorwasdistinguishableonlybecauseof
hisnearnessandthefaintsusurrusofhisbreathing.
Silently,gingerly,theymovedforward.Behindthemtheyheardtheoccasionalchirrup
ofaninsect,theflutterofanightbirdorabatasitsoughtoutamorsel.Aheadtherewasno
soundofanylivingthing,onlythefaintrushofwaterwherethereshouldhavebeennone.The
canalsofIlAlukweretenmilesdistant,thewatersoftheVucharnocloser.
Oldarshiveredagaindespitehiseffortstokeephimselfundercontrol.Thewarnings
aboutthedarknessandthelifelesssilencehadnotpreparedhimforthereality,anymorethan
warningsofthepitfallsofleavinghistinyvillagefortheteemingstreetsofIlAlukhadprepared
himforthatreality.Itwasasifthestill-unseencastle-oritsmaster,therarelyseenLord
Darcalus-exudeddarknessandsilence,makingdimthelightofthelanternsevenbeforethey
hadbeenhooded,mufflingtheirfootsteps,dullingeventheinternalsoundsofoftheirown
breathingandheartbeats.
Untilthelastfewhundredyards,allhadbeennormal-asnormalasnightcouldeverbe
inthislandwheredoorsweresealedandwindowsshutteredvirtuallyfromsunsettosunrise.
Therehadatleastbeenoccasionalsoundsoflife,occasionalrustlingsinthehighgrassand
brambles,thesightorsoundofasnakeorrabbitdartingforcoverattheirapproach.Herethere
wasnothingbuttheloomingpresenceofthecursedcastlesomewherebeyondtheforestthat
surroundedthem.
“Thewomanwasmad,”Oldarwhispered,suddenlydespairingofeverseeinghisfather
again,orthetinypatchoflandhehadcalledhomeforhisfirsteighteenyears.
Balitorchuckledsilently.“Wasshe,now?Iwonder.Sheisdoubtlesssafeinher
goose-downbed,whileweareabroadandhelplessinthenight,intheveryshadowofAvernus,
doingherbidding.”
“Soweareevenmadderthanshe.Thisisscarcelyacomfort.”
“Thentakecomfortinthefactthat,sofar,shehasbeenrightineverythingshetoldus.
Youcanfeeltheshadowshepredictedwouldenvelopthisplace.Youcan,Iimagine,hearthe
streamaheadofus,astreamthathasneithersourcenoredestinationoutsidethisforest.And
wewillsoonseeif,asshebelieves,itemergesfromthenetherregionsandreturnswithoutever
beingexposedtoopensky.Wemayeventuallyevenlearnifitsmagicalcurativepowersareas
greatasshehopes.”
“Ifherrightnessissocomfortingandmakesussosafe,thenwhywouldshenotcome
herself?Whyshouldshehirethepairofus?”
“Thatisthewayofladiessuchasshe.Ifanythingsmacksofworkorhardshipor
discomfort,theyhaveitdoneforthem.Wouldyouhaveitotherwise?Anddeprivethelikesof
usofalivelihood?”
Oldarsighed,knowinghewouldneverbesthisfriendinabattleofwordsorwits.Even
minorskirmishessuchasthiswerelostbeforetheyevenbegun.“Alotofgooditwilldousin
ourgraves,”hemuttered,“providedwearewholeenoughtoevenrequiregravesafterthis
night.”
Balitorlaughedsoftly.“Wehavenochoicebuttoremainwhole,friendOldar,”he
whisperedback.“Shehasalreadypaidusmorethaneitherofuscouldhopetoearninayear-
morethaneitherofuseverhaveearnedinayear-andifwearesuccessful,shewillpayuseven
more.Wemustremainwholeifweeverexpecttospendthosegenerousbounties.”
“Ifwearesuccessful.Ifwesurvive.Iambeginningtodoubtbothoutcomes.”
“Thenleave,”Balitorsaidwithashrug.“Itwillmeanthatmuchmoreforme.Onlydo
itquietly,anddonotshowyourlightuntilyouarewelloutsidetheshadow.”
Oldarstoodsilently,irresolutely.Witheachpassingmoment,hemoredesperately
wantedtoturntailandflee,evenifitmeantcrashingblindlyintotreeaftertreeashecaromed
backthewaytheyhadcome.Scratchesandbruiseswereasmallpricetopayforhislife.
Buthecouldnotrunaway.Hehadgivenhisword,andhehadnochoicebuttohonor
thatword,eventhoughhehadnotbeenentirelysoberwhenithadbeengiven.
Intheend,hesuckedinhisbreath,thesoundasmuffledaseverythingelseinthisplace,
andmovedslowly,deliberatelyforward,shouldertoshoulderwithBalitor.Witheventhestars
blockedbytheroofofleaveshighoverhead,theyhadnowayofmarkingthepassingoftime.
Atbest,theycouldcounttheirstepsandthustakemeasureofthedistancetheycovered.
Andlistentotheonlysoundthatwasnotmuffledorsilenced:thegrowingrushof
water.
Slowlyitgrewlouder,untilfinallyitsoundedmorelikeagushingmountainfallsthana
stream.
Theunderbrushthickened,nowlacedwithheavyvinesthatreachedupandgrippedthe
branchesofthetreesandhadtobeforcedasideliketheflexiblebarsofasurrealisticprison.The
groundsoftenedandbecameominouslyspringy,asiftheywerewalkingonthepoorly
supportedsodroofofahugecavern.
Andthen,totheirsurprise--thiswasn
otsomethingtheladyhadpredicted--theyforced
theirwaythroughonelastcurtainofvinesandfoundthemselvesbathedinadim,greenish
glow.Thesourceofthestreamwasfiftyyardsinfrontofthem,beyondastandofwaist-high
marshgrass.Thewaterdidn’tbubbleupasiffromaspring.Instead,itrushedoutofanunseen
opening,likeaminiatureriverracingdownamountainslope,onlyitwasracingupaslope,
thenlevelingofffornomorethanahundredfeetbeforeitvanishedoncemoreintotheearth.
Thewater,almostfrothywhereitemerged,glowedasicklygreen,butfadedbackinto
darknessbarelyhalfwayalongitscourse,asifovercomebythedarknessradiatingfromthe
openingthroughwhichitreturnedtotheunderground.
“Iwouldsay,”Balitorbreathed,“thatthiswaterdoesindeedhavesomeunusual
properties.”
Oldarfoundhimselflaughingnervouslyashispartnertookoneoftwometalcontainers
fromasmallleatherpouchsuspendedfromastrapoverhisshoulder.Likethemedallions,its
leadengraysurfacewasinscribedwithintricate,incomprehensiblesymbols.Uncorkingit,
Balitorcautiouslyeasedhiswayintothethicketofmarshgrass,grimacingastheground
becameevenmoreunsteadyunderhisfeet.
Butfinallyhewasthere,withinarm’sreachoftheglowingcascade.Kneelingslowly,he
loweredthefirstcontainerintotherushingwater.
Andgaspedashepulledback.
“Stingslikethedevil,”hesaidwithanothergrimace.“IdonotbelieveIwanttoknow
whatitfeelslikeinsideaperson.ThatIwillleavethatfortheladytolearnwithoutmyhelp.”
HelookedbackatOldar.“Youcollectsomefromtheotherend,wherethedarknesstakesit.
Andsomefromthemiddle.”
Oldarswallowed,sayingnothing,onlynoddingreluctantly.Evenmorereluctantly,but
knowinghehadnochoice,Oldartookacautiousstepintothewaist-highgrassandontothe
springy,almostquiveringearthbeneathit.
Hetookanotherstep.
Andyetanother.
Hestifledascreamassomethinggrippedhisankle.Instinctivelyhejerkedbackward,
tryingtopullfree.Instead,hefell,hisbackcrushingthethickgrassesontotheresilientground.
Whateveritwasreleaseditsholdorwastornloose,andOldarscrabbledbackwardand
lurchedtohisfeet…
Andgaspedandfellbackwardagainassheerterrorfrozehismindandhismusclesinto
immobility.Risingspasmodicallyoutofthegrassesinfrontofhim,askeletalfigureina
tattered,dirt-encrustedshroudlurchedtowardhim,itsdecayingshredsoffleshahideousgreen
inthewater’sglow.Itshands,patchesofboneandligamentlessjointsplainlyvisible,reached
outforhimasitlurchedforwardanotherstep,thisonelessenusteadythanthefirst,asifitwere
gainingstrengthandcoordinationwitheachmomentofitsexistence.
Ascreamshatteredthesilence,hisownscreambutnotbornofanyconsciousthought.
Thesound-andthesuddenraspingpainitinflictedonthisthroat-shatteredhisparalysis,and
helurchedtohisfeet,nomoregracefullythanthecreaturebeforehim.
“Run!”Balitorshouted,hisvoiceseemingtocomefromagreatdistance,butdespite
thesoundnessoftheadvice,Oldarfoundthathecouldnotfollowit.Nothingvisiblewas
grippinghim,unlessitwastheglowitself,buthecouldbarelymove.Itwasasifhislimbshad
suddenlybeensubmergedinwaterorinsomethingeventhickerandmoreviscous.
Andasheturnedslowly,ponderously,hesawthatBalitorwasnobetteroff.Theoldermanhad
returnedthenowcorkedandfullcontainerstohisleatherpouch,buthislegsweremovingno
morerapidly,nomorefreelythanOldar’s.Hisfacewasamaskofterror,mouthwide,eyes
bulging.
Vainly,Oldarstrainedtorun,theterrorcuttingthroughhimlikeaknifeashemanaged
onlyasingle,draggingstep,thenanother. Ifitweren’tforthefranticbeatingofhisownheart,
muffledthoughitwas,hewouldhavethoughttimeitselfwascomingtoastop.Heshould
neverhavelistenedtoBalitorortoanyoftheotherfoolshehadfalleninwithinIlAluk!He
shouldhavestayedwithhisfatherandtilledthelandandnottemptedfateswithhisfoolish
desireforadventureandexcitement.Heshouldhave-
Theremnantsofahandclampedtightlyonthisshoulder,andanoverwhelmingodor
ofdecayassaultedhisnostrils,almostchokinghim.Hewouldhavescreamedonceagainifonly
hehadbeenableto.SeveralyardsbehindBalitor,Oldarsawthecurtainofvineswritheand
part,andhecouldonlywonderwhatnewhorrorthiscursedplacewasabouttolooseupon
them.
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Hewasstilldozensofyardsfromthesourceoftheglowwhenascreamofterror
drownedoutthesoundofrushingwaterandsenthimracingahead.
Thegroundgrewspongybeneathhisfeet.Grassandbrushwerereplacedbyvinesthat
seemedtograspthetreeslikeprisonersitfearedwouldescape,buttheydidn’tseemtohinder
hispassage.Itwasasiftheysensedhiscomingandwrithedaside,causinghimtowonderonce
againifhewereasorcererofsomekind,butstillnoanswerappearedinhismind.
Suddenlythelasttangleofvinesandunderbrushparted,andhefoundhimself
emergingintoaclearing.Helurchedtoastop,hiseyestakinginthegrotesquetableauinan
instant:Thesourceoftheglowwasatorrentofwaterrushingupoutoftheground,an
undergroundriversuddenlycomingtothesurface.
Andthere,inthetallmarshgrassthatspreadoutfromthewater,illuminatedbythe
sicklygreenglow,acreatureliketheonewhoserottingfeatureshadpursuedhimithroughthe
mistsloomedoverayoungmaninaraggedwoolencloak,theyoungmanseeminglyfrozen,
incapableofmeaningfulmovementasthecreature’sskeletalhandreachedoutandgraspedhis
shoulder.Anolderman,almostwithintheemergingrushofwater,strainedtorunaswell,
movingasifsomeforceheldhimtoaninchworm’space.
Withoutthoughtorhesitation,hechargedforward,anincantation-nonsensesyllables
tohisconsciousmind,butobviouslyfarmorethanthattowhateverpartofhimitwasthathad
producedthem-formingonhislips.Thoughhefeltresistance,asiftheairhadsuddenly
thickenedtoliquidconsistency,itbarelyslowedhimashefeltstrengthsurgingthroughhis
entirebody.Eventhemarshgrasses,likethevines,seemedtopartbeforehim,andhewasupon
thecreatureinseconds,hisownhandgraspingitsarmandtearingitsraggedhandfromthe
youngman’sshoulder.
Foramoment,itsunblinkinggazeremainedonitslostprey,butthenitturnedits
almostfleshlessfacetowardtheintruder.Itseyes,likethoseofthecreatureinthemists,were
coalslookingoutfromdeepwithinitsskull.
Andbehindthoseeyes…
Forjustaninstance,terrorclutchedathim.Itwasasifhewerebeingsuckedintothose
eyes,intothemold-encrustedskull.Forjustaninstant,hesawthecreaturethatwasactuallyin
control,feltitschillingtouch.Likethecreaturebeforehim,itsfeatureswerethoseofonelong
dead,itsglowingcoalsofeyestheonlysignofsomepervertedformoflifeanimatingthe
putrefyingflesh.Unlikethecreaturebeforehim,itwasdressednotinatatteredshroudwith
clumpsofdirtstillcaughtinthefoldsbutinmajesticrobesofvelvetandfurwithjeweled
medallionssuspendedfromgoldandsilverchainsaboutthedecayingfleshandexposedbone
ofitsneck.
Andonitshead,perchedatopaskullwithpatchesofstringyhairsproutingatodd
angles,wasacrownstuddedwithjewelsofadozenvarietiesandcolors.
Andthentheimagewasgone,leavingbehindonlyastartledimpressionofsuddenfear,
thoughwhatsuchacreaturecouldfearwasbeyondhiscomprehension.
Butwhateveritwas,itinspiredthepuppetcreaturebeforehimnottoretreatbutto
snarlinasoundlessparodyofrageandtolungeathim,graspinginacrushinggripandgoing
forhisthroatlikeamaddeneddog.
Withoutthinking,withonlyamoment’samazementatthestrengththeincantationof
momentsbeforehadtemporarilygrantedhim,hebrokethehold,forcingthecreature’sjaws
awayfromhisthroatwithaforcethatwouldhavebrokenanynormalneck.
Butthisonedidnotshatter,thoughhecouldseethevertebraethroughthefleshinhalf
adozenplaces,couldseetherewasnofleshormuscleworthyofthenametoholdthemin
place.
Ashestood,holdingthecreatureatarm’slength,themarshgrassesstirredasdozen
yardsaway.Amomentlater,asecondcreaturelurchedtoitsfeetandbegantoshambletoward
him.
Hisfingersbitingintothecreature’sundeadflesh,hebracedhimselfandliftedits
writhingformhighoverhishead.Foramoment,hepreparedtothrowitwithallhismight
directlyattheapproachingcreature,butsomethingstoppedhim.Itwoulddonogood.
Obviouslycreaturessuchasthesecouldnotbekilled,evenifhesnappedtheirspinesintwo.
Theywerealreadydead,theirdisintegratingbodiesbeingheldtogetherandcontrolledbythe
sorceryofthethinghehadglimpsedbehindthecreature’seyes.
Stillholdingthecreaturealoft,itsfranticstrugglesdislodgingclotsofdirtthatfellfrom
itsshroudontohisheadandshoulders,helurchedtothewater’sedge,notatthepointofits
glowingemergencebutneartheotherend,wheredarknessseemedtoreachoutandsuckthe
waterin.
Withallhisnewfoundstrength,hehurledthescreatureintothewater,almostprecisely
atthepointwhereitvanishedintotheearth.
Foramoment,thedarknessseemedtodeepen,asifitwerealivingthing,gaining
strengthfromthehorrorithadjustdevoured.Eventheglowwherethewateremergedfrom
theearthseemedtofade.
Asheturnedtofacethesecondcreature,ithadalreadylurchedtoahaltandstood
swaying,asifitsdistantmasterhadlostcontrol.Thenitturned,nottowardhimioreitherof
thetwomenstandingnearbybuttowardthewater,towardwhereitslostbrotherhadjust
disappeared.
Anditfollowed,reachingoutwithseemingeagernessasitapproachedandhalffellinto
theswiftlyrunning,darkeningwaterandwassweptaway,unreisting.
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Asiftotallyparalizyedbythecreature’sgrip,Oldarcouldonlywatchthrough
terror-filledeyesassomethingappearedwherethevineshadparted.Foramoment,whileitwas
stillintheshadowsoftheforest,hethoughtitwasanotherhorrorliketheonethatalready
grippedhim.Itseyeshadseemedtoglowredly,butasitemergedintotheclearing,intothe
sicklygreenlightcastbythewater,theyfaded,andthefacewasrevealedtobethatofa
hawk-nosedmanofaboutBalitor’sage.Hisclothesweresimplepeasant’sgarbliketheirown,
whilefromtheforestshadows,theyhadseemedotherwise.
Thenthenewcomerwasracingacrosstheinterveningspace,obviouslynotslowedby
eitherfearorwhateverdevilishpowergrippedhimselfandBalitor.
ThehandofthecreaturewasrippedfromOldar’sshoulder,thecreatureitselfliftedand
thrown,struggling,intothewater,whereitdisappearedintotheundergrounddarkness.
Momentslateritwasfollowed,willingly,eveneagerly,byasecondcreature,whichhad
apparentlyrisenfromitsnearbygraveonlymomentsearlier.
Suddenly,asifthepowerthathadgrippedthemhadvanishedwiththecreatures,Oldar
realizedhecouldonceagainmovenormally.
“Whoeveryouare,sir,”Balitor’svoicecame,“wethankyoumostprofoundly,butI
suggestweremoveourselvesfromthisplacebeforediscussingthematterfurther.”
Theirrescuerhesitatedonlyamomentashecastaneyeupanddownthebrieflengthof
river.
“YouwouldknowbetterthanI,”hesaid,andhefollowedasBalitorledthewayata
brisktrot,reenteringtheforestwherethetwoofthemhademergedonlyminutesbefore,
thoughitseemedtoOldaraneternitymusthavepassed.
Balitorcontinued,maintaininghissilenceasheretracedtheirstepsasbesthecould
throughthenearbytotaldarkness.Finallytheypassedoutofthemufflingshadowoftheplace,
andthesoundsofnightresumed.
BalitorunhoodedhislanternandOldarfollowedsuit,turningcuriouslytowardtheir
rescuerashedid.
“Again,sir,”Balitorsaid,“wethankyoumostdeeply,IamBalitor.Myyoungfriendis
namedOldar.”
Two
579,BarovianCalendar(continued)
Untilthemomentthetwomenturnedtowardhim,thenewcomerrealizedthat,despite
theclarityofhisvision,hehadnotlooked-hadnotdaredlook?-directlyattheyoungman’s
face.Ashehadapproachedandtornthecreature’shandfromtheman’sshoulder,hisattention
hadbeenrivetedonthecreature,notonitsvictim.Oncethecreaturesweredisposedof,his
attentionhadturnedtotheolderman,andfromthatpointon,thetwoofthemhadhadtheir
backstohimastheyledthewayfromtheclearing,retracingtheirstepsfumblinglythrough
whatwasobviously,tothem,utterdarkness.
Butnow…
Nowtheyoungerman’sfaceseemedtoleapintosuddenfocus,asifwhateverhadbeen
forcinghisattentionelsewherehadabruptlywithdrawn.
Foramoment,hethoughtitwasthefacethathadhauntedhiminthemists,theyoung,
slender,helplessfacethathadatoncebeenachinglyfamiliarandentirelyunknown.
Butitwasnotquitethesameface,herealized.Thereweredifferences.Thefaceinthe
mist,evenwhenitfirstappeared,hadbeenyounger,onthevergeofbecomingaman,whilethe
onewhostoodbeforehim,theonecalledOldar,hadalreadyundergonethattransition.And
thereonhisunlinedforeheadwasadiagonalscar,themarkofsomepastbattleoraccident,
whilethefaceinthemisthadbeenuntouchedbyinjury.
Untouchedbyp hysicalinjury,thatis.Therehadbeenpainintheeyes,apainhecould
neitherunderstandnoralleviate.
Andatthethoughtofpain,heremembered:ThefacewasthatofIrik,hisson,andthat
otherrottingtravestyofafacewasthatofhisson’skiller.
Andthemist...ithadappearedoutofnowhereandswallowedthekillerup,andhehad
followed,plungingrecklesslyintothefogonthecreature’sheels,butthecreaturewasgone,
andamomentlaterhiswholeworldwasgone,andtheneventhem
emoryofthatworld,the
memoryofe verythingwasgone,until…
Untilnow.
Withoutfurtherwarning,afloodofmemoriesboredownonhismind,crushinghim
beneaththeirunbearableweight.
*****
Foramoment,theimageoftheirrescuerseemedtoshiftbeforetheireyes,asifa
distortinglenshadpassedbeforehim,butbeforeOldarcouldevenbegintocataloguethe
changes,theimagewassteadyoncemore.Theman’seyes,whichhadseemedbrieflytoglow
withmorethanthereflectedlightofthelanterns,hadfastenedonOldarwithanunnerving
intensity.
“MynameisFiran,”themansaid,anuncertaintyinhisvoice,asifheweretryingthe
nameoutforthefirsttime.
“Wearemostpleasedtomeetyou,friendFiran,”Balitorsaid.“NowIsuggestwebeon
ourwayagain,”headded,“andquickly.Wehavealongwaytogoandonlyourfeettocarry
us.”
Firandidnotdisagree,nordidOldar,whowasonlytoogladtobemovingonceagain,
aslongasitwasawayfromAvernus.
Fornearlyanhour,theypickedtheirwaysilentlythroughtheforest,theonlyseconds
theswishandcrackleoftheirthroughtheunderbrushandtheincreasinglyfrequentnight
soundsofinsectsandbirds.FinallyOldarheardBalitordrawinalongbreath.
“Consideringthefactthatweoweyouourverylives,friendFiran,”Balitorbegan,only
atraceofuneasinessevidentinhisvoice,“thelastthingIwouldwishtodoisoffendyou.
However,Imustaskhowyoucametoarriveatsuchanopportunemoment.Didyou,likeus,
havebusinessinthearea?”
Forseveralseconds,therewasnoreplyasBaltorseemedtoholdhisbreath.
“Inamannerofspeaking,”Firanrespondedatlast.Histonewasfirmerthanwhenhe
hadannouncedhisnamesotentatively,butitstilldidnothavetheconfidencethatonewould
havethoughtwouldbepossessedbyonecapableofsuchdeeds.“Tellme,ifyouknow,whose
creaturesthosewere.”
“IcanonlyassumetheywereinserviceofLordDarcalus,themasterofAvernus,”
Balitorsaidquickly,“indeedofallDarkon.Heisreputedtobeawizardofnomeanabilities.”
“Thesenamesmeannothingtome,”Firansaid,atouchofpettishnessenteringhis
voice.“ThisDarcalusliveswhere?InthecastlebeyondtheforestwhereIencounteredyou?”
“CastleAvernus,yes,”Balitorsaidcautiously.“Youarefromafar,then,friendFiran?”
Firanseemedtoconsiderhisanswerforsometimeastheycontinuedtowalk.Theforest
wasthinningnow,andsoontheywouldbeemergingintothenarrowcartpaththatled
eventuallytothemainroadtoIlAluk.
“TruthBetold,”Firansaidfinally,asifhavingcometoadecision,“Idonotknow.I
suspectIamthevictimofsomeformofsorcerymyself,perhapsperformedbythissame
Darcalusyouspeakof.UntilIspokeittoyouminutesago,Icouldnotputanameevento
myself,letalonemyorigins.”
“Isee,”Balitorsaid,thoughtoOldar,itseemedobviousthatBalitorsawnothing.But
Oldarwasusedtosuchbehavior.“Thenyoudonotknowhowitisyouhadthepowertomove
freelywhilethetwoofuswerenearlyparalyzed?Youdonotknowhowyouwereableto
overcomethosecreatures,almostcertainlyraisedfromtheirgravesbyLordDarcalus?”
“Idonot.”Firan’sfacehardened.“Yousayheisapowerfulwizard?Andthatherules
thislandyoucallDarkon?”
“Soitissaid.Ipersonallyhaveneverseenhim,norhasanyoneofmyacquaintance.”
“Herulesunseen,then?”
“Asfarasthelikesofusareconcerned,atleast.Itissaidthatthoseheappointstorulein
hissteadhaveseenhim,haveevenspokenwithhim.EachyearthereisagrandballatAvernus,
towhichallsuchareinvited.”
Firanseemedtoshiveratthewords.“Hehasbeenyourmasterforsometime,then?”
“Foraslongasanyonecanremember,”Balitorsaid,hisfacemomentarilycloudingasif
heweretrying-andfailing-torememberatimebeforethecomingofLordDarcalus.
“Andnoonehaschallengedhim?”
Balitorsnorted.“Somehavetried.Thecreaturesyousawearlierthisnightcouldeasily
havebeenamongsuchchallengers.LordDarcalusissaidtobeneithergenerousnorwasteful
withthosehedefeats.”
“Nor,Iwouldthink,withthosewhotrespassuponhisgrounds,asImustassumethe
twoofyouweredoing.”
Balitordidnotreply,andOldarpulledhisraggedwoolencloakmoretightlyaroundhis
shoulders,asifsuchafutilegesturecouldwardoffthedangerstheyhadcourtedthatnight.
Theyoungermanwasrelievedwhen,atlast,theruttedcartroadappearedbeforethem,
buthisreliefwasshort-lived.Theyhadgonenomorethanhalfamilewhenthesoundof
distantvoicesreachedtheirears.Oldarstiffened,castinghiseyesaboutinthefaintlightofa
risingquartermoon.Farahead,aroundoneofthemanybendsintheforestroad,alight
flickeredintheshadowsofthetrees.LordDarcalus’smen?Nowthatthethreeofthemhad
eludedDarcalus’smagicaldefenses,hadhesenthisearthlyforcestopursuethem?
OldarlookedapprehensivelytoBalitor,whoonlyshruggedandsighed.“Whateveritis,
wecannotfleeit.”HeglancedtowardFiran.“Canwe,friendFiran?”
“Theyaretravelers,campingforthenight,”Firansaid,notindicatinghowheknew
despiteaquestioninglookfromBalitor.
Slowlytheycontinueddowntheroad,thelightgrowingbrighterwitheachstep.
Roundingabend,theysawitwas,asFiranhadpredicted,acampfire.Halfadozenmenand
womenincolorfulVistanigarbsataboutthefireinaclearingafewyardsfromtheroad.A
luxuriantlymustachedmantendedtoapairofhorsestetherednexttotheround-roofed,
elaboratelypaintedwagonthatservedastheirhome.Oldwatchedapprehensivelyastheydrew
neartheclearing.HehadheardofthesegypsieswhocalledthemselvesVistanitbuthadnever,
onhisfather’spatchoflandorinIlAluk,actuallyseenevenasingleone.
Norhadhewishedto.HisfatherhadspuntalesofVistanicursesvisiteduponinnocent
peasantswhohad,allunknowing,offendedoneoftheirtribe.Itwasevenrumored,hisfather
oftensaid,thatanoffensewasnotalwaysrequired.Thereweretimes,hehadbeentold,when
theycastminorspells-arashthatwouldnotgoaway,anodorthatrepelledevenone’smate-
simplyfortheirownamusementortopromotecommerceintheirremediesandcharms.
TheVistanilookedup,theireyesglisteninginthefirelightasthetrioapproached,but
nogreetingswerecalledout,andOldarwasnotgoingtobethefirsttospeak.
Thethreewereabreastoftheclearing,theirshadowsloomingandlurchingasthe
Vistanicampfireflaredandfadedandflaredagain,whenthegold-trimmeddooratthebackof
thewagonswungopensilently,andawomaneasilytwiceasoldasanyoftheothersemerged.
AllVistanieyesturnedtowardherasshemovedprecariouslydownthesteps.
“Ihavebeenawaitingyourarrival,”shesaidinavoicefarstrongerthanherappearance
wouldhaveindicated.
Oldar’sheartracedasheglancedtowardBalitorforguidance.Theoldermanswallowed
audiblybutmanagedasmileasheslowed,thenstopped.Frowning,Firanfollowedsuit.Oldar
barelysuppressedaflinchashelookedbackattheVistanicampandsawthatallhadrisenand
weremovingaboutpurposefully.
Butinsteadofblockingtheroad,theysoonstoodinanalmostgeometricallystraight
linefromthewagontothecampfire,asifforminganhonorguardfortheoldwoman,who
nowhaltinglyapproachedthefire.
“Iwouldspeakwithyou,”shesaid,hervoicestillstrongdespiteherunsteadygait.
“Iwouldbehonored,”Balitorsaidquickly.
“AswouldI,”Oldaradded,whileFiranremainedsilent.
“Come,warmyourselfatourfire,”theoldwomansaid.“Itisrarethatag iorgioventures
outintheDarkonnight,yetherearethreeinitsdeepestfolds.”
“WehavebeenonamissionfortheLadyKarawinn,”Balitorsaid.“Wearereturningto
herevennow.”
“Ah!”Thewrinkledfeaturesfoldingintoasmile.“Shewhosehusbandwouldbebaron
ofthegrandestcityintheland.”
“WeknownothingofLordKarawinnorhisambitions,mylady,”Balitorsaidearnestly.
“ItisonlytheLadyKarawinnwhosebiddingwefollow.”
“Justso.Butsurelytheladyfollowsthebiddingofhermate.”
“Perhaps.Hisname,however,wasnevermentioned,nordidwesomuchasseehis
face.”
“Itwouldbesurprisingifyoudid.Buttellme,whatwasthemission?Tofetchapotion
ofyouth,perhaps?”
“How--”Oldarbegan,butBalitor’shandonhisarmcuthimoff.
“ThenatureofthemissionisbetweentheLadyKarawinnandmyself,”Balitorsaid
quickly.“Shepaiddearly,andIwillnotbetrayhertrust.”
“Whichisasitshouldbe,”theoldVistanasaid,anothersmilefoldingherfeatures,“and
Iwouldnotaskyoutodoso.However,Iwouldwarnyou:Takecarewhenyoumeetheragain.
Acceptfromherhandonlythatpaymenttowhichyouhavebothagreed.”
“Wethankyou,”Balitorbegan,buttheoldwomanhadalreadyturnedfromhim.Her
eyesnowfocusedintentlyonFiran,whohadstoodsilently,utterlymotionless,throughoutthe
exchange.
“Youarenewtothisland,”shesaid,echoingBalitor’swordsonlyminutesbefore.
“Perhaps.”
Foralongmoment,shestudiedhim,frowningthoughtfully.“Thereisafamiliarity
aboutyou.Haveourpathscrossedinotherlands?”
“Iamnotawareofanysuchcrossing,”Firansaidcarefully.
“Canyoubecertainyouwouldbeawareofonehaditoccurred?”
“Youwould,Iimagine,bedifficulttoforget.Unlessyousodesiredit.”
“Aswouldyou,thoughIsensethatyouarenotentirelyasyouseem.”
“Norareyou,Idaresay.”
Theoldwomanlaughed,adry,raspysoundinstarkcontrasttohervibrantspeaking
voice.“Weallhaveoursecrets,goodsir.”
Firannoddedslowly,studyingher.“Assuredly.Itwouldbeadullexistenceifthatwere
notso.YettherearesomesecretsIwouldlearn-mustl earn.”
“Iftheyareminetoimpart,theyareyoursfortheasking.”
“Atwhatprice?”
Theoldwomanshrugged.“Nonefornow,andnoneeverthatyouwillnotyourself
assess.”
“Ihopeyoursecretsarerevealedlesscrypticallythantheirprice.”
Shelaughedagain.“Icanrevealtoyouonlywhathasbeenrevealedtome.Idonot
pretendtounderstanditsmeaning.Thegodsofthesedarklandsarenotknownfortheir
forthrightnessandclarity.”
“Youreceiveyourinformationfromthegods,then?”
Anothershrugmovedherseeminglyfrailshoulders.“Theydonotintroduce
themselves,norevenshowtheirfaces,andIdonotask.Itisenoughthattheirwordson
occasiontouchmythoughts.”
“AndhaveanyofthesewordsconcernedtheonecalledDarcalus?”
“ThelordofallDarkon?Thegodswouldberemissiftheydidnotnowandthen
concernthemselveswiththemightiestintheland.”
“Theyhavespokenofhim,then?Areyouawarethatyouarecampedvirtuallywithin
theshadowofhiszombie-guardedcastle?”
Theoldwomansmiledwithperhapsatouchofcontempt.“Yourquestion
underestimatesboththeVistaniandLordDarcalus.TheshadowofAvernusliesoverallof
Darkon.Nowtellme,whatsecretsofhisdoyouseek?”
“Onlyone:Isheresponsibleforthedeathofmyson?”
“Thesonwhoselikenessyouseeinthisboybeforeyou?”Theoldwoman’seyesdarted
toOldar,whoseskinprickledatherwords.
“Thereisaresemblance,”Firanadmitted.
“Intime,theremaybemorethanthat.Givemeyourhand,youngOldar.”
Thepricklingintensified,makingOldarshiverbeneaththewoolencloakandwisheven
moreferventlythatthisnighthadneverbegun.
Yetheheldouthishand.OnedidnotdenyaVistanirequest.
Asherhandstookhis,theywerestrangelywarm,butthatwarmthdidnothingto
banishthechillthatnowhadhimfullyinitsgrip.
“YoufeartheVistani,youngOldar?”sheasked,hereyesstartlinglyyouthfulinher
ancientfaceasshelookedupintohisown.
“I--Ihaveheardtales,mylady.”
Shelaughed,herbrittlehandscaressinghis.“Ihavenodoubtyouhave.Somemayeven
betrue,thoughIwouldwagerlittleonthelikelihood.”
Heswallowedtheparchingdrynessinhismouthbutsaidnothing.Hiseyesseemedto
burnintohis,asifshecouldseeintohisverysoul.Hisfather’staleshadspokenofthisaswell,
howtheVistanicouldfindinyourthoughtssecretsthatevenyoudidnotknowyoupossessed.
“Youhavenothingtofearfromme,youngOldar,”shesaid,loweringhereyestothe
handsheheld,“unlessyoufearthetruth.”
Hiseyesdartedtohistwocompanionsofthenight.Untiltonight,hewouldnothave
admittedtosuchafear,butnowhefearedalmosteverything.
“Thisramblingisgettingusnowhere,”Firansaidsharply.“Yousaidyouwouldreveal
whatsecretsyoupossessed,yetyouhaverevealednothing.”
AstirringamongtheotherVistaniatsuchdisrespectfulwordssentnewfearscoursing
throughOldar’sbody.ThisFiranmayhavesavedthemearlier,butnowheseemedintenton
endangeringthemall.
“Donotbeimpatient,oldman,”shesaid,thoughheappearednomorethanhalfher
age.“Secretsdonotrevealthemselveswithoutcoaxing.Isthatnotright,youngOldar?”
Heblinkedatthewords,wordshehadheardoftenfromhisfather.“Iimagineitis,”he
said.
Hereyesrosetomeethisagain.“Youwouldbewithyourfathertonight,wouldyou
not?”
“Iwould,mylady,”hesaid,alumpforminginhisthroat,“butIknownotifhestill
lives.”
“Hedoes,youngOldar,andhethinksofyouoften.”Herhandspressedhismore
tightlyforamoment.Shesmiled.“Yousee,youngOldar,weVistaniarenotalwaysso
frighteningafterall,noristhetruth.”
“Iamsorryifmyfearhasoffendedyou.”
“Ithasnot.”Herfacesobered.“Fearanditshelpmatecautionareoftenrequiredfor
survival,astheywillbeforyouandyourcompanionbeforethenightisout.”
“What--”
“Heedmywords,youngOldar,andbecautiousinyourdealingswithLadyKarawinn.
Ifyoudonot,youwillnotseeyourfatheragaininthislife.”
StillgrippingOldar’shands,sheturnedabruptlytoFiran,hervoiceturningharsh.
“Andyou,oldman--thatwhichyouseekisindeedwhereyoubelieveittobe,inAvernus.But
beevenmorecautiousthanyoungOldarinyourquestforsecrets,lestyoufindatruthmore
terriblethanyoucanimagine.”
AsifdismissingFiranfromherthoughts,sheturnedbacktoOldar,herhands
tighteningonhis,hereyesseemingtopeerintohisverysoul.
“Heedmywords,youngOldar,”sherepeated,hervoicesofterbutmoreintense.“Heed
mywordsandyourowngoodsense.Itwouldnotsitwellwithyourfatherwereyounevermore
togracehishumbletable.”
Foramoment,atranslucentimageofhisfatherseemedtofloatintheairbetweenthem,
andhefeltaphantompairofhandswrappingcomfortablyaboutbothhisownandtheold
woman’s.AVistanitrick,ofcourse,hetoldhimself,buthisconvictioncouldnotkeepalump
fromformingagaininhisthroatashefelt--remembered?--thefamiliarscarsandcallusesof
thosework-wornhands.
Andthentheillusionwasgone,hisfather’shandslastofall,andshewasreleasinghim
anddrawingback.
“Nowbegone,thelotofyou,”shesaidabruptly,turningherbackonthemall.“Iwould
rest,andyouhavebusinessinIlAluk.”
Likeawraith,sheflowedfromthecampfiretothewagon,herstepshiddenbeneaththe
colorfulskirtthatskimmedthegroundbutsomehownevertouchedit.Onlywhenshe
mountedthestepswasthenormalphysicalnatureofhermotionobvious.
Firantookahalfstepafterher,buthewasinstantlyconfrontedbya
shoulder-to-shoulderlineoftheVistanimen,asiftheyhadanticipatedhismove.Hisgaze
lockedwiththeirsasheseemedtoconsidertreatingthemashehadthecreaturesinthemarsh
grass,butasthedoorofthewagonclosedbehindtheoldwoman,heloweredhiseyesin
seemingsubmissionandturnedsilentlybacktotheroad.
“Come,”hesaidtoBalitorandOldar.“Thewomanspeaksthetruth.Businessawaitsus
inthecityyoucallIlAluk.”
Oldar,relievedtobefreeoftheVistaniyetreluctanttoleave,stoodlookingatthe
wagonforalongmoment,hopingforheknewnotwhat.Perhapsforalastglimpseoftheold
womanthroughoneofthetinywindowlikeopenings,perhapsforsomesignthattheimage
andthetouchofhisfatherhadnotbeenentirelytheillusionhebelievedandfearedittobe.
ThenBalitor’shandwasonhisarm,nervouslyurginghimawayfromthecampfireand
thestillvigilantlineofVistanimen.
Theywalkedinsilenceuntilthelightfromthecampfirewaslostinthedistance,hidden
byseveralbendsinthecartroad.Onlywhentheyemergedfromthedeeperpartoftheforest
andrejoinedthemainroadfromIlAluktoRivalisdidFiranspeak.
“TellmemoreaboutthisLordKarawinn,whomyouhaveneverseen.Wastheold
womanrightinherassessment?”
Oldar,whohadnotevenknownofLordKarawinn’sexistenceuntilthisnight,said
nothingbutturnedaninquisitivelookonBalitor.IfheweretofollowtheVistani’swordsand
exercisecautioninhisdealingswiththeLadyKarawinn,partofthatcautionwouldbetolearn
whathecouldofthewomanandherfamily.
“Inalllikelihoodshewas,”Balitorsaid.“KarawinniscousintoLordAldewaine,who
becameBaronofIlAluknotmanyyearspast.Theirrelationship,neverthebest,wasnot
improvedbyAldewaine’sgoodfortune.”
Firansmiled,hiseyesgoingtothesmallleatherpouchsuspendedbyastrapfrom
Balitor’sshoulder.“Wouldyouwishtoknowthenatureofwhatyouhavecollectedforthe
LadyKarawinn?”
“IwillnotsayIhavenocuriosity,”Balitoradmitted,“butIammoreinterestedin
deliveringittoherintactandreceivingthebalancepromisedus.”
“Andsoyoushall,Iguarantee.Ineedonlybrieflyholdoneofthevialsinmyhands.”
“Andfromthatyoucandivinethenatureofthecontents?”
“IfitiswhatIsuspect,yes.”
“Giveittohim,Balitor,”Oldarsaidnervously.“YouheardtheVistana’swordswarning
ustobecautiousinourdealingswiththelady.”
Balitorlaughed,butthesoundwastingedwithuneasiness.“Youworrytoomuch,
Oldar.Doyouexpecthertobetrayusoncewegiveherwhatshewants?”
“Youryoungfriendisrighttobeconcerned,”Firansaid,holdingouthishand.“When
powerisatstake,betrayalistherule,nottheexception.”
Balitorfrowned,thenshruggedandproducedoneofthestoppered,faintlyglowing
vials.PlacingitinFiran’soutstretchedpalm,hefeltachillsweepoverhim,andheglancedback
inthedirectionoftheVistanicamp.
“Holdyourlanternscloseifyouwishtosee,”Firansaid,cuppingtheunopenedvialin
bothhands.
Theglow,nevernearlyasbrightastherushingwaterfromwhichtheliquidhadbeen
taken,disappearedentirelyinthelightfromthelanterns.Firanheldhiscuppedhandsdirectly
infrontofhimself,chesthigh.Afteramoment,hislipsmoved,butthewords--ifwordsthey
were--seemedtobeabsorbedandmuffledbytheveryair.Fornearlyaminute,hecontinued,his
eyesfocusedintentlyonthevial,aswereBalitor’sandOldar’s.
Slowlytheliquidbegantodarken,andBalitorcriedout,“Whathaveyoudone?The
ladywillseethatthis--”
“Donotconcernyourself,”Firansaid.“Whenitcomestimetodeliveritintoherhands,
itwillbeasitwas.Nowwatch.”
Foraminute,theliquidcontinuedtodarken,butthenitbegantochurn,asiftryingto
escapeitstinyprison.Nextitgrewlighter,asifitweredissolvingwhateverhaddarkenedit.But
itdidn’tlightentothetransparencyithadpossessedbefore.Instead,inthelightfromthe
close-heldlanterns,itdevelopedasharpcrimsonhue,brighterthanthefreshestblood.
Firansighed.“ItisasIsuspected,apoisondeadlierthannightshadeandasundetectable
astheairtoanyonenotversedmostthoroughlyinthemagicarts.Theheartsimplyceasesto
beat,andnooneisthewiser.”
“Poison?”Balitor’smouthwasagape.“Butitwasflowingfromtheearthlikeaspring!”
Firanlaughedderisively.“Haveyoualreadyforgottenwherethatspringwas?Andwhat
creaturesguardedit?BothwerewithintheshadowofAvernus.Itsmaster,LordDarcalus,is
almostcertainlycapableofmanythings,fewofthemgood.”
Heuncuppedhishandsandofferedthevial,thecrimsonofitscontentsnowrapidly
fading,toBalitor,whotookitgingerly,rememberinghowtheflowingliquidhadstunghis
hands.Withgreatcare,hereplaceditintheleatherpouch.
“Ifitistrulypoison,”Oldarbegan,“weshoulddestroyit,not--”
“WewilldeliverittoLadyKarawinnaspromised,Oldar!”Balitorsnapped.“Whomshe
usesiton,ifanyone,isherbusiness.OrLordKarawinn’s.Shedoubtlesshasmanywaysof
disposingofherenemieswithoutresortingtothis,andifwedonotkeepourpromise,doyou
thinkwewouldlongbecountedamongherfriends?Oramongtheliving?”
“Butifsheknowsthatweareawarethatitispoisonshepaidustofetch…”Oldar
stoppedinmidsentence,shivering.
“Thereisnoreasonsheshouldknow,”Balitorsaid.“Andifyoufearyouwillletthe
informationslipwhileweconcludeourbusinesswiththelady,Isuggestyouremainbehind.I
willgotoheralone.”
“Thatwouldnotbewise,”Firaninterrupted.“Withonlytwovials--youwereaskedto
fillmore,wereyounot?--andyourpartnermissing,shewouldbeafoolnottobesuspicious.I
cannotimaginethatsheorLordKarawinnisafool.NorcanIimagineeitherofyou
withstandingthekindofinterrogationsheisdoubtlesscapableof,eithermagicalorphysical.”
Hesmiled.“Keepinmindthenatureofthesubstancesheispayingyoutobringtoher.Also
considerthatshewouldnotbepayingabountyasgenerousasyoudescribeunlessshehada
powerfulneedforthatsubstance.”
“Thenwhatareyousuggesting,friendFiran?”Balitordemandedangrily.“Should
neitherofusgotoher?ShouldwedepartIlAlukandneverreturn?Ifsheisaspowerfuland
cleverasyousuggest,wouldshenoteasilyhuntusdown?”
“Inalllikelihood,yes.ThatiswhyIsuggestthatyoukeepyourappointment,bothof
you.However,Ialsosuggestthatyouallowmetoaccompanyyou--foryourownsafetyandmy
edification.”
Reluctantlytheyagreed.
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Itwasstillfulldarkwhenthethreeapproachedthehugeoakengatesthatkeptallbuta
favoredfewfromLordKarawinn’smansionintheDesolatusHighlandsbeyondtheNorth
Canal.Lookingbacktothesouth,theycouldseeallofIlAlukspreadoutbelowtheminthe
faintlightofthemoon,nowwellupinthecloudlesssky.Milestothesouthofthecity,Oldar
thoughthecouldstillseethetowersofAvernus,buthewasnolongersurehissensesweren’t
playingtricksonhim,astheysurelyhadintheVistanicamp.
AsLadyKarawinnhadpromised,atinydoorwithinthecourtyardgatesthemselves
yieldedtothekeyshehadbestoweduponBalitorattheirlastvisit.Suckinginhisbreath,
Balitorsteppedthrough,followedcloselybyOldarandthenFiran.Nolightsshowedatanyof
thethreerowsofwindows.
“CometomethemomentyoureturnfromAvernus,regardlessofthehours,”shehad
said,andBalitorwasnotabouttodepartfromherinstructions,particularlyafterwhatFiran
hadshownthem.
Still,hisheartseemedreadytoleapoutthroughhisthroatasheledthewayupthe
sweepingcarriagedrivetothemassivefrontdoor.Swallowingaudibly,heliftedthehuge
eagle’s-headknockerandletitfallwithastartlinglyloudthud.
Almostimmediatelyatinyportopenedinthedoor,andaneyepeeredthrough.The
dooritselfyieldedamomentlater,afterthesoundofchainsbeingreleasedhadquieted.Lady
Karawinnherself,herthinfaceflushed,avelvetnightrobebeltedcloselyabouthertallframe,
stoodintheopening,motioningtheminside.
Hereyeswidenedwhenshesawthethirdmemberoftheirgroup.Frowning,she
blockedtheirway.“Whatisthis,Balitor?Therewasnomentionofathirdpersoninvolvedin
ourventure.”
“IfitwerenotforFiranhere,”Balitorsaid,followingthelinethethreeofthemhad
agreeduponwhiletheyhadjourneyedonfromtheVistanicamp,“therewouldbenopeople
involvedatall.Nolivingpeople,atleast.”
Herfrowndeepened.“Mypricewillnotgohigher,nomatterwhatdangerous
adventuresyouinvent,nomatterhowmanystreetvagabondsyouchoosetorecruit.”
“Weaskfornomore,”Balitorsaid.“Wewillsharetheagreeduponsumthreeways
insteadoftwo.”
Shescowledatthemforamoment,thenshruggedandsteppedbackfromthedoorway
toallowthemtoenter.“Asyouwish.Come.”Sheheldoutherhandassheledthewaythrough
thedimlylit,luxuriousentryhalltowardanopendoornearthefarend.“Givemethevialsand
Iwillfetchyourpayment.”
SheevincednointerestinwhatroleFiranhadplayedintheiradventure,onlyinthe
results.Astheyenteredtheroom,asmallbutnolessluxurioussittingroomlitonlybyan
ornate,wall-mountedcandelabra,sheopenedtheleatherpouchesOldarandBalitorhadlaidin
herhandastheywalked.
“Whatisthis?”shescowledatthefouremptyvials.“Haveyoufoundanothermarket?”
Balitormanagedagrin.“Forwater,mylady?No,thetruthis,thespringwasguarded
morethoroughlythanyouledustobelieve.IfitwerenotfortheluckyarrivaloffriendFiran,
wewouldhaveobtainednoteventhetwo.Wewouldmostlikelynotevenhaveretainedour
lives.”
Foramoment,aflickerofcuriosityplayedacrossherfeatures,herlipspartinginthe
startofaquestion,butthenherattentionseemeddrawnbacktothetwofullvials.
“Nomatter,”shesaid.“Iwillfetchyourpayment.Youmaywaithere.”Hereyeswentto
abottleofwineonanintricatelycarvedtablebeneaththecandelabra.Apairofalreadyfilled
glasses,thefinestcutglass,satnexttothebottle.“Haveatouchofrefreshmentwhileyou
wait,”shesaid,producingathirdglassfromasmallivorycabinetandfillingit.“Youhavehada
longnight,Isuspect.”
“Thankyou,mylady,”Balitoransweredforthethreeofthem.“Iperceiveitisofa
particularlyfinevintage.”
“IntheHouseofKarawinn,nothinglesswouldbetolerated,”shesaid.Thepouches
andvialsheldclosely,shewalkedquicklybutgracefullyfromtheroom.
Asthedoorclosedbehindher,Firanheldupahand.“Beforeyoupartake,Isuggestyou
waitamoment.”
Oldarswallowednervously,nodding.Hehadnointentionofdrinkingtheofferedwine,
notaftertheVistaniwoman’swordsofwarningandFiran’sdiscoveryregardingthenatureof
theliquidinthevials.
Movingquickly,Firantookoneoftheglassesandcuppedhishandsarounditashehad
thevials,thestemoftheglassextendingdownward,pressedbetweentheedgesofhishands.As
hehadontheroad,hemurmuredaseriesofsounds,wordsthatOldarsuspectedhewouldnot
recognizeevenifhecouldhaveheardthemclearly.
Thewine,alreadyadeepred,stirredintomotioneventhoughFiran’shandsremained
motionless,butitdidnotspillfromtheedgeoftheglass.Afteramoment,itsettledonceagain
intostillness,butthecolorwasnowneitherthedeepredofthewinenorthebrightcrimsonof
thevial.
Itwasaputrescentyellow,thecolorofaninfectedwound’sdischarge.Oldargrimaced,
whileFiranonlysmiled.
“Asdeadlyastheother,”hesaid,“thougheasilydetectable.Butthatisnotsurprising.
Afterall,therewouldbenoneedtotakesuchpainstodisposeofthelikesofus.Foundatthe
sideoftheroad,lefttorotinthemarshesorbedevouredbythewatersoftheVuchar,who
wouldquestionthemeansofourdeathordisappearance?”
Balitordartedaglancetowardthedoor,thenturnedbacktoFiran.“Yousaidyou
accompaniedusforoursafety.Howdoyouproposetomakeussafe?Ifwerefusetodrink,she
willsurelyhaveothermeansreadyandwaiting.Ifwerun,youhavealreadysaidshewilltrack
usdown.”
“Youforget,Iamnotentirelypowerless.Isuggestthetwoofyouleave.Iwilldealwith
theLadyKarawinn.”
“AsyoudealtwiththosecreaturesofDarcalus?”
“Notprecisely,but--”
Thedoortothehallwayopened,butitwasnotLadayKarawinnwhoentered.Instead,
itwasapairofruffians,thelikesofwhichwouldhavebeenmoreathomeinthefoulestback
alleysofIlAlukthanhere.Orsotheirfilthyandraggedclothingindicated.Theirclean-shaven,
scowlingfaces,however,Oldarnoted,wereadifferentmatter,andafteramoment,he
recognizedthelargerofthetwoasthecoachmanwhohadbroughtthemtotheirfirstmeeting
withLadyKarawinn.
“Youhavenottastedyourwine,gentlemen,”thesmalleronesaid.
“Norwillwe,”Firansaid,“unlessperhapsyouwouldcareforasipbeforeus?”He
pickedaglassfromthetableandextendedittowardthetwo.
“Itisnotourplace,”themansaid,wavingtheglassaway.
“Nonetheless,Iinsist,”Firansaid,hiseyeslockingwiththoseoftheotherman.
Themanshookhisheadandstartedtostepbackbutfrozeinhistracksamomentlater.
Firancrossedthefewfeetbetweenthematadeliberatepaceandplacedtheglassintheman’s
motionlesshand.
“Now,drink,”hesaid,hisvoicetakingonthesamemuffledtonesithadassumedwhen
hehadmurmuredtheincantationsoverthepoisons.
Theman’seyeswidenedinsuddenconfusion,turningtoterrorasthehandholdingthe
glassbegantoslowlyrise.Thelargermanyonlygaped.
Astheglassapproachedhisface,themanclampedhislipstightlyshut.Hiseyespleaded
withFiranaseverypartofhisbodyexceptthehandholdingtheglassbegantotremble.Oldar,
glimpsingonceagaintheglowthatseemedtocomefromdeepwithinFiran’seyes,couldno
moremovenowtoleavethanhecouldwhentheundeadcreaturehadgrippedhisleg,nor
couldBalitor.
Atlasttherimofthedelicateglasstouchedtheman’slips.Theywerestilltightly
clampedtogether,butthejawwasbeginningtovibrate,asiftheteethwerechatteringfroman
icywind.
AbruptlyFiranlaughed,aharsh,gratingsound.“Youarenotthirstyenough,then,to
die?”
Aninstantlater,whateverforceshadrestrainedthemanletgo.Thehandholdingthe
glasssnappedbacklikeasuddenlyreleasedcatapult.Theglassshatteredagainstthefarwall,a
redblotchformingonitspristinesurface.Atthesamemoment,themanlurchedbackward,
slammingintohislargercompanion,almostknockingthembothtothefloor.
“Iwouldspeakwithyourmaster,LordKarawinn,”Firansaidquietly,watchingthetwo
menintentlyastheyregainedtheirbalanceandthenheldthemselvesmotionless,eyesstillwide
interror.
Suddenlythesmallermanfelltohisknees.“Forgiveme,LordDarcalus!IfIhadknown
itwasyou--”
“Onyourfeet,fool!”Firansnapped.“IfIwereDarcalusoroneofhisminions,doyou
thinkthatyouoranyoneelseinthistraitoroushouseholdwouldstillbealivetoperformsuch
pitifulgroveling?Now,imposenomoreonmypatience,eitherofyou!Goandfetchyour
master!”
Beforeeithercouldcomply,afaintsoundinthehalloutsidethedoorattractedFiran’s
attention.Heraisedhishandinanimperiousgesturethatfrozethetwoliketremblingstatues.
Ashiseyeswenttothedoor,athinsmileseemedtohardenhisfeaturesevenmore.
“Ifyouwishtoskulkaboutthecorridorsofyourownhome,LordKarawinn,”Firan
saidquietly,“thatisyourconcern,justasitisyourconcernifyouwishtotrustyourlifetofools
suchasthese.Neitherpractice,however,hasmuchtorecommendit.”
Forseveralseconds,therewasonlysilenceexceptfortherapid,raspybreathingofthe
twoterror-strickenunderlings.Finallyastepsoundedinthehallway,andthedooropenedonce
again.
Thistimeamanofstatelybearing,easilysixfeettallinadark,brocadedsmokingjacket,
hisgrayinghairinloosecurls,steppedintotheroom.Yetdespitehisteemingdignity,despite
hislookofbelonginginthisplace,therewasanairofuneasinessanduncertainty,evenfear,
abouthim.Ascowlcrossedhispatricianfeaturesashiseyestouchedthoseofthetwocowering
men.AbriefnodofhisheadsentthemscurryingfromtheroomasheturnedtostudyFiran
andhistwocompanions.
“Itakeitthesetwoareunderyourprotection,”hesaidafteramoment,distasteobvious
inhisvoice.
Firannodded.“AndIwasgiventounderstandthatLadyKarawinnowesthemafeefor
theservicestheyperformedthisnight.”
Karawinn’sscowlreturned,butthenheshrugged.Fromapocket,hewithdreweasilya
dozencoinsandheldthemout.“Willthisbesufficient?”
Balitornoddedquickly,nervously,andOldarfollowedsuit.“Takeit,then,”Firansaid
tothetwo,“andbeonyourway.IfIhaveneedofyourservicesmyself,I’msureLordKarawinn
willbeabletodirectmetoyou.Andhewillseetoitthatyourhealthisatleastasgoodthenas
itisnow,”headded,turninghisgazeonKarawinn.
“Thankyou,friendFiran,”Balitorsaid,hastilypocketinghisshareofthecoins.“Once
againweareindebtedtoyouforourlives.”
FirannoddedacurtacknowledgementbutdidnottakehiseyesoffLordKarawinnas
thetwohastenedfromtheroom,thedoorslammingshutbehindthem.
“Youhavetheadvantage,”Karawinnsaidafteramoment.
“Indeed,LordKarawinn,”Firansaid.“ButIhavenoreasontokeepeithermyidentity
ormypurposefromyou.IamFiranZal’honan,andIwouldassistyouinyourplanagainst
LordDarcalus.”
Karawinnstiffened.“Thereisnosuchplan.”
Firanlaughedharshly.“Littlewonderthatyouemployfoolstodoyourbidding.Like
callstolike.”
Karawinnscowled.“AndwhatifDendritewereright?WhatifyouareeitherDarcalus
oroneofhisminions?”
“Youwouldnotbealivetoaskthequestion.Isthatplainenoughforyou?”Firan
glancedtowardthetwoglassesthatremainedonthetableandattheredstainthathadnow
spreadallthewaytothefloor.“Itwouldbetiresome,butanotherdemonstrationispossible.”
“No!”Karawinntwitchedbackward,thencaughthimselfandswallowedaudibly.“Very
well,”hesaid,hisvoiceunsteady.“ItseemsIhavenochoice.”
“Wiselyspoken,mylord.Nowtellme,isBaronAldewaineyouraccomplice?Oryour
mentor?”
Karawinn’seyeswidened.Adenialwasformingonhislips,butitfalteredbeforeit
emerged.“Whywouldyoubelievehewaseveninvolved?”
“IfthisDarcalusisasIbelieve,noonebuthishandpickedlieutenantswouldhavethe
slightestaccesstohimandIamgiventobelievethatyourcousin,asBaronofIlAluk,issucha
one.”Firansmiled.“WhenfirstIlearnedofthepoisonandyourrelationshiptothebaron,I
suspectedhewastheintendedvictim,butyourdoltishhenchmen’sactionsrevealedthetruth.
Indeed,youwouldhavefargreaterlikelihoodofsuccesswereyourcousinthetargetofyour
scheme.Inanyevent,Iampleasedtohavebeenprovenwrong.Themurderofyourcousin
wouldgainmenothing,whileanattemptontheso-calledlifeoftheoneyoucallDarcalusfits
quitewellwithmyownmission.”
“Andwhatmightthatmissionbe,FiranZal’honan?”
“Toseethecreaturedestroyed.”
“Andafterthat?Wouldyoutakehisplace?”
“Beyondhisdestruction,Ihavenogoal.”
“Isee.”Karawinneyedhimsuspiciously.“AndwhyshouldItakeyouatyourword?”
“Doyouhaveachoiceinthismatteranymorethaninthelast?”
Karawinnsmiledregretfully.“IsupposeIdonot.Butcouldyouatleastsetmymindat
restandtellmewhyyouwouldseeLordDarcalusdead,yetwouldnotsucceedhim?Surelyto
berulerofallDarkonisaprizetobecoveted.”
“NotnearlyascovetedtoseeDarcalusdestroyed.”
“Andthesourceofthishatred?”
“Ihavereasontobelieveheisresponsiblefortheurderofmyonlyson,whosenameis
Irik.Isthatsufficientmotive?”Thewordswerespokenevenly,butsilentemotioncrackledin
theair.
Karawinnwassilentamoment.“Isuspect,”hesaidatlast,“thatLordDarcalusis
responsibleforthedeathsofmany,sonsanddaughtersalike.”
“Assuredly,”Firanagreed,“andworse.”
“Youknowhim,then?”
“IfheistheonewhomurderedIrik,Imostassuredlydoknowhim.Ifheisnot,Istill
knowmuchabouthim--abouthiskind--muchthatyouwillneedtoknowifweareto
succeed.”
“Wealreadyknowthatheisapowerfulwizard,thatAvernusisguardedbymyriad
protectivespells.”
“Andyetyoubelievedhecouldbedisposedofbyasimplepoison!”Firanshookhishead
pityingly.
“Itisnota‘simple’poison.Itsingredients,onlyoneofwhichyourfriendsprocured,are
themostpotent,andourownwizardsassureme--”
“Thenyourwizardsareevengreaterfoolsthanyou!Darcalusisnosimplewizard!Tell
me,haveyouoranyoneyouknoweverobservedhimtopartakeofeitherfoodordrink?”
“NotI,certainly,butAldewaine--”
“IwillquestionAldewaine,then,butIwouldbegreatlysurprisedifhehasobserved
suchactions.”
Karawinnsquirmeduncomfortably.“Perhapsyouareright.Butwhatofit?Itissaid
thatDarcalusdinesprivatelyandinfactisobservedinpubliconlyrarely.Butevenwizards
cannotdivorcethemselvesentirelyfromphysicalsustenance.Certainlyattheupcomingball,
whichallthebaronsofDarkonareinvited--nay,r equired--toattendlessthanafortnightfrom
now,theopportunitywouldarise--”
“Theopportunitywouldarise,”Firaninterruptedharshly,“foryourpatheticschemeto
bediscovered!TheopportunitywouldariseforyouandAldewaineandlikelyallyour
householdstoregretthemomentoftheirbirthandlongforthemomentoftheirdeath!None
ofyouhasevenaninklingofwhatyouaredealingwith!”
“Thentellme,wiseFiran,whata rewedealingwith?”Karawinn’svoicedripped
sarcasm.“Whatkindofwizardisitthatcannotbekilled?”
“Onewhohasalreadydied,youfool!Onewhosesoulcancommandeeranewhostas
easilyasyoucansummonacarriage!”
Karawinnpaled,thesarcasmofamomentbeforeobliteratedandforgotten.“Thatis
notpossible!”
“Isitnow?Doyoudenysuchcreaturesexist?Youwhoclaimfraternitywithwizards?”
“Iwoulddenytheexistenceofnothingthemindcanimagine!Butthecreaturesyou
speakof--”Karawinnshookhishead.“Theyaresolitarycreaturesofhideousaspect.Onewas
runtogroundinthewildssouthofKargwhenIwasaboy.Ihavespokenwiththosewho
witnessedthefoulcreature’sdestruction.Ihaveseendepictionsofitsform!”
“AndhaveyoulikewiseseendepictionsofLordDarcalus?Doesaportraithangin
BaronAldewain’santeroom?Inyours?”
“No!ButthebaronhasseenL
ordDarcalus!”
“Hasheindeed?OrhasheseenonlywhatLordDarcaluswisheshimtosee?Evena
wizardiscapableofillusion.”
Karawinnshookhisheadagain,thistimewithanedgeofdesperation.“Butthese
undeadcreatureshavenointerestinworldlymatters,onlytheirownpursuits.”
“Andwhoistosaywhatthosepursuitsmayencompass,mylord?Whoistosaywhat
interestsmaydevelopinamindencumberedneitherbymortalitynorbyacquaintancewith
othersofitskind?Andhowbettertoinsurethatheisnotdistractedfromhispursuitsthanby
amassingallpowertohimselfandthenusingitnotforday-to-dayrule,whichisleftto
Aldewaineandhislikebuttoisolatehimselfinanimpregnable,spell-guardedcastle?”
“Ifyouareright…”Karawinnshuddered.
“IfIamright,youareindeedfortunate,LordKarawinn,thatIhaveenteredyourlife,
elseitwouldhaveshortlyended,thoughyourservicetoDarcaluswouldlikelyhavecontinued
formanyyears.Ihaveseentheusehemakesofhisdefeatedenemies.”
Reachingout,FiranlaidahandbrieflyonLordKarawinn’sforehead.Ashewithdrew
it,thebloodlikestainontheoppositewallshimmeredandflowedandgraduallybecamethe
rottingfacethathadhauntedhiminthemistsforheknewnothowlong,aface
indistinguishablefromthoseoftheresurrectedcorpseshehadencounteredintheshadowof
Avernus.
“Beware,LordKarawinn,”Firansaid,“lestthisbeyourfateaswell.”
Karawinnsaidnothing,butthebloodlesspallorofhisfacewasacknowledgement
enough.
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FiranslidbetweenthesilkensheetsofKarawinnManorwithanunexpectedshiverof
pleasure,ofvividbutunplaceablememory.
Whatisthis?hewondered.Hismemories,hehadrealizedonthelongwalkfromthe
Vistanicamp,werestillfarfromcomplete,butsurelytheundiscoveredportionsdidnot
includethelikesofthis.Sorcererhemightbe,butnotnoblemanorroyalty.Indeed,theonehe
hatedmost,theonewhohadslaughteredhisson,hadbeenself-proclaimedroyalty.
ButthemealKarawinnhadrousedhisstafftoprepare,Firanrealized,hadhadasimilar
effect.Hishungerhadnotbeengreat,andyetitwasasifnofoodhadtouchedhistonguein
ages,asifitwerefarmorestarvedfortastethanhisbodywasstarvedforsustenance.
Themists?Herememberedthehungerwithwhichhehaddrunkinthesightsand
soundsandthefeelofthenightintowhichhehademerged,andhewonderedonceagainifhis
entrapmentinthetimeless,sensationlesslimbohadsostarvedhissensesthattheycriedoutfor
stimulationandrespondedwithpuzzleecstasywhenitwassupplied,whetheritbetasteor
touchorsmell.
Andsleep?Howlonghadthestrangemistskepthimfromsleep?
Heshiveredagaininpleasurableanticipation,thistimeatmerelythethoughtofsleep,
ofthecompleteanddreamlessrestthatitcouldbecome.
Howlong…?
Stillwondering,stillrevelinginanticipation,hedriftedintopeacefuloblivion.
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“Whatnewnonsenseisthis?”
BaronAldewaine,ayounger,morerough-hewnversionofhiscousin,pausedinhis
pacingofhisbook-linedstudyandscowledangrilyatFiranandLordKarawinn.Hisgreen
doubletwasunfastened,hishand-embroideredvestbarelyrestrainingthebeginningsofa
paunchherefusedtoacknowledge.IthadbeentwodayssinceFiranandKarawinnhad
convincedAldewainetoacknowledgethetruthoftheplotagainstLordDarcalusandto
grudginglyadmitthattheycoulduseFiran’shelp.Itwasstillobvioushowever,thathewas
unhappywiththesituation,nevermoresothannow.
“Itmaybenonsensetoyou,Baron,”Firansaid,“butIassureyouIhavemyreasons.”
“Woulditbetoomuchtoaskthatyousharethem?”
Firan’sirritationwithhavingtodealwithKarawinnandhisrecalcitrantcousininclined
himtorefuse,tosimplywithdrawandletthemflounderabout--anddie--ontheirown.But
muchasitgalledhimtoadmitit,heneededAldewaine.Withouthim,withouthisw
illing
cooperation,Firanwouldinalllikelihoodnotbeabletosomuchascrossthethresholdof
Avernus,sostrongwerethespellsthatdoubtlessprotectedit.Thespellthathadgrippedthe
twopeasantsnearthepoisonstreamwasasnothingcomparedtothosethatwouldshield
Avernusitself,andthosewouldberedoubledthenightoftheball.Evenifhewereabletoforce
hiswaythrough,adoubtfulpropositionatbest,hiseffortswouldcertainlybedetected,his
presencenoted,andhisfreedomtomoveaboutthecastlenonexistent.
TheintricatelycarvedgoldandsilveramuletAldewaineworeabouthisneckwasFiran’s
onlyhope.ItwasnotonlyAldewaine’sbadgeofoffice,indicatingtoallwhosawitthat,within
theconfinesofIlAluk,hespokeforLordDarcalusinallthings,butalso,ontherareoccasions
hewassummonedforanaudience,thekeythatallowedhimwithinAvernus. Ontheeven
rareroccasionsthatDarcalus“entertained”hisbaronsandtheirguests,theamulet’sprotection
wasextendedtothoseguests,towhomever--familyorservant,friendorloverorjealous
enemy--eachbaronchosetoaccompanyhim.
Withoutthatprotection,Firan’schancesforgainingaccesstothecastlewerevirtually
nil,andhischancesforsuccessinhisvendettaagainstDarcalusevenless.Itwasaprotection
thatwouldceasethemomentAldewainedecreedit,orthemomentAldewainedispleased
Darcalusandwashimselfstrippedofhisoffice.
Firanmentallygrittedhisteethandspoke.“AsIhaveexplained,Baron,mysolepurpose
istodestroytheoneyoucallDarcalusandtoprovetomyownsatisfactionthatheis,asthe
Vistaniwomanconfirmed,theonewhomurderedmyson.Becauseoftheremarkable
resemblanceOldarbearstomyson,Iwould--”
Aldewainesnortedwithuneasyderision.“Iwillacceptyouroutlandishpremisethat
LordDarcalusisindeedoneoftheundead.InDarkon,nohorrorisimpossible.Buthehad
beenLordofDarkonforaslongasIcanremember.Hecouldnotbethiscreatureyoupursue,
whoruledintheotherlanduntilyoupursuedhimintowhateverstrangenetherworldyou
claimledhim--andyou--toDarkononlydaysago.”
“Youmisunderstand,Baron,”Firansaidtightly,“Ihopenotwillfully.ForallIknow,I
couldhavebeenheldcaptiveinthis‘netherworld,’asyouchoosetocallit,foralifetimewhile
theoneIpursuedmayhavepassedthroughwithouthindrance.Isuspecttimedoesnotpass
thereasitdoesineitherDarkonormyownnatieland.Itwasobviouslyaplacewherenormal
rulesofnaturedonotapply.”
“Evenacceptingthatasapossibility,’Aldewainesaid,“whatdoyouexpectto
accomplishwithyourlittleprank?Youcertainlycannotbelievethat,ifDarcalusisindeedthe
monsteryouseek,hewillbestartledintoconfessingatthesightofthisOldar?”
Firanwincedmentally.Thefoolwasright,andyetthatknowledge,neverfarfrom
Firan’sthoughts,didnothingtodiminishhisdeterminationtocarryoutthe“prank.”Perhaps
hesimplywantedthecomfortofhavingtheboywithhim,solikeIrikdidheappear.Perhaps
hewantedareminderofwhathehadlost,atalismantoconcentratehispowerand
determinationwhen--if--hecameface-to-facewiththecreaturehesought.
“Nothingassimplisticornaiveasthat,”Firansaidflatly.“Ionlyknowthatitis
necessaryifwearetoprevail--ifI amtoprevail.”
AldewainestaredatFiran,shakinghisheadinangryresignation.“AndIonlyhope,”he
saidfinally,“thattherearemoreconcretereasonsthanthatforbelievingDarcalusisvulnerable
andthatyouhavethekeytothatvulnerability.”
AsdoI,Firansaidsilently.AsdoI.
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Withinaweek,richandornatecarriagesbeganarrivinginIlAlukfromallcornersof
Darkon.Thebaronsweregathering.Mostmadebelievetheballwouldbejustthat--aball,an
entertainmentfortheirbenefit,arewardbestowedbyagenerousLordDarcalusfortheir
sterlingperformancesashisrepresentatives.
Forsome,itmightevenbetrue.
Onlythemostarrogant,however,trulybelievedit.Mostlistenedforthesoundofa
scytheandhopeddesperatelytheywouldsurvivethefestivities.Alltooofteninthepast,many
whohadenteredAvernusasbaronshadleftaspowerlessunderlingstonewbarons...iftheyleft
atall.
Butatleasttheyhadachance,thosewhoscrewedtheircourageuptothebreaking
pointandtraveledtoAvernus.Thosefewwhodidnot,thosewhocrossedtheirfingersandsent
theirregrets,soonhadthoseregretsreturnedahundredfold,deliveredlikeasnotbytheir
impatientandwell-armedsuccessors.
ForIlAlukanditsmerchants,thegatheringwasbothablessingandacurse.Many
wouldprosperfromthecoinsofgenerous,oftendrunketvisitors.Otherswouldfaceruinand
worseatthehandsofthelessgenerousbutequallydrunkenlordsandtheirrowdyretinues.
Balitor,whohadprecariouslysurvivedfoursuchpreviousgatherings,thistimefelt
obligedtolielowandcounseledOldartodothesame.“LordandLadyKarawinn’scoinsgive
usthatluxury,”hesaid,“andwewouldbefoolsnottotaketheadvantage,aswewouldbefools
ifweweretorevealtoanyeithertheextentorthesourceofourtemporaryriches.”
OldarhimselffounditeasytoacceptBalitor’sadvice,sincehehadnointentionof
flauntinghissupposedgoodfortuneanywhereinIlAluk.hehadalreadydecided,infact,togo
astepfurtheranddepartfromthecityaltogether.
“TheVistaniwomansaidmyfatherisstillaliveandoftenhasthoughtsofme,asIdoof
him,”theyoungmantoldBalitor.“Thesecoinsaremorethanhewouldreceivefortwoyears’
harvest,andsurelyitisbetterthatIusethemtomeethisneedsandimprovehisfortunesthan
tosquandertheminthisdenofthievesandcutthroats.”
ThusitwaswithmixedfeelingsthattheyreceivedFiran’sinvitation--nay,his
command--toaccompanyhimtoAvernusthenightoftheball.
“Gotoyourfather,youngOldar,”Balitorsaid.“Iwilltellthemyouhadalready
departedbeforetheinvitationarrived.”
ButOldarshookhishead.“Weowehimourlivestwiceover.Andtherewillbetime
enoughforhomewhenIhavefulfilledmyobligationasbestIcan.Butyouneednot
accompanyme.Itwasmyunderstandingthat,whileminewasacommand,yourswastrulyan
invitation.”
Balitorshrugged.“Iwouldnotletmyapprenticeloose,unprotected,inthatcrowdof
velveteenvillains.”
Oldardidnotprotest,thoughheperhapsknewheshould.ToenterAvernuswasnot
somethinghewantedtodowithoutafriendathisside,andFiran,thoughhehadindeedtwice
salvagedtheirlives,wouldneverbeoneOldarcouldconsiderafriend.
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BaronAldewaine’scarriagewasasluxuriousasthoseofanyofthevisitingbarons,its
cushionsthefinestcrushedvelvet,itseagle-talonedcrestfashionedofpuregoldinlay
punctuatedbyblood-redrubies.Thebaronhimself,inlacecuffsandsilkendoublet,his
paunchforciblyrestrainedwithinsturdyvelvetbreeches,cutanotlessimposingfigureashe
steppeddownontotheflagstonesoftheouterbaileyofAvernus,followedcloselybyasimilarly
attiredLordKarawinn.OnKarawinn’sarmwasLadyKarawinn,resplendentinlow-cutgreen
andgold,herhairlooseandflowing,afarcry,atleastexternally,fromthesharp-eyedmatron
whohadgrudginglyacceptedthevialsfromBalitor.
Firan,indarkbroadclothwithoutatouchoffinery,emergedlast,whileOldarand
Balitor,outfittedinservants’livery,loweredthemselvesfromthehardwoodenseattheyhad
sharedwiththecoachman.
Firanhadfeltthetingleofcompetingspellswashoverhimasthecarriagehadmoved
sedatelythroughthemassivearchedgatewayintothebailey.Withouttheprotectionafforded
bythebaron’samulet,hesuspectedthetinglewouldhaveescalatedintoparalyzingpainwithin
seconds,freezinghiminplaceuntilDarcalus’sminionscouldcomeand,ifhewerelucky,eject
him.Evenwiththeamulet’sprotection,hecouldfeeltherawpowerbehindthespells,which
bothencouragedandalarmedhim.Encouragedbecausehewascertainthatonlyanundead
creatureliketheonehesoughtwascapableofsuchpower.Alarmedbecausetheunderlying
powerwassogreat,evengreaterthanhadbeenwieldedinthatotherworldbytheonewhohad
killedhisson.Ifindeeditwerethesameone,ithadputitsyearsinthislandtogooduse.Either
that,orthelandsthissideofthemistsweremoreamenabletothecreature’sparticularbrandof
magic.
Butregardlessofthereasons,couldhewithstandsuchpower,evenforthebrief
momentsrequired?Orwouldhebedefeatedagain,despitetheknowledgehehadgainedfrom
thatother,ill-starredconfrontation?
Foramoment,hiseyesrestedonOldarastheyoungmanclambereddownfromthe
carriage,andthepainandhatredandrevulsionthatdrovehimwelledupinhimonceagain.He
couldnotblotoutthenowinevitableimageofhisson,Irik,headbowedinthefinalobedience
astheundeadhorrorstoodoverhim,massivejeweledsaberheldhighlikeaheadsman’saxein
therottingfleshofitsbejeweledhands.Hecouldonlystand,frozen,controllingthe
ear-shatteringscreamthathecouldhearagainandagaininhismind,knowingthatifhelost
thatcontrolforevenafractionofasecond,hisonlychanceatvengeancewouldvanishthe
momentthescreamemergedandthemonsterwhoruledthislandturnedisattentiontohim
andonlyhim.
Finallyitwouldcometothat,justthetwoofthem,butnotyet.
Notyet.Therewasmuchtodobeforethatmomentifheweretoavoidutterdisaster.
Thenitwasover.Thepainandfuryonceagainfadedtoabearablelevel.Oldar’sface,
insteadofevokingthesearingmentalpainofamomentbefore,nowservedonlyasa
touchstone,somethingthatconstantlyremindedFiranthatnotasecond’slaxitywaspossible.
“Stayclose,”hewhisperedtotheboy,andthentheyweresweptalongwiththecrowd
fromahalfdozenothercarriagestowardtheentrancetothecastleproper.
Agiganticballroom,Aldewainehadsaid,andsoitwas.Atleastahundredpeople
alreadymilledaround,someeyingthemassivecolumnsthatdominatedthethirty-foot-high
room.Oneadventuroussoulwasevenstartingatentativeclimbupthestairsthatspiraled
aroundthecolumn,endinginaprecarious-lookingwalkwaythatgaveaccesstoabalconythat
ringedtheroomatthesecond-floorlevel,agoodfifteenfeetup.
Massiveportraits,somethreeandfourtimelifesize,dominatedthecurvingwallsabove
andbelowthebalcony.Didoneofthemrepresenttheirhost?Firanwondered,butputthe
questionoutofhismind.ItwouldnotbeDarcalus’strueimage,inanycase.Anymorethan
hisappearancetonight,ifhedeignedtohonortheassemblagewithhispresence,wouldbehis
trueimage.
Inanyevent,whatFiransoughtwouldnotbeinthisgrandroom.Itwouldbe
somewhereinthefarthestreachesofthecastle,perhapsinthedeepestdungeon,perhapsinthe
highesttower.Butwhateveritwas,itwouldbeprotectedaspowerfullyasthecastleitself.
Fornotthefirsttime,Firanwonderedifheweresimplydeceivinghimself,asthosetwo
foolsKarawinnandAldwaniehaddonewiththeirfantasyofusingpoisononacreaturealready
longdead.
Butitdidn’tmatter.Hehadnochoicebuttocontinuethepursuitandtolaydownhis
lifeifhefailed.Choicehadbeentakenfromhim,onaworldnowlosttohimforever,whenthe
horrorthatcalleditselfAzalinhadbroughtthebladedownontheneckofanineteen-year-old
whoseonlysinhadbeentobebornthesonofFiranZal’honan.Inthebattlethatensued,
Firan’sfuryhadmadehisownsorcerytheequalofthecreature’s.Hisfuryhadgivenhimthe
powertodestroythecreature’sbodybeyondevenitsabilitytorestoreitself.
Butdestructionofthebody.Alreadylongdeadanddecayed,hadnotbeenenough.
Toolate,Firanlearnedthetruenatureofthecreature.Toolate,helearnedthat
destructionofitsbodydidnotmeandestructionofitsevilsoul.Toolate,helearnedthatthe
truehometoitssoulwasamagicalvessel,craftedwithinfinitecareevenastheritualsthat
transformedthelivingmageintoanundeadhorrorwerebeingperformed.
Toolate,helearnedthatthecreaturenotonly“lived”againbuthadalsofoundthe
wizardrytoopenthewaytoanotherworldtoescapeFiran’svengeance.
Butthecreaturehadn
otescaped,Firantoldhimselffiercely.Heedlessofthedanger,
FiranhadplungedthroughtheopeningAzalinhadcreated.Andhademergedhere,inthis
placecalledDarkon,whereAzalin’sdespisedandcorruptedfacehadleaptoutathim,asifin
challenge,frombehindtheburningeyesofoneofthecreaturesthatinhabitedtheshadowof
Avernus,thelairofthemagethelocalscalledDarcalus.
ThelairofthecreaturethateventheVistaniwomanhadconfirmedwastheonehe
sought.
“Didyouspeak,MasterFiran?”
ThevoicewasOldar’s,speakingsoftlyonlyinchesfromhisear.Firanbroughthimself
harshlybacktothepresent.
“IfIdid,Ididnotintendit,”hesaiddismissively.Abandofstrollingmusicianshad
appearedfromsomewhereandappearedtoevennotice,otherthantowonder,asFirandid,if
theywerehumanorsimulacrum,livingbeingsorspiritsgiventheillusionoffleshforone
night.Othersinservants’liverynotunlikeOldar’sscurriedaboutwithsilvertrayscoveredwith
delicaciesofendlessvarieties,everyoneofwhichseemedtobeckontoFiran,asifdemandingto
besampledandsavored,ashadvirtuallyeveryfoodstuffhehadbeenpresentedwithsincethe
mistshaddepositedhimhere.
Angeredbythedistractionandyetunabletoresist,hesnatchedadelicatepastryfrom
onetray,aredlyspicedsliverofsomeexoticmeatfromanother,aglisteningyellowfruitfroma
third,consumingeachinitsturn,concealingasbesthecouldtherippleofpleasurethateatbite
inflictedonhim.Allaroundhim,murmuredconversationsblendedintomeaninglessness,but
noeye,leastofallFiran’s,strayedlongfromthebalcony,whereitwasrumoredDarcaluswould
makehisappearance--ifindeedhehonoredtheassemblagewithhispresence.
Newarrivalsstillstreamedin,eachingaudierfinerythanthelast.Likethosebefore
him,theyeachgazedaboutinawe,thennervouslyfastenedtheireyesonthebalcony.
Abruptly,almostcrushingthefinalenteringcelebrant,themassivedoortothe
courtyardcrashedshut,thesoundechoinginthehugechamber.Acollectivegaspwentup,and
oneofthelastarrivals--agray,paunchymanwhocouldhavebeenKarawinn’sfather--turned
andlungedatthedoor.
Notsurprisingly,itwouldnotopen.
“Welcome,myfriends,toAvernus.”
Inthemomenteveryone’sattentionhadbeenontheclosingdoor,afigurehad
appearedonthebalcony.Forjustaninstant,itwastheruinedfaceofAzalin,itseyesockets
glowingafieryred,itstatteredfleshhanginginshreds,thatpresenteditselftoFiran,appearing
asithadthemomentofIrik’sdeath.
Butthenitwasgone,vanishingasifithadneverbeen,leavingFirantowonderifithad
beennothingmorethantheproductofhisowndesperatewishforthistobetrulytheonefor
whomhesearched.Initsplacewasahandsomesmilingface,toppedwithgoldencurlsofan
adoredchild.Insteadofkinglyrobes,heworegarmentssimilartothoseofthevisitingbarons,
butofamaterialsobalckastosuckthelightfromtheairaroundhim.
“Thefeastislaidout,”Darcalussaid,andashespokeanarchwayreachingalmosttothe
balconyappearedinthewall,revealingasecondroomnearlyaslargeastheonetheywerein.a
banquettable,heapedhighwithsteamingplattersandbowls,rannearlythefulllengthofthe
newlyrevealedroom.ThesightandscentofthemoundedplatterstuggedatFiranalmost
irresistibly.
“ThosewithwhomIhavematterstodiscuss,enjoytherepast,”Darvaluscontinued.“I
willspeakwithyouindividuallywhenyouhavehadyourfill.”
Anervoussilencegreetedthewords,andthenthecrowdwassurgingtowardthe
banquettable.Therewere,Firannotedwithsomerelief,onlyenoughplacessetto
accommodatethebaronsthemselves.Hadtherebeenaplaceforhim,hewasnotsurehecould
haveresistedthetemptation,eventhougheatingwouldhaveseriouslyjeopardizedhismission.
FromKarawinn’sscowl,Firansuspectedthathehadnoticedthelackaswellandwasfarless
pleasedthanFiran.
“MasterFiran,”Oldar’ssoftvoicecameagain,thistimewithanedgeoffear,“someone
iscallingtome.”
Firanturnedontheboywithascowl.“Thenanswer.Youdon’tneedmypermission.”
Theboyshookhishead,hisfearshowinginhiseyes.“Itisnothere,”hesaid,touching
hisears.“Itish ere!”Hisfingerspressedbruisinglyagainsthisforehead.
Firan’seyewentinstantlytothebalconywhereDarcalus--theimageofDarcalus--had
stoodonlymomentsbefore.Butthebalcony--apromenade,really,easilyadozenfeetdeep--was
empty.
FiranturnedabruptlybacktoOldar,allirritationgonefromhisface,allthoughtsofthe
feasthewasmissingbanishedfromhismind.HadDarcalusseentheboy?Pickedhisfaceoutof
thehundredsthatmilledaboutinthehugeroom?WasitDarcaluswhocalledtohim?
Hereachedoutandtouchedtheboygentlywithhishand,probingwithhismindfor
thecreature’spresence.Surelysomethingofsuchincomparableevilcouldnothideitspresence
hereanymorethanitcouldintheundeaditcontrolled.
Buttherewasnothing,notahintofthecorruptionheknewpossessednotonlythe
creature’sbodybutitssoul. TherewasonlyOldarhimself,whosesoulwasasfarremoved
fromthatcreature’sasdayisfromnight.
Andyet…
“Whoisit?”Firanaskedgently.“Whatdoesitwant?”
TheboyseemedsomewhatcomfortedbyFiran’stouch,butthefearwasstillinhiseyes.
“Id
on'tk now,”hesaidplaintively.“Perhapsitismyimagination,hereinthisspell-boundplace.
ButIfeltnothinglikethisthenightyousavedusatthepoisonspring.”Heshookhisheadasif
todislodgewhateverclungthere.
“Doesitspeak?”Firanasked.
Againtheboyshookhishead.“Therearenowords,itissimplyt here,apartofme!It
wants--Iwant--”Hestruggledforwords.“ItislikewhenIawakeninthemorning,andIrealize
mystomachisemptyandthatImustfillit.Butthis--thisisasifmystomachwerefullandyet
thefeelingsarethere.”Helookedaround,thefeardeepening.“Itwantstoleavethishall.Iwant
toleavethishall,toreturntomyhome,andyetIalsowanttogodeeperintothecastle.”
Possession!Firanrealized.Thatishowitworkedwhenpracticedbysomeonesuperbly
skilled.Theonepossessedwasoftennotevenawareoftheintruder,sodelicatelydiditholdthe
reins.Dothis,itwouldsay,andtheonepossessedwouldcomply,neversuspectingtheaction
waspromptedbyanotherotherthanhisownwhimordesire.
Butwho…?
SurelynotAzalin,whonowcalledhimselfDarcalus!Skilledhemightbe,butthehorror
ofhisnaturecouldnotbesocompletelyhidden.OfthatFiranwascertainbeyonddoubt.
Butthenhethought,IinsistedonbringingOldarwithmetoAvernus.Icouldnot
produceaplausiblereason,eventomyself,andyetIinsisted.Another’sdefthandsonthereins
ofhisownmind?
Heshudderedandyetdidnotfeelterror.Instead,aflashofhopewasignitedwithin
him.
Aguide?Hadhisemergencefromthemistsatpreciselythattimeandinpreciselythat
placebeennotacoincidencebutsomethingthatwaspreordained?Somethingthatwouldlead,
finally,tohisgoalofvengeanceontheslayerofhisson?
Somehowhedidn’trealizethatthesethoughtscouldthemselvesbetheresultofthose
samehandsgentlyshepherdinghimtowardsomegoalnothisown.
“Thenletusgo,youngOldar,”Firansaidfinally.“LetusseewhatAvernushasinstore
forusthisnight.”
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Firanclimbedthenarrow,grime-encrustedstairsuneasily,Oldarahesitantstepbehind.
WhateverspellsDarcalususedtoguardthesecretsofAvernushadthusfarprovenshockingly
weakandeasilyovercome,asifallthecreature’sstrengthhadbeendivertedtothemassively
powerfulprotectivespellsthatFiranhadfeltasheenteredthecastleundertheprotectionof
Aldewaine’samulet.TheonlyonethathadpresentedFiranwithevenamoment’sdifficulty
wastheonethatshimmereddarkyoverthesplinterysurfaceofthedwarven-sizeddoor
Oldar--orwhoeverspokethroughOldar--haddirectedhimtobehindanight-blackdrapeina
farcoernoftheballroom.Evenasthespellgavewaythroughtheflesh-tinglingremnants,he
hadrealizedtheywerelikelywalkingintoatrap,servingthemselvesuptoLordDarcalus.
Eachhallwaytheycreptthrough,eachmustystairtheyclimbed,eachdeserted,
darkenedchambertheypassed,themorecertainhebecame.SurelyAldewaine’sprotective
amuletdidnothavepowerthisgreat,toallowthemtowanderunchallengedthroughout
Avenurs.SurelytheywerebeingledtosomenetherreachofthecastlewhereevenFiran’s
sorcerieswouldbeuselesstosavethem.
Andyethecontinued,preparedforeachmomenttobehislastmomentoffreedom,his
lastmomentoflife.Whatotherchoicedidhehave?Hehadlongsinceabandoned,ordecided
toignore,thetwistedlogicthathadledhimtosuspecthisownmindwasbeingsecretly
influenced.Ifitweretrue,therewasnothinghecoulddotocounterit,soskillfullywasitbeing
done.Ifitwerefalse,therewasnothingtocounter;heneededonlytoremainasalertandas
preparedashecouldpossiblybeforwhateverlayahead.
“Father?”
Firanfrozeattheword,uncertainifithadappearedwholeinhismindorifithad
emergedfromOldar’stremblinglips.Theyhadbeenclimbingthecrampedstairsforhundreds
ofsteps,litonlybyfaintmoonlightfilteringinthrougharchers’slitsinthefoot-thickwalls,
andFiranwasbeginningtowonderifthiswasthetraphehadbeenanticipating,a
spell-inducedfoldinspacethatkeptoneclimbingthesamestepagainandagaininanendless
cycle.Exceptforhislaboredbreathing,Oldarhadbeensilentsincetheyhadfoundthe
beginningsofthesetowerstairsbehindaconcealedbutotherwiseunprotecteddoor.
“Didyouspeak?”Firanaskedsoftly.
Theboylurchedtoastop.“Isaidnothing.”
“Andyouheardnothing?”
Theboyshookhishead,butevenashedid,hislipsbegantomove,hiseyestowidenin
surprise.“Haveyoucometoavengemydeath,Father?”
Irik’sspirit?Here?Firanbracedhimselfagainstthegrimystoneofthetowerwall.
“Irik?”Hisvoicewasbarelyawhisper.
“Haveyoucometoavengemydeath,Father?”Therepeatedwordsemergingfromlips
solikeIrik’swereaknifetoFiran’sheart.Oldar’seyesremainedfrozeninshockedsurprise.
“Itismyownonlypurposeinlife,”Firansaid.“ButImustbecertain.IsDarcalusthe
onewhoslewyou?TheonewhocalledhimselfAzalinthen?”
“TheonewhoslewmeisinAvernus,butcanyounotfinditinyourhearttoforgive
him?
Firanalmostlaughed,sostartlingwerethewords.“Forgive?Forgivethecreaturethat
slaughteredmyson?”
“Ihaveforgivenhim.Surelyyoucanas--”
“No!”AdifferentangerwelledupinFiran,anangerherealizedhehadfeltcountless
timesbefore.Anangerathisson.“No!Itisweakness,inexcusableweakness,toforgiveyour
enemies!Itisinsanitytoforgiveyourownslayer!”
“AndyetIhave.Canyounotdothesame?”
“Never!”
“Butwhatwillthekillinggainyou?”
“Vengeance!”
“Willitalsogainyoupeaceofmind?”
“Peaceofmind?Whatspinelessnonsenseisthat?CanyouimagineIcaneverhavethis
‘peaceofmind’youspeakofwhilethiscreaturestillexists?Hisveryexistenceisanopen,
festeringwoundtome!”
“IstherenothingIcansaythat--”
“Thecreatureiscontrollingyou!Oryouareanillusionhehascreatedtosavehimself!”
“Iamyourson,andIspeakonlythetruth.”
“Thentellme,howcameyouhere?Thisisnotyourworld.”
“Norisityours,Father.Yetyouarehere.”
“Ifollowedtheonewhoslewyou,throughtheportalhehimselfopened.Butyou--”
“Myspiritwasbroughtheretotormenthim!”Painsuddenlyfilledthesurrogatevoice.
Firansnortedindisbelief.“Totormentanundeadcreaturewithasoulthatthriveson
crueltyandhorror?Acreaturewhocanfeelnoremorse?”
“Perhapshefeelsnoneyet,buthesoonwill--morethanheimaginescouldbeborne.”
“Buthow--howdidyoucomehere?”
“Iknowlittlemorethanyou,Father,thoughIhavelearnedtherearepowersgreater
thantheonewhoslewme.Haveyounotheardtheirvoices?”
Foramoment,ashadowyimageflitteredatthecornersofFiran’smind,butheforcedit
away.
“Thegodsbroughtyouhere?”
“Whateveryounamethem,itislikelytheywhobroughtusallhere.Fortheirown
purposes,Isuspect.TheonlypurposeIhavefoundformypresenceistotormenttheonewho
slewme.”Oldar’slipsemittedamournfulsigh,thoughhisfeaturesremainedfrozeninfear.“It
maybemyonlypurposeforexisting.”
Firan’smindwasspinning.Couldthistrulybehisson?ForIriktohavebeenslainby
thiscreaturewashorrorenough,butforhisspirittobeshackledtohisslayerforeternitywas
unendurable!
Butifitwasn
othisson,ifthiswereonlyanothercoginwhateverstrangemachinations
haddrawnhimhere...
Abruptlyhecutshortthedizzyingspiralofpointlessspeculations.Therewasnowayto
proveordisprovetheirvalidityotherthantoforgeahead.Hehadcome--beenbrought?--tothis
placetodestroythiscreatureordieintheeffort,andnow,withIrik’sownwordstoshowthat
nowonlywasDarcalustheslayerbutthatthesouloftheslainwasboundtothatoftheslayer,
hismissionwasallthemoreurgent.
Asifthespirithaddivinedhisthoughts,itspokethroughOldaronceagain.“Iwill
guideyoutothatwhichyouseek,butIbegyouagaintoendyourvendettabeforeitdestroys
you!”
“Enough!Iwillendittonight!Withthecreature’sdestructionormyown!Nowguide
measyoupromised!”
Foralongmoment,Oldarwasrigidlymotionless,hiseyeswideasheawaitedthenext
wordstoemergeunbiddenfromhislips.
“Asyouwish,Father,”thewordsfinallycame,thetoneladenwithresignationand
regret.
Pressinghisbackagainsttheroughstonewall,FiranmaderoomforOldartoclimbpast
him.Astheboy’sfacepassedclosebyhisonthenarrowstairs,thediagonalscaronhisforehead
seemedtofade,thefeaturestosoften,andforamoment,itwasIrik’sfacepassinginthenear
darkness,notOldar’s.
Butthenthescarwasback,thetendonsinhisneckstandingoutinclenched-jawrelief,
theeyesthoseofthestill-terrifiedOldar.AgainasifdiviningFiran’sthoughts,thespiritsaid,
“Donotworryaboutyourfriend,Father.Hewillbereleasedunharmedassoonasmyneedfor
himpasses.”
Everynervejangling,FiranfollowedasOldar,hisstocky,farm-boylegsmovingalmost
asstifflyasazombie’s,continuedupthesteps.Amassivetimbereddoorappeared,butthey
continuedupward.Firanfaltered,struckbyasuddenwaveofpainastheynearedasecond
door,thisoneadarklyglowing,bronzelikemetal.AtfirsthethoughtanotherofDarcalus’s
spellswasgrippinghim,spillingoutfromthedooritguarded,buthequicklyrealizeditwas
morethanthat.Therewasnoresistancetomovement,onlyagrowingpainthattouchedevery
partofhisbody,asifthousandsofneedleswerepricklingateverysinglenerveending.Looking
downathimself,hecouldhardlybelievehisbodyappeareduntouched,thathewasnotoozing
bloodfromeverypore.
Butthenitbegantofade,andwithinanotherdozensteps,itwasdone.
Abovehim,Oldarhadstoppedonalandingfacinganotheroakendoor,thisone
stirringadeepuneaseunlikeanythingthathadassailedFiranbefore,adreadthatwentfar
beyondthemixtureoffearandanticipationthathadaccompaniedhimeverymomentsince
theyhadmadetheirfurtiveexitfromtheballroom.
Therewasafamiliarityaboutthedoor,abouttheunblinkingeyeinitscenter,fashioned
ofbeatensilver,thepupilaluminousrubythatseemedreadytosuckhiminastheeyesofthat
creaturebythepoisonspringhadalmostdone.Itwas,likethefacesinthemists,asifhehad
seenitbeforebutcouldnotrememberwhereorwhen.
Oldarslumped,almostfalling.Firancaughthim,holdinghimerectuntiltheboy
regainedcontrolofhisbody.
“Thisistheplaceyouseek,”Oldarsaid,histremblingvoiceagainhisown.
“Ishegone?Theonewhosaidhewasmyson?”
Oldarswallowednoisily.“Iknowonlythatheisnolongercommandingmymovements
ormywords.”
“Thengoifyoucan.Perhapsyouhavebeenreleasedashepromised.Andhurry,ifyou
aretoescapeAvernusunderAldewaine’sprotection.Iimaginetheballisdrawingtoacloseby
now.”
Oldarhesitated.“Iwouldnotleaveyou,MasterFiran,”hesaid,butitwasobviousthat
duty,notdesire,promptedthewords.
Firanshookhishead.“Go,youngOldar.ReturntoyourownfatherastheVistani
counseled.Yourrolehereisdone,Iimagine.Thereisnothingmoreforyoutodobutloseyour
life.”AsIwellmaylosemyown.
StillOldarhesitated,butonlyuntilFirangesturedbackthewaytheyhadcome.Then,
asifaphysicalbondhadbeenreleased,hedartedpastFirananddownthenarrowstairs.
Firanwatcheduntilthecurveofthestairscutoffhisview,thenlistenedforanother
hundredsteps.PerhapsIrik--orwhoeverorwhateverhadspokeninhisname--hadspokenthe
truth,andOldarwouldemergewholeandunharmedfromthisnight.
FinallyFiranturnedbacktothedoor,realizingashedidthathislisteningtoOldar’s
recedingstepshadbeennotoutofconcernfortheboybutoutofanunspokendesiretodelay
havingtofacewhatlaybehindthedamnablyfamiliardoor.
Foratime,then,hestoodsilently,tryingtoforcenewmemoriestothesurfaceofhis
mind.Whenhehademergedfromthemists,hispasthadbeenacompletevoid,asfeaturelessas
themiststhemselves.ItwasnotuntilhehadlookeduponOldar’sfacethatthememoriesof
Irikandthecreaturethathadslainhimcamefloodingback.
Butthosememories,hehadgraduallycometorealize,werenothingmorethanasmall
islandoflightinavastseaofdarkness.
Andthesightofthisdoorwithitsbeatensilverandrubyemblemseemedasfamiliarto
himasOldar’sfacehadseemed,yetnonewmemorieshademerged.Becausehedidnotwish
themtoemerge?Butwhatcouldhefindbeyondthisdoorthatcouldbemorepainfulthanthe
senselessslaughterofhisonlyson?
Bracinghimself,hetouchedthedoor,andfoundnoteventheslightestspellprotecting
it.Itswungopenalmostbeforehistouch,therubyeyeglintinginthedarknessasifitwere
watchinghim.
Asperhapsitwas.
Gingerlyhesteppedthroughthedoor.Therewasnosourceoflightbutthemoonlit
slitssparselyscatteredalongthewallsofthestairwellbehindhim,andyethecouldseeclearly.
Theroomwashuge,largeenoughtooccupythisentirelevelofthetower.Anditwas
virtuallyempty,itsroughstonefloorbareexceptforasmallpedestalintheexactcenter.
Firan’sheartleapedashesawwhatrestedonthepedestal:atinygoldensculptureinthe
formofadragon’sskull.
Azalin’sphylactery!
TheenchantedreceptacleintowhichAzalin’sblack,corrodedsoulcouldretreatifhis
bodywasdestroyed.Thesanctuaryinwhichitcouldbideitstimeandrestoreitsstrength.The
havenfromwhichitcouldthenemergetotakeupresidenceinyetanotherbodyandcontinue
itsdepredationsunhindered.
IthadhungsuspendedfromagoldchainaboutAzalin’sneckasthecreatureplunged
intothemistsonlysecondsaheadofFiran.Andnowitwashere,withinhisgrasp,unguarded
andvulnerable!
Firanhesitatedintenseuncertainty.Ontheonehand,hewasgrippedbyan
overwhelmingurgetochargeacrosstheinterveningdistance,surelylessthanadozensteps,
snatchuptheskull,smashittothehardstonefloorandcrushundertheheelofhisbootagain
andagain,andthenintonethespellsthatwouldkeepitfromeverbeingrestored,nomatter
howpowerfulthemagicAzalincommanded.
Butsurely,alllogictoldhim,thisobject,onwhichAzalin’scontinuedexistence
depended,couldnotbethiseasilyfoundanddestroyed.Surelytherewereprotectionshe
simplycouldn’tsense.Thiswas,historturedmindscreamedathim,thetraphehadfeared
fromthemomentofhisandOldar’ssurreptitiousdeparturefromtheballroom.
Sobeit.
Everysensepoisedonaknife’sedge,waitingforthefirstwarningtingleoftheprotective
spellsthatmustcertainlylayerthisroom,Firantookastepforward,hisbootscrapingonthe
gritty,unevenfloor.
Buthefeltnothingbeyondthejanglingofhisownnerves.Hefeltnoteventhegentle
tinglehehadfeltadozentimesontheirowncircuitousroutethroughthemazeofhallsand
stairsandforlornlydesertedroomsthathadledhimfromthemainfloorofAvernustothis
bleakandstonyaerie.
Anotherstep,andyetanother,andstilltherewasnothing.
Unless…
Hestoodstock-still.Ifhestretchedouthishands,hisfingerswouldbewithininchesof
thetinygoldenskull.
Andhefelts omething.Notthetingleofabarrier,northeinexplicablepainthathad
afflictedhimduringthelaststepsofhisclimbupthewinding,narrowstairs.
Instead,itwasthesameauraofevilanddegeneracyhehadsensedwhenhehadlooked
momentarilythroughtheeyesoftheundeadcreatureintoAzalin’s.Andashehadbeendrawn
intothoseglowingeyes,hewasbeingdrawnnowtowardtheminiatureskull.Somethingwas
pressinghimforward,likeacoldwindathisback.
Aspell?ThephantommindhehadsuspectedofpossessingOldar?
Wast histhetrap,then?Aforcethelikeofwhichhehadneverencountered,aforcethat
wouldgrowinexorablymorepowerfuluntilitsuckedhiminandthenheldhim,helplessina
sorcerousweb,untilAzalincamelikeagiantspidertodisposeofhiminhisowngoodtime?
Foralongtime,Firanremainedmotionless,hismindracinguselessly,unabletograsp
anythingsolid,anythingthatmadesense.Nothingthathadhappenedsincehisentryinto
Avernushadmadesense,certainlynotthefindingofhisslainson’sspiritnorthemisguided
forgivenessandmercyitpleadedforonbehalfofitsslayer.
Pullinginabreath,helookedforthefirsttimeatthewallsandsmotheredaroaroffury,
allfearsoftrapoverwhelmedbywhathesaw.
Thewallswerecoveredwithpaintings,andthelargestofthelot,directlyinhisfieldof
vision,wasanimagethatwaseverbeatingonthedoorsofhisconsciousness:Irik,headbowed,
ajeweledbladepoisedabovehisexposedneckforitsdownwardstroke.Andholdingtheblade
initsflayeddeadhands,thehideouscreaturethat…
SpasmodicallyFiranlungedthelastfewinchesforwardandgraspedtheskull.Foran
instant,thepowerthathadbeendrawinghiminbecamelikethecrushinghandofaninvisible
giantclosingabouthim,pressinginallsides,foldinghislimbs,curlinghisbody,forcinghis
headdownuntilthetinyskullwaspressedagainsthisforeheadasifitweretryingtoforcesits
wayintohisownskull.
Fromsomewhere,hisownstrengthreturned,redoubled.
Tremblinglikeapoorlycontrolledmarionette,heforcedhisbodytobeginto
straighten,hisarmstomove,hisfingerstoreleasethehorridobject,allowingittocrashtothe
stonefloor.
Tohisamazement,theskullshatteredintoathousandglitteringfragments.Anda
terror-filledvoicenothisownscreamedwordlesslyinhismind,againandagain.
Atthesamemoment,theforcethathehadbeenstrugglingagainstvanished,andhe
staggeredbackward,cominguphardagainstthewallnexttothedoor.
Itwasdone. Thecreature’ssanctuarywasdestroyed.Allthatremained…
Allthatremainedwasthecreatureitself,andhisvengeancewouldbecomplete.And
thisworld,thisplacecalledDarkon,wouldberidofamonster.
OritwouldberidofafoolnamedFiranZal’honan,whosepowerswerenotnearlyas
greatashehopedorsupposed.
Hewaited.Thecreaturewouldcometoseewithitsowneyesthedestructionofits
sanctuary...andtodestroytheonewhowasresponsible.
Firan’seyeswentagaintothewalls,drawninexorablytothedepictionofIrik’sdeath.
Butitwaschanging!
Irikstillknelt,hisinnocentfacefilledwithstoicacceptance.Thejeweledbladestill
hoveredhighabove,readytodescendinitsdeadlyarc.
Butthehandsthatheldit…
Thehandsthathelditwerenolongertherottinghandsofacorpse,animatedandheld
togetheronlybysomeobscenewizardry.
Theywerewholeanduntouchedbythecorruptionofdeath.Andthefaceofthe
creaturewasitselfbeginningtochangeevenasFiranwatched.Thepatchesofskullthathad
beforeshowedplainlythroughwereslowlybeingcovered,firstbydecayingflesh,thenby
discoloredskinthatformedslowlyandgrewlesshideousbythemoment.
Theeyesockets,oncepitscontainingonlyapairofhellish,glowingcoals,nowheld
writhingwhiteslugsthatslowlymergedintothebeginningsofeyeballs.
Thehair,onceonlypatchesofstringywhitestrandsthatseemedreadytofallfree,
takingtheunderlyingpatchesofscalpwiththem,wasthickeninganddarkeningand--
Thedoorburstopen,andthecreaturewhoseimagewasbeinginexplicablyalteredin
thepaintinglungedthrough,fallingtoitsskeletalkneesonthefloor,itsraggedhandsscraping
uselesslyattheshatteredfragmentsofthephylactery.Gonewasthehandsome,smiling,entirely
illusoryyoungmanwhohadmadeabriefappearance,welcominghisgueststoAvernus.Gone
werethepitch-black,shimmeringclothestheillusionhadworn,replacednotwiththekingly
robesofFiran’snightmaresbutwiththeblood-anddirt-encrustedfuneralshroudthebody
hadwornwhenthecreaturehadenteredandpossessedit.
This,Firanknew,washistrueform.
Andthiswaswhathemustdestroy.
Ifhecould.
ThecreatureseemedunawareofFiran’spresenceashelungedforward,hisoutstretched
handsencounteringnomoreresistancethantheyhadwhenhehadpitchedtheundeadslave
intothedepths.
Hishandsclosedaboutthecreature’sneck,hisfingersbitingintotherottingfleshthat,
amomentbefore,hadbeenheldfirmbywhateverobscenemagicthemonstercommanded.
Abandoningitsscrabblingforthescatteredfragmentsofthegoldenskull,itturnedin
Firan’sgrip,thefleshshreddingandoozinglikesomeloathsomejelly.Eventheboneswere
softeningandwrithing,likeburrowingworms,underthecorruptflesh.Thefieryeyes--the
eyes,hesuddenlyrealized,thatwererepresentedbythesingleblood-redeyeimprintedonthe
doortothisroom--camearoundtoboreintohis.
Toreachout,astheyhadearlierthroughtheeyesoftheslave.
Theliplessmouthdidnotmove,butademonicmixtureofscreamsandlaughterrang
inhisears.Thesamesadisticlaughterthathadfilledhismindashehadbeendisgorgedfrom
themists.
Thiswasthetrap,herealized,andhetrieddesperatelytoreleasehisgrip,tothrustthe
horrorfromhim.
Buthecouldnot.
Itsmutatingfleshwasholdinghim!Hecouldfeelathousandtinytendrilsof
putrefactionpiercinghisownskinandburrowingdeepintothefleshbeneath.
Butevenashisfleshwasbeingdesecratedbythisabomination,hiseyesweredrawn
forciblybacktothepaintingthatnowseemedtoloomoverhim,asifithadbeenpluckedfrom
thewallandsuspendedintheairbeforehim.
Thetransmogrificationofthecreatureinthepaintinghadcontinued.Thefleshand
skinhadcontinuedtoregenerate,toreplaceoneareaofcorruptionafteranother.Thethingsin
theeyesocketshadceasedtheirwrithingandwerecoalescingintodeadwhiteorbswithtiny,
centralpinpricksthatslowlyexpandedintoglitteringpupils.
Itwas,finally,ahumanface--thefacethecreaturehadpossessedbeforeithadtakenits
ownlifeand,daysorweekslater,returnedfromthedeadtoresumeresidenceinitsown
reanimatedbutstillrottingcorpse.
AnewscreamrippedfromFiran’sthroat,awordlessscreamofhorrorandrecognition
anddenial.
Heremembered!
Everything!
Itwasnotjustthisroomthatwasatrap,nojustthiscastle!Theentireland,intowhich
hehadbeendisgorgedbythemists,wasatrapfromwhichhecouldneverescape!
Hisverye xistencewasatrap!
Andbothweretrapshehadenteredwillingly,desperately,butwhichhewouldnotgive
anything--anything!--tobefreeof.
Witheveryounceofstrengthinhisbody,witheveryscintillaofdeterminationinhis
mind,Firanstrainedtopullback,butthecreature’soozing,penetratinggripwasunbreakable.
Whereittouched,itsfleshwasblendingwithFiran’s,anditstouchwasinexorablyspreading.
Hisoutstretchedhands,originallyclampedinfuryaboutthecreature’sneck,werenow
engulfedbyit.Theputrefyingfleshofwhathadbeenitstorsowascreepinguphisarms,
envelopingthemlikeafoul-smelling,semiliquidfogandhecouldfeelitsinkingitsrootsinhis
fleshasitmoved.
Andhislegs--thelowerpartofthecreature’sbodyhadslitheredamorphouslyacrossthe
fewinchesthatseparateditfromFiran’s,andhecouldfeelhislegsbeingsuckedin,asifhewere
sinkingslowly,painfully,intoafetid,noxiousswamp.
Theonlypartofthecreaturethatremainedunchangedwasthedecomposingface,
whichmovedslowlytowardhisownashisstraining,tremblingarmswereabsorbedevermore
deeply,nomatterhowhardhestruggled.
Andtheeyes…
Theblood-redglowpouredfromtheeyesocketswithever-increasingintensity.He
couldfeelthefleshofhisfacebeingdraggedforwardevenashestrainedtoholdhisheadback.
Thenitwasasifhisownfleshwerebeingpulledloosefromthebonetowhichitwasattached,
stretchingouttomeetandtouchtheapproachinghorror.
Andthenthefacewastouchinghis.Theglowfromtheeyesocketsblindedhim,
drowningeveryothersight,andhecouldfeeltheslimyfleshofthecreature’sfacepressing
against--andinto--hisown.
Hisnostrilswerefilledwiththestenchofcorruption,histonguesmotheredinits
hideoustasteasthemoderingfleshenvelopedhim.Hetriedtoscream,buthismouthand
tongueandthroatwerefilledbyasuffocatingputrescencethatwas…
...himself.
Andthereunionwascomplete.
Fromoutoftheshadows,muffledlaughteremerged.W
elcometoyourdomain,Firan
DarcalusZal’honan.WelcometoDarkon.
Fromthecountlessportraitsthatlinedthewalls,hispastselvesseemedtojoininthe
laughterasthesourcesoftheimagesportrayedtherebeganemergingfromthedustyrecessesof
somenewlydiscoveredsubterraneanvaultofmemoriesnearlytwocenturiesdeep.
Behold,theshadowsmurmured.T
hesearethepathsyoufreelychose.
Andhecollapsedtothefloorasthefirstandmostterribleofthememoriesassaultedhis
mind.
PartII:Oerth
Seven
246CY(CommonYear)
TwoyoungbrothersmovedfurtivelythroughKnurl’stwistingstreets.Itwasthedarkof
themoon,andthecitylaywrappedincold,inkyshadows.Hadnottheelderknowntheway
byheart,thetwowouldhavebeenutterlylost.
Gropingforcornermarkersandotherguidingsignsdelayedthem,asdidtheneedto
evadecitypatrols.Eachtimethebrothersescapedawatchsquad’snotice,twelve-year-oldIrik
Zal’honanshiveredandsmotheredanervousgiggle.Fifteen-year-oldFiran,however,treated
eachnear-missasatriumph.Finally,nolongerabletocontainhiselation,helaughedopenly.
“Firan,shh!”theyoungerwarned,hisheartinhisthroat.
“Calmyourself,littlebrother,”Firansaid,hisvoicefilledwithelation.“Thereis
nothingtoworryabout.Nopatrolcandiscoverus.Consider:Wewerelessthananarm’s
lengthfromthatlastgroupoffools,andtheywalkedrightpastus.HowfortunateforKnurl’s
honestcitizensthatyouandIarenotevildoers.Wecouldfillourpocketsahundredtimesover,
andthosesimpletonswouldneverfindus.”
Irikprotestedinahoarsewhisper.“Youareunfair.Thisalleyisasblackaspitch.Noone
couldhaveseenusinthishidingplace.Andwemadenosoundforthemtohear.”
“True,butthatalonewasnotwhytheypassedusby,”Firansaidsmugly.Then,despite
thetensenessofthemomentandtheurgencyofthenight’smission,hesmiled.Such
generosity,eventowardwitlesspatrolmen,wassotypicalofIrik,andbutoneofmanyreasons
thattheyoungestsonofearlTuralitanZal’honanwasbelovedbyall.Firan’stonewasgentleras
hewenton.“Andy ou,littlebrother,soulofkindnessthatyouare,alwaysforgivethestupidities
ofothers.”
“Iforgivethemforbeinghuman,asIhopethegodswillforgivem
esomeday,whenIgo
totheirjudgement.”
Firangrimaced.“Whatpiousnonsenseisthis?Neitherofuswillfacedeathforlong
yearstocome.Andwithskillandcunning,wemayavoiditentirely.Immortalscanbe
bargainedwithortrickedoutright,youknow,andforbothoursakes,Iintendtooutwitthem
andtheirgrimjudgementsexactlyaswehaveoutwittedthepatrols.”
Irikgasped.“GreatIstusprotectyou!Donotblasphemeandchallengefate!”However,
nomatterhowearnesttheprayer,therewasanundercurrentofawedadmirationforhis
brother’scourage.
Firanspatonthecobbles.“Fah!Ineednogoddess’sprotection.Imakemyown,with
potentandunbreakablespells.”
Thewordsremindedhimoftheirappointment,andhetuggeddemandinglyatIrik’s
arm,leadinghimthewayoncemoreastheyemergedfromthedarkenedalleyandhurried
downthenarrowingstreet.
Irikmutteredanxiously,“WhatifFatherorRanald--”
“Donotworryaboutthem!InFather’smind,wearesafeabed,andourelderbrother’s
eyesaregoodonlyforfindingthelarder.”TherewasbothcertaintyandscorninFiran’s
statement,andhechuckledasheimaginedtheirfather’sreactiontomorrow.Whentheearl
learnedthatFiranhaddisobeyedhiscommandsyetagain,andluredyoungIrikalongwithhim
onthenight’sescapade,TuralitanZal’honan’swrathwouldbeexplosive--andfutile.The
prospectdelightedFiran,addingspicetothenight’sadventure--asifitneededmore!
Theboyseludedmorepatrols--theirfather’sownpatrols!--withever-increasingease,
andFiran’sconfidencebecamearrogance.Theywereintheclearnow!Almostthere!
Helongedtoshoutdefianceatthesky,warningthestarstobeware.Fortonight,Firan
Zal’honanstooduponthethresholdofgreatness!Anewmasterofthearcaneartswouldbe
bornwiththecastingoftheGrandSummoningspell!Bytomorrownight,hewouldbe
powerfulenoughtoripthosebrightorbsfromtheheavensandweartheverystarsashiscrown!
Howhisfatherwouldraveandbellowwhenthathappened!Theoldman’sboring
familiarlitanyofwarningranginFiran’sthoughts:“Sorceryisacurseontheland,Son!A
curse!IfonlyIwereable,IwouldwipethatblightfromKnurlforever!Iwouldwithout
hesitationorregretbanishitsfoulpractitioners,burntheirobscenetomesandgrimoires,and
smashtheirwizards’paraphernalia,smashittosplintersbeyondeventheirpowerstorestore!
Shunthatcurseasifyourlifedependedonit,ormostassuredlysomedayitwill!”
Well,theoldmanwouldceasehisrantingwhentheyoungMasterSorcerertookhis
placeamongtheGreatInitiates!
Andifherefusedtobowtotheinevitable…
Firanpicturedhimselfchokingoffhisfather’svoicewithasinglegesture,needingto
castonlythetiniestofspellsfromamongthenewwizard’svastarsenaltoaccomplishthat
insignificantyetmonumentallysatisfyingdeed.
Andthen,andt hen...
Theoldmanwouldbeforcedtobowtohisscornedsecondson,andtothatson’s
formerlyunappreciated--abhorred!--talents!MattressweregoingtochangeatCastle
Zal’honan,andchangedrastically.
Soon,soon…
Irik’ssoftvoicebrokeintoFiran’svindictivefantasies.“Areyousureyourfriendwillnot
resentmyjoiningyoursecretritualstonight?”
“Secretrituals?Ah!Youmeanthemagic,thesummoning.”Theolderboysavoredthe
wordsashemightadeliciousviand.“Whydoyouask?Surelyyouhavenotdecidedthatyou
are,afterall,afraid.”
“Oh,no,”Iriksaid,almosttooquickly,betrayingtheunspokendreadofbeingthought
childishor,worse,acoward.“Afterall,”hewenton,inwhathehopedwasadevil-may-care
tone,“‘ifwenevertakearisk,wearenevertrulyalive.’Orsoitiswrittenbyamostprominent
philosopher.Tutorhasshownmethoseverywordsmorethanonceinhisfavoritescroll.”The
boychuckledself-consciously.“Ofcourse,philosophersaresaidtospendmostoftheirlivesin
libraries,andtheonlyriskstheytakearethoseofcatchingcoldwhentheyventuredowndrafty
castlecorridorsinsearchofever-more-ancienttomes.”Sobering,Irikreturnedtohisoriginal
concern.“IonlyfearthatImightbeintrudingonsomething...private,somethingthatyouand
Corsalusaloneshouldshare.”
Amused,Firanreassuredhim.“Corsalusinsistsyoujoinus.SodoI.Infact,itis
imperativeyoudoso.Iexplainedthereasonsearlier.Ithoughtyouhadagreed.”
“Idid!Ido!Itallsoundsso--soexciting.ButIwouldnotwanttobemerely‘little
brother’onemoretime,hangingatyourheelsandbotheringyouwithmypresence,assigneda
taskthathasneithermeaningnorimport.”
ThestatementwasapoignantechoofpatternsshapedthroughoutIrik’stwelveshort
years,patternsshapedlivinginacleveroldersibling’senormousshadow.Theboywas
patheticallyeagertoshareinFiran’sforbiddenadventuresinexoticlocales.l
“Youwillnotbotherme,Ipromise.Andyourtaskhasbothmeaningandimport.You
willbeanessentialparticipant,nolesssothanI!”Firanglancedaffectionatelyattheslender,
shadow-cloakedformbyhisside.Eveninthisdark,stench-filledalley,Irik’ssunnygoodnature
seemedtoholdthenightatbay.Firantousledhisbrother’smopofgoldencurlsandsaid,“Just
remembertoobeymycommandswithoutquestion.StaystrictlywithinthelinesIwilldraw
Andoncethingstrulybegin,standfast,nomatterwhatyoumaybehold…”
“‘Whetheritbemininosoflightorevil’sworsedemons,’”Irikrecited,repeatingpart
ofaterribleoathFiranhadmadehimswearbeforetheyleftthecastle.“Iw
illobey.”
“Good!Placeyourtrustinme.MymagicandCorsalus’sarepowerfulenoughtobind
securelyanythingwesummon.”
“Anything?”
“Youdoubtmyword?”Firanaskedsternly,thenrelentedastheboytriedtostammeran
apology.“Nomorechatter,littlebrother.Thetimegrowsshort.Wemusthurry!”
TheirdestinationlayintheheartofKnurl’smostdisreputablesection,crisscrossedwith
streetssonarrowandfilthythatelsewheretheywouldhavebarelybeenaccordethename.On
previousvisitstothissordidarea,ithadstruckFiranthatCorsalus’sramshacklehutwas
ill-suitedtohouseasorcerer’ssanctum.ButthenCorsaluswasnotyetatruesorcerer,nor,in
Firan’ssouropinion,wouldtheolderyouthe verachievethatexaltedstatus.Admittedly,
Corsaluspossessedsomeusefulgiftsand,farmoreimportant,accesstoseveralinvaluable
magicaltomes.However,helackedtheskillsandprestigeofagenuineMasterlikeQuantarius,
KnurlTownship’smosthighlyrespectedpractitionerofarcanearts.Itseemedverysignificant
toFiranthatQuantariushadnotacceptedCorsalusashisapprentice.
Butaftertonight,thegreatQuantariusmightconsidertakinga notherheretofore
self-taughtapprentice,onenearlyfiveyearsyoungerthanCorsalusbutfarmoretalented.
Thebrothershaltedbeforeasquatabode,littlemorethanahut,huddledunderthecity
wall.Firantracedthethreerequisitesymbolsonthescarredwoodendoorandwhisperedthe
kindredphrases.Herepeatedthegesturesandwordstwicemore,andtheportalcreakedslowly
open.
HastilyFirandrewhiswide-eyedsiblingwithin,andthedoorswungshutbehindthem,
thoughnohandwasuponit.
Corsaluswashuddledoveralarge,age-wornbook,frowningwithconcentration,his
lipsmovingsilentlyasheread.Atthebrothers’entry,heglancedupandsaidcurtly,“Youare
late.Ihadbeguntothinkyournervehadfailed.”
“Neverdoubtme,Corsalus,”Firansaid,bristlingslightly.“Mywordismyhonorand
bond.Itoldyouwewouldbeherebeforemidnight,andIhavenotyetheardthewatchcall
thathour.”
HeandIrikshruggedofftheircloaksastheolderboycontinued.“Ourfather’sscrutiny
wasmorestrictthanusualthisnight,andhispatrolsseemedoverlynumerousinthestreets,so
wewereslowedabit.Ittakessomesmalltimetoproduceevensuchminorillusionsaswere
required.”
Iriklookedathiminstartledsurmise.“Sot hatishow--Iwonderedwhyfatherfailedto
noteourleaving,evenwhenthosegatehingessqueakedlikeahundredhungryrats.”
Firansmiledinacknowledgementofhisbrother’stributeofamazementbutsaid
nothing.
Corsaluscarefullyclosedandlockedtheancienttomehehadbeenreadingandplacedit
atopaprecariouspileofsimilarvolumes.
Firaneyedthestackgreedily.“Whenwillyoupermitmetostudythoseworks?Surely
youcannotquestionmyabilitytocomprehendtheircontents,notafterallthesuccessful
experimentswehaveconductedtogether.”
“Oh,no,nothingofthesort,Firan.”Corsalus’ssharpNyrondesefeatureslitupina
charmingsmile,andhespreadhishandsinseemingapology.“But,alas!Abloodoathbinds
me.Ihavesworntokeepthesacredbookssealedagainstalleyessavethoseofmyclan.”
Itwasadubiousexplanationinawell-wornargument,andtheoutcomeofthatdebate
nevervaried.Thewould-besorcerershadbegunasfriends,meetinginsecrettohoneandpolish
theirart.Astimepassedandmoonswaxedandwaned,Firan’scuriosityaboutthebookshad
intensified,becomingfrustrations,drivingawedgeintotherelationship.
IfCorsaluswouldonlylethimexaminethebooks!Justforasinglenight!
Suchpreciousvolumeswerecovetedrepositoriesofmagicfromlosteras,andsofar
Corsalushadtappedbutafractionoftheirvastpotential.Worse,hehoardedthemlikeamiser,
sharingonlytantalizingtidbitswithFiran.
Perhaps,Frianmused,allowinganedgeofcontempttocolorhisthoughts,thosetidbits
wereallthatCorsalushimselfwascapableofunderstanding.Whocouldknowwhatmarvels
layhiddenwithinthosemustpages,solongastheywerewatchedoversojealouslybyoneas
dimasCorsalus?Thetomesundoubtedlycontainedspellsofimmensepower,spellsfartoo
complexforCorsalustoevermaster,fartoodangerousforhimitoeverattempt.Firan
Zal’honan,ontheotherhand,whoseabilitiesalreadyfaroutstrippedthoseofhisfriend,knew
thath ewascapableofunderstanding--andapplying!--anythingandeverythingthatlaybetween
thoseancientspellboundcovers.
Withillgrace,Firanputasidehisannoyanceforthepresent.Therewasworktobe
done,andheandCorsalusneededtoworkcloselytogether.Therecouldbenofriction
betweenthemforthisGrandSummoning.
Andtheirspellcastingmustbeginimmediatelyifthatsummoningwastobecompleted
bydaybreak.
Forsummoningswerenotlikeotherspells.Bytheirverynature,theywerefarmore
complexandtime-consumingthananynormalspell,buttherewardsweresimilarlygreater.
Summoningswere,inaveryrealsense,thefertilesoilfromwhichotherspellsand
powerswereharvested.Whencreaturesweresummonedupfromtheirowndarkplanesof
existence,theybroughtwiththemthepowersandknowledgeofthosedarkplanes,anditwas
uptothesorcererswhosummonedthemtocontrolthecreaturesandtogatherfromthem
thosepowers,thatknowledge,usingwhatevermeanswererequired.
Andoncetheharvestwascomplete,itwasthesorcerer’sresponsibilitytobanishthe
creaturesbacktothedarknessfromwhichtheyhadbeencalled.
FiranhadearlierexplainedtoIriktherolehewouldplay.Childishlyenthusiastic,the
boynowhelpedthemprepare,movingfurnishingstoclearanopenspaceinthehut’scenter.
Chinupandeyesglitteringwithexcitement,Iriklettheyoungsorcerersanointhis
forehead,eyes,lips,andbreast.Thenheaidedtheminapplyingthesamemagicalointmentto
themselves.Throughoutthisprocedure,FiranandCorsaluschantedwordsfromtheancient
tomes,spellsunspokenforcenturies.
Asthelong-forgottenenchantmentswereuttered,thickshadowsbegantogatherinthe
hut’sraftersandcorners.Thewould-bewizardsexchangedglances,asilentconferenceof
still-eagerconspirators,andCorsaluspickedupasmall,ornatelycarvedblackbox.Withinitlay
asmallmummifiedcorpse,acreaturedeadforuntoldyears.
Irikshuddered.“As hasheek!Wheredidyou--”
“It’smummy,”Corsaluscorrected,eyingthestifflittleanimalwithmorbidfascination,
“obtainedespeciallyforthisoccasion.”
Itsshriveledlipshadretractedinitslong-agodeath,revealingyellowedteethstill
need-sharp.Itsdesiccatedskinwasridgedandcrackedlikeamapofforbiddingmountainous
terrain.
“Thisisamirrorforthespeciesweseektosummonandbind,”Firanexplained.“Now
hush,littlebrother.Nomoretalking.”
Withthat,hedrewaknife--anarcaneweaponacquiredthroughillegalandunholy
means,thesellerhadassuredhim.Seeingthebladeanditsstrangelydecorativeinscriptions,
Corsalusnoddedapprovinglyandplacedthemummifieds hasheekintheexactcenterofthe
floor.
Firanbaredhisforearmanddrewtheknife’stipalonghisflesh,thenhandedthe
weapontoCorsalus,whodidthesame.“Irik?”Firansaid,indicatingthattheyoungestboy
mustparticipateinthispartoftheritual.“Thebladeissharp;thecuttingcanhardlybefelt,”he
wentonreassuringly.
Takingadeepbreath,Irikfollowedtheirexample.Hefollowedthem,too,astheyused
dropsoftheirbloodtotraceoutadiagramontheroughwoodenfloor.Whentheyweredone,
thes hasheekhadbeensymbolicallyencircledbythereddroplets.
FiranandCorsalussetlightedcandlesandgrotesquelyformedincenseburnersatsix
placesaroundthediagram’scircumference.Threemarked-offspotsremained.
“Standthere,”Firaninstructed,pointingtooneofthemarks.Irikgulped,but,faithful
tohispromise,obeyedwithoutquestion.Theolderyouthsmovedontotheothertwomarks.
Theself-taughtwizardschantedwhilecloudsofincenseandshadowsgatheredoverthe
circle.SoonIrikblinkedbacktearsandswallowedcoughsamiddensesmoke.Hiscompanions
seemedoblivioustoitsirritations,fortheywerenowtotallyimmersedintheirspellcasting.
OccasionallyFiranfellsilent,andCorsalusalonepronouncedkeyphraseslearnedfrom
theancientbooks.Atsuchtimes,theyoungersorcererendureddeepfrustration,fearfulhis
colleaguemightnothavememorizedthewordscorrectly.AndifCorsalusmisspokeduringa
crucialstageofthesummoning…!
Atlonglast,whentheboyswerenearlyexhaustedbytheritualandtheintense
concentrationitrequired,whenthefinalinvocationitselfhadbeenpronouncedatleasta
dozentimes,thetinymummyseemedtomove.
Butitwasnotthes hasheek,theyrealizedamomentlater.
Itwastheairaroundthes hasheek.
Ashadow,notopaqueliketheonesthatstillhoveredintheraftersabovethembutgray
andtranslucent,hadformed,givingtheairadistortingthickness.Thetwosorcerers,despite
theirexhaustion,redoubledtheintensitywithwhichtheyproclaimedtheirinvocation,
visualizedwithevenmoreclaritythecreaturetheywerenowcertainwasapproachingandthe
openingthroughwhichitwouldcome--theopeningthatwasformingevennow,obscuring
anddistortingtheimageofthes hasheekuntiltheyfeltasiftheireyeswerebeingphysically
twistedintheirsockets.
Then,inthespaceofasingleheartbeat,icycoldfilledthehut.
Thes hasheek’smummifiedcorpsevanished,andforayardinalldirectionsfromwhere
ithadbeentherewasnothing.
Anopening!
Andallaroundthatopening,wheretheroughwoodenflooringnowcametoanend,
thetranslucent,distortingshadowsblossomed,likeawallofflickeringgrayflames:theshield,
withoutwhichtheywouldbeatthemercyofwhateveremerged.Itwouldholdthecreatureat
bayuntiltheirwordswould--
AprimitivepartofFiran’sbrainconvulsedwithfear,butanotherpart,thatofthe
self-taughtsorcerer,exulted.
Theritualhadbeensuccessful!Theyhadproventhattheancienttomesweregenuine
andtheirspellsstilleffective!Andtheythemselveswerecapableofwieldingthem!
Firanleanedforward,teeteringuponthemagicpointofsafetywherehestood.
Enthralled,hetriedtopeerintothatpitofseemingnothingness,knowingthatitwas,intruth,
anopeningintoatotallyalienworld,anopeninglikeofwhichhadnotbeenseenincenturies.
Corsaluswasequallyrapt,hislipsformingthewords,“I tworked!”thoughhedidnot
shatterthemomentbyspeakingthemaloud.Bothsorcerersinhaleddeeply,readying
themselvesforthenextstageoftheGrandSummoning.
Theychantedafresh,moreloudlyandevenmoreinsistently,unafraidthatanyof
Corsalus’sneighborsmightbedisturbedandinterfere.Magicguardedthecircleandthethree
usingit.WithoutthegesturesandwordsFiranhademployed,noonecouldenterorexituntil
thefinalwordsofthespellhadbeenpronounced.
Bynow,Corsaluswassweatingprofusely,despitetheunnaturalchillthatstillfilledthe
room.Firanwatchedhisco-conspiratorwithsuddenunease.WithFirannotallowedtostudy
certainofthespells,theyweredependententirelyuponCorsalus!
WhatifCorsalus’snervebroke?Whatifhismemoryfailedatacriticalmoment?Atthe
momentwhenhemustutterthekeywords,theonlywordsthatwouldbothbindthecreature
tothemandprotectthemfromitswrath?Theshieldtheyhaderectedcouldnotstandfor
long.
TheicycolddominatingtheroomseemedtoformalumpinFiran’sbelly.Thenhis
innernatureseizedcontrol,steelinghisnerve.Hehadneverhadaccesstothebooksstackedon
thetable,buthehadstudiedotherslonganddiligently.Andhehadhisinborngiftsforsorcery,
andanabilitytoconcentrateonanobjectorathoughttotheexclusionofallelse.Thatwas
enough,surely,toovercomeanycatastrophe,shouldCorsalusfalter.
Andthenitwastime.
Theycouldfeelthecreatureapproaching.
Corsalus,rigidwithtension,spokethefinalincantations.Forminutes,theshadowsthat
hadhoveredintheraftershadthickenedandswirled,andnowtheyweredescending,cloaking
thelightfromtheflickeringcandles,halfobscuringtheopening.Andthechillhadgrown
moreintense,withCorsalus’sbreathnowgivingvisiblebodytothewordsthatflowedfromhis
lips.
Firanstiffenedasagreatrippingsoundfilledtheroom,asifearthandskywererentby
monstrous,cataclysmictalons.Thehutshook,almostthrowingthethreeyouthstothe
blood-smearedfloor.
Acrossthecircle,Irik,hiseyesbrightwithterror,bravelystoodfast,somehow
maintaininghisbalanceagainsttheupheaval.
Andthen…
Itappeared.
Writhingliketheshadowysmokethatsurroundedit,itformedabovetheopeninginto
nothingness,hovering.Therewasnosolidform,onlyashimmeringdarkaura,an
overwhelmingstenchofpuremalevolence.
Corsalusshoutedfrantically,spittingmagicalwordslikethearrowsofamasterarcherin
full-battle,rapid-firestance.
Thealienthingprobed,thrustingagainstthetranslucentwallofdistortiontheyhad
woventocontainit.Eventhroughthewall,Firanfeltitsawesomepowerpulsingasitpushed
hardagainsthisbreast,asstrongasaphysicaltouch,leadenwiththebiteofkillingcold.
Abruptlysomeonewasscreaming.
No,t hreesomeones.Thevoicesofthreeboys,unitedinhelplessfear.
“Toostrong,toostrong!”Corsaluswasshrieking.“Icannotholdit!Thewordsarenot
right;theyarenotenough!”
ThenightmareFiranhaddreadedhadcometrue.Theyhadpiercedtheveil,
summoningandabominationtheyhad,intheirarrogance,thoughttheycouldcontrol,and
nowtheonlyoneofthemwhohadstudiedthewordsofpowerthatcouldholdandbindthis
monsterthatpressedagainstthemthroughtheweakeningprotectiveshell,thismonsterthat
burnedwithanunquenchablehungerforlivingflesh…
Searchinghismemoryforanyprotectivespelltobuttresstheonethatwasfailing,Firan,
inhisdesperation,managedtodredgeupwhatseemedlikeamiracle.Screamingthewords,
flinginghishandshigh,hegesturedwildly.
Thepressureagainsthischesteasedfractionally,thenwithdrewaman’space.The
movementwithintheseethingthingbecameviolent,resemblingthemindlessrageofa
maddenedbeast.
Itlunged,striking.
Andwasgone.
Smokevanished,asdidtheominousshadows.Thecandleflamesflutteredwildly,
dancinginablastofunnaturalwind,throughnoairstirredwithinthehut.
Slowlytheflamessteadied,andtheworldonceagaincameintofocus.Corsalusstood
wherehehadatthestart,asdidFiran.Hecouldscarcelybelievetheywerealive.
Limpwithrelief,FiranturnedtoIrik.
Foramoment,itseemedthatallwaswell.Irikhadstoodhisground,ashehadpromised
hewould.Theboysmiledthroughhislingeringterror,aquestioninhiseyes.
ButevenasFiranwelcomedthesightoftheboy,hesawsomethingelse.Irikhadbeen
envelopedbytheprotectivewallofgraydistortion!Somehowhehadbeenpulledinside!
Andsomethingnotoftheirworld,somethingthatsentanicyjoltofterrorthrough
Firan’sentirebody,hadappeared!Ashadow,thickerandmoremalignantthantheonesthat
hadhoveredintherafteresfromthestartoftheirefforts,wasformingaroundtheboy,cloaking
himfromheadtofoot.
Andasitformed,tendrilsofevendeepershadowformedandswirledinwardtotouch
theboy.
Andtheshadow,forjustamoment,tookonaface,ademonicfaceofpureevil.
Andthenitbegantofade,butnotbecauseitwasdeparting.Instead,Firanrealizedwith
newhorror,itwasseeping,slowlybutinexorably,intotheboy.
“Firan?”Irik’svoicetrembled.Theterrorthathadbeguntofadewasreturning,andthe
soundofhisvoicewasasdistortedasthelightthatemergedfromwithintheprotectiveshell.
“It’sallright,littlebrother,”Firanmanagedtosay,knowingthathelied.
Withoutwarning,theboy’smusclesspasmed,andhedroppedintoabestialcrouch,a
startledcryeruptingfromhisthroatatthesudden,involuntarymovement.Firangaspedasthe
boy’sskin,onceaspureastheyoungestchild’s,tookonthegrayishhueofashes.Hishair,
tousledgoldenblond,coarsenedandstiffenedbutretainedthetousledform.Hisfingers
remainedfingersbutcrookedunnaturally,asifwhateverwastryingtocontrolthemweremore
accustomedtotalons.
Andtheeyes…
Firan’sstomachseemedtocongealintocoldlead.Theeyes,oncethesoftestblue,were
bloodshotred,andyet…
Andyet,itwasIrikwhopeeredoutofthem,terrified,hiswhimperbecomingmore
gutturalwitheachpassingmoment.Theboytriedtostraightenhiscrouchingbody,triedto
reachouttoFiran,butthecreaturewithinwasalreadytoopowerful.
“No!”Firanroared,rushingtowardIrik,butCorsaluswassuddenlybetweenthem,
seizingFiranandholdinghimfast.
Ashehadn
otheldthesummonedoneback!
Cursing,FiranlungedforCorsalus’sthroat.“Thisisyourdoing!Y
ourdoing!Ifyouhad
notfailed--”
“Firan!Helpme!”
Ahoarseparodyofthechild’svoicepenetratedFiran’srage,andtherageshatteredinto
griefandhorror,almostdrivingCorsalusoutofhismind.
TheNyrondese,tallerandheavier,pinnedFiran’sarmsandshookhimbodily,shouting
directlyintohisface.“Itwasnotmyfaultalone,Zal’honan!B
otho fusfailed.Doyounotyet
understandyourownerror?”HeshookFiranharder,emphasizingtheaccusationswithbrute
strength.
Stunnedbythephysicalonslaught,Firanprotested,“Imadenoerror!EverysyllableI
utteredwaspreciseandtrue!”
Corsalus’sexpressionwascoldwithcontempt.“Morethanwordsarerequired!Have
younotrealizedthatsimpletruth?Yourthoughtsmustbeevenmorerigorouslycontrolled
thanyourtongue,fortheyaretheykey!Thespokenwordsarenomorethanameansof
focusingthosethoughts,thoseimagesthatrealizethepowerswesummonup.”
“Butmythoughtswere--”
“Yourthoughtsweremuddledandimprecise!Ihearditinthewordsyouspoke.The
syllablesmayhavebeenaspreciseandtrueasyouclaim,buttheirf eel,theirintonationswere
terriblywrong.Imayhavefailedtorestrainthecreature,butitisyouwhoturneditawayfrom
yourselfanddirectedittoyourbrother.Itisyouwhocondemnedhimtoalivinghell.”
CorsalusreleasedhissteelygriponFiranandsteppedbackapace.“Themighty
sorcerer,vauntedmiddlesonofEarlZal’honan,”theNyrondesesaid,sneeringangrily.
“Arrogantfool!Insteadofbanishingthecreature,yourthoughtswereonlyofsavingyourself,
andwiththosethoughts,youmadeitpossessnotyoubutsomeone--anyone--else!”
Firanblanched,whilebehindhimthethingthathadbeenIrikwhimperedpiteously,
gutturally.
“Soyousee,”Corsaluspressedonmercilessly,“y ouareatleastasmuchtoblamefor
whathappenedhereasI.”
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246CY(Continued)
Firanmoanedandsanktohiskneesastruthsettledoverhim.Corsaluswasright.He
knew--hadrealizedalmostfromthemomenthehadfirstdabbledinspells--thattheexternal
aspectswereonlythat:aspects.
Wordsandgesturesandparaphernaliawerenotthewhole.Tocontrolsuchforces
effectively,one’stotalbeinghadtoactinconcert.Nomatterwhatthetonguespewedout,if
themindspokedifferently,theresultcouldonlybedisaster.
Andthatwas,Firanrealizedwithawaveofself-loathing,preciselywhathehaddone!
Histongueshoutedimperiously,“Begone!Returntothenetherworldfromwhichwe
summonedyou!”
Buthismindhadbeenscreamingevenmoreloudly,S aveme!Sendthishorrortopreyon
another!H
isterror-filledthoughtshadbeenonlyofsavinghimself,nomatterthecost!
Thatcostnowcrouched,whimperingandterrifiedonthefloorbehindhim.
Coward!H
ismindscreamedathim.
“Helpme!”Firancried,graspingatCorsalus’sarms.“Helpmybrother!”
AndCorsalustried.
First,togetherwithatremblingFiran,theNyrondesestrengthenedtheshimmeringwall
ofdistortion,thebarrierthatwouldcontainthecreature.
Fornow.
Thebarrierwouldholduntilthecreaturefullyadaptedtothisalienworlditfounditself
inandregainedthestrengthithadtemporarilylost.
BywhichtimeitsgriponIrikwouldbetotalandirreversible.
Butneitherofthempossessedeithertheknowledgeorthepowertobreakthecreature’s
holdontheboy.NordidtheirfranticsearchthroughCorsalus’sjealouslyguardedtomesyield
hope.
AndallthewhileIrik’swhimpers,growingmoregutturalbytheminute,werelike
daggerstoFiran’sheart.Hisintermittentpleastotheboytoresist,tofightthecreature’s
inexorablystrengtheninggrasp,onlyexacerbatedtheself-loathingthathadheldhiminitsgrip
sincehehadrealizedhisownweaknesswasresponsibleforhisbrother’splight.
“Quantarius!”Firanexclaimedsuddenly,wonderingwhythenamewasonlynow
enteringhismind.“WemustfetchQuantarius!IfanypersoncansaveIrik,itishe!”
Thenamewasatalisman,imbuinghimwithsuddenhope.
ButCorsalus’sreactionwasverydifferent.Eyeswide,theNydrondeseblurted,“No!”
“Whynot?”Firandemanded,scowling.“Didyounotseektobecomehisapprentice?”
TheNyrondeseshookhishead.“Thatislongpast.Ifyouwishtofetchhim,fetchhim
yourself!”
“Iwould,gladly,ifIwereable!Butyouhavetoldmeoftenenoughthathesurrounds
hisestatewithspellswhenhedoesnotwishtobedisturbed,asIsuspecthewillnotinthe
middleofthenight!Andyouhaveboastedoftenenoughthatyouwereabletobypassthose
spellsandgainhisattentionatanyhour!”
“Thatisallitwas--boasting!”Corsalussaid,backingaway.“Therearenospells…”He
brokeoff,shakinghisheadagain.“Thereisnotime!Ifanythingistobedonetosaveyour
brother,wemustdoitourselves!Now!”
“Andfurthercompoundourmistakes?No!YouwillcomewithmetoQuantarius!
Now!”
“Icannot!Iwilln
ot!”
Firanstaredathimindisbelief,butthenherealizedthetruth.“Youstillhavehopesof
becominghisapprentice!:hesaid,hisfurygivinghimstrength.“Butifhelearnshowyou
bungledthisaffair,eventhoseill-foundedhopeswillbegone!Youwouldsacrificemybrother
foryourownfeeble--”
“No!”Corsalusblurted,buthisexpressionshowedhelied.“Itisjustthatifwetaketime
tofetchQuantarius,thatthingmaybecomestrongenoughtobreakfreeinourabsence.Itmay
breakfreeevenif--”
HebrokeoffasthethingthathadbeenIriklungedatthewallofdistortionbutfell
back,panting.Itwasnotyetstrongenoughtobreakfree,Firanrealized,butsoon…
Hedecided.
IfCorsalus’searlierboastsweretrue--andhedarednottakethechancetheywere
not--heneededCorsaluswithhim!AndhehadnotimetotrytoconvinceCorsalusbynormal
means,evenifthatwerepossible.
Hehadnochoice.
Ag eas.
Firanhadpracticedthispowerfulenchantmentbuthadneverbeforehadthecourageto
useitonanotherhuman.Hehadbeentemptedmanytimeswhenhisfatherwasbeingmore
obstinatethanusual,buthehadalwaysheldback,forevenifitworked,itwasnotpermanent.
Andunliketheminorillusionshehadoftencreated,thevictimwouldbefullyawareofthe
spellandwhatwasbeingdonetohim.
Andhewouldremember.
Butnowsuchconsiderationsweretrivialinthefaceofhisbrother’splight.Itmattered
notwhatCorsalusknewnor,onceFiran’sobjectivewasachieved,whatherememberedordid
not.
Speakingrapidly,FiranfocusedhisthoughtsonCorsalusandCorsalusalone.
Hearingthewords,theNyrondesespuntofacetheboy,butinmidstephefroze,his
eyeswideningindisbeliefandshock.
“What--”hebegan,buthiswordswerecutoffasthespell-inducedparalysisreachedits
peak.TheNyrondesecouldhavebeenastatuesaveforhiseyes,whichapprehensivelyfollowed
Firan’severymovement.
“Please!Releaseme!”Corsalusmanagedtograteoutbetweenclenchedteeth.“Ididnot
meanwhatIsaidearlier!”
Withasharpwave,Firancreatedaninvisiblegag,chokingoffthelyingbabble.Unable
tospeakatallnow,Corsalusgruntedlikeananimal.Oncethetwohadbeenfriends,colleagues
intheirpursuitofmagic,butnow…
“Putthebooksinthatbagandhandittome,”Firancommandedhisone-timetutor.
Movinglikealooselystrungpuppet,Corsalusobeyed.
“Verygood.WewilltakethesetoQuantarius.Hemayfindthemusefulinthisnight’s
work.Now,come!”
Firanloosenedtheunseengag.“Releasetheshieldfromyourdoorandwewillbeon
ourway.”
“WecannotgotoQuantarius!”Corsaluspleaded.“Hisestateiswithinabowshotof
yourfather’s!AndI--we--havetobeoutofyourfather’sreachbeforehediscovers--”
“Fool!”Firansnapped,tighteningthegagviciously,leavingtheolderboygaspingfor
breath.
Releasingtheshieldhimself,hepropelledCorsalusbeforehimintothefilthy,narrow
street.Theshieldrestoredamomentlater,hepausedtocompletethegeas,embeddingthe
instructions--thecompulsions--deepinhiscompanion’smind.
Corsalus’seyespleadedwithFiranintheneardarkness,butFiranonlygesturedhim
intomotion.
“Youwoulddowelltoceaseyourfoolishresistanceandmoveasquicklyaspossible,my
Nyrondesefriend,”FiransaidasCorsaluslurchedforward.“WhetherIrikissavedornot,your
fate,ifyouarecaughtwithinKnurl,isaforegoneconclusion.Iwillseetothat!Theonly
uncertaintyisinhowlongmyfather’storturerwillbeabletokeepyoualive.”
Corsaluspaled,butafteramoment,thelurchingdisappearedfromhisstrideandhe
begantorun,racingthroughthenarrowstreetsandshadowylanesatarecklesspace.Firan’s
shorterlegswerehardpressedtokeepup,buturgencylentthemstrength.Italsoseemedto
enhancehisunpolishedskillsashecastconcealingillusionswithaspeedandprecisionhehad
neverbeforepossessed,givingpassingpatrolsnotsomuchasaglimpseofthem.Eventhe
mage-lightsheconjureduptoguidetheirracingfeetovertreacherouspavementsandstairways
wereastrueandsteadyasiftheyhadbeencalledupinleisurefromthesafetyofhisownroom.
Theyreachedthecity’smorewholesomeregionsandwentonintothoseinhabitedby
Knurl’sprominentgentry.Despitetheirheadlongpace,itseemedthathalfthenightmusthave
passedbythetimeCorsaluslurchedtoahaltinfrontoftheplainoakengatesoftheMaster
Sorcerer’sestate.
Firanloosenedthegag.“Dowhatyoumusttopenetratethespells!”hedemanded
harshly.
“Therearenospells!”theNyrondesewailed.
Scowling,Firanyankedhardontheporter’sbell.
Thegateswungopen,untended.
AndwithasharpglanceatCorsalus,Firansteppedthrough.Therewasnoresistance,
andthesorcerer’shome,threestoriesofwhitenessthatglimmeredinthemoonlight,stood
beforehim.HegesturedCorsalustoprecedehimalongthewidewalkwaytothesorcerer’s
frontdoor.
Theywerebarelyadozenfeetwithinthegatewhenthedoorswungwideandapale
lightspilledoutacrossasymbol-ladenterrace.Despitetheurgencythatgrippedhim,Firan
stoppedshort.Corsaluslurchedtoastopaswell.
Amomentlater,Quantariushimself,accompaniedbyapairofbleary-eyedservants,
appearedinthedoorwayandstrodeouttomeetthem.Firanwasmomentarilytakenabackby
theappearanceofthesquat,muscular,red-beardedsorcerer,cladinaplainbrownrobe
cinchedlooselyatthewaist.Theyouthknewthemasterbyreputation,buthadseenhimfew
timespreviously,andthenonlyfromadistance.Onsuchoccasions,inmoreformaldress,he
hadseemedtallerandmoreregal.Approachingacrosstheterrace,helookedlikeastocky
middle-agedcraftsman,andnotremotelyregalexceptperhapsinhisfullyerectbearingand
directgaze.AtiredsmilecrossedhisfaceashiseyesfelluponCorsalus.
“Well,myyoungsupplicant,”themastersaidwithasighashestoppedbarelyayard
fromtheolderboy,“whattroublebringsyoutomydoorstept histime?”
AbruptlyCorsaluswheeledandfledthroughthegateandintothedarkness,running
likeafrighteneddeer.Firanraisedhisarmstohurlanarrestingspell,butrough,powerful
handscaughthiswrists.“Lethimgo,”Quantariussaid,“Thegeasthatbroughthimherewith
youathissideisatanend,isitnot?”
Startledthatthenatureofthatspellhadbeeninstantlyapparenttotheman,Firan
stammered,“Y-Yes.Onceyourdoorwasopenedtome,hewasfreetogo.”
“Andyouare…?”
“FiranZal’honan,Master,”hesaidquickly,suppressingthetwingeofdisappointment
thathehadnotbeenrecognizedaseasilyasthespellhehadcast.“AndIamindesperateneedof
yourskills.”
“Thetiredsmilereturnedtothiswizard’srough-hewnface.“Ah.Themiddlesonofthe
onewhowould,ifhehadthepower,eradicatemykindfromalltheworld.Igatherfromyour
performancewiththeunfortunateCorsalusthatyoudifferinthatrespectfromyourfather.”
“Myfatherisafool!”Firanflared,butthewizardraisedacalminghand.
“Bethatasitmay,whatisitthatyourequire?Andisitconnectedwiththevolumesyou
carry?”QuantariusindicatedthebagFiranstillclutchedathisside.
Theboy’seyeswidened.Quantariuscansmellmagicthewayotherscansmellanewly
bakedpastry,hethought.Hehadhearditoftenbutwasstillstartledtoseeitdemonstratedso
plainly,firstwiththewaninggeasandnowthis.
“Itis,”hesaid.“TheybelongtoCorsalus,andweusedacertainspellthereintoperform
aGrandSummoning,but--”
“Isuspectedasmuch,”Quantariusinterrupted,alltracesofthesmilegonefromhis
features.“Itwasdoubtlessperformedineptly,forIfeltthereverberationsthataccompaniedthe
openingofthewayevenhereandwonderedattheirsource.Andnowyoufindyoucanneither
controlnorbanishthatwhichyousummoned?Isthatthebasisofyourneed?”
Firangaped,thenflushedinshame.“Itis,”headmitted,“andworse.Thethingwe
summonedhastakenpossessionofIrik,myyoungerbrother.Itishideous,whatheis
becoming,andwemust--”
“Youinvolvedachildinyourfoolishness?”Thewizardshookhisheadsharply,asif
erasingthethought,andturnedtotheservantswhoaccompaniedhim.“Wehavenotimeto
waste.Putmybestteaminharnessandbringthecarriagehereimmediately!”
Allsleepgonefromtheireyes,thetwoservantracedaway.Quantariusturnedbackto
Firanandheldouthishandwordlessly.Swallowing,Firanprofferedthebaghehadbeen
clutching.
Thewizarddidnotlookinside.“Iwillstudytheseaswego,”hesaid.“Wheredoesyour
brotherawaitus?”
“InCorsalus’shome.Icandirectyou.”
“Thereisnoneed.Iknowtheway,”Quantariussaid,shakinghishead,thenturning
andstridingbackacrossthesymbol-ladenterrace.Thedoorclosedbehindhim,silentand
untended,andFiranwasalone.
Ashewaited,pacingnervously,hisstomachchurned.Iftheywerenotintime,if
Quantarius,despitehisobviouspowers,couldnotsaveIrik,iftheirfather…
No!Hecouldnotsuccumbtohisfears!Ifhisbrotherweretohaveachancetoliveout
thenight,hemustretainhiswits,mustdoeverythinginhispowertoassistQuantarius,evenif
thatwerelimitedtokeepingoutofthesorcerer’swayasheworkedhissavingmagic.
Somewherebeyondthehouse,ahorsewhinnied,andmomentslaterasecond,wider
gateopenedinthestonefenceatthefootofacarriagepath.Thecarriageitselfappearedthen,
soquicklythatFiranwonderedifeventheharnessingandotherpreparationswerehandled
herebyotherthannormalphysicalmeans.Firanracedacrossthegrasstothedriveasthe
carriagedoor,embossedingoldwiththewizard’screst,openedevenbeforethepolished
conveyancecametoastop.
“Inhere,”Quantariussaidsharply.Theplainbrownmonk’srobehadbeenreplacedby
arobeofgray,afewdiscreetsymbolsofpoweronthechestandback,bootsvisiblebelowits
hem.
AsFiranclamberedintothemage-litinterior,hesawthatmostofCorsalus’sancient
textswerestackedontheseatoppositethewizard,whileonelayopeninhishands.
“Thesummoningspell--”Firanbegan,butQuantariuscuthimoff,gesturingforhimto
sitnexttothestackoftexts.
“--isofnointeresttomeatthemoment,Zal’honan.Thecreatureis,afterall,already
here.Onlyyoursilencewillbeofusetomenow.”
Chastenedonceagain,Firanhalffellintotheseatasthedriversnappedthereinsand
urgedtheanimalsforwardintothedarkenedstreet.
Afteronlyafewseconds,thecarriagerockingasitroundedacorner,Quantariusclosed
thevolumehehadseemedtobeengrossedinandlaiditaside,scowling.Quicklyhepicked
anotherfromthemiddleofthestackontheseatnexttoFiran,butinsteadofopeningit,he
helditscrackedleathercoverclosetohisface,hiseyesclosed.Themage-lightthatfilledthe
carriageinteriordimmedas,afteramoment,Quantariusinhaleddeeply,andthemurmured
wordsofanincantationeasedfromhislips.
Firansattransfixedasherealizedwhatthesorcererwasdoing.Hewasbreathinginthe
veryessenceofthespellstheancientvolumecontained,searchingoutthosethatwouldbeof
value.Evennow,Firan,withhisbrother’sverylifeatstake,burnedwithenvyatthisdisplay.He
hadheardthatsuchabilitiesexisted,buthehadnevertrulybelievedit.
Finallythescowlthathadhardenedthesorcerer’sruggedfeaturessoftened,andhe
noddedminutely,thefaintestofsatisfiedsmilestouchinghislips.Openinghiseyes,heopened
thevolume,histouchasfamiliarasifhehadhandledtheancientpagesathousandtimes.The
mage-lightbrightenedandilluminatedthecarriageinteriorasifitweredaylight.Forseveral
minutes,hiseyesdevouredtheancientcrabbedprint.
Finally,henoddedminutelyoncemore,closedthevolume,andlaiditontopofthe
first.HiseyesturnedtoFiran,whoseheartwassuddenlyracing.
“So,lad,youwanttolearn?”Hepaused,hisgazebecomingintense.“Icorrectmyself:
Youm
ustlearn.Thirstformagicalknowledgeisanaurasurroundingyou.Iforeseethat
unquenchabledesireasacornerstoneofallyourfutureskills.Itwillguideyourdestiny,for
goodorill.”
“Wouldyouteachme,Master?”Firanblurtedandthen,whenQuantarius’sfeaturesdid
notimmediatelywrinkleinscorn,stumbledon.“IfIlearnednaughtelsefromallofthis,itis
howmuchIdonotknow,andnotknowingisagonyalmostasgreatasknowingthatImayhave
beenresponsibleformybrother’sdeaththisnight!”
Insteadofhardeninginscorn,thesorcerer’sexpressionsoftenedonceagain.“Yes,I
imagineitis,”hesaidquietly,“foroneofyourgifts.Butbeforewecandiscussan
apprenticeship,therearethecurrentproblemstosurmount.Howmuchtimedowehave
beforeyourfatherisuponus?”
“Untilwellafterdaybreak,certainly,”Firansaid,suddenpridefillinghischest.“Hewill
notevenseethatIrikandIarenotinourbedsuntilthen.”
“Anothergeas,lad?”
“No!Iwouldnotdare,notonmyfather!”
“Lesserenchantments,then,toaverthiseyesfromyourbed?Toseefromthecornerof
hiseyethatyouwishhimtosee?Tobelievethatthesoundsofyourleavingwerebutthe
productofadream?Andwhatoftheservants?Didyouenchantthemaswell?”
Firannodded.“Allthatmightventureintoourrooms.”
“Letushopeyoucastthoseminorenchantmentswithgreatercarethanyouand
Corsalusexercisedinattemptingamajorone.Tellme,whatwilltheearldowhenhefindsyou
absent?Willhesimplyawaityourreturnandadministerpunishment?Orwillhesendhis
patrolstosearchyouout?”
Firanswallowed,nervousunderthesorcerer’sgaze.“Ifearhewillsendouthispatrols
whenhefindsIrikmissingaswell.”
“Anddoesheknowwheretosendthem?DoesheknowofyourlikingforCorsalus?”
“Heknewofitinthepast,butheforbademetoseehimagain--forbademetoconsort
witha nyNyrondese.HehasnoreasontosuspectIwoulddosothisnight.”
Quantariusshookhisheadtiredly.“Noreasonotherthanyouwillfuldisobediencein
othermatters.Andwhatwillhedoifhefindsyourbrotherandseeswhatyourill-considered
actionshavedonetohim?Willheallowmetoattempttosavethechild?”
“Notifheisabletopreventit!Hewillinsistthatpriest,andonlypriests,treatmy
brother!”
Thesorcerer’sfaceclouded.“Priestshavetheirrightfulsphere,buttheyknownothing
ofthisobscenityyouhavecalledup!Iftheylayhandsuponyourbrother,heisofacertainty
doomed!”
Reachingup,herappedsharplyontheroofofthecarriage.Aninstantlater,therewasa
snappingofthereins,andthealreadybreakneckspeedofthecarriageasitcareenedoverthe
cobblestonesbecameevengreater.
Firanfellsilent,hiseyesrivetedontheshadowybuildingsastheyflashedby.Nowand
thenastartledpatrolhastilyclearedtheway.
Andthen,almostbeforeitseemedpossible,thecarriagewaslurchingtoastopinthe
rutteddirtstreetbeforeCorsalus’shovel.
Withoutaword,Quantariusleapedtothegroundandbrushedasidethespellsealing
thedoorasthoughitwerecobwebs,thenmarchedinside,Firananxiouslyonhisheels.The
sorcerertookinthesceneataglanceandgrimaced,murmuringanincantationthatthickened
thefailinggraywallofdistortionthatstillsurroundedthecreaturethathadoncebeenIrik
Zal’honan.Itlookedupandsnarled,clawingattheshield,andQuantariouscalmeditwitha
gesture.
AsQuantariuscircledthegrotesqueform,studyingitfromallsides,Firankneltonthe
floorjustbeyondthesafetyoftheshiftinggray,resistingtheimpulsetoreachthroughand
stroketheforehead,alreadymarkedwithapatternofemergingscales.“Bebrave,littlebrother,”
hesaidsoftly.“IhavebroughtMasterQuantarius.Hecansurelyremovethisdreadfulcurse.”
Theonlyresponsewasabubblingnoise,thesoundadrowningreptilemightmake.The
eyes,though,werestillthoseofaterrifiedtwelve-year-old.AsthoseeyesmetFiran’s,the
youngerboy’slipsparted,revealingthebeginningsofyellowingfangs,andsoundsemerged.
Notasnarlthistime,norareptilianbubbling,butagutturalattemptatwords.“Idid
notmeantofailyou,”theysaid,atleasttoFiran’sguilt-riddenmind.
“Itwasnotyourfailurebutmine!”Firancriedthroughasuddenlyconstrictedthroat.“I
broughtthisuponyou!Youstoodyourgroundasyouwerecommanded.”
“Silence!”Quantariussnapped.“Suchutterancesareofnoaidtoyourbrotherorto
anyone!Ouronlyhopeistotransportyourbrothertomysanctum,wheremyspellshavegreat
power.Andwhereyourfatherwillnotimmediatelycometosearchandinterfere.”
“Butifyoutakehimfromwithintheshield--”
“Withyourhelp,thethingcanbecontainedforthebrieftimethetransportwilltake.
Butyoumustguaranteethatyouwillobeymyeverycommandwithouthesitationandwithall
yourheart.Ifyoufail,itcouldmeannotonlyyourbrother’slifebutoursaswell.”
“IwilldoanythingtoundowhatIhavedone!”
“Verywell.”Thesorcererpointed.“Standthere,justtouchingtheshield.Andstand
silently!MakenotasoundwhileI--”
Withoutwarning,thedoorofthehutsmashedopen,almostknockedfromitshinges.
Aninstantlater,ahordeofuniformedguardsmenpouredintothecrampedroom,Firan’s
fatherattheirhead.
Quantariushadbeenright,Firanrealizedinhorror!Theenchantmentstoconcealtheir
absencemusthavefailedthemomentheandIrikdeparted!
“Blasphemer!Stealerofmysons!”TuralitanZal’honanthundered,crashinginto
Quantarius,dealingthemasterablowthatsentthesorcerersprawling.ToFiran’shorror,
Quantarius’sheadstrucktheedgeoftheroughwoodentablethathadbeenshovedagainstthe
walltomakeroomforthesummoning.Withamutedcry,thewizardcollapsedtothefloorand
layasifdead,atrickleofbloodspreadingacrossthefloorfromhishead.
“Father!”Firanscreamed.“Youmustnotinterfere!”
“WhereisIrik?”theearldemanded,hisvoicestentorianintheconfinesofthetiny
room.“Wherehaveyouandyourblasphemingfriendstakenyourbrother?”
“Heisthere!”Firanshoutedback,pointingatthethingthatstillcrouchedbeyondthe
shiftingwallofgray.Itsfacewasbarelyaface,coveredwithscalesshadingnowfromashto
black.Itsbulgingtorsohadalreadyrippedtheboy’stunic,whichnowhunginunrecognizable
rags.“AndQuantariusistheonlyoneinthislandwhocansavehim!”
“Donotplaymeforafool!”theearlshouted,barelyglancingatthecreaturehissonhad
become.“Whateveritis,mymenwillmakeshortworkofit.Now,beforeIburnthishovelto
theground,tellmewhere--”
Withagutturalsnarl,thethingplungedagainsttheshieldandfellback.
Butasitdid,Firannotedwithhorrorthatthegraywaslighter,closertotransparency
thanithadbeenwhentheyhadenteredandQuantariushadstrengthenedit.AndIrik…
Thechangewasaccelerating!AlreadythecreaturewasFiran’ssize,andthescalesthat
nowfullycovereditssnouted,bestialfacewereglisteningblack.Thefingers,merelybenttothe
shapeoftalonsbefore,nowweretippedwithneedle-sharpclaws.
Firan’seyesdartedtoQuantarius,whomoanedbutdidnotawaken.Withthesorcerer
unconscious,thespellshehadrenewedwerefailing!
Theearlgesturedtohismen,andtheyreluctantlyringedthestill-snarlingcreature.
“No,Father!”Firanpleaded,thenturnedanddroppedtohiskneesnexttoQuantarius.
Graspingthesorcerer’sshoulders,heshookhimviolently.“Awake!”heshouted.“Awake!”
Thesorcererstirred,butevenashedid,theshieldseemedtovanishcompletely.
Swordsdrawn,theearl’smenadvancedonthecreature,butamomentlater,asifcaught
inasuddenmaelstrom,theirbodieswerewhirledandtwistedandsentcrashingagainstthe
walls,bleedingandbroken,oneimpaledonhisownsword.
Andstillthechangeaccelerated!Thesizeofagrownmanwhentheearl’sguardshad
drawntheirswords,itwasnownearlytwicethat,theremnantsofIrik’sclothesfallingfromits
blackened,scalybodyinshreds!Andtheface--itheldnowthedemonicfeaturesFiranhad
glimpsedwhenthewayhadfirstbeenopened.
Onlyintheeyes...onlyinthedepthsoftheeyesdidatraceofIrikremain.
Andnowitadvancedontheearl,whobackedawayslowly,hisbladeheldbeforehim.
“Whati sthisabomination?”heasked,hisvoiceshaking.
Acrimson-robedpriestappearedinthedoorbutcouldonlygapeandstaggerbackward
outofview.
Theearljabbedwithhissword,butitwaseasilyturnedaside.
“Irik!”Firancried.“Youcannotslayourfather!Youmustresist!UntilQuantarius
awakens,youmustresist!”
Thecreature’seyesshiftedtoFiranandthefallensorcerer,andithesitated.Itsnarled,its
fangsnowincheslong.Itslashedtheairwithitstalons.
Andtheearllunged,swinginghisbladewithdesperatestrength.
Foraninstant,itwasasiftimehadwoundtoasuddenstop,thebladeonlyinchesfrom
thecreature’sneck.Foranotherinstant,theeyeswerenotbloodshotredbutshimmeringblue
astheyturnedbacktowardtheearl.
Andthebladecontinuedonitsway,evenmorerapidly.
Itbitintothescalyflesh,almostwithoutslowing,asifinthegripofsomemagical
power,notthegripofamortal.
Thecreature’shead,itseyesstillashimmeringblue,spunandcrashedtothefloor,
spewingreddishblackbloodintheair.Thebodystoodforafullsecondbeforetoppling.
Theearlstaggeredbackwardagainstthewallamidsthisfallenguards,hisbloodysword
droppingtohisside.
Quantariuslurchedtohisfeet,hiseyesstilldazedbutclearing.Toolate,toolate!
TherippingsoundthathadnearlydeafenedFiranbarehoursbeforecameagain,and
theroomwasoncemoreicycold.Shadowsswirledintheair,obscuringFiran’svision.The
floorbeneaththecreaturerippledandfaded.Foramoment,theopeningwasonceagainbefore
him.
Andthecreaturevanished.
Andtheshadows.
Andtheicycold.
Theroughwoodenfloorwasonceagainwhole.
AndIrikhadreturned.
Innumbdisbelief,Firanbeheldaseaofblood,nowturnedred,andthefinalspasmsof
hisbrother’struebody,abandonedbythecreaturethathadsoughttopossessit.
Thehead,onceagainblondandtousle-haired,laywherethecreature’shadfallen.Its
lipsquivered,andasparkofawarenessfilledtheboy’sfast-dimmingeyes.
Awareness…
Andforgiveness?
Firan’sthroatconstrictedsotightlyhecouldnotbreathe.Darknessclutchedathis
senses,andtheroombegantospinaroundhim.
Thelastsoundheheardasthedarknessandsilenceclosedinwashisfather’sscreamof
rageshakingthewalls.
Nine
246CY(Continued)
Obeyingtheearl’sstrictorders,servantshadbeenmiserlywithfirewood,andthe
room’shearthcastbarelyenoughheattokeepthefrostfromthewalls.Butthecallous
punishmentfaileditspurpose.ThoughFiranhadrisenfromsickbedonlyyesterday,hebarely
feltthechill;resolvewarmedhisbody.Movingbriskly,hecrammedhissmallcollectionsof
booksintotravelingcases,cushioningvolumeswithwadded-upgarments.
“AspoorajobofpackingasIhaveeverseen.”Thewords,forcedpastamouthfulof
food,werebadlydistorted.RanaldZal’honan’sbulkyshapeoverflowedachair.Juicedripped
fromhislipsandplumpfingersastheearl’sfirstborndevouredameatpie.
“Adviceontidinessfromyou?”Firansaid,disgusted.
Hisolderbrotherignoredthegibe,continuingtoeatnoisily.“Icannotfathomwhyyou
areinsuchahurrytoleaveKnurl.Andyoujustrecoveredfrom...whatdidFather’schirurgeon
callit?”
“Thefoolcalleditapunishmentofthegods!”theyoungsorcerersaid,slammingcase
lidsandfasteningthemsecurely.“Asyouwellknow!”
“Ah,yes,Iremembernow.Yourpunishmentforcausingthedeathofourbeloved
brotherIrik.Amostmercifuljudgment,wouldyounotagree?Threedaysoffevered
unconsciousnessinpaymentforalifecutsotragicallyshort?”Mocksadnessdrippedfromthe
wordsasjuicesfromthemeatpiedrippedfromhislips.“Youandyoursorcerer
friend--Quantarius,Ibelieveheiscalled?--appeartometohavebeentreatedwithremarkable
forbearance,bothbythegodsandbyFather.”
“IwouldnotcountQuantarius’ssentenceofexile,withlessthanadaytoprepare,a
forbearant!”
“Itwasnotdeath,andthetimeallowedwasmorethanourbrotherwasallowed,”
Ranaldsaidblandly,lickinghisfingers.
Firancouldbarelyrestrainhimselffromslamminghisfistintohisbrother’sporcine
face.“ItwasnotQuantariuswhowasresponsibleforIrik’sdeath!”hesaid,hisvoicetightwith
theefforttokeepfromshouting.“I twasFatherhimself!Itwashisaction,h isrefusaltoallow
QuantariustopracticehiscraftthatwasresponsibleforIrik’sdeath!Andforthedeathsofsix
ofFather’spersonalguards!”
Ranaldsmiled,obviouslypleasedatthesuccessofhisquietgoading.“Evenifthatwere
true,itwasstillyourmisguidedattemptsatmagicthatputthepoorchildindangerinthefirst
place.Evenyoursorcererfriendagreedtothatbeforehedeparted.”
Firanbithislip,unabletoarguewiththisonebitoftruth,asRanald,theheirtoall
Zal’honanlandsandtitles,heavedhimselfoutofthechairandwaddledtoanearbytable.“You
havenottouchedthisniceluncheontheservitorsleft,”hechided.
“Eatityourself.Idonotwantit.”Theolderboyneedednofurtherinvitation.
Watchingthegluttonousdisplaythatensued,Firangrimacedandsaid,“Itseemseatingiswhat
youdobest,thatandtoadyingtoFather.”
Againtalkingthroughafood-stuffedmouth,Ranaldsaid,“IsimplydowhatFathertells
me.Itismucheasierthanarguingwithhim,athingyouneverlearned.”Hegulpeddown
chunksofbutter-drenchedbread.“Areyoucertainyouwantnoneofthis?Itisquitedelicious!
Cookhasoutdoneherself.”
Firanwavedasthoughshooingawayinsects.Ranaldshrugged.“Suityourself.Butyou
oughttoeatsomethingifyoumeantodepartfromKnurltoday,andyoustillsoweak.”Hedid
notnoticehisbrother’sangryglareattheuseofthatlastword.Ranaldwolfeddownmore
breadandsaid.“Theytellmeitissomedistanceto...wheredidyousayyouweregoing?”
“Eastfair,faroutofFather’sjurisdiction.”
“Butwhy…?Oh.Thatiswhereyourmiscreantwizardhasfoundrefuge?”
“Heisnomiscreant!”
Ranaldlaughed,hisbellyshaking.“Donotbesoquicktotakeoffense,mydearbrother.
Itisnotgoodforone’sconstitution.Inanyevent,whyareyousowedtotheideaoffollowing
himintoexile?Youneedonlytorenounceyourhereticalbeliefsandblasphemouspracticesand
Fatherwillwelcomeyoubackintoourfamilywithopenarms.”
“Youwouldnotunderstand!”Firangrated.“Itisamatterofhonor!Onedoesnot
renounceone’sbeliefsandprinciplesfortheconvenienceofawarmbed.Orawell-laden
table,”headded,grimacingathisbrother’scontinuinggluttony.
“Iunderstandquitewell,”Ranaldsaid,shrugging.“Betterthanastriplinglikeyou,I
suspect.Iunderstandthatprinciplesarenomatchforpower.AndIgovernmyselfaccordingly,
asIshallsomedaygovernthisland.Youwouldbewisetodothesame.”
“Sospeaksthewisdomoftheoverflowinglarder!”Firanjeered.
Ranaldsmiledagain,amorselofmeatvisiblebetweentwoteeth.“Thewisdomofafull
stomach...yes,indeed.Buttellme,sinceyouaresosetonthisfool’sjourney,doyouexpectthis
Quantariustowelcomeyouwithopenarms?”
“Hehasagreedtomakemehisapprentice,”Firansaid,atouchofprideovercominghis
angermomentarily.
“Hasheindeed?Andwasthisagreementmadebeforeoraftertherecentunpleasantness
betweenhimselfandFather?”
“Before,but--”
“Butheisamanofprincipleandhonor,likeyourself,”Ranaldsaid,“andwouldnever
gobackonhiswordoveranythingastrivialashavinghislifeandworkuprootedandbeingcast
outinasingleday.”
“Heisamanofhonorandhewillhonorhisword,”Firansaid,thoughadoubthad
suddenlyblossomedinhismind.Hehadnotseenthesorcerersincethatnight,andthe
promise,herealizedbelatedly,hadbeenapromisetodiscussanapprenticeship,notapromise
tobestowoneonhimwithoutquestion.
“DoIdetectanoteofuncertaintyinyoureyes?”Ranaldaskedafteramoment,then
noddedunderstandingly.“Perhapsyouwouldliketoreconsideryourprinciplesbeforeyoutake
thisaction.Remember,thoughyoucouldregainFather’sfavorbyrenouncingyour
blasphemiesnow,Idoubtthathewouldbesogenerousonceyouactuallytakethisjourneyand
shamehimbeforehissubjects.Ifyoursorcererfriendrejectsyouandyoureturnhere,Idoubt
thatathousandrenunciationsandpleasforforgivenesswouldsoftenFather’sheart.”
“EventhenIwouldnotreturnhere!”
“Thenyouwilllikelystarve.Unless…”RanaldeyedFiran’sbagssuspiciously.“Haveyou
beenintothefamilycoffers?”
“Iamtakingmymother-rightinheritance,”Firansnapped,“nothingmore!Iwill
survive.”
Firanflungopenthedoorofhissuiteandpickeduphiscases.“Stuffyourselftoyour
belly’scontent,Brother,onfeastsandbanquetsandhousesandlands.Iwantnothingfrom
Father.Nothing!”
Forthefirsttime,agenuineemotioncrossedRanald’sface:surprise.“Willyounoteven
bidhimfarewell?”
“Farewell?”Firanshookhisheadviolently.“Iwouldratherbidhimfaretotheblackest
pitsofthefarthestnetherworldandspendeternitythere!”Ashestormeddownthestairsand
outthemansion,Firan’sangercontinuedtospillforthinalitanythatcursedhisfatherwith
everybreath.
Atthestables,hewascarefultostableandpackonlytheanimalsduehimfromhis
mother’swill.Hehadalreadypaidandreleasedhisfewservantsfromanyobligationtohim,
wantingnocompanionship.Wellmounted,thoughminimallysupplied,herodeoutofKnurl.
Theebbingsun’sbitterwindsswepteastwardacrosstheFlintyHills,makingFiranglad
hehadwornhisbestfur-linedcape.Despitehisdiscomfort,theicyweatherseemedagood
omen,foritwashurryingtowardthecitywhereQuantariusnowresided.
ThatnighthecampedinavillageseveralleaguesfromtheTeesarValley.Heatepeasant
fareandsleptinadraftybarnandwasmorethansatisfied.Suchfoodandlodgingwere
humble,buttheysymbolizedfreedom.
Freedom!Henowhadthefreedomtostudywhateverhewished,todelveintoallthe
knowledgehisfathersofoolishlytriedtoban.
TheknowledgethatcouldhavesavedIrik!
Ashetraveledonward,snowblanketedtheland,andicefilmedpondsandstreams.The
windneverstoppedblowing.AndyetFiranwasmerry.Likeachildwithanewtoy--andthe
newfoundfreedomtoenjoyit!--hepracticedhisspellsasherodealong.Attimes,he
experimentedwithweathershields,givinghimselfandhisanimalsabitofrespitefromthe
wintryblasts.Thoughhewasnotskilledenoughtomakesuchspellslastlong,thebrief
successesheartenedhimallthesame.TheyprovedthattheshockofIrik’sdeathhadnotruined
hisabilitytoperformeffectivemagic.
ThemonthofFireseekhadbegunbeforehereachedhisdestination.Firandrewrein
andlethishorsestakeabreatherbeforedescendingthefinalhill.Hestoodinhisstirrups,
eagerlypeeringdownatQuantarius’snewhome.
EastfairlayattheheadoftheFlanmiRiver.Loadedbargeswereleavingthepiers,
breakingshoreiceandheadingforopenwater,thenheadingdownrivertoRauxes.Dockmen
readiedmoreboatsfordeparture.Thebusyscenebespokethecenterofrichandgrowingtrade.
Andsuchcommerceandrichesinturnbespokeaneedformanyservices,magicalas
wellasmundane.Thereweresurelynoblemenandmerchantsbythehundredsinneedof
spells,lovecharms,andenchantments--aidinremovingfoesandobstaclesfromtheirpaths,
helpinclimbingtheladderofpower.Hecouldfindnobetterplaceinwhichtolearnhistrade.
IfQuantariusdidnotrejecthim.
WhenFiranarrivedatthewizard’snewestablishment,smallerbyfarthanwhathehad
sohurriedlyvacatedbutstillspacious,hisknockwasansweredbyoneofthesameservantswho
hadgreetedhimthatnightinKnurl.Butthistimehiseyesweresharpandunforgiving,not
blearlywithinterruptedsleep.
“IamFiranZal--”
“Iknowyouwell,”themansaid,studyingtheyouthexpressionlessly,coldly.Finallyhe
noddedandmotionedFiraninside.
“Themasterisresting,”hesaid,histonestifflyaccusatory.“Hisinjuryhasnotyetfully
healed,andsufficientrestisessential.”
“Iwouldnotdisturb--”Firanbeganinapology,buttheothercuthimoff.
“Norwillyou.Iwillbringwordwhenhedesirestospeakwithyou.”
“Thenhisi sw
illingto--”
“Iwillbringwordi fhedesirestoseeyou,”theservantsaid,andFiranfoundhimself
aloneinadimlylitfronthall.
Seatinghimselfonahardoakbench,theonlyaccommodationinsightotherthanthe
floor,hewaited.
Andwaited.
Heheardsoundsoffurniturebeingmovedandtrunkssetdowninotherpartsofthe
dwelling.Evensomanydaysafterthegreatsorcerer’sarrivalfromKnurl,muchunpacking
mustremainbeforethenewresidencewasfullyhabitable.ToFiran,itwasareminder--asifone
wereneeded!--ofwhowasresponsibleforthewizard’sinjuryandallthedisruptionofthe
suddenmovetoanotherhome,anothercity:hisownfather.
HadRanaldbeenright?Wouldhebeturnedaway?Itwouldnotbefair,blaminghim
forhisfather’ssins,buthecouldunderstandhowQuantariusmightbeinclinedtodoso.
Andastheminutespassed,andthenthehours,themorelikelytheinclinationseemed.
Firan’shopeseroded,dejectionsettlingaroundhimlikeacloak.
Fulldarkhadlongsincefallenandhisstomachhadlongrumbledinhungerwhenthe
cold-eyedservantreturned.Firanstoodupabruptly,wonderingifhewasabouttobeordered
out.
“Followme,”theservantsaidcurtly.
Suddenreliefmadehimalmostweak-kneedastheservantledhimnottotheouterdoor
butinthedirectionfromwhichthesoundsofunpackinghadcomeuntilrecently.The
corridorswerenowemptiedofservants,however.Asleepintheirbeds,nodoubt,hethought,a
flashofirritationathislongwaitmomentarilyamelioratingthenervouschurninginhis
stomach.
Aftermoreturnsandcorridorsthanhewouldhaveexpectedpossibleinthisdwelling,
Firanwasshownintothemaster’ssuite.Themainroom,alibrary,obviouslyhadbeenamong
thefirstoccupiedbythenewlordoftheresidence;therewerenounpackedtrunkshere,and
theshelveswereingoodorder,linedwithneatlyarrangedbooks,whichFiraneyedgreedily
eveninthemidstofhisuneasiness.
Quantariussatinathronelikechair.Hesteepledhisforefingersandstaredacrossthem
asthoughheweresightingaweapon.“FiranZal’honan,”hesaid,makingthenameaflat
statementofidentity,holdingneitherwarmthnorenmity.“Whyareyouhere?Hasyourfather
exiledyoufromKnurlaswell?Hehadcause,certainenough.”
Thecommentcuttheboytothequick.Butkeenlyconsciousofwhathehadtogain--or
lose--hebithistongueandthoughtcarefullybeforehereplied.“Iwasnotexiled,Master.Ileft
ofmyownaccordtofollowyou.”
“Tobringmoredisasteruponmyhead?Willyourfatherfollowyouevenhere?”
Firanshookhisheadvigorously.“Hecouldnot!Eastfairisfarbeyondhisjurisdiction.”
“Butnotbeyondhisreach,Iwouldventure.Ifachildsuchasyourselfcanfindhisway
here,socanassassins.”
“Thatisnothisway!”hesaid,bristlingatbeingcalledachild.
“Ah!Soyouwoulddefendhishonor!Wasithonorablethatheslewhisson?”
“Hedidnotknow!Itriedtotellhim,but--”
“Heisignorant,then,buthonorable?”
“Yes,but--”
“Andyou...doyouconsideryourselfhonorable?”
“Ofcourse!”
“Andthereforetruthful?”
“Always!”
“Wasithonorableandtruthfulwhatyoudidthatnight?Attemptingtodeceiveyour
fatherwithenchantments?Lettinghimthinkyouwereabedwhenyouwereabroadinthe
night,consortingwithoneyourfatherhadforbiddenyoutosee?”
“Ihadnochoice!ItwastheonlywayI--”
“Theonlywayyoucouldparticipateinthatwhichyourfatherforbade?”
“Yes!Youofallmenmustunderstandmyreasons!”
“Iunderstandyourdisobedience,yourlies.”
Firanslumped,suddenlyrealizinghehadlost.“IstherenothingIcansay?”
“Onlythetruthwillserveyou,asitservesusall.”
“ButIhavetoldthetruth!”
“TheonlytruthIseeisthatyouwilldoa nythingt opracticethemagicalarts.”
“Iwill!”
“Willyouthendotheonethingthatisneededifyouaretobecomemyapprentice?Will
youhenceforthhonorthetruthandyourwordinallthings,notjustwhenitisconvenientbut
whenitisinconvenientaswell,evenintolerable?”
“Yes!ButhowcanIprovetoyou…”
ToFiran’ssurprise,Quantariussuddenlysmiled.“Youhavealreadybegunbydoing
whatyouhavedonetoday:Youhavedepartedyourfather’shousenotbystealthbutopenly,
knowingfullwelltheconsequences.”
Firan’sstomachseemedtoturnoverinhisbody.Couldhehaveheardaright?“What
moremustIdo?”
“Naughtfornow.Onthatunfortunatenight,youreadilydisplayedyourrawtalent,the
likeofwhichIhaverarelyencountered,andyoudisplayedaswellyourmanyfailings,
impatiencebeinghighamongthem.Today,however,youhaveshownyourselftohaveatleast
developedamodicumofpatience.”Thewizardsmiledagain.“Isuspectyounoticedthatthe
benchintheentryhallwasnotselectedforitscomfort.”
“Thatwasatest?”
Quantariuschuckledmomentarily,thensobered.“Alllifeisatest,Apprentice.Doyou
havethestomachforit?”
Firan’sheartleapedattheword:Apprentice.
Butthenitfell,asifsuddenlyturnedleaden.
Irik!
Ifnotforthatnight,thenightofhisbrother’sdeath,thistimewouldnothavecome.
Firan’sgoodfortunewasstructuredonhisbrother’sterribledeath.Thetwoeventswere
inextricablylinked!
“Youdowelltorealizethedebtyouoweyourbrother,”Quantariussaidsoftly,and
Firandidnotquestionhowthewizardknewhisthoughts.“Andyouwoulddowelltokeep
thatdebtfreshinyourmemory,forthetemptationswillbemanyonthepathyouhavechose,
thepitfallsdeadlytobothbodyandsoul.”
“Iwill!”theboyvowed,notknowingthedepthstowhichthatvowwouldleadhim.
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Dawn’sfirstfaintglowrevealedacloudlesssky,presagingahot,clearday.Firansighed
andappliedhimselftotheconjurynecessarytoconcealhisemployer’stroops.Inperfect
weatherlikethis,theprocesswastedious;itwasmucheasiertoconfusetheeyewhenthe
weatherwasovercastorthickwithrainandfog.Butnomatter.Quantariushadtaughthimto
workwithwhateverlayathand.
Soonthepreparationswerecomplete,andallthatremainedtoremovetheguardsmen
fromhumansightwastheturningofthefinalkey,theutteranceofthewordsthatwouldbring
thewaitingforcesintofullplay.Hewouldhavepreferrednottowaitbuttoturnthatkeynow,
fortherewereothermattersthatwoulddemandhisattentionwhenthebattlewasaboutto
begin.Quantarius,however,insistedthatifsuchspellswereleftinplaceoverlong,thosewho
wereunderthemwouldthemselvesbecomedisorientedandlosemuchoftheireffectiveness.
Firanhadseennoevidenceofsuchthings,buthewasnotinaposition,yet,tocontradictthe
master.
Pushingtheerrantthoughtofdisobediencefromhismind,heturnedtomoreurgent
matters.Hismortaleyesclosed,heanchoredhisearthboundbodysafelytothesoilandsetfree
hisSight.Asswiftasthought,andasfree,itsoaredabovetheforestedhillsnorthofEastfair.
Hislipscurledinaself-satisfiedsmileasthetargetofMerchantGlodreddi’sexpeditioncame
intoview.
Almostasclearlyasifhewerephysicallypresent,FiransawtheraidersfromBone
March,awell-armedbandofmercenaries,squattingaroundadyingcampfire.Onlytheir
sentrieswerefullyalert.Obviouslytheirleadersbelievedtheircampsecure.Theyhad,afterall,
engagedaconjureroftheirown.Firanregardedthelowlyhedgewizardscornfully.Theman
washiselderbydecadesyethadsetnotrapstofoiltheSightofpryingenemies.Hehadlaidon
afewspellsthatwouldraiseanalarmifphysicalintrudersapproached,butthatwasall.Such
ineptnessbeggedfordefeat.
“Sorcerer?”ThetentativecallbroughtFiranbacktohisphysicalbodyinaninstant.
MerchantGlodreddi’schiefofsecuritystoodbeforehim,askinganxiously,“Haveyounewsfor
us?ShouldIrousemymen?”
“Noneedyet,Chief.Thoseoverconfidentthievesouttherewillnotbeastirforatleast
anothercandlemark.Letyourmenbreaktheirfastatleisure.”
“Dothefoeshavenoconjurertowarnthemofwhatweintend?”theofficerasked,still
worried.
“OnlyanincompetentwhomMasterQuantariuswouldnotacceptevenasaraw
apprentice.Heiscertainlynothreattous.”Firansmiledbroadlyandnodded,apingthe
reassuringmannerismshehadseenQuantariususehundredsoftimesduringthesepastnine
years.Themasterusedtechniquetowinhisclient’strust,andFiranfounditworkedequally
wellforanapprentice.Hecouldnotoccasionallyhelpbutthink,however,thattrustcouldbe
hadinother,surerways,eventhoughQuantariusfirmlyeschewedsuchusesonevenminor
enchantments.
Overthenextcandlemark,hisSightonceagainroamingfree,hediligentlyobserved
virtuallyeverythingthattranspiredinthemercenarycamp.Astheraidersbeganfinal
preparations,hebeganhisown,summoningGlodreddi’sofficer.“Itistimetoreadyyourmen.
Thebanditsaremountedandridingthisdirection.Theyplantosetuptheirambushbelowus
there,directlyabovetheroad.”
Aferociousgrinsplitthesoldier’sscarredface.“Whatasurpriseawaitsthosemurdering
dogs!Whentheyattackourdecoycaravan,theoutriderswillengagethemforwardwhilstwe
pounceonthegang’sflanksandrear.”
“Justasplanned.AndIwillmeanwhileblindthemercenariestoyourpresenceuntil
youareallbutuponthem.”
Themansighedwistfully.“HowIwishyouhadbeenwithourarmyduringour
campaignsagainstthebarbarianslastyear,Sorcerer.Wesorelyneededsomeonesomarvelously
skilledinmagic.Butourgeneralwasamiserandbegrudgedyourmaster’sprice.”
“Unfortunate.Butpractitionersoftheseartsmusteattoo,andthuswemustinsist
uponafairfeeforourservices.”DiplomacyandtactwereamongthemanythingsQuantarius
hadtaughtFiran,thoughtheapprenticedidnotalwayschoosetousethem.Thistime,his
answerwasexactlytherighttouch,andthemanagreed,sayingthatagoodcraftsmanwas
worthanyprice.
Firanbarelyheardtheman.Awarningtinglehadracedupthewizard’sspine,telling
himthepreywasnear.Amoment’sSightshowedhimtheapproachinggangandallowedhim
togaugetheirspeedandcourse.
“Theenemyisjustaroundthebendofthatstream,Chief,”heannounced,pointing,
thenbusiedhimselfwiththewordsthatwouldspreadthewaitingcloakofinvisibilityoverthe
maindetachmentoftroops.
Theofficerandhismenreadiedtheirhorsesandweaponsandwaitedastheambushers
rodeintopositiondownhill.StealthilyGlodreddi’stroopsclosedthegapwhileFirankeptclose
watch,readyinaninstantiftheircloakofinvisibilityfalteredintheslightest.Pridefullyhe
notedthat,eveninthefullmorninglight,therewasnotsomuchasashimmerintheairto
betraythem.Andthatfoolofahedgewizardwasoblivioustotheforcesthat,tooneofFiran’s
abilities,fairlycrackledastheyapproached.
Aclatterofwheelsalteredhimtohisnexttask.Asthedecaycaravanenteredthevalley,
Firandelicatelycloakedthewell-armedoutriders.Leavingvisibleonlytheseeminglydefenseless
wagons,ladenwithcargoandripefortheplucking.
Thehookwasbaited.Themercenariessnappedatitgreedily,sweepingdownthehill,
wavingtheirweaponsandhowlinglikethesavagestheywere.
Firanraisedhisarmsand,inasinglegrandgesture,broughtallillusionstoanend.Asif
agreatcurtainhadbeentornaside,Glodreddi’stroopssuddenlyappearedtotheenemy’sview.
Onemomentthefoewasunopposed.Inthenext,theywerebesetonallsidesbytrained
defenders.Insteadofunprotectedwagonsfullofrichgoods,therewasacaravanbristlingwith
armedsoldiers.Andbehindtheattackersrodemountedguards,weaponsleveledandgrim
determinationintheirmanner.
Inaheartbeat,theinvaders’threateninghowlshadturnedtobleatsofalarm.Andthen
theywerefightingfortheirlives.
Firanwatched,alternatingbetweenhisSightandhismortaleyes,readytoprovide
whateverassistancemightbeneeded.Hewasfascinatedbythefuryandexcitementofthe
battle,butnevermoresothanwhenmortalwoundsweredelivered.Hisdarkergiftswere
arousedbyeachsuchincident,regardlessofthesideonwhichthedyingmenhadfought,for
withhisSighthecouldobservethespiritenergythatrosefromthem,eachandeveryone.From
someemergedawispyhalothatfadedfromexistenceinaninstant.Fromotherscameacloud
likethemorningmiststhathoveredforminutes,swirlingwiththefranticenergyofa
whirlwind,beforefinallythinninganddissipating.Theremustbeaway,hethoughtwhenever
hewitnessedthephenomenon,tocapturethoseenergiesbeforetheyscatteredandwerelost.If
hecouldfindthatway,awayofsnaringandstoringthatenergy,asthepowerfroma
summoningwassnaredandheld…
Tearinghisattentionfromthecloudsofdeaththatrosefromeverypartofthe
battlefield,Firansawthat,amidtheconfusion,thehedgewizardhadfallenpreytodesperation
andwascreatingshabby,soundlessillusionsofbefangedbeasts,hopingtodistractGlodreddi’s
troopsandmakeanescape.Barelyexertinghimself,Firanquashedtheillusions,turningthe
shammonstersintotheinsubstantialpuffsofsmoketheywere.
Exceptforone:ahorneddragonwhosesaberliketeethandclawscould,weretheyonly
real,ripamanapartinseconds.Smilingcoldly,Firantookthatoneunderhiscontrol.
Slowlyheturnedtheillusiontowarditsnowterrifiedcreatorandbareditsfangsina
stentoriansnarl.
Firancouldfeelthehedgewizard’sheartalmostburstingfromhischestaswhathad
beenhisownpoorcreationadvancedonhim.Goneweretheindistinctscales,thefadedeyes,
andalltheotherwashed-outimages.Intheirplacewasavibrant,livingcreatureoutofhis
worstnightmares,theverygroundshakingwitheachapproachingstep.
Finallythehedgewizardregainedhisvoiceandscreamedoutthewordsthatwouldend
theillusions.
Buttheillusionwasnolongerhistoend.
Nor,hebegantofear,wasitentirelyillusion.
Thehedgewizardcouldfeelitshotbreath,smellthefoulodorofitslastmeal,hearits
fumblingsnarl.
Youdowelltocowerinterror,Firan’svoicesaidintothehedgewizard’smind.
“No,please!”Themanfelltohisknees,handsclaspedinsupplication.“Iwilldo
whateveryouwant,giveyouanythingyouwish!”
Thevoicelaughedinhismind.Y
ouhavenothingIcouldacceptotherthanyourlife,
thoughIhavenouseevenforthat.Yourcontinuedexistence,however,isaninsulttothosewho
practicethesorcerousarts.
“Iwillpracticenomore!Iwillbegonefromthislandandneverreturn!”
Thevoicelaughedagainwithanarcticcoldness.Y
ouspeakthetruth,itsaid,t hough
perhapsnotpreciselythetruthyouintended.
Thejawsoftheillusionthatwasnolongerentirelyanillusionopenedwideandthen
closed,andthelandwassoonburdenedbyonelessweakandincompetentfool.
AndFiranZal’honanwascontentwithhisaccomplishments,atleastforthisday.
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Firan’sescortdodgednoisygroupsofmerrymakersashislitterwasbornethroughthe
gailydecoratedstreetsofEastfair.Thesorcererhadwantedtoavoidtheworstofthefestival’s
revelry,butthathadprovedavainhope.Onlyaftermanydelaysanddetoursdidhefinally
reachhisdestination.
Ashesteppedoutintoawell-pavedlane,hislanternbearerpointedtoanornategate
doorfrontingapalatialestate.Otherequallyrichmansionslaynearby,forthisareawas
reservedforthehomesofthecity’snobility.
“Hold!”anarmedguardchallenged.“BeyouMasterQuantarius?”
“FiranZal’honan,MasterQuantarius’sapprentice.”
Theguardscowled.“Mymasterwillnotbepleased.Oneofhisstatuedoesnotwishto
be--”
“Hewillbeevenlesspleasedifyoudetainmeathisdoorstep.”Firansaidsternly.“His
messageindicatedthathisneedisurgent.”
Theguard’sscowltookonatingeoffear,asFiranhadexpecteditwould.“Asyou
wish,”theguardsaid,butaddeddefiantly,“Donotbesurprisedifhesendsyoupacking.”
Firanonlysmiledthinlyasthemanthrewthedoorwideforhimandstoodoutofthe
way.
Withintheresidence,anobsequiousmajordomocausednofurtherdelaysbutledFiran
straighttoLordNerof’ssuite.
“Atlast!”thenoblemancried,sittingupinhiscanopiedbedandreachingascrawnyarm
outforthethicklybrocadeddressinggownasecondservantheldready,butthenhisfacefell.
“YouarenotQuantarius,”hepoutedasheclimbedfromthebedandseatedhimselfina
richlyhued,downy-softchairinfrontofaceiling-highfireplace.Firancarefullyrefrainedfrom
notingaloudthattheman,bonyandunattractiveunderanycircumstances,lookedlikeabadly
treatedstorkdrowninginaseaofpillows.
“Mymasterbetsyourforgiveness,mylord,”Firansaid,bowing.“Heisunabletoattend
youtonight,beingsorelyindisposed.Hesendsmeinhissteadwithassurancesthatyoumay
placeyourcompleteconfidenceinmyskills.IamFiranZal’honan,atyourservice.”
Nerofharumphedandhawedunhappilybuteventuallyacquiesced,sendinghisservants
outoftheroomandoutofearshot.“Imusthavetheaidofyourkind,soifQuantariuscannot
come,IsupposeIhavenochoiceinthematter,”hefinished,andgnawedhisfingernails.
Firanwastornbetweenannoyanceanddisdain.Thefoolbelievedhisproblemswere
unique.MostofQuantarius’sclientsdid.ButLordNerof’sdifficultywassomethingthe
sorcererhaddealtwithhundredsoftimespreviously.Themaster’sapprenticeknewhewould
findlittlechallengehere,moreinthesoothingofafrightenedandspinelessclientthanin
dealingwiththeproblemitself.
Abandoninghisabusednails,Nerofsaid,“Thissituationmustbehandledwiththe
utmostdelicacy.”
“Mylord,Iamtheepitomeofdiscretion.”
Thenoblemanglancedoverhisshoulder,asiffearfulaservanthadreturnedunseenand
lurkedbehindthevelvetdrapes.Inashakingvoice,hestammered,“M-Mylifehasbeen
threatened.Canyouimaginesuchathing?”
Firansmotheredalaugh.Such“imagining”wasvirtuallyunavoidable.Nerof’s
correspondencewithQuantariushaddroppedhintslikeautumnleaves.Masterandapprentice
hadhadlittletroublediviningthetruemeaningfromthelettersthemselves,norhaditbeen
difficulttoconfirmitthroughtheGuildofSorcerers’spies.Nerofthoughthis“situation”a
secret,butbynowFiranunderstooditfarbetterthanNerofhimselfandhadcomewell
preparedtodealwithallitsaspects.
“Poisonisacowardlyweapon,mylord,”hesaid,feigningoutrage.“FortunatelyIam
expertatcounteringallmannersofvenomsandtoxins.”
Thenobleman’seyeswidenedinamazement.“Buthowdidyouknow?Yes,iti spoison.
ShetoldmeIamasgoodasdead.”
“Calmyourself,sir,andgivemethedetails,please.”Firanhadnoneedofdetails,butif
thisexcitablelordlingwasnotallowedtotalk,hisfeelingswouldbehurt.Healsomight
becomestingywhenthetimecametopay,particularlysincehewasprobablystillnot
completelyrecoveredfromhisdisappointmentatQuantarius’sabsence.
“Yes,yes,Iwillrevealall,”hesaid,heavingadramaticsigh.
Butstillhehadtobecoaxed.Smotheringhisimpatience,Firanpretendedtoprythefull
storyfromtheembarrassedman.Tohelphimbearhisshame,thesorcererusedseveralsubtle
enchantments,overcomingNerof’schagrinandlossofface.
Hisproblemwasawoman,ofcourse,astheguild’sspieshadconfirmedtothesorcerers
earlier.Nerof’scast-offmistresswantedvengeance,andshehadengagedawizardnotoriousfor
employingpoisonandotherpedestrianmeans.
Whenthescandalwasfinallyfullyrevealed,Firanconcealedhispriorknowledgeandhis
scorn.“Anintriguingdilemma,mylord,butnotinsoluble,”hesaid,thoughheinwardly
longedtosay,“Yourproblemisminuscule,hardlyworthQuantarius’stimeormine.Itbarely
constitutesanexercisefitforourschool’syoungestpageboy.”
Buttheclientwaswealthy,hispositionlofty,andhewas,asmostuglymenare,
extremelyvain.Woundingthatvanitywasnotpolitic.Nerofwouldpayhandsomelyforpeace
ofmindandhisillusions.“Satisfytheclient,”ranoneofQunatarius’scardinalrules.“No
matterthathisproblembepetty,satisfyhisneed.”
Firansaidsoothingly,“Iknowwhatmustbedone,mylord.Iwillneedyourfull
cooperationifthespellsaretosucceed.”Nerofnodded,hangingonthesorcerer’severyword.
“Pleasestandbeforeme,justthere.Lookstraightintomyeyesandconcentrate.Thinkupon
thepersonwhowouldcommitthisawfuldeed.”
“Will...willthishurt?”thenoblemanaskedwarily.
Lessthanbeingpoisonedmight,Firanthought,thensaidaloud,“Onlyatinybit,my
lord...amerepricklingofyourskin,asthoughalimbhadgonetosleepforashorttime.”He
adoptedasterntoneandwenton.“Youmustremainabsolutelysilent,andwemustnotbe
interrupted.ThemagicIamabouttoperformisintricateanddangerous.Awrongwordmight
bringdisasteruponusall.”Thoughthewarningwasinthiscasearrantnonsense,thememory
ofanoccasionwhenasimilarwarninghadbeenliteraltruthwasstillalingeringscaronFiran’s
heart,evenafternearlyaquarteracentury.
Neroflistened,wide-eyed,anddidexactlyasFiranbadehim.ThenFiranhimselfrecited
alengthyseriesofstrangewords,punctuatingeachwithloud,startlingcriesthatmadehis
clientjumpinfright.
AllthetimethatFiranengagedinthenoisycharade,heworkedgenuinesorcerywith
hisinnersenses,searchingthesurroundingmansionfordeadlysubstances.Helocateddozens
ofpoisonedobjects:wine,perfume,gloves,undergarments,andaboxofcosmeticpatches.He
foundthelastitemanamusingtouch.Thecastoffwomandefinitelyknewherformerlover’s
everyfoible,includinghisaffectationofthosefacialdecorations.Hecouldnothelpbutthink,
however,thattheonlysuchpatchthatwouldhelpNerofwouldofnecessitybevastlylarger
thananyofthese.
Firanclappedhishands,andtheenvenomedobjectssuddenlyappearedinaheapathis
feet.“Allthatwastaintedbyherwizard’smagicliesbeforeyou,mylord.Noneofthesewould
killyouatasinglestroke.Butanaccumulationofdoseswouldeventuallyrobyouofstrength,
appetite,andfinallyyourlife.”
Nerofshuddered,horrifiedbyhowclosehehadcometoaslowandgruesomedeath.
Thesorcererraisedhishandsagainandgestured,saying,“Inowrenderthesebanesharmless.”
Thepoisonedobjectsburstintoincandescentflames.Chanting,Firanpassedhishands
rapidlyabovethefire,andthetaintedpyrevanished.Notevenasheswerelefttoshowwhere
theyhadlain.
Nerofgapedinawe,lookingfromtheemptycarpettoFiranandbackagain.Bowing,
thesorcererexplained,“Yourenemieswilltroubleyounomore,mylord.Ihavereturnedthe
poisonsandtheircleansingfiretotheirsource:thewomanwhowishedyoudeadandthe
wizardwhosuppliedherwiththemeans.”
LordNerof’sjawdropped.Thenhesmiled.Itwasnotapleasantexpression.“Oh,
excellent!Ilikeyou,SirApprentice.Youshallfindmeverygrateful,verygratefulindeed.
Quantarius,thetimeshehastendedtomyproblems,struckmeasawonderfulsorcerer,but
rathertoo...lenient.You,Isee,arenot.”
Firanacknowledgedthecomplimentwithaknowingsmile.Foranothercandlemark,he
dancedattendanceonhisclient.Playingtheflatterer,heenduredseeminglyendlessinane
babblebeforehediscreetlybroughtayawntoNerof’sface.Explainingthatenchantmentssuch
ashadbeenemployedoftenmadethesubjecttiredandinneedofsleep,heurgedNeroftorest
andtookhisleave.
Thoughfalsedawnwasinthesky,manyofthefestival’srevelersstillcloggedthestreets.
Scowlingattheannoyance,Firanhurledaspelloverthenoisiestmob,andtheystaggeredoutof
hisway,allofthemreelingunderasuddenattackofnausea.Someweresoaffecteditwas
doubtfultheywouldbeontheirfeetagainbeforetheendofthefestival.Firannoddedin
satisfactionandwavedhislitterbearersonward.
ThedelaysmeantthatitwasnearlyfulldaybeforeheatlastarrivedatMasterSorcerer’s
establishment.Suppressingayawnofhisown,Firanwalkedthroughthelonghalls.Around
him,stafferswerereplacingburned-outclockcandleswithfreshones.Despitethelatehour,
theapprenticewenttohisteacher’srooms,knowingQuantariuswouldbeawakeanawaiting
hisreport,evenofthisroutinematter.Once,themasterwouldhavewantedtohearonlyofthe
mostunusualcases,butoflate,asQuantariusventuredforthlessandless,eventhemost
mundanecaseseemedtotakehisinterest.
Butthemaster’sface,itsonce-redbeardlongsincebecomegrizzledandnowwhite,was
notthismorningalightwithexpectation.Rather,hissquarefeaturesweresolemntothepoint
ofbeingsomber.Foramoment,FiranwonderedifNerofhadbecomedispleasedwithsome
aspectofthenight’sperformanceandhadsomehowgottenwordofhisdispleasurebackto
Quantarius.
“Issomethingtroublingyou,Master?”Firanaskedsoftly.
Theoldsorcererdrewinapreparatorybreath,aninwardsigh.“Ihavereceivednews,
lad,ofyourfamily.”
“Ihavenofamilybutyou,Master,whotookmein.”Thewordscameautomatically,
almostalitany,butthistimeQuantariusdidnotrespondinhisusualmannerofgentle
reproachandpleasedacquiescence.
“Yourfathermaybedead,”Quantariussaid.
Foraninstant,Firan’sstomachlurched,buthisfeaturesremaineduntouched.The
innerreaction,however,waspuzzlingtohim.Hehadnotconsciouslythoughtofthemanin
years,andthenonlywithflickersofunalloyedhatred.
“Hem
aybedead?Isthiscourtrumorthathascometoyourears?”
Quantariusshookhisheadgently.“Therehasbeenaformalnotificationtothecity’s
authoritiesthatKnurlhasanewruler:yourelderbrother,Ranald.Therewasnomentionof
thefateofyourfather.”
“Thenheissurelydead,”Firansaidtonelessly,“almostcertainlyofnaturalcauses.
Ranaldwouldhaveneitherthecouragenortheinclinationtotakepowerinanyotherway.”
TheoldsorcererlookeduncomfortableatFiran’swordsbutonlysaid,“The
announcementsaidonlythatRanaldhadbecomeearlthreeweekspast.Itwasnotconcerned
withthelateruler’sfatebutstressedmostlythenewlord’stitlesandhonors.”
“Mybrotherhasnohonorworthspeakingof.”Firanlaughedharshly,humorlessly.“As
foratitle,theycancallhim‘RanaldtheGlutton.’Butsuchmattersareofinterestonlytothe
unfortunateresidentsofKnurl.”
“Youhavenowish,then,tosendgreetingsofanykind?Iamtold,unofficially,thata
queryastoyourwell-beingwasreceivedinconjunctionwiththeannouncement.”
“Nodoubtinhopesoflearningofmydemise,soastoassurehimselfapeaceful,
unchallengedreign.”
Quantariusseemedtoconsiderhisremarkforatime,thensaid,“Asyouwish.Wewill
discussthematternofurtherunless,atsomefuturedate,youwishassistanceinlayingyour
personaldemonstorest.”
“Theyhaveneverbeenmoreatrestthannow,”Firanbeganwithunexpectedheat,but
theoldersorcererwavedhimtosilence.
“Nowtellmeofthenight’swork,lad.Itwentsmoothly,Itrust?”
Firanbroughthimselfupshort,takingamomenttosubmergetheangerhehad
thoughtlongsincesubduedandtorestorethemoodthatwouldallowhimtospeakwith
lightnessofthenight’sworkwiththatfoolNerof.
“Itwasasweexpected,”hesaid,andwentontodescribewhathadhappened,chuckling
overLordNerof’ssillinessmorethanonce.Againandagainduringtheconversation
Quantariuscalledhim“lad”.Firanwasusedtothisanddidnotprotest,thoughsuchrestraint
waslesseasythisday.Ifnothingelse,thedeathoftheearlhadbroughthometohimhisown
age,almostforty,notfarfromtheagehisfatherhadbeenatthatlastfatefulmeeting,andthe
termseemedsingularlyinappropriate.Still,heowedmuchtothemaster,anditwaslittle
enoughtoaskthathebearwiththeoldman’sharmlessidiosyncrasies.InQuantarius’seyes,
Firanwouldalwaysbethetalentedyouthwhodecadesagohadsoughtthemaster’stutelagein
sorcery.
“Nerofwasmostgenerous,”Frianconcluded,offeringtoQuantariustherichpursehe
hadbeengiven.
Theoldermanwaveditaway.“Keepit,lad.Youearnedit,iffornaughtelsethan
sufferingthroughhisfoolishchatter.However,”headdedwithagentlefrown,“Iwishyouhad
foregonetheharshpunishmentyoumetedout.”
“Tothewomanandtheoutlawwizardshehired?”
“Them,andtheharmless,ifirritating,revelers.”
Firanshrugged.“Thelatterwillbethebetterforafewhoursofnursingtheiraching
headsandroilingguts.Festivalisalmostoveranyway.AsforNerof’sparamourandherally,I
merelymadesmallrepaymentforacrimetheytriedtocommit,acrimedifficulttoprovetothe
authorities.Theirburnscarsshouldmakethatpairthinktwicebeforeattemptingasimilaract
elsewhere.Andtheyarealive.IdidnotpoisonthemastheywouldhavepoisonedNerof,andI
couldhave.”
“Iknow,”Quantariusmurmured,obviouslytroubled,ashehadbeeninthepastwhen
hisstarpupilhaddealtoutsuchsentencestoothermalefactors.“Wearenotgods,lad.Sorcery
isatooltobeusedwithgreatcareandnotabused.”Hepaused,staringintonothing,then
added,“I,too,haveknownthatterribletemptationtojudgeandpunish.Ifeltitthatnightwe
firstmet,whenyourfatherstruckmedown.Butwemustresistit,lad...wemust.”
BeforeFirancouldreply,theoldermanbrokeintoaparoxysmofcoughing,clutching
hischest,andFiranbenttowardhim,deeplyconcerned.
“No,no,lad.Donotfretoverme,”theoldermanwheezed.“Thisisjustatouchofmy
oldmenace,pleurisy.Comesuponmeeveryfall,everyfall…”
“Thenletmeeaseyourworkthisautumn,”Firansaid,“Iwilltendtoyourclientsand
supervisetheotherapprenticesuntilyouarerecovered.”
Quantariussmiledandnodded,hisrebukeofmomentsbeforeseeminglyforgotten.
“NowthatisatemptationIshallnotresist.Youhavemyleave,andthankyou,lad.‘Tistime
youstretchedyourwingstotheirfullest,eh?”
Firan’sheartleaptattheunexpectedwords.Hehadmadethesameofferbefore,butit
hadalwaysfallenonseeminglydeafears.“ItisIwhothankyou,Master,fortheopportunityto
provemyself,”hesaid,genuinelygrateful.
“AsIamsureyoushall,lad.Now,takeyourselftoyourbedforatimebeforeyou
assumeyournewduties.Evensorcerersmustsleep.”
“Asyouwish,Master.”
Returningtohiswell-appointedapartment,however,Firanfeltfarlesslikesleepthan
whenhehadfirstreturnedfromhisnight’swork.Someofthemoremundaneimplicationsof
Ranald’sannouncementhadbeguntopercolateinhismind.
Aninformalqueryastohiswell-being,indeed!
Bettertheyhadsentformalnotificationofhisfather’sdeathandfuneral,nottothe
facelessgovernorsofEastfairbuttohimself,aclosebloodrelativeofKnurl’srulingfamily.He
wouldnothavegone,ofcourse,unlesstodanceontheoldtyrant’sgrave,butitwouldhave
givenhimgreatpleasuretorefuse.
Orperhapshewouldhaveattended,hethoughtwithasmileasherememberedthe
green-facedrevelerswhohadstaggered,retching,fromhispath.WhatbetterwayforRanald
theGluttonoustobeintroducedtohissubjectsthanbybecomingvictimtohisowngluttony
anddepositingthehalf-digestedremainsofhismostrecentgorginontheirfather’sbierinfull
viewofclergyandmourners?
Theimagepleasedhim,eventhoughithadnotcometopass.Atsomefutureeventof
equalsolemnity,however,ifhisSightcouldeverbeextendedtosuchdistances…
Smilingatthepossibility,Firandriftedtowardsleep.
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Quantariuswaslostinadreamofyouth.
Hismother,deadfiftyyears,wascallinghimfromthefieldwherehehadbeenhelping
hisfathergatherinthecrops.
“Takethistoyourfather,”shesaid,handinghimasackoffruitandbreadandmeat.
“Withthislateaharvest,hehasn’tthetimeforapropermeal.”
Andheran.
Hisstepwassureandswift,andtherewasnotatraceoftheachingstiffnesstheelder
dreamerknewsowell,northeshortnessofbreathandfitsofcoughingthatsometimesseemed
readytotearhislungsfromhischest.
Hisfatherwasyoungandvigorous,hishairandbeardaflamingred,hisbrowbeaded
withsweatashesetthescytheasideforamomentandtooktheofferedfood.
“Youmusteataswell,lad,”hisfathersaid,returningthesackashetookapieceofmeat
andanotherofbreadintohismouthandtookupthescytheashechewed.
Theboytookanappleandbitintoit,thetartflavorbathinghistongue.
AndQuantariusawakened,blinkingattheintensity,theseemingrealityofthedream,
atthetasteoftheapplethatpersisteduntilhismouthwatered.
Andhesawhisapprenticestandingoverhim.
Smiling.
“Firan?Whatisit?”Hetriedtopushthedreamfromhismind,butthetarttasteofthe
appleremainedonhistongue,thedeceptivefeelingofstrengthandvigorinhislimbs.
“Surelyyouhavenotforgotten,Master.ThisisthedayIhaveworkedtowardallmy
life.”
“Ah,yes,lad,Irememberwell,”hesaid,ignoringthefragmentsofthedreamhecould
notbanish.“Todayyousetasideyourapprenticeshipandgooutintotheworldonyourown.
YoubeginthejourneytoRauxes.”
Firannodded,stillsmiling.“Mycaravanisreadyingitselfevennow,”hesaid,andthe
mutedsoundsofwagonsbeingloaded,teamsofhorseschafinginharness,filteredlightlyinto
theroom.“ButIwouldnotleavewithoutapartinggiftfortheonewhohashadthepatienceto
makethispossible.”
“Thereisnoneed.”
“Perhapsnot,butthereisadesire,agratitudethatyoucannotdeny.”
Quantariussighed.“Asyouwish,lad.Now,whatisthisgiftthatbringssuchasmileto
yourface?”
“Situpandyouwillknow.”
“Givemeyourhand,then.Ihavebeendreamingofmyyouth,butIfeartherealityis
still--”
“Donotbesoquicktojudgewhatisreality,Master,”Firansaid,standingbackrather
thanofferingthehelpinghandthatQuantariushadrequested,thehelpinghandthathehad
neededtoriseformanydayspast.Hispleurisyhadreturnedthisyearwithunprecedented
vigor,andwhileitravagedhislungs,hisjointshadfarelittlebetter.
Firanbeckoned,atouchofsmugnessenteringhissmile.“Situp,Master.Realitymayno
longerbeasharshasyouthink.”
Quantariusfrowned.Thetasteoftheapplehadfadedfromhistongueatlonglast,but
thefeelingsofvigorandstrengthremained.Itwasasif…
Inasinglemotion,almosteffortlessly,hesatupright.
Firanlaugheddelightedly.“Yousee,Master!Donobesoquicktojudgereality!”
“Firan!”Theoldman’svoicewasfilledwithalarm.“Whathaveyoudone?”
“Ihavegivenyouagiftofyears!Notasmanyasyouhavegivenme,perhaps,butas
manyasIwasabletodeliver.”
AndQuantariusremembered,yearsago,hisapprenticespeakingofdeathsonthe
battlefieldandtheescapeofthelifeenergiesandhiswishtocapturethemandmakeuseof
them.
AndFiranwasnodding,grinning,asifreadinghisthoughts.
“No,lad,thisisnotagiftIcanaccept!”
ThebroadsmilefellfromFiran’sface.“Surelyyouarejesting,Master.”
“InsuchmattersIdonotjest,lad.Icannotacceptlifestolenfromthedying.”
“Whosedeathswouldotherwisehavebeenutterlywasted,Master!Instead,Iharvested
theirenergytodogood.Surelythatcannotbewrong!”
“Iwillnotsitinjudgmentonyouractions,lad.IsayonlythatIcannotaccept--”
“Youmust!Youdeserveit,asthatbandofassassinsIdraineddrydidnot!Andyou
yourselfacceptedthecommissiontorootoutandcrushtheirmurderousguild!”
“Butnottodot his!”Theoldman,nolongerquiteasold,shookhisheadvigorouslyas
hethrewthecoversasideandstood.“Notonlyisitwrong,itisdangerous!”
“Dangerous?”Firanfrowned.“Howso?”
“Thesewereassassinsyoudrained!Andnowtheirenergy,theiressence,resideswithin
me!”
“ItistheirlifeenergyItook,nottheirsouls!Itisnodifferentthanthefleshofanimals
youconsumeeveryday.Theirfleshbecomesyours.YouarestillMasterQuantarius--asyouwill
be,now,formanyyearstocome.”
“Nonetheless,Iwillnot--Icannotacceptthisgift!”
“Nonetheless,youw
ill,”Firansaid,unabletokeeptheangeroutofhisvoice.“Thespell
isirreversible,butIwouldnotundoitevenifIcould!Intime,youwillcometoyoursenses.”
Thiswastohavebeenthehappiestdayofhislife:theendofhisapprenticeship,the
beginningofanewlife--thebeginningoft wonewlives,hisowninRauxesandthemaster’s
renewedlifehere.Butnow…
“Thosewhopreparemycaravanfordeparturerequiremyattention,”hesaidabruptly.
“IimaginewewillspeakagainbeforeIdepart.”
Hisheartheavy,Firanmadehiswaythroughthemazeofroomsandcorridorstowhere
asteadystreamofhisservantsstillcarriedcasesandtrunkstothewagonswaitinginthe
morningsun.Themenchatteredenthusiastically,anticipatingtheupcomingjourneyasFiran
himselfhadanticipatedituntilonlymomentsago.Heandhispeopleandpropertywouldride
inacomfortableprivatecaravan,aswellguardedasaprince’sentourage,buttherewaslittlejoy
intheprospectnow.
Whywastheoldmansoobstinate?Washesoweddedtothebeliefthatdeathwas
inevitablethathecouldnotseereason?Surelyhecouldnottrulybeconcernedaboutthe
verminFiranhaddrained!Surelyevenhecouldnotbethattenderhearted,thatfoolish!For
muchofthemorning,Firanhoveredaroundtheslowlyfillingwagons,directingwhereno
directionswereneeded,chastisingwherepraisewouldhavebeenmoreappropriate,and
chastisingagainfortheresultantgrumbling.
Finally,whenthelasttrunkhadbeenfirmlyanchored,Quantariusappeared.The
servantsgapedatthetransformation,thevigorousstride,thebeardalreadyreturningtoashade
theyhadnotseeninmorethanadecade.Ignoringtheirstares,hewentdirectlytoFiran.
“Iwouldspeakwithyouelsewhere,”hesaid.”
Firan’sheartleapt.Hadtheoldmancometohissensessoquickly?“Gladly,Master.”
Intheestate’sspaciousrarecourtyard,Quantariusstoppedunderanappletreeadozen
yardsfromthenearestoutbuildingandturnedtoFiran.
“ThereissomethingImusttellyou,”theoldmansaid,hissombertonerobbingFiran
ofthehopethathadmomentarilyresurrectedhisspirits.
“Ifitisonlytofurtheremphasizeyourrefusalof--”
“Itisnot,butyour‘gift’i sthereasonformydecidingtospeak.WhatIhavetosaynow
isinregardtowhatIhaveseeninyourfuture,notmine.”
“Clairvoyance?”Firanasked,suddenlyveryinterested.Toseeintothefuturewasoneof
thefewtalentshepossessedtoonlyanegligibledegree.“Whathaveyouforeseen?”
“Ihavenotspokenofitbeforebecauseithadnomeaning,andIfeareditwassimplya
resultofmyownfailingabilities.”
“Andyourrenewedlifehasrestoredyourfaithinyourtalent?”
Theoldmanshookhishead.“Whatyouhavedonehaslentpossiblemeaning,dire
meaning,towhatIhaveseen.”
“Andwhatisthat?”Firanaskedimpatiently.
“Ihaveseenhonor,ofcourse,andgreatpower,bothmagicalandpolitical,”Quantarius
said,temporizing,“fargreaterthanIhaveeverachieved...butgreatersorrowsaswell.”
“Lowlygypsieshaveforetoldmorethanthis,”Firansnapped.
Theoldwizardpulledinabreath.“Itisafteryourgreatesttriumphandyourgreatest
sorrowthat...somethinghappens,somethingthatremovesalltraceofyoufrommyken.”
Firanfrowned.“Mydeath?Isthatwhatyouspeakofsoindirectly?”
“NotdeathasIknowit,norasIhaveeverforetoldit.Deathisanendofthemortal
body,ajunctureofthespirit.WhatIhaveseeninyourfutureisneither,andthatiswhyyour
actionstodayhavedrivenmetospeak,towarnyou.”
“Warnmeofwhat?”Firandemandedwhentheoldmanfellbrieflysilent.
“Thatthereareworsethingsthandeath.Donottrytocheatdeathbydoingtoyourself
whatyouhavedonetome.Deathdoubtlesshasitsownpeculiarwaysofcollectingsuchdebtsa
hundredtimesover.”
“Thatiswhatyousee?Death’srevengeformyhavingcheateditafewpaltryyears?”
“IdonotknowwhatIhaveseen.Iknowonlythatitmakesmeuneasy,bothforyou
andformyself.”
Despitehisefforts,Firancouldnotridhimselfoftheicyshiverthattraceditswayalong
thebaseofhisskullanddownhisspineatQuantarius’swords.Hidingtheshudderhetriedto
turnitintoacarelessshrug.
“Whateverawaits,Iwillmeetitsquarely,”hesaid.“Youcanbeassuredofthat.”He
glancedtowardthewaitingcaravan.“Fornow,IgotoRauxes.Fareyouwell,Master.”
“Andyou,lad,andyou,eventhoughyoudonotheedmywarning.”
Withnomoreceremonythanthat,Firandepartedfromtheestablishmentwherehehad
spentsomanyofhisadolescentandadultyears.Quantarius,hislimbsstillvigorous,hiseyes
stillclear,climbedtothetopfloorofthemansionandwatchedfromahighwindowuntilthe
caravandisappearedoverthesouthernhorizon.
Firan,however,didnotlookback.
Thirteen
283CY
Firanlookeddownathisdatingenemywithagrimsatisfaction.
Itwasrarethattwosorcerersonoppositesidesinaconflictevensaweachother,let
alonefacedeachotherinbattle.Suchwasnormallythejobofthesoldiersandgenerals,butthis
campaign,particularlyinitslaststages,hadbeenfarfromnormal.
Formonths,amurderousbandofrebelshadfoughtagainsttherulinghouse,not
throughopenwarfarebutthroughtangledplotsandcounterplotsthathadeventuallyensnared
allthecomplexpoliticalfactionsofRauxes.Afewdayspast,ithadallcometoaviolenthead,
innosmallpartduetoFiran’sunheraldedaidtotheroyalfamily.Manyhaddiedandmanya
traitorandassassinhadbeenunmasked,someamongtherichestandmostnoblybornfamilies
ofRauxes.
Then,inadesperateattempttosalvagetheirtotteringconspiracy,therebelshadstruck
attheruler’sveryheart,againnotwithopenandhonorablebattlebutwiththeweaponsof
cowards.Underthetwincloaksofnightandsorcerousspells,theyhadkidnappedPrince
Edron.IfnotforFiran’sremarkableSight,guidedbyclippingsoftheprince’shair,takenfresh
everynewmoonforjustsuchaneventuality,theymighthavesucceeded.Almostcertainlythe
princewouldhavedied.
Asitwas,hehadstillalmostdied.
WithGeneralDarst’sraidingpartygroupedinthevalley,wellbeyondtherangeofthe
enemywizard’smorelimitedSight,Firanhadcloakedhimselfinthemostpowerfulspellinhis
grimoireandhadsetoutforthemountaintowerwherehisSighthadlocatedtheprince.
Allhadgonewelluntilthegeneral’sraidingpartywasdiscovered,notbytherebel
wizard’sSightoranyothersorcerousmeansbutbyoneofthefar-flungpatrolstheremaining
rebelshadspreadthroughoutthecountryside.Signalshadreachedthewizardatthevery
momentFiarnwascautiouslypenetratingthespellsthatenvelopedthetower.
Andtheenemywizard,alerted,hadsensedFiran’spresencedespitethecloakingspell.
Butintheend,ithadnotsavedhim.Onthecontrary,thewizard’sfatewouldlikely
havebeenlessseverehadhebeentakenunaware,theprincesafelyandquicklyrescued.Asit
was,hisconsternationatfindingFiranalmostuponhimledhimtounleasheverypowerathis
disposalwilly-nilly,likeamanwhowakesinthedarkesttimeofthenighttofindascorpion
withinhisbedclothes.
Firan,withsomerelish,hadrespondedwithpowerandprecision.
Andnowthebattlewasended,therebellionover,itsringleaderlyingcharredanddead,
hiswizardaccomplicedying.
Outsidethetower,GeneralDarstandhismenwereapproachingthroughthesleety
remnantsofthedemongatethathadragedfornearlyanhour.
Inside,theairstillreekedfromtheenergiesthathadbeenloosed,andtheprincelay
boundandmortallywoundednexttothedyingwizard.
Firanleanedcloseoverthelimpformofhisenemyonthestonefloorbeforehim.A
smallsignoflifestillflickeredinhiseyes.Therewastimetoclaimthespoilsofvictory,butlittle
more.
Hepressedhisfingerstightlyagainstthesweat-drenchedbrow,livingeyeslockingwith
thoseofthedying.
Thebodyconvulsedasknowledgewasrippedfromthefast-fadingconsciousness.Firan
smiledashefinished,wonderingwhatoldQuantariuswouldthinkofthisuseofhisteachings.
FortheprincipleFiranusedwasthesameprinciplethatQuantariushadusedsoinnocuously
toabsorbtheessenceofamagicalvolumewithoutopeningthecover,butFiranhadrefinedit
tonearperfectionandenhanceditandappliedittoalivingmind.
Andthedyingwizard’sknowledgewashis,thoughmostwoulddoubtlessproveuseless.
FirantrainedhisSightupontheotherandsawdeathwasindeedfastapproaching.
TheenergyFiranhadseendepartathousandtimesonahundredbattlefieldshad
alreadybeguntosiftlightlyfromthewizard’sbody.Hoveringclose,hetooktheenergyinto
himself,ashehadtakentheknowledge.
Smilingattheirony,hedirectedaportionofthelifeenergyintotheprince’sbodyand
watched,satisfied,astheworstofthewoundssorecentlyinflictedhealedandtheprincestirred
inhisbonds,whichFiranthenquicklyloosened.
Fromahundredfeetbelowcamethesoundofabatteringramsmashingatadoor.
“Comeup,General,”Firancalledwhenheheardthehugeoakendooratthebaseofthetower
crashtothefloor.“HisGracerequiresyouraid.”
Withnosorcerouspowertomaintainit,thestorm’sfuryhadspentitselfrapidly.Bythe
timethegeneral,winded,enteredtheroom,moonlightstreamedthroughitsshattered
windows.
“Theprince?”GeneralDarstsaidanxiously.“Ishe…?”
“Injured,butIhaveministeredtohisworsthurts.”Firanforboretoexplainthe
principleofstealinglifefromadyingvictimtoaidonestillalive.HedoubtedthatDarstwould
havethesamemisguidedscruplesthatQuantariushadpossessed,buttherewereotherreasons
forkeepingsuchanabilitysecret.“Nevertheless,Ithinkitbestifaprofessionalhealerattend
him.”
“Fetchthechirurgeon!”thegeneralbellowed,sendingasoldiergallopingbackdownthe
stairsatarecklesspace.“Aphysicianshouldseetoyourhurtsaswell,mylordsorcerer.”
Firanfastidiouslystraightenedhistornandbloodiedrobe.“Wizardrydealtmywounds,
andwizardryshallmendthem.Thesearealreadyhalfhealed,”hesaid.Soldierseyeshisbarely
visibleabrasionsandcutsandshooktheirheadsinawe.
“Lordsorcerer…?”PrinceEdron’svoicetrembled,showingtheaftereffectsofcaptivity
andmuchroughtreatment,buttheyoungmaninsistedonthankinghisrescuerpersonally.
Thoughthestraintolduponhim,hewouldnotliedownagainuntilhishonorwassatisfied.
AsthechirurgeonrushedintothetowerandkneltbesideEdron,Firanturnedtothe
general.“Iwillleavetheprinceinyourcharge.Ishallbeonmyway,withyourleave.”
“Ofcourse.Iwillassignyouanescort.AndmayIsayitisnotonlytheprince
whothanksyou.”Firannoddedabsently,acceptingpraiseashisdue.
Ashemovedtowardthestairs,anofficertrottedathisheels,whisperingtactfully,“Iwill
makecertainthatproperrecompenseissenttoyourestablishment,mylord…”
“Itisofnomoment,”Firansaid,brushingthesuggestionaside.“Myactionswerethose
ofaloyalcitizencomingforthwhennewsofaprince’skidnappingreachedme.”
Hourslater,bathedandcladinfreshraimentsanddininguponthelatestdelicacieshis
kitchenhadconcocted,Firanwasinareflectivemood.Theofferofrecompense,thoughhe
wouldcertainlynotturnitaway,wastrulyoflittlemoment.Whatdidmatter,atthispointin
hiscareer,wasthatnewsofhisfeatwouldspreadthroughoutRauxesandthelands
surrounding.Hisclientele,alreadyvast,wouldincreasestillfurther,butmoreimportantly,so
wouldhispowerandinfluence.Moneyhadlongsinceceasedtobearealconcern,but
power...ah,thatwasanothermatter,particularlyhereandnow.
PrinceEdronwasfree.Therebellioninallitsunderhandedintricacieswasdead.Order,
onceonknifeedge,wasrestoredtoallofRauxes.
Fornow.
ButtherulinghouseofRauxeswasnotknownforitsfirmnessofhand.Oftenthey
seemedasundulymercifulasFiran’soldteacher.True,theyhadexecutedanumberofthe
conspirators,butothershadbeensimplyjailed.Andevengreaterleniencywouldprobablybe
theruleformanyofthelesserlights.Therehadalreadybeentalkofhowsomehadbeen
“misled”bythetrueconspiratorsanddeservednothingworsethanlossoftitleorland.
Firansighed,asheoftenhadwhenconfrontedbyQuantarius’smisguidedforgiveness
ofpeoplewhodeservedthesternestofdiscipline,notbenignabsolutionfortheirsins,repented
orunrepented.Liketheoldwizard,therulinghouseofRauxessimplydidnotunderstandthat
ruthlesspunishmentinsuredachastenedpopulaceandgreaterorderinthelongrun.
Suchfirmnesswastheonlysanepolicy.Steadyguidancebyastronghand.Andifsome
malcontentscalledittyranny,theyshouldbedealtwith,swiftlyandjustlyandpublicly.When
enoughexamplesweremade…
“Adistinguishedmessengertoseeyou,mylord.”
ThewordsofFiran’sstewardbrokeintohisreverie.Hesmiled.“Iimagineitisacourier
bearingagratitudepaymentfromthegeneralandtheroyalcouncil.”
“No,mylord,ariderbringingaletterfromKnurl’swarden.Heoffersthese
credentials.”Intheservant’shandswasasheafofpapersbearinganofficialsealFiranhadnot
seeninyears.
Concealinghisembarrassedannoyanceoverhismistakenassumption,wishingforthe
thousandthtimethathisgiftsintheareaofclairvoyancematchedhisgiftsinotherareas,the
sorcererskimmedthedocument.
Neitherthestranger’snamenorhiscredentialsmeantanythingtoFiran.Hecertainly
couldputnofacetoit.Butthatshouldnotbesurprising.HehaddepartedKnurlnearlyforty
yearspast.Itwaslikelythatthewarden’smessengerhadbeenamerebabeinthosedays,not
someoneEarlTuralitan’ssecondsoneverwouldhavemet.
“Showhimin,”hesaidbrusquely,speakingmoreloudlythanhehadintended.“Ishall
learnnothingwhilethemanwaitsoutinthehall.”
Thestewardadmittedtheenvoyandhisthreeattendants,whocarriedsmall,costly
boxes,thesortwhichusuallycontainedgifts.Thestrangers’faceswerelinedwithfatigue,as
thoughtheyhadriddenmanyhourswithoutrest.Yet,significantly,theyhadtakentimeto
washawaythetraveldustanddressincourtiers’attirebeforepresentingthemselvestothe
wizard.Thefourbowedlowandremovedtheircaps.Thentheirleaderadvancedandknelt
beforeFiran’schair.
Puzzledbythisobsequiousbehavior,thesorcerergesturedimpatiently.“Well?Whathas
thewardentosaytome?”
“Mylord,heearnestlypraysthatyouwillreturntoKnurl.”
“AndwhatdoesRanaldhavetosayregardingthisinvitation?Iwouldnothavethought
myselfwelcomeinhistownship.”
“Heisdead,mylord.HedieduponthirdWaterdaylast.”
“Ofaburstbelly,nodoubt!”Firansaidwithadrylaugh.“Whenhefinallyexpired,he
musthaverequiredagravelargeenoughtoholdanox,eh?”
“Iknownot,mylord,”themessengersaidinobviousdiscomfort.“WardenRehajobade
meonlyinformyourlordshipthatyouarethesolesurvivingZal’honanheir.Hebegsyouto
claimyourinheritances--livings,lands,andallrightsofdominionoverus.”
“Soleheir?”Thewizardliftedaquestioningeyebrow.“Whatofmybrother’s
offspring?”
“Regrettably,mylord,noneofhischildrensurvivedhim.”theenvoysaid,signalinghis
attendantstocomeforward.Hurriedlytheykneltbesidehimandopenedtherichlyadorned
casketstheycarried.Eachchestheldjewels,gold,andsilver.
Gesturingtothesetreasures,themessengersaid,“Thewardenalsobademedeliveryour
lordship’staxesforthisseason.Webroughtfurtherrichgoods,whichwehaveleftinthe
keepingofyoursteward.Andwestabledtenpurebredhorses,thefinestinKnurl,withthe
mostreputablelocalhostler.Thesteedsawayyourlordship’sinspectionwhenitshallplease
you.Thewardenhopesyouwillfindthistributesatisfactory.”
Themessengerpausedtoclearhisthroat,thenwentonwithobviousuneasebutwith
equallyobvioussincerity,“Itisnotonlythewardenwhobeseechesyouthus,LordZal’honan.
AllhonestfolkofKnurlhopeforyourreturn.Please!Assumeyourrightfulplaceasourruler!”
Firaneyedtheenvoywarily.ConsideringhisrecentmusingsaboutRauxes,thiswasa
mosttimelyandamosttemptingoffer,butalsomostunusual.Asonwhohadbeendisowned
fourdecadespastwasnotacommonchoicetoinheritacrown.
Mentallypronouncinganincantationoftruth,Firanasked,“Whydoesthewarden
addressmethroughanemissary?Whydidhenotcomehimselfonamatterofsuchimport?”
Unabletospeakfalsely,themansaid,“Mylord,thewardenfearstoleaveKnurllest
disorderutterlydestroythecityandtownshipinhisabsence.”
“Destroythem?How?”
“Theearlyourbrotherneverreallygovernedus,”themessengersaid,aslight
expressionlessnesstheonlyevidenceoftheeffectsoftheincantation.“Thus,ofnecessity,
WardenRehajowasforcedtotakemanyoftheburdensofstateuponhimself,totheserious
neglectofhisownestate’saffairs.Butwitheachpassingyear,themalefactorshefoughtgrew
everbolder,likewolvesscentingweakenedandvulnerableprey.Theseevildoersknewthatthe
lawlimitedthewarden’spowers,andtheytookadveantageofthatfact.”
UnconsciouslyFiranhadclenchedhisfists,infuriatedbywhathewashearing.Whata
cruel,ironicjokefatehadplayedonKnurlandHouseofZal’honan!Irik,asconscientiousashe
hadbeenhandsome,wouldhaveruledcityandtownshipsuperbly,Firanwassure,buthehad
neverhadthechance. Theirfatherhadseentothat!Instead,RanaldtheGluttonhadbecome
earl--andhadwallowedinfeastmaking,indulgingtheappetitethathadeventuallykilledhim,
whilehiscityandtownshipfellvictimtopredators!Thefaithfulwardenhadstruggledtostave
offdisaster,sacrificinghisowninterestsintheeffortwhileRanaldatehiswayintoanoversized
grave,andhisresourcesandstrengthwerealmostatanend.
“ThesemalefactorswhothreatenedKnurl...whoarethey?Whatmannerofevildothey
commit?”Therewasdarkmenaceinthesorcerer’stone,andhispiercinggazeseemedtoimpale
themessenger.
Theattendantseyedtheircompanionfearfullyashecontinuedhisrecitationoftroubles
theyhaddoubtlessexpectedwouldremainunspokenuntilthewardenhimselfcouldreveal
them.“Banditsattackalmosteverycaravanusingourroads,mylord.Tradehasallbutcometo
astandstill.Thieveswholurkwithinourcitywallsharassandrobourmerchantsandcommon
folkatwill.Cutpurses,brawlers,andotherhumancarrioninfesteverystreet,makinglife
cheap.AndKnurl’sancientclanfeudshaveflaredintoopenwarfare;manyinnocentshavebeen
killedinthecrossfireoftheirmurderousclashes.Worstofall,thereare…”Evenunderthe
incantationoftruth,theenvoyhesitated,butfinallysuccumbed.“Therearethoseof...ofyour
profession,mylord.”
“Sorcerers,youmean?”Firaninquiredevenly.
“Yes,”theenvoyblurted,“butnotofyourstatureorhonor,mylord.They...theyare
certainlythedregsoftheprofession,asthoseotherswhopreyonusarethedregsoftheirown.”
“Goon,”Firansaidquietly.“Iwillnotbeoffended.Onthecontrary,Ihavejustdealt
withoneofmyprofessionwhoisdoubtlessofthetypeyoudescribe.Evenkidnappingwasnot
beneathhim.Unfortunately,therearemanywhodisgracethehonestandhonorable
practitionersofthearcanearts.”
Theenvoynoddedingratitude.“Theyhavefloodedinuponus,mylord,”hewenton,
lesshesitantlynow.“Asitbecomeknowninneighboringlandsthattheearlyourbrotherhad
smallconcernforourwoes,workersofsorceryjoinedtheotherevildoersinterrorizingour
citizensandfillingtheircoffers.
Whiletheenvoyspoke,Firan’smoodgraduallyshifted.Atfirsttherewasonlyrageat
whathisfatherandbrotherhaddone,whattheyhadallowedtohappentoKnurl,butthatwas
soonoverwhelmedbythedelectableironyofthesituation.Hisfatherwouldbespinninginhis
graveifheknewthatthedisownedsonandhisdespisedmagicalartswerebeingcalleduponto
savewhattheothersonhadletslipthroughhisgrease-stainedfingers.
“Thewardendidrighttosendyoutome,”Firansaid.“Itisunfortunatethatthelaw
forbadehimtodosobeforemybrother’sdeath.”
Freedfromthetrancehehadnotknownlayuponhim,themessengersaidhopefully,
“Mylord?YouwillcometoKnurl,then?”
“Andatonce!”Firanexclaimed,suddenlycaughtupintheexcitementofthechallenge.
“Plainly,ordermustberestoredtoKnurlasquicklyaspossible,beforeevenmoredamageis
done.Thewardencannotcontinuetofightsomanyenemiesalone,particularlynotwhen
somearepractitionersofthesameartsasmyself.Iwilldealwitht hosepersonally,andIwillhelp
thewardensmashalltheothertwo-leggedwolvesravagingmypeopleandmylands,”he
finished,smilinginamannerthatmadehislistenersgratefulthathisvengeancewasnottobe
aimedatthem.
*****
Earlythenextmorning,whilehisservantswerebeginningthepackingthatwould
doubtlessoccupythemforseveraldays,FiranpresentedhimselfatthepalaceinRauxesand,
aftermanyanattempttodissuadehimandafewtediousceremonials,hewasfreetodepart.
Theenvoyandhisattendants,whoweretobeFiran’smainescort,werewaitingwhenhe
emergedintothelatemorningsun,thetensteedstheyhadsoprescientlybroughthimfrom
Knurlsaddledandreadytogo.
HisSightrangingfarahead,Firanwaseasilyabletoavoidthefirstcoveyofassassins,
whohadsetupanelaborateambushonlyafewmilesfromRauxes.Hesmiledashesentword
backtoPrinceEdron,whowouldbeeagertorepayasmallpartofhisdebtforhisrescueby
leadingadetachmentofhisbesttroopstooverrunthewould-beambushers.
Thesecondgroupwashidden,sotheyvainlybelieved,inthethicketsoftheAdriForest
notfarbeyondEdgefield,wheretheonlyroadskirtedtheforestwellwithinarrowrange.Here
oneoftheroguewizardsthoughttousehisownsorcerouspowersintheengagement,buthe
wasnomoreeffectivethanthepathetichedgewizardwhohadfoolishlystoodagainstFiranin
Eastfair.
“Seetothetraitors’identities,”Firanorderedwhenalltheattackerslaydeadormortally
wounded,theirownarrowsturnedbackuponthem.“Iwouldknowthatnameofwhoever
wishedmedead.”Ashisfollowersobeyed,dealingmercifuldeathtothefewsurvivors,Firan
tendedtotheroguewizard,frozenandneardeathinthebacklashofhisownfeeblespells.
Therewas,however,nothinginhisthoughtsorknowledgeworthsalvaging.Evenhislife
energywasoddlytainted,sothatFiranletitdissipate,unhindered,intothedeath-ladenair.
Theenvoyreturnedfromhisgrimtasktoreport.“Theseassassinswereinthehireof
BaronSennefort,mylord.”
“Heisoneofthelargestthornsinthewarden’sside,ishenot?”Firansaidwithan
almostindiscerniblesmile.“Well,IwouldsaySennefort’spowerisdueforadownturn.
Doubtlessithasalreadybeengreatlydiminishedbythislittleencounter.Letusproceedonour
wayanddiscoverwhoelsehasinterestinstoppingmefromclaimingmyinheritance.”
ThegroupthatawaitedtheminthetinyvillageofStulwick,however,greetedFirannot
witharrowsandspellsbutwithcheersandshoutsofjoy.Thesamerumorsthathadledtothe
ambusheshadspreadtothegeneralpopulaceaswell,andthepeasantshadwatchedwith
trepidationasSennefort’smenhadmarchedthroughonlydaysearlier,arrogantintheir
confidencethattheycoulddealwithRanaldZal’honan’slong-lostbrotherwithease.The
villagers’joyuponlearninghowwrongSennefort’ssurlyandabusivetroopshadbeenwas
unbounded,andmanyjoinedthenewearl’sescort,someonhorsesmoreusedtoplowharness
thansaddle,othersontheirownsturdylegs.
Andsoitwasinthenextvillage,andthenext,andthenext,aswordofthenewearl’s
coming--andtheexaggerateddefeatsdealttotheforcesofBaronSennefortandtheother
villainoususurpers--ranbeforehim.BythetimeFiranreachedthecityofKnurl,hisescorthad
grownfifty-fold,enhancedbyanenthusiasticcivilianarmynotonlyofpeasantsandfarmers
butalsoofhonestnoblemen,youngandold,whohadbeenterrorizedandoustedfromtheir
ancestrallandsasKnurlhadbeendriveneverfurtherintochaos.
AbeleagueredWardenRehajoandadelegationofprominentloyalcitizensmetFiranat
thegatesofKnurl.Theagedsoldierdoffedhishelmetandspokeforall.“Welcome,Lord
Zal’honan!Howthistownshiphasprayedforyourstronghandtoguideus!”
“Itwasy ourstronghandsthatprotectedKnurlduringherlongtravail,Warden,”Firan
respondedgenerously,hisvoicecarryingtothefarthestreachesofthegatheringthrongs,“yours
andthehandsoftheseothergoodcitizens.Suchunflinchingloyaltyandcourageshallnotgo
unrewarded.”
“Mylord,theonlyrewardsweseekarepeaceandorderforourland.”
“Andyoushallhaveit,”Firanpromised,hisexpressionintent.“Untiltoday,youhave
beenmostunevenlymatchedinthisstruggle,Warden.Thebravestsoldierorcivilianisrarely
capableofdefeatingwizardsunaided.Buthenceforthweshallstrikethemhardonbothfronts,
withsorceryandwithforceofarmssogreatthat--”
AsuddenscreamcutacrosshiswordsasdozensofeyesleaptinterrorfromFrianand
thewardentothebattlementsabovethecity gates.Turning,Firansawthesourceoftheir
terror:Acloudthatcouldhavecomefromtheheartofthedarkestthunderstormboiledout
fromthosefortificationsandwasdescendingrapidly,nottowardthecrowdbuttowardthe
wardenandthenewearl.
Withouthesitation,FiransenthisSightplungingintotheroilingmiasmawhilehis
mortaleyes,nolongerblindedwhilehisSightwasabroad,spiedatinyfigurepeeringdown
fromthefarthestreachesofthebattlements,farfromthecitygates.Spearspointsand
billhooksraised,Firan’sself-appointedprotectorsgrewclosearoundhim,buthewavedthem
awayas,withinthedeadlycloud,hisSighttracedthetangledthreadsofpowerthatdroveit,
tracedthembackthroughflimsybarrierafterflimsybarriertothosewhohadcreatedand
launchedit.
Foramoment,hefelttheirfearastheysensedhisimmaterialpresence.Foranother
moment,hesavoredthatfearandletitbuild.
Then,astheroilingblacknesswasabouttoenvelophim,Firanseizedthosethreadsof
powerandsentthedeadlycloudflowingbacktowarditsnowterrifiedcreators.Vainlythey
triedtowrestpowerbackfromhim,thentothrowuptheshieldstoblockordivertit,but
whenitdescendeduponthem,theironlythoughtswereofescape.
Muffledscreamscamefromsomewherebeyondthebattlements,thensilence.
Andthefigureonthefarreachesofthecitywallturnedtoflee,thoughhesurelyknew
itwasuseless.
Firanreachedoutasifwithaninvisiblearmandpluckedthefigurefromthe
battlementsandbroughtittohang,helpless,abovethecrowd.
“BaronSennefort!”theenvoy,stillatFiran’sside,cried.
Amurmurarosefromthecrowd,thenadeafeningroarasarockeruptedfromthe
shoutingmass.Sennfortscreamedasitstruck,followedbyanother.Andanother.Thebarrage
continueduntilFiranraisedahand.
“Wedonotwishhisdeath…yet,”Firansaid.
“Please,myLordZal’honan!”Sennefortcriedthroughbloodlips.“Iswearuponmy
honor,Ididnot--”
“Youhavenohonortoswearby,Sennefort!”Firansaid,hisringingvoicecarryingtothe
edgesofthecrowdandbeyond.“Nowbesilent.Youwillnotspeakfurtheruntilyoulieinmy
dungeons.ThenIshallbidyourevealthenamesofallyourconspiratorsincrime.Whenthat
timecomes,youwilltellmeeverything,evenasyoubegfordeath.”
Withthat,Firanletthebaronfalltotheground,hismouthsealeduntilFiranchoseto
releaseit.Hegesturedtothewarden’smen.“Takehim!”
Asthegrimscenehadbeenactedout,thecrowdhadbeenrapt.Nowasingleagedvoice
spokeloudlyintothesilence.
“Azal’Lan,”itsaid,andagain,“Azal’Lan…”
Thenasecondvoicetookitup,andanother.
Foramoment,itsmeaningeludedFiran.Hehadnotheardthetermsincechildhood,
andthenonlyfromoneoranotherofhistutors.
Butthenitcamebacktohim.ItwasaterminoldOeridian,atermnotusedinhis
lifetimenorinthelifetimeofanyonenowliving.
FortherehadbeennoAzal’Laninhislifetime,norforacenturybefore.
Butnow…
AslowsmilespreadacrossFiran’shawklikefeatures.
Now,onceagain,therewas.
FiranZal’honan,A
zal’Lan.
Heraisedhisarmshighinacknowledgement.
Slowlythewordcametomoreandmorelips,asifemergingfromathousandmemories,
onebyone,untilitwasathunderouschant,apaeantowhathehad,inhislongabsence,
become.
FiranZal’honanhadcomehome.
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Intheyearsthatfollowed,FiransworefealtytothedistantMalachiteThrone,moreasa
matterofconveniencethanconviction.Asmallpercentageofthetaxesthatweregatheredand
evenasmallerlevyoftroopswassmallpricetopaytoavoidtheoccasionalscrutinyofthe
leadersofwhatamountedtoalooselyheldempire,leavinghimessentiallyfreetoruleashe
pleased.
AndwhatpleasedhimwastogovernKnurlwithahandthatwasundeniablyheavy.
Equallyundeniably,hisrulewasfairandequitable,forallknewthathiswizardrywassuchthat
thetruthcouldnotbehiddenfromhim.Onlythosewhofearedthetruthhadreasontofear
hispunishment.Many,however,werenotatfirstreadytosubjugatetheirwilltohis,nomatter
theresultsofsuchsubjugationwouldhavebeenintheirownbestinterests.Theclanswerethe
worstoffendersinthisregard,resentingastheydidthoselawswhichsuppressedtheirage-old
feuds,forcingthemtocoexistpeacefully.Theirresentments,however,werelargelykepthidden
afterthechieftainsoftwoofthemostresentfulandunrulyclanswereexecuted,slowlyand
publicly.
Priestswerealsotroublesomeatfirstintheirclosemindedoppositiontoallthings
magical,butonceitwascleartotheirfollowersthatpriestlymambojumbowasjustthat,
meaninglessnonsensethat,unliketheAzal’Lan’sspells,hadnoeffectontherealworld,their
numberdwindledprecipitatelyuntilthefewpriestswhoremainedwithinKnurlwerereduced
tobegginginthestreets.
Eventhefewremainingmalcontents,however,couldnotdenythatKnurlprospered
undertheruleoftheAzal’Lan.Therewaspeace.Tradethrived.Law-abidingcitizensweresafe
intheirhousesandwhentravelingthehighways.Criminalsallbutvanishedfromtherealm.
Thefewwhosurvived--whowerea llowedt osurviveasneededexamples,itwassaidby
some--hidinsewersandout-of-the-waydensandconstantlyfearedfortheirlives.Theyknew
thatthegallowsortheblockorfatesevenworseawaitedanyonefoolishenoughtoarousethe
Azal’Lan’swrath.
Intheeighthyearofhisreign,Firanturnedtomattersofdynasty.
Oflate,hehadbeguntonotethat,despitetherepeatedinfusionsoflifeenergy,the
signsofagingwerecominguponhim.Hisoutwardappearancewasstillthatofamantwenty
yearshisjuniorandshowednosignsofdeterioration,buthisphysicalvigorwasdecliningyear
byyear.HethoughtoftenofQuantarius’scrypticwarningaboutnotusinghispowerstocheat
deathandwasforcedfinallytoadmittohimselfthatsomeday,despitehispowers,hislifewould
cometoanend,perhapsnotintenyearsorevenahundred,butsometime.
Andwhenthattimecame,thethoughtofleavinghispeopleinthesamesituationhis
fatherandgluttonousbrotherhadlefttheminwasanathematohim.Theirloyaltydeserved
betterofhim.
Anheirwasrequired,asonwhosegrowthanddevelopmenthecouldguideandshape
untilhewascapableofrulingintheAzal’Lan’sstead.
Butselectingamatepresentedcertaindifficulties.Ifhechosefromamongthe
prominentlocalfamilies,inevitablyrivalclanswouldcry“favoritism!”Toavoidtheriskof
renewedcivilwarandtheresultantannoyanceofhavingtoputitdown,hedecidedtoseeka
wifeelsewhere.
Therewasnolackofcandidates,formanyprominentleadersofneighboringrealms
aspiredtobecomeAzal’Lan’sfather-in-law,whetherthedaughtersrelishedtheprospectofnot.
HewasbynowfearedandrespectedthroughouttheFlanaess,thoughcertainlynotlovedby
all.Nonetheless,aparadeofcourtierscametoCastleGaldliesh,eachboastingofhiscandidate’s
beautyandvirtue,ofherlargedowry,andofavaluabletradeormilitaryalliancethatwould
accompanythewomantohermarriagebed.Most,however,departedinhastyembarrassment
whensimpleincantationsoftruthrevealedtheirgrossexaggerationsandoutrightlies.
Butafewoftheenvoys,perhapsmoreawarethantheothersoftheAzal’Lan’sabilities,
spokethesametruthbeforeandaftertheincantations.
Andofthesefewspeakersofthetruth,themosttruthfulwastheambassadorfromone
CountDelaric.Healsorepresentedoneofthemostattractivecandidates,asevidencedbythe
miniaturehecarriedwithhimofthewould-bebride,apretty,slender,blue-eyedyoung
woman,hersharpfeaturesframedbygoldenhair.
“HernameisOlessa,yousay?”Firanaskedafteramoment’sstudyofthetinyportrait.
Delaric’sambassadorbowedlowandsaid,“yes,mylord.Lovely,isshenot?Andher
dowryisv erygenerous:fivethousandcrownsandnumerousbirthrightlandsandlivings.The
countherfatheralsoispreparedtosignatreatyofmutualdefense,drawinguponhisclose
bloodlinkswithrulinghousesfromKaportBaytoRauxes.”
“Later.Iammoreinterestedinhisdaughter’sfruitfulness.”
Theenvoysmiledconfidently.“TheLadyOlessaisdescendedfromamosthonorable
andfertilerace.Itsfemalesalwaysbearhealthysons.”
“Andsheisanxioustobearmine?”
Theenvoyhesitated.“Shewillobeyherfatherinallthings,”hesaiduneasily.
“Butnotwitheagerness?Isthatwhatyourwordssuggest?”Neveronetostepback
fromapotentialchallenge,Firanwasintrigued.Herewasachallengethelikeofwhichhehad
neverexperienced:thechallengeofwinningtheheartofareluctantwoman.Itwould,he
imagined,bemoredifficultthanthedefeatofarivalwizardoranyotheroperationonthe
battlefield,yetcertainlyachievable.
Theenvoyswallowednervously,thennodded.“Itistrue,”hesaid,“asyouwouldno
doubtsoonlearnelsewhere.TheLadyOlessaisenamoredofanother,butthecountwillnot
letthatstandinthewayofthisunion.Indeed,hehasopposedthatotherandwelcomesyour
attentions.”
“Isee,”Firansaidsoftly,andthen,afteramoment’sconsideration,“Verywell,giveme
thelockofherhairyouweretoldtobring.”
SinceFiranhadlocatedPrinceEdron,nearlyadecadehadpassed,andthesorcererhad
refinedhisabilityinsuchmattersevenfurther.Pressingthegoldenhaircloselyagainsthis
forehead,heloosedhisSight.
Withinmoments,whilehismortaleyescontinuedtokeepclosewatchonthedoor
throughwhichtheenvoyhadretreated,hisSightwassoaringthroughthecloudlesssky,unseen
andunhinderedbydistance.
Evenasheheardtheenvoybeginpacingnervouslybeyondthedoor,hisSightswooped
soundlesslyintoanapartmentinDelaricCastle,manyleaguesdistantfromKnurl.
Olessawasevenyoungerandfresherthanherportraitimplied.Butherbeautywas
temporarilymarredbytearsofangerashermaidtriedtocalmandcomforther.“There,there,
Precious,”theoldnursesaid.“Itisnogoodreddeningyoureyesthatway,mydear.Ifyour
fathercommandsit--”
“Iwillnotobey!”Olessawipedawayhertearswithaclenchedfist.“Ir efusetobesoldto
anagedcharlatanasthoughIwerenothingbuta--abroodmare!”
Sheshookherheadviolently,herblondetressesflying,“AndIwilln
otb
e!”shesaid,her
voiceloweringinvolumebutnotinintensity.“Tomorrownight,Eritai,Iescapefromthis
horridplace!Parrashaseverythingplanned.Atfulldark,Iwillslipoutofthecastlethroughthe
secretgateinthegarden.Parrasshallhavefasthorseswaitingjustbeyondthewalls,andwewill
ridelikethewindtothenorthcountry,whereFather’spatrolscannotreachus!Oh,promise
youwillhelpus,Eritai!Andthatyouwillkeepoursecret!IfFatherlearnsofourplans--”
“Hewillnot,Precious,notfrommylips!Butconsiderwhatyouaredoing…”
Olessa’snaiveromanticismamusedFiran.Itwouldindeedbeachallengetonotonly
winherheartbutalsotomoldthatstarry-eyedgirlintoawifeworthyoftheAzal’Lan.He
wouldtutorherpatiently,aslongasneeded,guidinghertoamatureunderstandingofhimand
theworld.Hewouldbeginwiththeeasiesttask,thatofdisabusingherofthefalsebeliefthathe
wasa“charlatan.”Oncehistruenaturewasmadecleartoher,hertractabilityinotherareas
shouldincreasemarkedly.
Butevenbeforethat,therewasapurelypracticalmattertobedealtwith.
LettinghisSightfadefromhisconsciousness,hecalledloudlyfortheenvoytoreturn.
“DoyouknowofParrasofDelaric?”heaskedastheenvoyreenteredtheroom.
Theambassadorblinked,obviouslystartled.“How--”hebegan,butcuthimselfoff.
“HeisBaronVenturian’sfourthson,”hesaidwarily.
“Ofgreatimport?”
Theambassadorshookhishead.“Hisfamilyhassomemodestcountryholdingsandan
adequatepedigree,buttheylackanytruesignificanceinouraffairsofstate.”
“ThenIimagineyourmasterwillhavefewregretswhenthisinsignificantfourthson
ceasestoappearatcourt--particularlywhenyourevealtothecountthattheyoungvillainwas
planningtospirittheLadyOlessaawayashisbride.”
Theenvoy’sjawdropped.“Mylord,itisindeedParrasofwhomtheLadyOlessais
foolishlyenamored,buthowdidyouknow?”
Firansmiledthinly.“Fewthingsarebeyondmyken,Ambassador.”
Theenvoyswallowedaudibly.“Whenisthis--thiselopementtobe?”
“Theyhaveplansfortomorrownight.”
“Thenwearelost!MyswiftestcouriercouldnotreachDelaricinlessthantwodays,my
lord!Icannotwarnthecountintimeto--”
“Calmyourself,”Firansaiddryly.“Withyourableassistance,Iwilldealwiththematter
myself.Youmayinformthecountofwhatwehavedoneherewhenyoureturn.”
“ButIdonotunderstand!”theambassadorprotested.
“Norneedyou.”
Withoutwarning,thesorcerersplayedouthisspideryfingersacrossthestartledenvoys’
forehead.
“Concentrate,”hetoldtheman.“YouhavevisitedtheVenturianestates,haveyounot?
Thenconcentrateonthem.Thinkofnothingelse.”
Theenvoy,heartpounding,triedtodoashewasinstructed,andeventuallythesorcerer
said,“Good...thatisgood.Ishallhavenodifficultyinlocatingtheyoungman.”Hereleasedthe
ambassadorandstoodback.
“Now,go!BeonyourwaytoinformyourmasterofParras’streachery.Informhimalso
thatOlessaismychosenbride.”
Firansmiledinsatisfactionastheambassadorscurriedfromtheroom.Then,aftera
leisurelysatingofhispalatewiththefinestvintagesandanassortmentofcostlydainties,he
sentforthhisSighttolocatetheupstartParrasVenturian.
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WhenthefourthsonofBaronVenturiandiedinamysterioushuntingaccident,Olessa,
asFiranhadforeseen,wasshatteredbygrief.Ashehadnotforeseen,however,sheflatlyrefused
herfather’sorderswhenthecount,ignoringherscreamsandtears,orderedhertopreparefor
travel.Whensherefused,thecountproceededtohavehisdaughterbeatenintoobedience,but
herpunishmentwascutshortwhenFiran’sSightcameuponit.Inamoment,theeffectsofthe
beatingswereliftedfromOlessa’sbodyandheapedupontheonewhohadadministeredthem.
ThisactiondidconvinceherthatFiranwasno charlatan,butitdidlittletowinher
heart.“Ifyoutrulydesiremygratitude,myLordAzal’Lan,”shesaidcoldlytotheghostly
imagehehadprojectedintoherroom,“resurrectParrasandreunitemewithhim.”
“Somethingsarebeyondevenmypowers,”hetoldher,withdrawingtoallowherto
grievealone,neglectingtotellherthat,regardlessofhispowersandherpleas,herwould-be
loverwouldremainforeverbeyondherreach.
Amonthhewaited,showeringherwithgifts,hopingstillthatshewouldcometoher
senses,butitwasnottobe.Intheend,onlythecount’sthreatsoftortureanddeath,not
againstherbutagainstEritai,theoldnurseandheronlytrueconfidante,weresufficientto
sendherforthtoKnurl,doweredandcloselyguardedbyapickedarmyofretainerswhose
loyaltytoherfatherandtotheAzal’Lanwasunquestioned.
Azal’Lan’stownshipofKnurl,allunknowing,greetedhisbetrothedwithjoyous
festivalsthatlastedforweeks.Oddly,thoughsherefusedtowarmtohersoon-to-begroom,her
smiles whenshewasinthecompanyofthefestival-goersweregenuine,andtheyinturncame
quicklytoadoreher.
Theformalceremonies,however,werefarfromjoyous.Conductedwithconsiderably
moredecorum,theywereheldintheprivacyofCastleGaldliesh,witnessedonlybytherichest
andmostinfluential,withwhomOlessa,thoughshealwaysmaintainedacivildemeanor,was
obviouslylessenamoredthanshewaswiththepeasantsinthestreets.
Sheevenseemedindifferenttothepricelessclothofgoldinwhichshewasattiredandto
thefortuneingemsthatFiranhadbestoweduponher.
Thetruehollownessofhistriumph,however,wasmadecleartohimonthewedding
nightandmanynightstofollow.Thoughheveiledhimselfandtheirprivateroomsinamagical
glamourcalculatedtoarouseanywomantotheheightsofpassion,hisbridelayinhisarmslike
amarblestatue.ItwasonlyforthesakeofEritai’scontinuedwell-beingthatshesubmittedto
him,andnotevenhisspellscouldcoaxanyshowofgenuineaffectionfromher.Even
bestowinggallows-gatheredlifeenergyupontheoldnursehadnoeffect,andhesoonbeganto
suspectthatwinningherheartwasonechallengehewouldneverbeabletomeet.
Evenmoredisturbingwasthefactthatshedidnotconceive.Evenheradamantine
unresponsivenesscouldbetoleratedifonlyshegavehimason.Tothatend,heconsulted
endlesschirurgeonsandwitchesadeptinwomen’smysteries,buttonoavail.Evenhisownvast
arsenalofsorceryproducednodiscernibleresults.
Still,hewasnoonetosurrendereasilyorquicklyoncehehadacceptedachallenge.
Additionally,insharpcontrasttoherprivatedemeanor,herpublicfacewasfaultless,
particularlywhendealingwiththepeasantry.Amongthatfickle-mindedgroup,shewas
equallyaspopularashe,perhapsevenmoreso,andheknewthattodiscardherandchoose
anotherwouldnotbeaccepted.Hecould,ofcourse,proceedinthefaceoftheirangerandthat
ofherfatherandhisallies,citingherbarrennessasgoodandsufficientreason,buthepreferred
otherwise.
Astheweeksbecamemonthsandthemonthsgatheredintoyears,hisbafflementand
irritationturnedintofrustratedagner,butthatangeronlyincreasedhisdetermination,
particularlyonthoseoccasionswhenOlessawouldsaydisingenuously,“Perhapsitisthewillof
thegodsthatIambarren.”
“YouhaveseentheesteeminwhichIholdthemandtheirpriestlyrepresentatives,”he
said,hisvoiceladenwithsarcasmasherecalledwithlong-heldragethedeathofhisbrother.
Essentiallythesameexchangewasmadeahundredtimes,untilonedaysomethinghe
hadnotseenbeforeglitteredinthedepthsofherblueeyes.“Ifthefaultliesnotwiththegods,”
sheaddedwiththefaintesttraceofasmile,“thenperhaps,sinceyourphysiciansandwitches
havefoundnofaultwithme,myfailuretoconceiveisthefaultofanother.”
Foramoment,herwordswereameaninglesspuzzletohim,butwhentheirmeaning
becameclear,hismindreeled.
Wasitpossible?Fearwasasuddenacheinhisbelly.C
ouldtheblamebehis?His
physicianshadnotinvestigatedthatpossibility,norcouldthey.Neitherwasthereaspellto
determinesuchthings,atleastnonethathehaddiscovered.
“MayIgo,mylord?”sheaskedquietly.“Ihaveaconsort’sdutiestoperform--a
gatheringthisafternoonoftheHonoredMatronsofKnurl.”
Smotheringacurse,hewavedhisassentandwatchedherdescendthetowerstairs.She
movedataleisurelypace,regal,cool,anduntouchable,caringnotthatshehadshakenhimto
hiscore.
Andheremembered,withouteverhavingforgotten,thatQuantariushadbeen
childless.“Mylifewasnotonethatcouldbewellsharedwithawife,”theoldsorcererhadsaid
dismissively,andFiranhadthoughtnothingofit.
Butnow…
Nowhecouldthinkofnothingelse.
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Slowlythemonthsandyearscreptby.
Adecadepassed,oneoffairlysteadyprogressforKnurl,occasionallypunctuatedby
internalfeudingandbrief,violentexternalupsets.Noneoftheseeventsseriouslytroubled
Firan’srule,forhisartswereequaltosuchpettychallenges.Hispeoplewereproudoftheir
Azal’Lan,thefirsttoruleinthelandformorethanacentury.Thelawwasscrupulously
obeyed,particularlyintheaftermathofoneofFiran’snotoriouslyharshpublicpunishments
ofcondemnedcriminals.TheMalachiteThrone,morethancontentwiththetaxesherendered
andthelevieshesenttoserveintheoverlord’sforces,neverinterfered.Neighboringrulesboth
enviedandfearedhim.
Andyetheknewnopleasureinlife,knowingthat,unlesshesucceededinproducing
andproperlyraisinganheir,hewouldbenobetterthanhisfatherorhisunlamented,
gluttonousbrother.
Outwardlyuncomplaining,Olessaaccompaniedhimonnumeroussecrethunts
throughthedepthsofherbloreanddarkermagics.Shewillinglydrankfoulpotionsand
enduredgrotesqueexperiments,asdidhe,intheirfutileeffortstoengenderanheir.So-called
expertsboastingofmasteryintheseartsdiedbythedozen,oftenatFiran’sownhands,forthat
wassometimestheonlysolacetohisfuryandanguishinthewakeofyetanotherfailure.
Heimaginedthathissubjectswerelaughingbehindhisbackandmakingcrudejokesat
hisexpense.Thethoughtwasaknifeinhisvitals,rackinghimwithchagrin.Themighty
Azal’Lan,whocoulddestroymenwithacrookofhisfinger,unabletosireasontorulewhen
hewasgone!
Inhisdesperation,hewentsofarastobespellahaplesspeasantwomanalreadyproven
fertileandtakehiswillofher.Ifhecouldbegetabastardfromher,thenhewouldknowthat
thefaultafteralllaywithOlessaandwouldknowthathemustdiscardher,nomatterhow
muchupsetitwouldcause.
Butthepeasantwomandidnotconceive,notevenafternumerousattempts.Unlikethe
boastfulexperts,shewasallowedtolive,withonlyhermemoryoftheincidentsremoved.
Firanfilledhisdaysandnightswithmattersofstateandsorcery,studying,practicing,
honinghisarts,searchingoutnewknowledge,everinhopesoffindingtheonebitthatwould
salvagehislifeandgiveitmeaning.Butacquiringknowledgegavesatisfactioninandofitself,
trulytheonlyrealsatisfactionhecouldfindnow.
Andthen,inthetwenty-fifthyearofhisreignandtheseventeenthofhisbarrenand
lovelessmarriage,hestumbleduponapricelessbitofmagic.Itsoriginswerelost,buthe
suspectedithadbeencreatedbyajealousman.Withthisspell,awizardcouldtraphiswife’s
entirepasthistoryinamirrorofpolishedobsidian.Inthatglisteningblackglass,hecouldthen
discovertheonethinghemostdesiredtoknowaboutthatwoman--theidentitiesofparamours
orwhetherornotshehadbetrayedhimtohisfoes,forexample.Whenhehadpinpointedwhat
hesought,thepractitionercouldeitherdestroyhiserringspouseorsimplyerasetheevent
itself,makingitasthoughithadneverbeenexceptforaslowlyfadingmemory.
Astrangespellindeed,Firanreflected,thoughhedidnotexpectittobeofanygreat
use.UntilhehadfoundthatthereasonforOlessa'sinabilitytoconceivewasnotwithinherself
butwithinhim,hewouldhavefallenonthisbitofmagicwithgladcries,butnomore.Still,his
curiosityerodedhimon,andhefocusedhiswillandspokethewordstoinitiatethisoddmagic.
Whatwouldtheglassdecidehemostdesiredtoknow!Intrigued,hepeeredintently
intotheshiningdarknessandsawayoungerOlessahuddledinfurtiveconferencewithagypsy.
Theirvoicessoundedeerilyinsubstantial,likereflectionsofthetinyimagesthemselves,and
Firanstrainedtohearwhattheysaid.
“Oncethisisdone,youcannotundoit,”thegypsywarned.Sheglancednervouslyover
hershoulderandadded,“Ilikenotthismeeting.Ifthewizardwhowouldhaveyouforhis
bridediscoversus--”
“Icarenot,”Olessasaid,tossingaheavypurseontothetable.“Thereismoresilverthan
youcanearnelsewhereinalifetime.Makemebarrenandresistanttoallhisloathsome
enchantments,andtobedoublysure,makehimunabletobegetachildaswell.”Shebowed
herheadandweptsosoftlythesoundwaslostintheobsidian.“Mydearestwishwastobear
Parrasason.Butheisdead,andmyfatherhasbetrayedme.Myonlywishnowisthatmy
wombremainemptyuntilIjoinParrasinanotherlife.ItistheonlywayIcanhonorhimnow.”
Andthegypsy,afteradiscreetglanceintothepurse,began.
Whentheimagesfaded,Firanwasspeechlesswithrage,hisfistsclenchedsotightly
bloodtrickledfromhispalms.
Allthosebarrenyears!Thetorturehehadundergone!Allbecauseofgypsymagic
workeduponafoolish,grievingyoungwoman!
Butitwasnottoolate,nowthatheknewthesecret…
Withsupremeeffort,hemasteredhisangerandmurmuredthewordsthatcompleted
themirrorspellanderasedfromrealitytheeventsithadjustdisplayed.
AndOlessawasnolongerbarren.
AvengefulsmilebloomedonFiran’ssharpface.Hiswife,lovelystill,hadneverdenied
himhisconjugalrights,thoughhehadalmostabandonedthatprivilegeduringtheselastfew
years.Tonighthewoulddemandthemonceagain.Shewouldprobablybesurprised,butnotas
surprisedasshewouldbewhentheoutcomebecameapparent.
Andlestshethenseektoundohisworkasamagicianandaman…
Firanfocusedanew,weavinganunbreakablecharm,ensuringthatoncewithchild,
Olessam
ustcarryittotermanddeliveritsuccessfully.Seventeenyearshadbeenwasted,buthis
treacherouswifenowwasunderanabsolutecompulsiontobearthesonhewouldsiretonight.
Forthefirsttimeinallthoseyears,hisheartwasfilledwithacold,controlledjoyas
visionsofOlessa’spaymentforhercrimedancedinhismind.
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Thepregnancywasdifficult,andFiranmadeitnoeasier.Knowingthatthememoryof
herdealingswiththegypsywouldfadeunlessitwereconstantlyrenewed,heremindedher
dailyandgloatedofhisfinalvictory.Eachreminderonlyredoubledherdesiretodestroythe
thingthatgrewwithinherwomb,butthespellwastoostrong,evenasherangerand
frustrationgrewduringthoseninemonthstomatchwhatFiranhadexperiencedforthelast
seventeenyears.Evenso,shemaintainedthesameadamantinesilencethatshehadmaintained
throughoutalltheyearsoftheircouplings.
Thelaborwaslongandevenmoredifficultthanthepregnancy,thoughFiran’sspells
couldeasilyhaveeasedherpain.Intime,themidwivesbegantofearforherlife,buthewas
unmoved.
“Nomatter,”hesaidgrimly,“solongasmysonsurvives.”
Whenitwasclearthatthemomentwasimminent,heleanedclosetohersweat-streaked
face,twistedinagonybytheeffortthathisspellswereforcinguponher.
“Thereissomethingelseyoushouldknow,”hewhispered.“ThedeathofyoungParras
wasnotanaccident,norwasitthedoingofyourfather.Itwasmineandminealone,donewith
thesamemagicthatnowforcesyoutobearmyson.”
Thestoneandicewithwhichshehadsheathedherspiritforseventeenyearscracked
withaterriblescream,andeventhespellsFiranheldherunderwerenotenoughtokeepher
fromthrashingwildlyasshehurledcursesathim.Onlythecombinedstrengthofthemidwives
couldpinherbodilyuntilthefragileburdensheborecouldemerge.
Withherlastbreath,shespatathisvulpineface,thesalivaequallymixedwithblood.As
shefellback,hertangledgoldenhairfurtherdampeningthepillowalreadystainedwithher
blood,therewasatinywail,growinglouderandstrongerwitheachsecond.
Themidwivessobbed,grieving,evenastheyswaddledatinyred-facedlumpof
humanity--thesonshehadbeenforcedtodietobringforth.
Thechiefmidwifeheldoutthelong-soughtchild,andFirangatheredthebabyintohis
arms.Adoringlyhegazedatthewizenedlittleface.
“Irik,”hemurmured,nuzzlingtheinfant’sdelicatelysoftface.“YournameshallbeIrik,
thesameasmydearlostbrother,IrikZal’honan,sonofFiranZal’honan,Azal’LanofKnurl.”
Hiscourtiersclearedapathtotheadjacentbalcony,andFiransteppedouttotherailing.
HecradledthenewborninhisarmsandpresentedKnurl’snextrulertoacheeringpopulace.
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Irik’searlychildhoodwasaspecialtimeforFiran,ahavenamidtheturmoilofsteadily
increasingpoliticaltensions.Astheyearspassed,theboynotonlycametoresemblehis
namesakephysicallybutalsotoexhibitthesamesunnygoodnature.Everyonelovedthelad.
Thoughhedidnotinherithisfather’sgiftforsorcery,Irikwashighlyintelligentand
quicktolearn.However,tohisfather’sdismay,hecouldalsobeidealisticallystubborn,not
unlikehislatemother.Healsoseemedtohaveinheritedherpreferenceforthecompanyof
peasantstothatofthemorehighborn,andnomatterwhatlecturesFirandelivered,nomatter
whatpunishmenthemetedout,theboywouldnotyieldtothatpreference.
ThefirsttimeFiranbecameseriouslyconcernedfortheboy,however,wasshortlyafter
histenthbirthday,onthedayanobjectlessonwastobedeliveredtocertainincreasingly
fractiousclans.
Afteronlyfiveyearsofpeaceamongtheclans,pettyfightinghadonceagainbroken
out,andayoungboyofIrik’sage,belongingtoneitherclan,hadbeenkilledbyanarrowmeant
foranother.Withinhours,Firanhadsummonedtheleadersofthetwoclanswhosemembers
hadbeeninvolvedandgiventhemachoice:offeruponewholoosedtheerrantarroworoffer
upthemselves.Whileone,thoughscowling,scurriedofftolocatetheguiltyparty,theother,
whosememorywasobviouslyevenshorterthanhistemper,wasdefiant.
Thenextday,Frianannouncedadoubleexecution,tobeheldinthetownsquareforall
tosee.Attendancebyallclanleaderswithinaday’sridewasmandatory,aswasattendanceby
allmembersofthetwoclanswhosearrowshadclaimedtheinnocentboy’slife.
Itwastime,Firandecided,forhisson’sseriouseducationtobegin.Itwasparticularly
appropriateforhimtobearwitnesstothisexecution,hethought,becauseIrikhad,albeit
againsthisfather’swishes,beenacquaintedwiththeslainboy.
ButtoFiran’sdismay,Irikwasfarfromappreciativeofthefactthatjusticewasbeing
done.Instead,despitehisfather’ssternadmonitions,hehidhisfaceastheonewhohadloosed
thefatalarrow--aheadstrongyoungmanofseventeen--washavinghislifesnuffedoutbyan
arrowdrivenintohisheartbythefatheroftheslainboy.Norwouldheuncoverhiseyeswhen
theshort-temperedclanleadermethismoreconventionalfateatthehandsoftheheadsman.
“Youcannothidefromtheworld,”FiranlecturedsternlyastheyreturnedtoCastle
Galdliesh.“Norcanyoushirkyourresponsibilitytothatworldanditspeople,asdidmy
brother.Withoutaleader--as trongleader,andjust--theordinaryfolkarehelpless.Openyour
eyes,boy!Borderraidersplagueus,andBoneMarchandNyrondareconstantlyrattlingtheir
sabers,astheywilldoubtlesscontinuetodo.Andevenifthoseexternalthreatswereremoved,
evenifthepeoplewerenotvictimizedandpreyeduponbyvillains,theywouldflounderand
fallvictimtotheirownweaknesses.”
HeregaledtheboywithtalesofthechaosthatRanald’sneglecthadledto,thechaos
thatonlyFiran’sownfirmhandhadbeenabletoquell.
Buttheboyseemedunmovedbyhisfather’sreasoning,notonlyintheaftermathofthe
executionhehadrefusedtowatchbutalsoforthreelongyearsafter.Morethanonce,ashis
fathertriedtodiscussupcomingdecisionswiththeboy,Irikpleadedforleniencyforonepetty
lawbreakerafteranother.Hecontinuedtorefusetoobservethepunishment,whetheritbethe
headsman’sblockorasimpleflogging,unlesscompelledbyminorenchantments.
Andthesunnydispositionthathadbeenthechild’shallmark,andFiran’sdelight,for
thefirstyearsofhislifefadedintounrelentinggloom.
Firanbegantodespair.Hedoubtedthat,evenwiththecontinuinginfusionsoflife
energy,therewouldeverbeanotherheirtotheZal’honanname.Heevenconsidered
enchantments,thoughheknewthatsuchthingscouldbringaboutonlyobedience,nota
changeintheboy’sheart.Andwithoutsuchachange,Irikwouldneverbecapableofruling.
Hissoftheart--hisw
eakness--wouldmakeeventheday-to-daydecisionsimpossibleforhimto
makelogically.
Butthen,afewdaysaftertheboy’sthirteenthbirthday,attheexecutionofapettythief
whosenameFirancouldnotevenremember,everythingchanged.AsFiranwaspreparingthe
smallenchantmentthatwouldkeephisson’seyesopenandtrainedontheblock,Irikshookhis
head.
“Yourcompulsionwillnotberequired,Father,”hesaidquietly.
Firan’sheartleaped.Hadtheboyfinallycometohissenses?
“Youarewillingtoobservethepunishment?”Firanasked,skepticalinthefaceofhis
hopes.
“Iam,”theboysaidsolemnly,hisblueeyesharderthanhisfatherhadeverseenthem.
“Isthereareasonforthischangeofheart?”
Theboyswallowedandnodded.“Theonetodieisknowntome,Father,asisthe
reasonforhiscrimes.Itisasyouhavesooftensaid:Hewishedtopreyuponthoseweakerthan
himself.”
“Andhowdidyoureachthisconclusion?”
“Hetoldmesohimself,notinwords,perhaps,butinhisactions.”
“Andyounowfeelhedeserveshisfate?”
Theboyswallowedagain.“Ifearthathedoes,thoughIsurelytakenojoyinthatfact.”
Firannodded.“Norshouldyou.Deathisasolemnbusiness.Theonlyjoyonecantake
intoday’sdisplayisthattheexampleitsetskeepsothersfromfollowingthesamepathinto
thievery.”
“Ipraythatitdoes,”Iriksaid,hishardblueeyesreturningnowtotheblockandthe
waitingheadsman.
Inlightofthesuddenchange,Firanconsideredanenchantmenttoverifythetruthof
hisson’swords,buthecouldnotbringhimselftopronouncetheincantation,perhaps--though
hecouldneveradmitittohimself--becausehefearedwhatthattruthmightprovetobe.
Hewouldwatchclosely,andiftheboywavered,gaveanyindicationofweakness,there
wouldbetimeaplentyforwringingthetruthfromhim.
GraduallyFiran’sskepticismfadedastheboyremainedsteadfastinhisnewfound
commonsenseandbegantotakeaninterestintheaffairsofgovernment,somethingFiranhad
vainlytriedtoencourageforyears.Goneforgood,however,wasthesunnydispositionthathad
dominatedtheboy’searlyyears,andwhileFiranoftenregretteditsabsence,hesoondecided
thatitwasmorethanafairtradeforwhathadbeengained:asenseofresponsibility,afeeling
forjustice,anabilitytofaceanddealwiththeharshrealitiesoflife.Allwereabsoluteessentials
fortheonewhowouldonedayruleKnurl,indeedforanyonewhoaspiredtoruleanycountry,
nomatterhowlargeorsmall.
AndKnurl,despiteeverythingFiranhaddone,wasbecomingincreasinglydifficultto
rule.Hisedictsnolongerquelledtheunrestastheyhadintheearlieryearsofhisreign.The
severestpunishmenthadlessandlesseffect.Publicexecutions,oncehismosteffectivetool,
begantofailhim.Insteadofinspiringfearandcautioninall,theyinexplicablyseemedtobreed
onlyincreasedresistance,evenamongthefamiliesoftheexecuted.Rebellionseethedbelowthe
surfaceofKnurl’sbodypoliticlikeafesteringwound,toodeepandtooinflamedforevenhis
sorcerytofullycontrol.
Despitethedifficulties,however,Firanwasatlastcontent,knowingthathissonwasat
hissideinallthingsandwouldbe,inspiteofalackofsorceroustalent,aworthysuccessor.
Butthen,daysbeforeIrik’snineteenthbirthday,Firan’schiefofsecuritycametohim,a
lookofuneaseonhisweatheredfeaturesasFiranlookedupfromthediplomaticlettershewas
reading.
“Well?Whathaveyoutoreport?”
“Asyouknow,mylord,wehavebeeninvestigatingaconspiracywhoseeventualaimwas
tosmuggleanumberofNyrondesetraitorsoftheclanKirilarienacrossthebordertotheir
home.”
Firannoddedimpatiently.Itwasamatterofsmallimport,whetherahalfadozen
minortroublemakerswerecaughtandexecutedorescapedtoNyrond,wheretheywouldmake
nomoretrouble.Dozenhadalreadybeendispatched,andtheirmovementwasdying.
“Itakeityoucapturedthem?”Firanpromptedirritably.“Elsewhyareyouhere?”
Thechiefnodded,shiftinghisfeetnervously.“Oneandall,”hesaid.“Thesorcererwe
engagedwasabletousethespellyouprovidedwithutmosteffectiveness.Theirsenseof
directionwascompletelyaddled,justasyousaiditwouldbe,mylord.Theywanderedabout
aimlessly,likeantswhosenesthasbeentroddenupon.Itwasasimplemattertoroundthem
up.”
“Verygood,”Firansaid,turninghisattentionbacktohispapersindismissal.“Deal
withthemaswehavealreadydealtwiththeircomrades.”
“Ifearthereismore,mylord,”thesecuritychiefsaid,anunsteadinesscreepingintohis
voice.
“Well?”Firansnapped,lookingupagain.“IfthereissomethingyoufeelImustbetold,
thentellme!”
Thechiefclearedhisthroat,workingupthecouragetospeak.“Thereweremorethan
thehalfdozenweanticipated,mylord.TherewerenearlyascoreofNyrondese,includingthe
leaderoftheclan,and--andtheywerebeingescortedbynearlyadozenofourown,including
membersofthenobility,someofextremerankandimportance.”
Firanscowled.“Doyouhavedoubtoftheirguilt?”
“None,mylord,but--”
“Thenyourcourseisclear.Theywillbepubliclyexecuted,ashavethosebeforethem.”
Thechiefwasalmosttremblingnow.“Ihavebroughtoneofthemhere,mylord.I--I
didnotfeelitmyplaceto--”
“Itisnotyourplacetocontinuetestingmypatience!Now,whatisityouwish?Iaskfor
thelasttime,beforeyournameisaddedtotheheadman’slist!”
Thechieffrozeforaninstant,thendrewhimselftorightattention.Inaloudvoice,he
called,“Chetan,bringintheleaderoftheconspirators!”
Thedoorthechiefhadenteredthroughminutesbeforeswungopen,andFirangasped,
asifstruckbyamightyblow.
Hishandsbound,hisheadheldhigh,IrikZal’honansteppedintotheroombeforethe
quakingChetan.
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Thecastlegatesswungopenatdaybreak,andthepeopleofKnurlpouredintothe
courtyardathousandstrong.Themorningsun,barelyclearoftheeasternhills,gavethecastle
towersanominouslybloodtingeas,intheshadowsbelow,theheadsman,hiscraggyfacebare
oftheusualleathermask,massiveaxerestingrigidlyoverhisshoulder,stoodwaitingonthe
broadgraniteterracethatoverlookedthecourtyard.Theanticipatorymurmurofthecrowd
echoedfromtheparapetsasthefirstinthehumanwavehaltedatthefootofthestepslessthan
adozenyardsfromthewoodenchoppingblocksthatlinedtheedgeoftheterrace.
Whenthecourtyardwasfilledandthelaststraggleredgedinandstoodpressedagainst
thecoldstoneoftheouterwall,asmallwoodendooropenedatthebaseofthecastlewall
belowandtotheleftoftheterrace.Onebyone,theiranklesshackled,theprisonersemerged
andlaboriouslytrudgedupthenarrowstepstotherearoftheterraceandthenacrossthebroad
expansetowheretheirassignedblockswaited.Onebyone,fetteredbythechains,theylurched
intoakneelingpositionbehindtheblocks.
Exceptforone.
Tallandbeardless,hisblondhairfallinglooseoverhisforehead,thefinalprisoner,his
legsunshackled,crossedtothefinalblockandstooderect,hiseyesstaringovertheheadsofthe
crowd.
Aloudermurmurspreadthroughthecrowdasfirstone,thenanother,recognizedthe
Azal’Lan’ssonandhastilynudgedhisneighbor.
Slowlythesuncrepthigher,theshadowofthecourtyardwallretreatingdownthefront
ofthecastleandthen,evenmoreslowly,acrosstheterracetowardthekneeling,sometimes
tremblingprisoners.
Finally,whenthefirstrayofthesunstrucktheheadsman’saxe,thecrimsondrapesat
therearoftheroyalbalconypartedforaninstant,thenflowedtogetherasiftheyhadnever
beenapart.TheAzal’Lan,hisjeweledcrownglintinginthesunlight,thicklyfurredrobe
gatheredabouthisshoulders,stoodforamomentlookingaroundthecrowdedcourtyard.His
eyesdriftedacrossthelineofprisoners,pausingonlymomentarilyontheonewhoremained
standing.
Henoddedattheheadsman.
Themurmurofthecrowdbecameamuffledroar.
Anditbegan.
Eachtimetheaxefellandabodywentlimp,theheadsmackingontothegraniteterrace,
thesoundsofthecrowdbecamelouderandmoreexuberant,buildingtoascreamingchantof
approval.
Whenfinallytheheadsman,hisbootsslickwithblood,cametothelastblock,ahush
felloverthecrowd.Irikstoodstraight,hiseyesstillstaring,unseeing,outoverthemasses,
waitinfortheordertokneel.Theheadsmanlookednervouslytowherethekingstillstoodon
thebalcony,alonebeforethedrawncrimsondrapes.
Forafullminute,thetableauheld,theonlysoundtheanticipatoryshiftingofa
thousandpairsoffeet.
AbruptlyAzal’Lan’srobepartedandaraisedrighthandemerged,palmout,an
unmistakablegesturetostaytheaxe.Adisappointedmurmurrosefromthecrowdwhilethe
headsman,unabletorepressasighofrelief,slumpedmomentarily,thenstiffenedtoawait
dismissal.
Butitdidnotcome.
Instead,Azal’Lanturnedsharply,thrustasidethedrapes,andstrodefromthebalcony.
Puzzledandnervous,theheadsmanwaited.Themurmurfromthecrowdgrewtoarumble.
Nearthefarendofthelineofblocks,oneofthebodiesspasmedinexplicably,itshandslapping
againstitsfallenhead,sendingitboundingbloodilydownthesteps.Screams,notofapproval
thistime,rosefromthecrowd,andthewallofpeopleinthefrontsurgedbackwardin
movementsasspasmodicasthoseofthebody,forcingthoseattherearhardagainstthewall,
gaspingforbreath.
Theheadcametorestinashallowdepression,wheretheclosesthadstoodwatchingthe
axefall.Itseyes,jarredopenbythetumble,staredblindlyupattherestreatingspectators.
Thehugeoakandironcastledoorcreakedandstirred.Alleyes,eventhoseofwatchers
stillpressingbackwardfromtheerranthead,shottothedoor.Ponderouslyitbegantograte
open.
ItwasbarelyajarwhenAzal’Lanstrodeout.Hisfurredcapewasswungbackoverhis
shoulders,freeinghisarms.Inthesamehandthathadhaltedtheheadsman’saxewashelda
broad-bladed,curvedsword,itsornategripnearlyasjewel-heavyashiscrown.
Ashestrodeforward,hewavedtheheadsmanaside.
Hehaltedwheretheheadsmanhadstood.Hemotionedforhissontokneel.
Foralongmoment,Irikremainedstanding.Heturnedhisfacetowardhisfather.“I
forgiveyou,”hesaidsoftly,hisvoicecarryingonlytothenearestinthecrowd.
“ButIcannotforgivewhatyoudid,”Firansaid,“thedeceityoupracticed,norwhatyou
havebecome.”
Irikbowedhishead,eyesclosed.“Nonetheless,Istillforgiveyou.”
Gracefully,regretfully,hedroppedtohiskneesandlaidhisheadontheblock.
Firanmovedintopositionnexttotheblock.Heraisedthemassive,razor-sharpblade.
“Letallwhowitnessmyactiontoday,”hesaid,hisvoicesuddenlystentorian,drivingall
elsetosilence,“takeforththewordthatjusticeandlawapplyequallytoall!”
Withthefinalword,hebroughtthebladedowninaglittering,deadlyarc.Blood
spurted,sprayinghisbootsasthebodytwitchedandtheheadpitched,faceup,tothegraniteof
theterrace.
Itseyes,inFiran’smind,focusedonhisfaceasthelipsonceagainofferedthe
unattainableforgiveness.
Thecrowd,utterlysilentduringtheact,eruptedintoafrenzyofcheering,thenfell
silentagainastheirAzal’Lanabruptlyturnedhisfacefromthemandstrodebackacrossthe
terrace,hisfootprintsrecordedinhisson’sblood.
Minuteslater,whenallthebodiesbutonehadbeenremoved,ashimmeringgrayhaze
roseupoutofthebloodstainedgranite,driftingandthickeninguntiltheentireterracewas
hiddenfromallpryingeyes.Whenfinallyitliftedinfivedays’time,alltheblocksbutonewere
gone.Behindtheoneremaining,apedestalofsolidmarblerosefromthegraygraniteofthe
terrace.Atopthepedestallayasarcophagus,elaboratelyandintricatelycarvedoftheverystone
onwhichtheblockhadstood.
Therewasnonamecarvedonpedestalorsarcophagus,butnoonedoubtedwhatlay
within,norforwhomthebriefandanonymousservice,unattendedbytheking,was
performedthatnightatsunset.
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Forfoureon-longnights,Firanlongedforsleep,yetfearedmightilythatitwouldcome.
Onthefifthnight,whenthefewmournersbraveenoughtorevealthemselvesatthe
servicehadlongsincedeparted,shadowsformedintheupperreachesofhissleepingchamber,
shadowsmuchlikethosehehimselfhadsummonedasachild,butshadowsthathad,thistime,
comeunsummoned.
Andavoicespokeoutoftheshadows.
“Doyouhavenodoubts,Father?Nodoubtsatall?”itasked.
Andwhen,knowingitwasnothisson,hedidnotreply,asecondvoiceemerged.“You
workedyourhatefulmagiconmywombtocreatehim,andyetnowyouhaveslainhim.”
Andathird,high-pitchedandchildlike:“Youcouldhavesavedhimwithevengreater
easethanyoucouldhavesavedme,mybrother,hadyousochosen.Andyetyoudidnot.Were
webothsoevilinyoureyesthatwedeservedsuchdeaths?”
“Perhapsitisbehindyoureyesthatevilexists,”thevoicessaidinQuantarius’skindly
tones,“ratherthanintheworldbeforethem.”
“Mysonwasnotevil!”Firanshouted,finallygoadedintoresponding.“Hewasweak!
Andforoneinhisposition,thatisevenworse!Evilcanberootedoutanddefeated,but
weaknessisinsidious!Untilitistested,itcowersundetected.Butwhenthetimecomesandevil
confrontsit,itfails,andevilflowers!”
“Ishisweaknessnotyourown?”hislong-forgottenfather’svoiceasked.“Didyounot
sirehim?Didyounotraisehim?Didyounotinstillinhimyourdeepestvalues?”
“Nomorethanyouwerecapableofinstillingyoursinme!”Firanshouted.
Thevoiceslaughed,asnonehadeverlaughedinlife.
“Youwereasgreatafailure,then,asI,”hisfather’svoicetaunted.“Isthatasignofyour
strength?”
“Whoa reyou?”Firanscreamed.“Whatdoyouwantofme?HaveInotsuffered
enough?”
“Onlyyoucansay,Father.Onlyyoucanknowhowmuchyouhavesufferedand
whetheritissufficientforyourcrimes.”
“Ihavecommittednocrimes!Ihaveupheldthelaw!Ihavemetedoutjustice!”
“Thenyouhavenoregrets,Father?”
“OfcourseIhaveregrets!Yourbetrayal--mys on’sbetrayal--wasasourceofgreatest
anguish,aswashisdeath--hisn
ecessarydeath!”
“Butyourownactions,Father,yourownactions.Istherenothingyouwouldhave
donedifferently?”
“Iwouldhavecontrolledhimmoreclosely.Iwouldhavesomehowtaughthimmore
thoroughly!IfIhadknownofhisweakness,Iwouldhaveburneditoutofhim!”
“Andifyouweregivenasecondchance?”
“Therewillbenomorechances!Ihaveseenninety-sixwinters,andevenmymagicwill
notprovideanotherZal’honanheir!”
“Youdoubtyourpowers,Firan?”ThevoiceofQuantarius,tingedwithasarcasmhe
hadneveremployedinlife,tookupthequestioning.“Idonotrememberatimeinallouryears
togetherthatyouexpressedtheslightestdoubtinyourabilities.”
“Iwasyoungerthenanddidnotknowthecrueltyoflife.”
TheQuantariusvoicelaughed,asifatasecretjoke.“Wespeaknotofanewlifebutofa
secondchancewiththeoneyousiredandslew.”
Firanshookhisheadangrily.“Mymagicwillnotraisethedead,anymorethanitwill
produceanotherheir.”
“Perhapsnot.Butthereismoremagicintheworldthanyouyetpossess.”
“Butlittle!Ihavespentmylifesearching,andthereislittleIdonotpossess!”
Thevoiceslaughedagaininchorus.“Youhavespentyourlifesearching,andyetyou
havenevercometou
s,”TheQuantariusvoicesaid.
“Youaremyowndelusions!Soonyouwillbegone!”
“Andifwearereal?Ifwecangiveyouyourheart’sdesire?Wouldyouspurnus?”
HopeflaredwithinFiran.Wasitpossible?
“Ah!”theQuantariusvoicechuckled.“Youdoubtourunrealitydespiteyourwords.”
“Provethatyouarereal!”
“Youthinkyoucancommandus,Father?”Irik’svoicewasfilledwithanirondefianceit
hadneverheldinlife.
“Thentellmewhatitisyouoffer.”
“Yourheart’sdesire,”thevoiceschorusedagainstabackgroundofmuffledlaughter.
“Andwhatisthat,ifyouknowmesowell?”
“Togainnewpowers.Toneverknowthegrave.”
“Thepowertorestoremysontolife?”
“Ifyouwishit.Butitwillnotbeeasyorsimple.Youwillneedtousetheutmostwhat
powersyoualreadypossess.Youwillneedtolabormightily.Andyouwillneedtob elieve,else
youwillfail.”
“Thengivemeareasontobelieve!”
Againtherewasthemuffledlaughter,thistimechillinghisspine.“ForIrik’ssake,”his
son’svoicesaid,“wewill.Wewillgiveyouthefirstnecessity,whichordinarilyyouwouldhave
toconstructwithyourownhands.”
Inthefarcorneroftheroom,wheretheshadowsweredeepest,theydeepenedeven
more,andoneoftheshadowsdrewinuponitselfandseemedtogrowsolidanddetachitself
fromtheothers,formingatinycloudofblackness.ItfloatedtowardthebedwhereFiransat
upright.
Itsettledinhisoutstretchedhand,andhefeltitsicyweight.
Andhefeltsleepcoming,thefirstinfivelongdays.
Hestruggledtokeephiseyesfromclosing,buthecouldnot.Hecouldfeelthethingin
hishandshifting,squirminglikethemummifieds hasheekmorethaneightyyearsago.Though
theshrinkingslitsbetweenhiseyelids,hesawtheshadowinhishandbegintodissipate,
swirlingbacktorevealwhatlaybeneath.Somethinggoldenandhornedandwrithingwasthe
lastthinghesawbeforesleepovertookhim.
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WhenFiranawakened,nightwasagainfalling.
Heshudderedatthestartlinglyvividmemoryofthenightmare--thevoicesofthelong
deadandnewlydead,thetaunting,theshadowsolidifyinginhishand…
Hegasped.
Onthesilkencoverofthebed,nexttohisrighthand,layatinygoldenskullofahorned
dragon.
Gingerlyhetouchedit,andthemuffledlaughterofhisnightmarefilledthechamber.
Ithadbeenreal.
Orhewasstilldreaming.
Orinsane.
Hegraspedtheskulltightly,thehornspressingpainfullyintohispalmuntilblood
trickledthroughhisfingers.
Itwasreal.
Andasthelaughterfaded,he“remembered”athousandthingsthathadnever
happened.Andhe“remembered”athousandthingsthathehadneverbeentold,andyethe
knewtheymustbedoneifheweretoobtainhisheart’sdesire.
Thegoldenskullwasthegiftof--ofwhateverpowerlurkedbehindthevoices.
Perhapshewasinsane.
Butitdidn’tmatter.
Hehad,herealizednow,slaintheonelivingthingonOerththatmatteredtohim,and
ifhewassane,thiswashisonlychanceforgettingitback.Ifhewasnot,therewasnothing
morehecouldlose.
Conjuringupaparchmentscrollandquill,hebegantowritebeforehis“memories”
couldfade.
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Formorethanayear,Firanworked,memorizingspellsashehadnevermemorizeda
spellbefore.Therecouldbenoerror,nolapseofmemory,nolossofconcentrationatavital
moment.Andinthiscomplextask,everymomentwasvital,everymomentofeveryspell.
EmissariesweresenttoeverycorneroftheFlanaessandreturnedwithmagical
ingredients--herbsandpowdersandrootsandbonesandcountlessmoreobjectsofall
descriptions.Forlesssavoryobjects,thenatureofwhichhedarednotsharewithevenhismost
trustedlieutenants,heventuredforthinacloakofanonymityandsecuredthemhimselfand
lockedhimawayinhischambersunderthemostpowerfulofprotectiveandpreservational
spells.
Finallyallwascollected.
Everyone,frommosttrustedadvisortolowestscullerymaid,wassentfromthecastle,
alldoorsboltedbehindthem.Theshadowsandtheirdamnablevoices,iftheyreturned,would
bedistractionenough.
Buttheydidnotreturn,thoughoccasionallyarippleofmuffledlaughterechoedinthe
spell-chokedair.
Finallythespellshadallbeencastandallactionstakensaveone.
Theonefromwhichtherewasnoturningback.
Lingeringlyhecaressedthetinygoldenskull,notsuspendedfromagoldenchainabout
hisneck--therepositoryofhissoul,orsosaidthevoices.Soonhewouldknowifthetruthlayin
theirwordsorintheirlaughter.
Withbothhands,heliftedthecarvenmetalchalice,filledwiththenauseating,roiling
yellowbrew,fromthebenchonwhichhehadspentthelastdozenhoursmixingit.Slowlyhe
carrieditthroughthedesertedroomsandhallstotheroyalbalcony.
Forseveralminutes,hestoodinthemoonlight,lookingoutoverthecityinthevalley
spreadoutbeforehim.Andatthegranitesarcophagusontheterracebarelyadozenyards
below,thefocusnowofallthings.
“IfIneveragainseeyouinthislife,Iwillsurelyseeyouinthenext.”
Andhedrank,fightingtokeepthefoul-smellingbrewfrombeingspewedoutthe
momentittouchedhistongue.
Heswallowed,clampinghislipstightlytogether.Hisstomachchurned,andsweat
suddenlypouredfromhisclammyskin,worsethantheworstfeverhehadeverfallenvictimto.
Hisheadfeltasifitwereabouttoexplode.
Hedrankagain.
Andagain.
Asthelastdraftpassedhislipsandthenowemptyandcorrodedchaliceclangedtothe
floorofthebalcony,hehadtoclamphishandsonhisjawandthroattokeepitdown.His
entirebodywaswrackedwithnausea,andastheheatofthefeverleft,itwasreplacedinan
instantbyablanketoficethatenvelopedhimliketheapproachingdeathitwas.
Andtheshadowsformedintheairaroundhim.
“Welcom,FiranZal’honan,”thevoicechorused,andthelaughtercameagain.
“Welcometoimmortality…”
Finally,blessedly,unconsciousnessclaimedhim.
*****
Whenheawakened,Firanbegantolearnthetruthofwhathehadbecome.
Histrueappearance,herealizedwhenhissenseshadfullyreturned,wasnowashideous
asthebrewhehadforcedhimselftodrink.
“Butyoucancloakyourselfinillusion,evenyourowneyes,”thevoicessaid.
Andhedid.
Hehadnoneedforfoodordrink.Nevermorecouldeitherpassthegrimremnantsof
hislips.
Hehadnoneedforsleep.Hiseyes,glowingcoalsdeepwithintheirsockets,couldnever
closeagain.
Hecouldapproachnolivingcreaturewithoutthatcreature--beastofthefieldor
human--shiveringinfear.Nevermorecouldhefeelthetouchoflivingfleshthatdidnot
struggletobefree.
Buthecouldstillruletheland--andwithevengreaterstrengththanbefore.
Andhecouldaccomplishfeatsofsorceryhehadonlydreamtofinhismortallife.
Onthefifthnightofhisincreasinglyunsatisfactoryresurrection,hestoodbeforethe
sarcophagus,thelaughteroftheshadowsechoingthroughtheemptycastlebehindhimashe
beganintoingthewordsoflife.
Themoonhadbarelyclearedthecourtyardwallwhenhedetectedthefirstsignthatthe
wordsandgestures,recordedonthesamescrollsasthosethathadledtohisown
transformation,wereanythingmorethanafinal,crueljoke:afaintrustlingsoundfromwithin
thesarcophagus.
Inhismind’seye,hesawthedetachedhead,itsrelentlesslyforgivingfacenodifferent
thaninthemomentsbeforethebladehadfallen,shiftingonthesilkenpillowuntilthestubof
theneckpresseditselfintoplaceatoptheshouldersandsealedwithafaintcracklingofpower
thatwhisperedthroughthestonetoFiran’sears.
Hopesurgedwithinhim,butevenasitdid,hecouldnothelpbutrealizethatthe
sensationwasapaleimitationofwhatitwouldhavebeenhadhisunbeatenheartbeensetto
racing,hadthelifelessnervesthatcouldexperienceneitherpainnorpleasurebeensetto
tingling.
Butitwouldsuffice.Thebargainhadbeenstruck,nomatterhowdeceptivelythe
shadowshadspoken,andhecouldnot,wouldnot,rescinditevenifhecould,notforsuch
trivialities.
Therustlinggrewlouder,asiftheentirebodywereshiftingandwrithingasthe
life-forcereenteredandfilleditlikewinepouringintoaflaccidwineskin.
Firanraisedhishandsuntiltheyalmosttouchedthemassivesarcophaguscoverthatno
mortalhandhadstrengthtoraise.
Slowly,withthebleakgratingofstoneonstone,thecoverbegantocreepaside.
Asthefirstraysofmoonlightfilteredthroughthewideningopeningintothe
sarcophagus,ananguishedscreamshatteredthenight.
AndthemuffledlaughteroftheshadowssurgedthroughFiran’smind.
“Why?”Thesinglewordemergedfromthesarcophaguslikeacurse,stabbinginto
Firan’searsandmindalike.
Ahandappeared,itsmisshapenfingersscrapingattheedgeofthesarcophagusasthe
covercontinuedtograte,inchbyinch,totheside.
Afaceeruptedintoviewasthebodyofhissonlurchedintoasittingposition.
Butitwasnottherememberedforgivingface.Itwasthefaceravagedbymonthsofrot
anddecay.
Werehestillwithinamortalbody,Firanwouldhavegaspedandscreamed.Asitwas,a
chilldescendedonhim,thelikeofwhichhehadneverexperiencedeveninthedeaththathad
precededhistransformation.
“Whydidyoucallmeback?”Thelipsmovedlikegraveworms,notlivingflesh.
“Togiveusbothasecondchance!”Firanpleaded.
“Iwantnosecondchance!Iwantonlytobereleased!”
“Youhavetounderstand!Youhavetopersevere!”
Firan’spleawasmetonlywithamoanofrenewedanguish,andthepiteouscreature
graspedatitsheadasiftoripitfreeoncemore.“Idonothaveyourstrength,Father,nordoI
desireit!”
Firanspuntofacethecastleandtheshiftingshadowsthatnowhalfobscuredthe
crimsondrapesbehindtheroyalbalcony.
“Whattrickeryisthis?”heroared.“HeisnomorealivethanI!Forhimtoexistina
formevenmorehideousthanmyownwasnotmywish!”
“Youwishedhimreturnedfromdeath,Zal’honan,”thevoicesmurmuredinchorus.“If
youwishformore,thenyoumustyourselfsearchoutthemeans.Youhavealreadybeengiven
morethanmostmenwouldeverdreamof.”Thetinygoldenskullglowedwarmlyonhischest.
“IfIhadknown--”
“Ifthefuturewereknown,Zal’honan,whatthenwouldbethevalueinyourvaunted
strengthandcourage?”
Firanstiffenedintoironrigidity.
Heturnedbacktothesarcophagusandlookeduponthethingthatwasemerginglikea
decayingcaricatureofabutterflyfromagranitecocoon.
Asilentgesture,andthestonygratingofthecoverceasedasitteeteredonthevergeof
crashingtotheterracefloor.
“Iwillfindameans,myson,”hesaid,hiswordsashardasthestoneitself.“Iwillfind
themeanstorestoreyoutotruelife,notthistravestyIhavebroughtuponyounow.”
“No!Myonlywishistobereleased!Yournewfoundsorcerydrewmebackfromrest,
anditcanreleasemeaswell!Ibegofyou--”
“Bestrongandbepatient,andallwillbewell,Ipromise.IfailedyouoncebutIwillnot
failagain!”
Atagesture,thedecayingbodywentlimpandfellfromsight,thetatteredfingersofits
handlosingthegripontheedgeofthesarcophagus.Thecover,gratingmoreloudlythanever,
begantoretraceitspath.
Amistappeared,flowingoutthroughthenarrowingopeningandhoveringasthe
shadowshadhoveredinFiran’schamber,thenswirlinganddartingupwardlikeafrightened
bird,onlytofallback,exhaustedandpowerless.Againandagain,asthecovercontinuedto
gratetowardclosure,themistflutteredupwardandfellback.
Whentheopeningfinallyvanished,themistcontinuedtohoverandthen,forjusta
moment,seemedtotakeonIrik’spleadingfeatures.
Thenitwasgone,asifabsorbedbythestoneitself.
“Iwillnotfailagain,”Firanrepeated,turningfromthesarcophagus,theglowingcoals
thatwerehiseyesglaringattheshadowsastheyslowlyfadedfromview.“Iwillfindthemeans
torestoreyoutotruelife,thoughIsearchforever…”
Seventeen
329-391CY
Forthreescoreyears,FiranZal’honansearched.
Andruled.
Andconquered.
Illusionscloakedhishideousness,buthisundeadaurastillaffectedeverylivingthing
thatcameincontactwithhim.Noanimalcouldapproachwithoutdescendingintothespasms
ofprimalfear,andeventhebravestofhisaidestrembledinhispresence.Astimewentby,he
tiredoftheinevitablereactiontohisveryexistence,theconstantnecessityofmaintainingthe
illusionofhumanity,andhewithdrewfromallbutessentialcontactwithothers.Likeagreat
spider,helurkedwithinhislairatCastleGaldliech,manipulatingKnurl’slaws,trade,andwars
throughproxiesandthroughsorcery.
Existinginanalmostconstantstateoffrustrationandrage,hebecamefearedasno
previousleaderofKnurlhadeverbeen.Throughconquest,heexpandedhisnever-ending
searchforthespellthatwouldrestorehissontotruelife,nottothegrotesqueparodyoflife
thathehadacceptedforhimself.HeseizedtheTeesarValley,theFlintyandBlemuHills,the
AdriForest.Whenconqueredpeoplesdarerebel,hisSightunerringlyferretedoutthe
responsiblepartiesandalltheircohorts,andtheresultingvengeancewassoswiftandsavageit
spawnedlegends.Noonewhosurvivedthesereprisalseverchallengedhimagain.Eventhe
MalachiteThrone,whichofficiallyopposedsuchexpansionismbyanyofitssubjectlands,did
nothingmorethansendanoccasionalenvoywithascoldingletter,andFirancontinuedto
followhisownpathandnoother’s.
ThoughheprotectedKnurlfrombarbarianincursionsandotherinvasions,afew
citizensstillcomplainedaboutharshlaws.Thesehepunished,thoughnotasseverelyashedid
thosewhospreadseditiousrumorsthathewasnotquite...human.T
hattruthmustbe
suppressedatallcosts.Ifhistruenatureeverbecameknown,hissuperstitioussubjectsmight
riseagainsthiminsuchrevulsionandoutrage,insuchoverwhelmingnumbersthateventhe
mostaccomplishedwizardcouldnotputthemdown.Thereforehepersonallyhunteddown
thetellersofsuchtalesandslewthemwithoutmercy,thensecretlyreturnedtheirmutilated
corpsestoCastleGaldlieshwhere,usingthesamespellhehadmisguidedlyusedinhisattempt
torestorehissontolife,headdedthemtohisever-growingarmyoftheundead.
Therewere,ofcourse,attemptsonhislife,astherehadalwaysbeen.Inhispresent
condition,hefounditdelightfullyironicthatdozenswouldlosetheirownlivesinattemptsto
assassinateamanalreadydeadandthenbeaddedtotheranksoftheundeadthemselves.
Inoneinstance,theironywasredoubledwhen,aftertwentyyears,thesonofan
executedclanleaderattemptedtoavengehisfather’sdeath,onlytobeslainbythefather’s
shamblingcorpseasitroseuptodefenditsmaster.Fromthattimeon,Firansawtoitthatthe
twowereneverparted,theirundeadbodiesforeverstandingdoublewatchoverthevaultwhere
allconfiscatedclanwealth,includingwhathadoncebeentheirown,waskept.
Still,thecoreofhisexistencewasthesearch,thoughheneverrevealedtoanyone,not
eventhesearchersthemselves,thetruereasonforthatsearch,lettingthembelievewhatthey
wished,neitheraffirmingnordenying.Nonetheless,twogenerationsofhismosttrustedagents
constantlyrangedfarandwide,seekingoutallnecromancersandpractitionersofblackarts
whoclaimedtoknowthesecretsofresurrection.Themajorityofthesewereprovencharlatans,
theremainderself-deluded.Thelatterdiedquickly,theirbodiesleftforfamilyorfriendsto
mourn.Theformerperishedslowlyandinagony,andtheirbodieswouldneverrest.
Andthen,inhisonehundredandsixtiethyear,theonehundredandeighthyearofhis
reign,oneofhissearchersreturnedfromtheNyrondesecityofInnspa,whichhisarmieshad
onlyrecentlytaken.Thesearcher’snamewasStakaster,andfortenyears,despitehis
Nyrondeseancestry,hehadbeenasclosetoatrustedconfidantastheAzal’Lancouldeverhave.
HewasalsotheonlymemberofFiran’slivingstaffwhocouldapproachFiranwithout
trembling.Thefirsttimehehadapproached,ithadbeenobviousthathehadfelttheeffectof
theaura,buthehadcontrolledhisreaction,therebyimpressingFiranasmuchwithhiscourage
andstrengthaswithhisseemingintelligenceandwisdom.
Hewasalsovirtuallytheonlyoneindecadeswhohadansweredalmostpreciselythe
samewaybeforeandafterFiran’sincantationoftruth.
Andnow,ashewasusheredintoFiran’sprivatequarters,amixtureofexcitementand
uneaseshowedplainlyonhisface.
“Youhavefoundsomethingofinterest,then,”Firansaid.
“Possiblyofgreatinterest,mylord,”theofficersaid,presentingFiranwithablackvision
glassthatremindedhimoftheobsidianmirrorthathadlongagorevealedOlessa’streachery.
“Thiscostmorethanascoreoflives,includingourbestnecromancer’s.”
“Thosewhotakeservicewithmeknowtherisks,”Firansaid,examiningthemirror.
AwolfishgrinmomentarilyerasedtheuneasefromStakaster’sface.“Aye!Andthe
rewards!Andrewardsarenotwithouttheirprice!”Thenhesoberedandsaid,“Beforehewas
slain,thewizardhadspieduponagypsyritual,capturingitinthatveryglass.”
“Didheindeed?”Intrigued,Firanconcentratedhiswillanddesireupontheartifact.
Imagesformedontheobsidianmirror,butunlikethoseotherimages,thesewerewordlessand
silent.
Buttheimagesalonetoldhimthathere,forthefirsttime,wasperhapswhathesought.
Anobleman’sbodyfilledtheglass.Hishadbeenaviolentdeath,andnotarecentone.
Histhroatwascut,anddecayhadalreadyeatenathiscorpse.Despitethat,severalmourners
clusteredaboutthedeceasedandwept,nodoubtimploringthegodsforamiracle.
Thenasmallgroupofgypsiesappeared.Abrief,unheardconversationfollowed,anda
greatdealofmoneywasexchanged,evenmorethanOlessahadpaidallthoseyearsago.
Pocketingthis,thegypsiesgatheredaboutthecorpseandbegantochantsoundlessly.
Slowlydecaymeltedfromthenobleman’slimbsandface.Theterriblewoundathis
throatclosed,cleannewfleshsealingthenearlydecapitatinggash.Thechestroseandfell.The
formercorpse,onceagainaman,openedhiseyes,and asmilecurvedhislipsnolongergray
withdeath.Friendsandkinhelpedtheresurrectedmantohisfeet,where,afteramomentof
unsteadiness,hestoodunaidedandembracedthem.
Firanhadlongagoleftbehindtheabilitytoshedtearsofhappinessortofeelhispulse
poundwithexcitement.Nevertheless,hesharedtheemotionshesawenactedinthemirror.
Andhesaid,“Iwouldhavethatspell.”
Stakasterbowedhishead.“WouldthatIcoulddeliverit,mylord,butwhatyouhave
seenwasenactedbeforetheinvasion.ThegypsiesfledInnspaundercoverofthenightand
theirownnumerousenchantments.”
“Thenfindthem!Usewhatevermenandmeansnecessary,butfindthem!”
Stakaster’sheadremainedbowed.“Ifearthatevenyourentirearmywouldnotbe
sufficienttothetask.IpersonallybuteightNyrondeseinformantstothetortureinaneffortto
findwheretheyhadfled,butitwastonoavail.Andyouhaveseenintheglassonlyonesmall
aspectofthepowersthesegypsiespossess.Onlythemostaccomplishedofsorcererscouldtrace
themtowhateverhaventheyhavesoughtrefugein.”
“Thensoitshallbe.Iwilltrackthemdownmyself!”
“No,mylord!”Stakaster’seyesshotuptomeetFiran’s.“Therearemanywhowould
takeyourlife,butnowherearetheymorenumerousthaninNyrond!”
“Doyoutakemeforacoward?”Fiarnflaredangrily.
“Never,mylord,but--”
“Thenbeginpreparations!WeleaveforInsspaatdawn!”
Andsotheydid,escortedbyacadreoftheAzal’Lan’smosttrustedguards,anuneasy
StakasteratFiran’sside,aspellboundstallionbeneathhim.Andthistime,unlikeonhis
triumphaljourneyfromRauxesmorethanacenturybefore,therewerenocheeringcrowds,no
villagerseagertofollow,butneitherweretherecowardlyenemieslyinginambush.Instead,the
roadstheytraversedwerevirtuallydeserted,peasantsandnoblesalikefindingworkthat
requireddoingbehinddrawnshuttersevenathighnoon.EvenwhentheycrossedintoNyrond
anddrewnearInnspa,itcontinued,asifwordoftheircominghadgonebeforethemand
emptiedthestreetsofallbutoccasionalpatrolsofoccupyingforces.
“Andwherearethesewould-beassassinsyoufrettedabout,Stakaster?”Firanasked
derisivelyastheyapproachedthenight-darkenedmansionwheretheresurrectionhad
reportedlytakenplace.Now,however,itwasdeserted,itsownersapparentlyhavingfledlike
thegypsieswhentheinvasionbegan.
ButitwasnottheownerswhointerestedFiran,althoughhewouldhavelikedtohave
spokentotheoneresurrectedintheglass,ifonlytoseeifhisnewfoundhealthwasstillasgood
aswhentheimagesintheglasshadfaded.
Theroomwasasithadbeenintheglass.Thetableonwhichthebodyhadlainstill
stoodinitscenter,and,thoughtableandroomhadbeenthoroughlyscrubbed,thepsychic
imprintofwhathadhappenedtherecouldnotberemoved.
Anditwasenough.
ForoneasaccomplishedinwizardryasFiranZal’honan,itwasenough.
LoosinghisSight,honednowforwelloveracentury,hesawthetrailthegypsieshad
left,faintasthefaintestdustmoteinmoonlight,butenough.
AnditledtothedepthsoftheAdriForest.
“Guideustothemfromafar,”Stakastersaid.“Wewillbringthemtoyou.”
“Andriskthattheirmagicwilloutwityou?”Firanaskedscornfully.
“Butweareahundredstrong,mylord.Surely--”
“Magicthelikeoftheirscouldlikelydefeatathousand,”Firansaid.“Nowcome.We
havenomorebusinesshere.”
Stridingfromtheroomandreturningtowherethehorseswaited,Firanrenewedthe
spellthatkepttheanimalsfromboltingathisapproach.Onhisownstallion,henotchedthe
controleventighterandthoughtforamomentoffindingareplacement.Eventhesturdiest
animalcouldnotstandupforevertotheconstantbatteringbyitsinstinctivedesiretofleeand
theevermoreoppressivespellsrequiredtokeepitfunctioning.
Buttherewasnotime.Whendealingwithanywhosemagicwasasstrongasthatofhis
bandofgypsies,evenamoment’sdelaycouldbefataltohispurpose,andfartoomany
momentshadalreadypassed.
WithhisSighttoguidethem,withhisenchantmentstoeasetheirfatigue,theyrode
withouthaltuntil,wellintothefollowingnight,hecalledahalt.
“Mylord?”Stakasterlookedathimquizzically.
“Wewillholdhere,”Firansaid.“Thegypsiesareencampedahalfhour’srideahead,but
thereissomethingIdonotunderstand.”
“Iwillgoforwardalone,mylord.Ifthereisdanger--”
“Ifthereisdangerahead,Iwilldealwithit!”Firansaid,signalingforsilence.
HisSighthoveredoverthegypsyencampment.Therewereconcealmentspellsshielding
itfrompryingeyes,buttherewerenobarriertohisSight.Norwouldtheybeabarriertoeven
therankesthedgewizard.Theycouldbedetectedandpenetrated--dispelled,even--bythemost
rudimentaryofcounterspell.
Thatwasnotright.ItwasincomprehensibletoFiranthatpeoplewiththepowersthese
gypsieshaddemonstratedbeforewouldemploysuchineffectivemagicnow.
Unless…
Unlesstheyweresimplyoverconfident.Totheirminds,therewas,afterall,nopossible
wayanyonecouldhavetracedthemhere,sothoroughlyhadtheyobscuredtheirtrailwith
other,farmoreeffectivemagic.Andhere,deepintheAdriForest,therewas,theywouldthink,
nodangerfromanyonewhomighthavebeensearchingfortheminInnspa.Andtheir
concealmentspells,whilesusceptibletoevenrudimentarymagic,wouldsuccessfullyhidethem
fromanyoftheunsuspectingdenizensofthefirst,betheyhumanoranimal.
Cautiouslyheprobedforsignsofotherspells.Hefoundnonebutthefadedremnants
ofsorcerousbattleslongpast,littlemoresubstantialnowthanthecarefullyhiddentrailthat
hadledhimthere.
IrritablyhewithdrewandsignaledStakastertofollowhimforward.Hehadwasted
enoughtimewithhisbaselesssuspicions.
ThegypsyencampmentwaspreciselyashisSighthadrevealedit.Amurmuredphrase
wasallittooktoshattertheflimsyconcealmentspells.Thegypsies,abarehalfdozen,sat
aroundacampfire,assilentastheyhadbeenintheglass.One,ayoungwomanwitheyesas
brightasdiamonds,lookedup.
“Welcom,FiranZal’honan,”shesaid.
Andachilldescendedoverhim,achillevenmorepowerfulthantheonethathad
grippedhimathisdeath.
SuddenlyStakasterwaslaughing.
AndthehundredmenofFiran’sguardweresurroundedbyathousandinNyrondese
battlegarb.
Magiccrackledinthedarknightairasshadowsgathered,shadowsthelikeofwhichhe
hadnotseensincethenightofhisdeath,andthehundredmosttrustedguardsmenofthe
Azal’Lanlaiddowntheirarms.
“So,”Stakastersaidashedrewhisswordwithlovingdeliberateness,“thereareindeed
illusionsthateventhegreatAzal’Lancannotpenetrate.”
“Soitwouldappear,”Firansaid,gatheringhispowersabouthimselfinpreparationfor
thecomingattack.“Aswellasthosetraitorswhocanlieevenwhenunderthecompulsionof
truth.”
Stakaster’ssmilewasbothamusedandtriumphant.“Wewillseewhomhistoryjudges
traitorandwhomitjudgesliberator.”
“Andwhoisitthatjudgesmenow?IsyournametrulyStakaster,oristhatyetanother
lie?”Evenashespoke,FiransurveyedtheadvancingNyrondese,hisSightsearchingforthe
weakenedlink.Adozenhecoulddispatchwithease,evenahundred,butathousand…
“IamStakaster,oftheClanKirilarien.Youmayrecallmygreat-grandfather,whomyou
slewtogetherwithtwoofhisbrothersandyourownsonthreegenerationspast.”
Madness!Firanthought.Butitwasafamiliarmadnessamongtheclans:totake
vengeanceforthedeathofanancestorwhohadnotonlydiedagenerationbeforetheavenger’s
birthbutalsorichlydeservedhisfate.
“Icannotremembereverytraitorandtroublemakerwhoseexecutionthelaw
demanded,”Firansaiddismissively.Andashespoke,hesawtheweaknesshehadbeen
searchingforintheten-deepapproachingranks.
“Thenwewillrememberthemforyou,”Stakastersaid,raisinghisblade.Thethousand
surgedforward,rightlyexpectingthathundredsmightdiebutthat,intheend,evenAzal’Lan’s
sorcerycouldnotdefeatthemall.
Firanwheeledhisstallionabout,directinghisgazeatoneoftheapproachingassassins,a
boynoolderthanIrikathisdeath,aboyneitherbattle-hardenednorlongseparatedfromhis
family’ssuperstitiousbosom.
Tighteninghismentalgriponhismount,Firanurgeditforwardatfullgallop.
Simultaneouslyheremovedallenchantmentsdesignedtocounteracttheeffectsoftheaura
thatenvelopedhisundeadbody.
Andremovedallillusion.
Inasingleinstant,thefleshmeltedfromhisfaceandhands,thefur-edgedcapehewore
felltotatters,thepolishedbootssuddenlybecameagedandcracking.Andtheranksof
advancingassassinssuddenlyfoundthemselvesfacingnotacorneredsorcererbutacreature
fromthepitsofhell,hideousbeyondbelief,chargingstraightatthem,precededbyawaveof
sourcelessterrorthatchilledthemtothebone.
Theboydirectlyinhispathscreamed,losingallcontrolofhimselfandhiswhinnying,
strugglingmount.Itrearedviolently,throwingtheboytotheground,slammingintothe
animalsoneitherside.
Chaosrippledoutfromthatpoint,sendingmountsandridersintoparoxysmsoffear,
instinctivelyanduncontrollablylurchingbackward,outofthepathofthe horrorbearing
downonthem.
Inseconds,ascoreofmenweretrampledorcrushedbeneaththeirrearing,falling
mounts.
AndFiranwasclear.
Butevenasheplungedintotheforestthatsurroundedthegypsies’clearing,heheard
thesoundsoftheassassinsregainingcontrolofthemselvesandtheirmounts.
Andthenthethunderofathousandsetsofhooves.
HisSightgavehimtheadvantageintheforest,butwhenheemerged,theclear,moonlit
nightwasagainsthim,andsoonthemuffledthunderofhispursuers’hoofbeatswasgrowing
steadilylouder.
Andthenitwasdawn,anddespairwasdescendinguponhim.Hisstallionwassteadily
losingstrength,batteredasitwasbytheconstantenergy-drainingconflictbetweenits
instinctiveterrorofthecreatureastrideitandtheoppressivespellthatkeptitfromactingon
thatterrorandexpendingallitsenergyinfrantic,bone-jarringattemptstodislodgeitsrider
andflee.
Butthensuddenlyhopewasrestored.
Beforehimlayavalley,filledwithmorningmistthatmortaleyescouldnotpenetrate.A
valley,hisSightinformedhim,thatwasmorethicklyforestedthaneventhedepthsofAdri,a
veritablelabyrinth.
Withouthesitation,Firantightenedhisalreadymind-numbingholdonhiswhinnying
mountandforcedittochargeunhesitatinglyintothevalleymists.
Ifthemistcoveredtheentirevalleyasthicklyasitappearedtofromthehillside,it
wouldgivehimtherespiteheneeded.Itwouldallowhimtoregainthegroundhehadlostto
hispursuers,andmore.Unfetteredbythelimitationsofhumansight,hecouldcontinue
throughtheblindingmistsatanundiminishedpacewhilehispursuerswouldeitherbeslowed
toacautioustrotorreducedtoamassofbrokenboneswithinahundredyards.
Andoncehehadgainedsufficientdistance,hecouldstop,tetherhismountsolidly,and
concentrateallhisenergiesonhispursuers,somethinghehadnotbeenabletodofromthe
momentoftheirunexpectedappearance.Theywereathousandstrongandwellarmed,and
thegypsiesmagicwasindeedpowerful.Butthegypsiesandtheirmagichadbeenleftbehindin
theforest,andtheassassinsalonewerefarfrominvulnerable.
AndheneedonlydelaythemlongenoughtomakehiswaybacktoCastleGaldliesh.
Heneednotdestroythem--yet.Thatcouldwaituntilhewassafelyensconcedinthecastle.
Thenhisundeadarmieswouldrangeforthandincreasetheirnumberbyatleastathousand.
Unerringlyheguidedthestill-terrifiedanimalthroughthemazeoftrees,bothupright
andfallen,andsinkholesandstartlingoutcroppingsofrockandsheerdropsintohillside
ravines.Themorningsun,whichevenhismagiccouldnotslow,hadalreadybeenwithin
minutesoftoppingthehillsonthefarsideofthevalleywhenhehadenteredthemist.Ifonlyit
didnotburnawaythemisttoorapidly,hewouldhaveachance.Ifonly…
Overhead,themistbrightened.
Thissoon?Impossible!Andyetthelightcontinuedtoincrease.
Cursing,hesenthissteedleapingoverarottinglog,thenveeringsharplyaroundasmall
chasmthat,evenintheclearestair,wouldhavebeeninvisibletohumaneyes.Atthisrate…
Thelightbegantofade.
Suddenlyhissensesscreamedanincoherentwarning,andhereinedtheanimaltoa
lurchinghalt.Thetoweringpinewhosebrancheshadbeenscrapingagainsthisfur-edgedcape
onlyaninstantbeforewasnolongerthere.Thegroundwasnolongerunevenand
weed-chokedbutasfeaturelessasthedarkeningmist.EvenhisSightwasblinded.Therelentless
soundofhoovesapproachingthebordersofthemistwasnomore.
Instinctivelyheclutchedthetinygoldendragonskullsuspendedfromaroundhis
neck--andreleaseditwithastart.Itsfeelwasnotofcomfortingwarmth,asithadalwaysbeen,
butoficycold.
Forthefirsttimeindecades,hefeltfear.
Thesamefearhehadfeltwhenthevoiceofhislong-deadbrotherspoketohimfrom
theshadowsofthecryptthatonlymomentsearlierhadreceivedtheremainsofhisonlyson.
Helistened,withbothhumanandinhumansenses.Therewasonlysilencebutforthe
laboredbreathingandnervoushoovesofhismount.
Maintaininghismentalgripontheanimal,heloweredhimselftotheground,holding
thereins.
Themomenthisfeettouchedtheground,thereinsfelllimbinhishand.Theanimal,
liketheforestbeforeit,wasgone,andthelightwasfadingtoutterdarkness,adarknessthat
evenh issensescouldnotpenetrate.Andoutofthedarknesscamethemuffledlaughterof
Quantarius,asoundnotheardoutsideFiran’sownmindfornearlyacentury.
Thentotalsilence.
Andtotaldarkness.
Howlongitlasted,hehadnowayofknowing.Hehadnoheartbeattotimethepassing
seconds,nobreathwithwhichtocounttheminutes.
Finallyitended,themistsreappearingaroundhimbutremainingdark,aseaof
smotheringgray.
Graduallytheycondensedintoroilingtattersandvanished…
PartIII:Barovia
Eighteen
542,BarovianCalendar
Hestoodinaforest,thedetachedreinsstilldanglingfromhishand.
Butitwasnottheforesthehadbeenfleeingthroughamoment--anhour?aday?a
year?--before.
Itwasnight,notmorning.
Athisfeet,asteep,woodenbankdroppeddowntoaswiftlyflowingriver.Overhead,
loweringcloudsblottedoutthestars.
Ifthisplacehadstarsinitsskies.
Ifithadasky.
Cautiouslyhereachedoutwithallhissenses.Theforestaroundhimwasdensewith
life,butmostofitslept.Andwhatlittledidnotwasfrozenintofearfulsilence.Whereverhe
was,henotedwithminorsatisfaction,thereactionofthecreaturesoftheforesttohispresence
wasunchanged.Likehisvanishedstallion,theywereinstinctivelyterrified,whetherhemeant
themharmornot.
Buttherewasmore…
Heturnedslowlyawayfromtheriver,hissensesreaching...reaching...feeling…
There!
Somewhereintheforest,atadistanceasyetunclear,hesensedsomething:humans,
suchashehimselfhadoncebeen?
Orsomethingelse?
PuzzledthathisSightcouldnotrevealmore,hewonderediftheblindingmistsstill
clungtohissenses.
Butitmatterednot.Whateveritwas,surelyitwouldbeabletotellhimwherehewas,
wherehehadbeentakento.
Lookingdown,hesawthathisappearancewasstillreality,notillusion:adecaying
corpseheldtogetherbytheinvisiblemagic,afur-linedcapeintatters,heavyleatherbootsdry
andcrackedwithage,abroadmetalbelttarnishedandrusted.
Concentrating,herestoredtheillusion,brushingawayabriefthrustofenvyforthe
mortalswhohadpursuedhim.Theiroutwardappearancewasreality,notamiragethatwould
fadefromsightwithoutconstanttending.Buttheirrealitywasfragileandshort-lived,whereas
his…
Thebootsonceagainflexibleandpristine,capeandbeltrestored,hemarchedintothe
forest,thebranchesandundergrowthpartingbeforehim.
*****
Fromadistance,hestudiedthebuildingandthegrounds.
Atonetime,ithaddoubtlessbeenagrandestate,butthattimehadbeendecades,
perhapscenturies,inthepast.Likehimself,itwasarottingshellofwhatithadbeen.Thestone
fencethatseparateditfromtheruttedroadwasstillstanding,buttheirongateshadlongsince
fallenandnowlay,halfrustedthrough,almostinvisibleinatangleofweedsandvines.The
houseitselfwasalittlebetter.Theroofsaggeddangerously,andmostofthewindowsonall
threefloorswereboardedover.
Andyetthelightburnedwithin.
Hissensesholdhimthatsomethingtendedthatlight,somethingthatatleast
approximatedhumanity.
Soundlesslycrossingtheremainsoftheirongateandpassingthroughtheweed-choked
courtyard,hestoodonbroad,crumblingstepsbeforeamassivewoodendoorthathung
crookedlyonitshinges.Coarselaughterseepedthroughtheopening.
Effortlesslyhepushedthedooraside.Itscrapedalongthefloorwithagratingsound
thatechoedthroughthebuilding,thencrashedtothefloorasthelastrustingboltofthehinges
gaveway.
Thelaughterwasabruptlycutoff.Atthefarendofalonghallway,whereflickering
lightspilledoutthroughanopendoor,therewasthesoundofscramblingfootsteps.Thelight
wentoutamomentlater;atthesamemomentawoman’sscreamreverberatedthroughthe
building.Thesoundoffistonfleshbroughtsilence.
Theirkindiseverywhere.Thethoughtcameunbidden,asdidtherisinganger.Butit
wasmixedwithashockofanticipation.Hehadnotdealtdirectlywithsuchrabblefordecades,
leavingsuchmatterstohislieutenants.
Unhinderedbythedarkness,hestrodethedustylengthofthehall,lettinghisbooted
footstepsfallloudly.Stoppinginthedoorway,hesawayounggirl,nomorethanfifteen,
huddled,whimpering,onthefilthyfloorinthefarcorneroftheroom.Fourmen,threein
roughpeasants’clothes,thefourthandyoungestinmorerespectablewear,stoodscattered
abouttheroom,squintingunseeinglyinhisdirection,anassortmentofknivesintheirhands.
“Perhapsyouwouldlikesomebetterlight,”Firansaid,gesturing.Thecandletheyhad
snuffedoutmomentsbeforeflickeredintolife.
Allfoursetsofeyesjerkedtowardthecandleflamebutswungbacktothedoorway
almostinstantly.
“Younglady,”hesaid,hisvoiceandthoughtsdimmingherterror,“youmayleaveifyou
wish.”
Thelargestofthemen,burlyandheavilybearded,suddenlylaughed.“Andwhoareyou
tosaywholeavesandwhodoesnot?”Themansteppedforward,andtheothersapparently
emboldenedbyhisexample,followed.Withinseconds,theyformedasemicirclearoundFiran.
Themanlaughedagain.“Whoeveryouare,itseemswearetheoneswhohavethesay.”
“Paythemnomind,younglady,”Firansaid,asifthefourdidn’texist.“Nowbegone.
Tellyourfamilyyourattackerswillbedealtwith.”
Cringing,thegirlscrambledtoherfeet,hugginghertornclothingabouther.The
youngestofthemen,beardlessandbarelyoutofhisteenshimself,turnedtowardher.“Weare
notthrough--”hebegan,buthiswordscametoanabrupthaltasheclutchedhisthroatand
staggeredbackward.
Thegirl’seyesdartedfromtheyoungman’sdistresstoFiran’sseemingtranquilityand
back,andthenshewasscrabblingpastthemall,herbackpressedtothewall.Withalastfearful
glanceatherattackers,sheshotintothehall,herfootstepsracingtowardthecollapseddoor.
Theyoungman,gaspingforbreath,staggeredandfell.Theburlyleader,knifeinhand,
advancedonFiran.Theothertwo,wide-eyedandshaken,triedineffectivelytohelptheone
whowaschoking.
“Noweapons,eh?”theburlyonesaidwithagutturallaugh.“Notthatitwoulddoyou
anygood.”
“IhavealltheweaponsIrequire,”Firansaidquietly.
Amomentlater,themanlungedathim,slashingwiththeknife.Firan’srighthandshot
out,closingontheman’swristwhilethebladewasstillinchesfromitstarget.Therewasa
crackingsound,agaspingscream,andtheknifeclatteredtothefloor.
Pickingthemanupwithseemingease,Firanthrewhimtowardthecornerwherethe
girlhadhuddled.Themanhitthefloorandcameuphardagainstthewallbutwasstruggling
tohisfeetasecondlater.
“Gethim!”hesnarled,movingforwardhimself,hisrighthanddanglinglimplyfrom
theshatteredwrist.
Firangestured,andallfourweregaspingforbreath.Anothergesture,andtheywere
flungbackwardintothecorner,wheretheylanded,armsandlegstangled.
Firanstoodoverthemastheystruggledtobreathe.
“Ifyoubotherthegirlorherfamilyagain,youwilldie--veryslowlyandverypainfully.Is
thatunderstood?”
Abruptlytheirthroatsconstrictedevenmoretightly,cuttingoffallbreath.Forafull
minute,theystruggleduntiltheirfaceswerepuffedandred,butnotatraceofairreachedtheir
lungs.
Justasabruptly,theirthroatsloosenedandairrushedin.
“Iwouldkillyouhereandnow,”Firansaid,lookingdownatthemcoldlyastheygasped
forairandtriedtountanglethemselves,“wereitnotthatIrequiretheanswerstosome
questions.”
Anhourlater,hesentthemstaggeringintothenight,helplessandnaked,whilehetried
tomakesenseoftheanswerstheyhadgivenhim.
Barovia,theyhadcalledthisland,butwherew
asit?Howcouldtherebeaplaceso
remotethatnoreports--notevenr umors--ofitsexistencehadreachedtheFlanaess?Itwas
inconceivable,andyetitwastrue,justasitwasinconceivablebutapparentlytruethatnoone
herehadeverheardoftheMalachiteThroneortheGreatKingdomoranythingatallbeyond
thebordersofBaroviaitself.
Andnotallfourofhisunwillinginformantshadbeenignorantpeasants.One,the
beardlessboy,wasawell-schooledifill-behavednoble’sson,whosewishforvengeanceonthe
servinggirlhadspurnedhisattentionshadledhimtofallinwiththeotherthreeruffians.
Coulditbethatthemistshadtakenhimtoanentirelydifferentplaneofexistence?
MagesinKnurlhadspokenofsuchthings,spokenwithgreatsolemnityandauthoritybutalso
with,sofarashehadeverbeenabletodetermine,atotallackofknowledge.Itwasalmosta
certaintythatsuchplanesexisted,butequalwasthecertaintythatnoonehadyetfathomed
theirsecrets,regardlessofthenumberwhoclaimedotherwiseandwhosoeasilyflummoxed
peasantsandnoblesalike.Hehimself,inhisearlymortalyears,hadspuntalesbothdazzling
andhorrific,notaonecontainingasinglegrainoftherevealedtruththatheclaimedforthem.
Allhetrulyknew,allhehadeverknown,wasthatthepowershecommanded,thecreatures
thathesummoned,couldnotspringfromnothingness.Therehadtobeasource,butwhat
thatsourcewasremainedasmuchamysterytohimtodayasithadacenturyandahalfago.
Obviouslyitwasareservoirofimmensepowerandimmenseevil.Hiseveryencounterwiththe
creatureshesummoneduphadproventhat.Andthecreatureswhohadcomeunbidden:the
shadowsthatfeignedconcernforhiswell-beingandspokeinfamiliarvoicesofdesiresbestleft
unspokenandtheneithersnatchedthosedesiresbestleftunspokenandtheneithersnatched
thosedesiresawayorgrantedtheminformsthatonlyaddedtohismisery…
Butthisplace--therewasevilhere,obviouslyenough,buttolittlegreaterextentthanin
theworldhehadlost,ifthefourfromthisnight’sencountercouldbebelieved.Creatures
walkedthenight,theyclaimed,thoughnoneofthefourhaduntilthisnighthadthe
misfortunetoencounterone,andeventheirwildesttalesdidnotcomeclosetomatchingthe
supremehorrorshehimselfwascapableofsummoning.
No,ifthiswereanotherplane,itwasnottheonethatservedassourceforhispowers.
ButwhateverBaroviawas,onwhateverplaneorworlditexisted,itappearedtobehis
newhome--atleastfornow.Andhehadbeenputherewithapurpose,hesuspected,thoughhe
doubtedthatthepowersthatplayedsofreelywithhisdestinywouldevendeigntosaywhat
thatpurposewas,otherthantolethimheartheirhollowlaughterwheneveranewpagewas
turnedintherecordofhisexistence.
Buttheirpurpose,whateveritmightbe,wasnothis.
Whenfirsthehadencounteredthem,whentheyhadgivenhimhis“heart’sdesire,”he
hadnaivelytakenthemattheirwordandacceptedtheir“gift.”Butinthelongdecadessince,as
onedashedhopefollowedanother,hehadcometorealizethetruth:thatthepowersdelighted
inhispainbutmostofallingivinghimhopeandthensnatchingitaway.Timeandagainhe
hadbeenseeminglyonthebrinkofvictory,andeachtimeithadturnedtocrushingdefeat.
Untilthisfinaltime,whensimplycrushinghishopesofrestoringhissontolifehadnot
beenenough.
Untilthisfinaltime,whentheyhadrobbedhimofnotonlytheimmediatehopebutof
hisentireworldaswell,hisentireexistence.
Buttheyhadnotrobbedhimofhistalentnorhisdetermination,andhewouldnever
restuntilhisworldwasrestoredtohim.
Hisworld--andhisson.
Inthemeantime,heneededtolearnagreatdealmoreaboutthisworldinwhichhe
foundhimself,this“Barovia.”Atfirstblush,itappearedthatitcouldbenefitfromhispowers
anddiscipline,buthewouldhavetotreadlightlyuntilhisstoreofknowledgewasfargreater.
HewouldbeginwithBaronLatos,theunfortunatefatheroftheyoungmanhehad
sentscreamingintothenightwithhisbrutishcompanions.HedoubtedLatoshadthekindof
politicalpowerthesonhadinsistedhehad,butitwasaplacetostart.
Andthesonhadmentioned,withpeculiarpride,anextensivelibraryofmagicalworks
andtreatises.Perhapstherewouldbesomethingamongthemthatwouldbeofuse…
Nineteen
542,BarovianCalendar(Continued)
AngrilyFiranswepttheglossy,leather-boundvolumesfromthetabletothepolishedstudy
floor,someskiddingdangerouslyclosetotheopenfireplace.BaronLatos,middle-agedand
obese,scrambledafterthem,alookofhurtandpuzzlementonhisfloridface.
“Doyoutakemeforacompletefool,Latos?”Firansnarled.“Thoseareworthless
imitationsatbest,murderousfraudsatworst!”
“Butmylord--”
“Silence!Unlessyouhavesomethingtoofferthatisnotanopeninsulttomy
intelligence,somethingyouhavenotchosentodestroywithyourignorance,keepsilent!”
Barelyabletocontrolhisanger,Firanstoodwaiting.Themanwasafool!And
apparentlyonlythelatestinalonglineoffoolsthatstretchedbacktowhicheverbenighted
ancestorhadfoundtheoriginalvolumes.Insteadofcarefullyandmeticulouslypreserving
themorpresentingthemtosomeonewhoknewtheirvalueandtheiruse, asanyonewitheven
amodicumofintelligencewouldhavedone,thisfirstinalonglineoffoolshadelectedto
“improve”mattersbycopyingeverythingintonewandpristinevolumes.Atleastonceeach
generation,wheneverthereigningfoolgrewtiredoftheexistingcopies,itwouldallstartup
again,untilboredomorothermattersintervened.Untilnowtheywerenotonlyuselessbut
alsodangerous,filledwithmiscopiedspellsthat,ifonewerecarelessornaiveenoughtofollow
blinding,couldbringdeathorworse,notuponanintendedvictimbutupononeself.
HiseyeswideninginfearunderFiran’sstonygaze,Latosletfallthevolumeshehad
beenonhishandsandkneestoretrieve.“I--Ihaveonlyoneother,avolumerecentlydiscovered
in--intheruinsofasmallmonasteryinaremotecorneroftheLatosestate.”
Firan’simagescowledasherememberedhisfather’spriests.“Youareareligiousman,
Latos?”
Latosshruggeduncomfortablyashestruggledtogethisamplebodybackonitsfeet.An
imageofthehatefulRanaldZal’honan,theelderbrotherwhohadeatenhimselfintohisgrave
acenturyago,dartedthroughFiran’smind.
“Mymany-times-removedgreat-grandfatherallowedanobscureordertobuilditonhis
land,”Latossaid,eyesdowncast,“butithasbeenunoccupiedforatleastacentury.Isuspect
theordernolongerexists.”
“Nomatter.Whereisthisvolume?”
Lato’sAdam’sapple,almosthiddenbyfoldsofflesh,twitchedashegulpednervously.
“Ihavenothadtheopportunityeventocleanit.Itisstillladenwiththefilththat--”
“Bringit!”Firansnapped.“Beforeyouexhaustmypatienceentirely!”
Bobbinghishead,Latoswaddlestoapolishedoakencabinet,unlockedit,and
withdrewanebonyboxwiththeLatoscrestembossedonitsside,asithadbeenontheleather
bindingsoftherejectedvolumes.Fingerstrembling,Latossettheboxonthetable,liftedthe
lid,andstoodback,asifreadytocatchtheboxifitscontentsmetthesamefateashisother
offerings.
HopeflaredasFiranliftedthesinglevolumefromtheboxandlaiditonthetable.It
couldnothavebeenmoreunliketheothers.Dustandgrimestillcovereditinlayers.Its
obviouslyancientcoverwascrackedandcurled.Andwhenheopeneditdelicately,thebrittle
edgesofthediscoloredparchmentflakedawaywithalarmingease.Theornatescriptitselfwas
blurredandfading.
Butitwasgenuine.Ofthathewasinstantlycertain.Beyondthephysicalappearance,he
couldsensetheage,andhecouldfeelthepowerofthehandthathadinscribedit.
Softly,ignoringLato’sworriedstare,Firanmurmuredthewordsthatwouldbringthe
deteriorationofthefragileparchmenttoahalt,thenthosethatwouldencaseit--ashisown
decayingfleshwasencased--inaninvisiblesheaththatwouldshielditfromdamageandallowit
tobehandledwithoutitbeingdestroyed.
HeturnedtoLatosandtheflawedvolumesthatlayscatteredonthefloor.Withasingle
gesture,hesentthehugetomesskitteringintothefireplace.Latoslungedafterthembut
stumbledbackwardaninstantlater,whimpering,astheflamesbillowedoutandscorchedhis
graspingfingers.
DispassionatelyFiranstudiedthebaronasLatosclaspedhisburnedfingerstohischest
andgrimacedinpain.Onlytheuneasydesiretonotyetdrawfurtherattentiontohimselfkept
FiranfromgrippingLatos’sflittering,uselessmindandconsigninghisporcinebodytothe
flamesalongwiththevolumes.
Instead,withmorethanaslighttingeofregret,hewipedtheeveningfromthebaron’s
memory.
Replacingtheseeminglycrumblingbutinvisiblyprotectedvolumeintheebonybox,he
tuckeditunderhisarmandhurriedbacktothesimilarlycrumblingbutevenmorestrongly
protectedmanorhousethathehad,forreasonshedidnotfullyunderstand,takenforatleast
histemporaryhome.Everyfootoftheway,theonewhohadinscribedthevolumeseemedto
becallingouttohim,asifanxious,afterallthesecenturies,topasshisknowledge--hisgifts--on
toanother.
*****
Forafewbriefmoments,Firanwasasclosetoexperiencingjoyashehadbeenatany
timesincehismortalityhadended.
Here,inthisancientandtatteredvolume,wasthatwhichhehadsoughtformorethan
halfacentury:themeanstoreturnthedeadtotruelife,nottothetravestyoflifehehadbriefly
visiteduponhistomb-boundson.Itwastherealitytomatchtheillusionsthetraitorous
gypsieshadcreatedintheirglass.FromthefirstmomenthehadtouchedthevolumeinLatos’s
study,hewasoverwhelmedwiththecertaintythatthewordsinscribedonthefragile
parchmentwerethoseofanancientsorcereroffargreaterknowledgeandpowerthanFiran
himself.Theimprintofthatpowerhadoutlastedtheagesandwasunmistakable.
Butthenhisjoyevaporatedasherealizedthespellwasuselesstohiminthisworld,in
this“Barovia”!Irik’sbodyandspiritwerestillboundtothesarcophagusinCastleGaldliesh,in
aworldnowlosttohim--theworldthathadbeenstolenfromhim!
Stolenbyhisshadowytormentors,whoevennowweredoubtlesslaughingatthislatest
joke,thislatestexampleoftheirwitandirony.
Buttheywouldnotwin!Forthemtowin,hewouldhavetosurrender,andthathe
wouldneverdo!Somedaytheywouldoverstepthemselves,andhewouldbeready!
Hewouldbeready!
Withgrimdetermination,heturnedhisattentionbacktothefadingwordsonthe
discoloredparchmentandbegantoread,tomemorize.
Finallysatisfied,hemadehiswayoutofthecrumblingmanorhouseandintothe
encroachingforest.Asalways,itwasdensewithlife,lifethatgrewsilentandtremblingathis
approach.
Butitwasnothtelivinghewasconcernedwithnow.
Hefoundwhathewassearchingforinlessthanfiveminutes’time.Untilafewdays
ago,ithadbeenarabbit,nodifferentfromonehemighthavefoundin Knurlasachild.But
nowitwasthecarcassofarabbit,verminousslugsalreadyestablishingtheirclaim.The
otherwiseundevouredbodyandsnappedneckindicatedithadbeenkilledforsportorplay,
notfood.
Itwouldsufficeasasmalltestofthetreasurehehadfound,sothatwhenheonceagain
hadaccesstoIrik’sbody,therewouldbenotonesecond’smoredelaythanhehadalready
endured.
Standinginthedarkness,Firanfocusedhismindontheremainsoftheanimal,bringing
forthanimageofwhatithadbeeninlife,thenvisualizingtheregressiontothatstate--theslugs
squirmingandwithdrawing,therottingfleshfillinginandfirmingbeneaththefur,theeyes
reformingandtakingontheglintoflife.
Finallyhewasreadytopronouncethewordsthatwouldbringforththepowerto
matchrealitytohisvision.Thetimewouldcomewhentheprocesswasasautomaticas
walking,ashiscountlessotherspellsalreadywere,butuntilthattime,hewoulddoitslowly,
painstakingly,oneprecisestepatatime.
Hebeganformingthememorizedwordsinhismind,theneasingthemcarefullyonto
histongue.
Afterasingleword,hestoppedinsuddenshock.Theremainderofthewordswere
gonefromhismemory,asiftheyhadneverexisted,andevenashetrieddesperatelytodredge
themup,thesinglewordhehadspokenwasgoneaswell.
Theshockturnedtofear.Washisownmindbetrayinghimnow?
Orwasitsomethingelse?Aprotectionwovenintothespellitself,preventingitfrom
beinglearnedandused?Hehadheardofsuchthingsbuthadneverencounteredthemhimself.
Scoopingupthecarcassandthesoddenmattofleavesitlayin,Firanturnedandstalked
backtothemanorhouse.Inthestudy,helaiditroughlyonthetableoppositetheopen
volume.
Roundingthetable,hebentcloseoverthefadingwordsandbeganoncemoretoread.
Itwasasifhewereseeingthewordsforthefirsttime,eachonenewandfresh.Thewordshad
notchanged,thisheknew.
Andyet…
Thefeargrippedhimmoretightly.Onceagainhelodgedthewordsfirmlyinhismind.
Helookedup,focusingonthecarcasslessthantwoyardsdistant.
Onceagain,themomentthefirstsyllablesemergedfromhismouth,thewordsvanished
fromhismindlikeevaporatingmist.
Forathirdtime,herepeatedtheprocedure,withthesamefrighteningresults.The
wordswereasclearinhismindasthecarcassitselfandthetableonwhichitlay--untilhestrove
tospeakthem.Thentheyweregoneasiftheyhadneverexisted.Allthatremainedwasthe
chillingmemorythatheh adknownthemonlymomentsbefore.
Cursing,Firanslammedhisfistdownonthetableinfrustration,makingthecarcass
twitchasifithadactuallybeengivenamomentaryflickerofthelifewithwhichhewasso
desperatelytryingtoimbueit.Repressingtheimpulsetosmashthetableandcarcassalike
againstthewall,heturnedonceagaintotheancienttome.
Thistimehemovedthecarcasscloser,withininchesofthetext,andreadthewords
aloud,nevertakinghiseyesfromthetext.
Butthis,too,failed.For,thoughhehadbeenabletopainstakinglys peakthewords,one
atatime,theircollectivem
eaningw
aslost.Hecouldnot,ashehaddonethousandsoftimesin
thepast,simultaneouslymouththewordsandvisualizetheresultshewishedsoprofoundlyto
achieve.
Andwithouttheharmonybetweenthoughtandtongue,thewords,nomatterhow
preciselyorfeelinglyuttered,werenothingmorethanuselesssounds.
Itwasgood,herealizeduneasily,thathehadnotgivenintothetemptationtodealwith
Latosinthemannerthefooldeserved.Itwouldhaveattractedattention,and,ashisrepeated
failuresnowdemonstrated,widespreadattentionwasfarfromadvisable.Exceptforodd
limitationsonhisSight,hedidnotappeartohavelostanyofthepowershehadpossessedon
Oerth,butuntilhefoundthereasonforhisinexplicableandrepeatedfailurewiththismost
importantofspells,untilhecoulddeterminejusthowvulnerablehewasinthisstrangenew
landandwhohisenemiesmightbe--otherthantheshadowsandvoicesthathadalmost
certainlybroughthimhere--thefewerwhoknewofhispresence,thebetter.
Carefullyheliftedthebrittleparchmentpageandturnedtothenext,whereanother
spellawaitedhim.Itwasaspellofnoimport,unliketheonewithwhichhehadfailedsomany
times,yetitwasnewtohim.Perhaps…
Grimly,hopefully,hereadandmemorized,ashehaddonethousandsoftimesand
moreduringhisninety-sixyearsasamortalandmorethansixdecadessincehisresurrection.
Andwhenthetimecamethatthewordsseemedengravedinstoneinhismind,heturnedfrom
thefadingscriptandtriedtospeakthem.
Butthewordsrefusedtocome.Instead,theyslidfromhismindlikewaterthrougha
sieve,leavingbehindonlyenoughfainttracestoremindhimthat,baresecondsbefore,they
hadexisted.
Butnowtheydidnot--notinhismind.
Grimly,withwhatlittlehoperemainedrapidlyfading,heturnedyetanotherpageand
beganagaintoread.
*****
Firanclosedthevolume.
Adozenofthespellswerenew,andeveryoneofthatdozenwaslikethefirst.Nomatter
howimportantorhowinconsequential,nomatterhowcomplexorhowsimple,nomatter
howmanytimeshememorizedit,thewordsofthespellvanishedfromhismindthemoment
hetriedtospeakthem.
Foralongtime,hestoodovertheancientvolume,silentlycursinghistormentors.
Nolongerweretheycontenttosimplytrickhim,totakefromhimwhathevalued
most.Nowtheydangledtheultimateobjectofhisdesirewithinhisreach,thensnatchedit
backthemomenthetriedtograspit.Butalwaystheyleftitinsight,alwaysseeminglywithin
reach,theironlypurposetotantalizeandtorment.
Therehadtobeasolution.Someday,somewhere,hewouldfindit.
Untilthen…
Untilthen,thespellwhoseexistencemosttormentedhimmustneverbeseparatedfrom
him.
Never!
Onceagainheopenedthevolume.Theredglowofhiseyesshonethroughtheillusion
somecornerofhismindstillmaintained.Histongueandhismindspokethewordsthatwould
achievehisobjective,wordsdesignedtohideajewelorotherpreciousobjectfromcovetous
eyesbysealingitwithinanotherobjectoflesservalue.Hehadseenitusedmorethanoncein
Knurltomakegemsorkeepsakesappeartoamarauder’seyesasnothingmorepreciousthana
lumpofrock.
Butheretheobjectivewasnottoconcealbuttojoinoneobjecttoanother.
Asthewordswerespoken,asinglepagearosefromtheancientvolume,theair
shimmeringandtwistingarounditlikeapanoplyofinvisiblelenses.Slowlyitshrankinon
itself,neverceasingorcracking,justgentlyfoldinganddistorting,untilitwasa
smooth-surfacedcrystallineovaltinierthanthegoldenskullsuspendedaroundhisneck.Then
abruptly,likeabluntdagger,itplungedtowardhischest.
Inaninstant,ithadpenetratedandsettledwithinacavityofhisunbeatingheart.A
momentlateritwashiddenfromsightasthedecayingfleshsealedthemomentarywoundand
theillusorytunicre-formedoverthat.
Thefaceoftheillusionsmiled.Thiswretchedbodymightbeworthlessinallwaysthat
gaveworthtoanormalhumanbody,butforthisitwouldsuffice.
Whenhistormentorsoversteppedthemselvesandanopportunityarose,hewouldbe
ready.
Hewouldbeready...
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542,BarovianCalendar(Continued)
CountStrahdvonZarovichhadbeenlord--andprisoner--ofBaroviafornearlytwo
centuries,andstilltheimageofTatyanahauntedhim.Notanightwentbythatthememoryof
herplungefromtheparapetsofCastleRavenloftdidnotinflictnewpainonhisalready
torturedmind.Hewasnotparalyzedbytheobsession;hecarriedonoutwardlywithhisduties
andhiswork,andyetnotawakingmomentexistedwhensomesmallpartofhimwasnot
plaguedbythetwinquestions:Inwhatbodydoeshersoulnowrest,andhowcanIatonefor
thepainshehassufferedinlifeafterunfulfilledlife?
Noconsciousthoughtofhereverpassedwithoutthevainandtorturedhopethat,
somewhere,someday,hewouldfindthespellthatwouldnotonlyleadhimunerringlytoher
butwouldalsoplantinherhearttheseedsoflovethathadalwaysbeendeniedhim.And
protectherfromwhateverpoweritwasthatpursuedherfromlifetolife,pursuedand
destroyedhereachtimeloveandhappinessseemedwithintheirgrasp.
ItwasthereforewithnolittleinterestthathereceivedthereportsfromVallakiofthe
suddenappearance,andalmostequallysuddendisappearance,ofapowerfulwizard,one
whoseabilities,ifthestoriestoldbythreeofthethugswhohadencounteredhimwereto
believed,perhapsmatchedthoseofStrahdhimself.HecalledhimselfsometimesAzalinand
sometimesZal’honan,andhadspokenimperiouslytothethreeofthemofalandcalledOerth,
andwhentheyhaddeniedanyknowledgeofsuchaland,hehaddismissedthemasfoolsor
worseandsentthemscreamingintothenight.Itwasperhapsameasureofhisowndesperation
thatStrahdsuspectedthatthemiststhathadkepthimprisonerinBaroviafornearlytwo
centurieswerelikewiseresponsibleforthisnewarrival.
AtfirstStrahdthoughtofsummoninghim,butacombinationofdiscretionandthe
ever-presentdesiretoescapetheprisonouswallsofCastleRavenloft--thoughsuchescapeled
onlytothelargerprisonthatBaroviaitselfhadbecome--wasenoughtosethimthinkingof
goingforthhimself.
WeighingfurtherinhisdecisionwasthefactthatthereportshadcomefromVallaki,for
ithadbeeninthenearbyvillageofBerezthatfirsthehadencounteredTatyanafivedecades
afterherdeath--herfirstdeath.
Marina,shehadcalledherselfthen,rememberingnothingofherformerlifeandlittleof
herpresent.Hehadpatientlytoldherofthatformerlife,lesspatientlybeguntheprocessthat
couldhavegiventhemaneternitytogether,butshehadbeenstruckdownbeforehecould
completeit,leavinghimonceagainbereft,withnothingtocomforthimbutvengeance--alltoo
briefavengeance--onthemonsterswho,intheirinsufferablearroganceandignorance,had
takenfromhimmorethantheycouldeverimagine.
Butitwasthefinalreport--thatthemagehadfallenfrompublicviewandquietlytaken
upresidencenotinVallakibutinthehillsnearBerez,apparentlyintheverysamebuildingin
whichTatyanahadbeentakenfromhimthatsecondtime--thattookawayallhesitationand
sentStrahdforth,burdenedneitherbyhumanformnortheencumbrancesofnormaltravel.
Itwas,however,acautiousStrahdvonZarovichwhosebatlikeformhoveredsilentlyin
therainynightoutsidewhathehadexpectedtobecrumblingruins,untenantedsincethat
nightacenturyandahalfago.Butitwasinnoworseconditionthanithadbeenthen--better,
even,forthenithadbeenthroughdecadesofbadtimesandillrepair,whilenow…
Asheflutteredclosertothedarkenedwindows--didthismagehavenoneedforlightat
all?--herealizedthatthiswizard’spowerwasindeedremarkable.Notonlywasthemanor
protectedbyaspellStrahdhadneverbeforeencountered,butitsveryappearancewasalso
largelyillusion,seamlessillusionthatlefthimbarelyabletodetecttherealitythatlaybeneath
it.
Slowly,almostfloatingonanerrantupdraft,hedriftedcloser.Suddenlylancesofpain
shotthroughhistiny,fur-coveredbody,andhisvisionclouded.
Hastilyheflutteredbackward,settledtotherain-soakedground,andresumedhis
humanform.
Trulythemage’spowershadnotbeenexaggerated.
Buttherewassomethingelse--notaspellbutafeeling,ana tmosphere--thatchilled
Strahd’sverysoul.Onlyoncebeforehadhefeltachillthelikeofthis:thelastnightofhis
mortallife,whenthevoiceshadspokenoutofthedarknessandhadluredhimintothishalf-life
ofeternaldamnation.
“YouaretheonetheycallStrahdvonZarovich.”
Thevoicestabbedintohismindatthesameinstantitassaultedhisears.Forafleeting
moment,hewonderedifitwereoneofthosesamevoicesthathadspokentohimnearlytwo
centuriesago,buthediscardedthethoughtalmostimmediately.Thosehadspokenonlytohis
mindandhadbeenvoicesfromhispast,voicesmadetospeakwordstheonestowhomthe
voicesbelongedinlifewouldneverhavespoken.Thiswasavoicehehadneverheard,ineither
lifeordeath.
Andithadalmostcertainlycomefromthemagewhosepresencehadbeenreportedto
him.
“YouaretheonewhocallshimselfAzalin?”heasked.
“Azaliniswhatsomeherehavechosentocallme.”
“Butitisnotyourname?”
“AssomecallyouCount,somecallmeAzalin.”
“Atitle,then.”
Whentherewasnoreply,Strahdtookastepforward,feelingonceagaintheprickingof
thebeginningsoftheprotectivespell.
Hetookanotherstep.
Andanother.Thepainwasbearableandlikelycoulddonopermanentdamage,buthe
stopped.
“Whatisityouwishofme,vonZarovich?”
“Atthemoment,Idesireonlytospeak.Itakeaninterestinmysubjects.”
“Youseemeasyoursubject,then?”
“AllinBaroviaaremysubjects.”
“SoIhavebeentold.Butnotallsubjectsaregiventhehonorofapersonalaudiencewith
theirmaster.”
“Fewofmysubjectscapturemyinterest.Thosewhoappearoutofnowhere,however,
areanexception.”
“Andwhatleadsyoutobelievethatofme?Areyousowellacquaintedwitheveryonein
yourkingdomthatyouknowwhenevenasinglestrangerenters?”
“Therearefewerarrivalsthanyoumightimagine.AndIamindeedwellacquainted
witheveryonepossessingpowerssuchasyours.”
“Andaretheremany?”
“Veryfew,Iwouldimagine,thoughwithoutknowingtheprecisenatureandextentof
yourpowers,Ihavenowayofbeingpositive.”
Thevoicelaughed.“T
heirnumberisdoubtlessexceedinglysmall,elsetheywouldnotlong
beyoursubjects.”
“Thereismoretomyrulethansorcery.”
“Iwouldbethelasttodenyit.Thewillingnesstouseone’spowerisatleastofequal
importance.”
Strahdfrownedbutdidnotflinchastheprickingoftheprotectivespellmomentarily
increased.“Iwastoldofyourtreatmentoftheonesyou...ejected...fromthishouse,”hesaid
evenly.
“Andyoudonotapprove?”
“Onthecontrary,IdoubtthatIwouldhavebeenasmerciful.Ihavelittletolerancefor
thosewhotakewhatisneitherrightfullytheirsnorfreelygiven.”
“Eveniftheobjectinquestionistakenfromthosewhoarenotworthyofitspossession?”
“Andwhoistobethejudgeofanother’sworthiness?”
“Hewhoisworthy.Yourself,forexample.”
“Andyourself?”
“Iwillnotdenyit.”
Thepainonceagainratchedupanotch,butthistimeitdidnotreturntoitsprevious
lowerlevel.
“Itistimewespokeface-to-face,”Strahdsaidabruptly.
“Ithinknot.”
TheescalatingpainsentStrahdstaggeringbackward.Amomentlater,hedissolvedinto
mist,andthepainvanishedalongwithhisbody.
Tentativelyheprobedthestrengthenedspellandfoundithadvirtuallynoeffectonhis
vaporousform.Hehesitatedamoment,thinkingitmightbebesttocomebackanothernight,
whenhehadhadtimetostudythesituationfromadistance,togetfullerreportsfromhis
agents.ButtheonecalledAzalinwouldthenhavehadthesametimetostudy,likelymore,
consideringStrahd’sdiurnallimitations.
Andtherewerehisownvulnerabilitiestoconsider.Againstonewithsuchobvious
powers,wouldtheprotectionswovenaroundandthroughoutCastleRavenloftbeenough?Or
couldtheybebreached?
No,nowthathehadmadehimselfknownandhadglimpsedtheother’sambitionand
power,anydelaywouldbetotheother’sadvantage.
Wraithlike,Strahdflowedforward.Therewasmodestresistancetothephysicalparticles
thatmadeupthemists,butnothingmore.Nothingtouchedthecontrollingessencethatwas
Strahdexceptthechillthatseemedtoblankettheentirearea,achillobviouslynotofphysical
origin.
Likewise,theimagesthatflickeredthroughhisdisembodiedmindashedriftedacross
theruinedcourtyardwerenotofphysicaloriginbutsprangupfromthedepthswithinhimself:
Tatyanaandherkillerandtheearlierdegradationsshehadsufferedathishandswhenhewould
havemadeherhisunwillingbride.
Andthedeath,unsatisfyinglyswift,ofthatkiller.
Themassivefrontdoorofthemanor,seeminglywholeasheapproached,shimmered
andbecameafallenslab.Thewindows,atfirstappearingthesameastheyhadacenturyanda
halfago,wereinrealityblockedbyrotting,saggingboards.
Illusion.Allwasillusion.
Andtheonewhohadcreatedit?Washeanillusionaswell?Anillusioncreatedby
whateverpowershadkeptStrahdprisonerherefornearlytwocenturies?Thefactthatthiswas
happeninghere,ofallplacesintheland,gavehimnochoicebuttothinkthat,illusionornot,it
wasinsomewayconnectedtothosesamepowersandthenever-endingtormenttheyhad
apparentlymadehislot.
Forabriefmomentasheflowedthroughthegapingholethathadbeenthefrontdoor,
hesawUlrich,Tatyana’skiller,hisformaswraithlikeasStrahd’sown,andTatyanaherselfin
Marina’sservingmaid’sclothes,buttheywereagaintheresultofhisownmind’spained
wandering,notthewilloftheonewhowaitedwithin.
Inside,thefaintresistancehehadfelttohismovementfaded.Tentativelyheassumed
hishumanshape,butstillshadowyandinsubstantial,testing,feeling.Whennostabsofpain
brushedatthehalf-formednerves,hemovedfurthertowardsolidity,poisedforinstantretreat.
Stillnothing...onlythechillthatapparentlyhadnophysicalcomponent.
Finallyhestood,fullyformed,inthedustanddetritusthatwasthetruestateofthe
manorhouse.Ashehadexpectedittobe.
Silentlyhelookedabout.Andlistened.Notasoundbutthefaintsighingofthewind
throughtheunprotecteddoorbehindhim.
Norwerethereeven,henotedwithsomerelief,thedarkershadowswithinthedarkness
itself,shadowslikethosethathadvisitedhimbefore.
Thenasound:afaintscraping,immediatelypinpointedtoaroomalongthehall.A
centuryandahalfago,ithadbeenthechamberinwhichLazloUlrichhaddisplayedhiswares,
thedecrepittrunkfilledwithevenmoredecrepitandancientmagicaltomes.
Ofcourse.Therewasapatterntoallthings,eventhoughitsmeaningmoreoftenthan
noteludedhim.
Silentlyhemoveddownthehallway,theghostsofthatothertimestillhauntingit.
Inthedarkenedroom,amanseemedtostandatabroadtable,hisbacktothedoor.On
thetablelayasingleancientvolume,evenolderandmorefragile-appearingthanthoseUlrich
hadprovidedStrahdacenturyandahalfago.Onthefloor,inonecorner,layanebonybox,
thriceembossedwiththeLatoscrest.
Strahdrememberedthecrestwell.Lato’sgrandfather,likeothersthroughthedecades,
hadheardofStrahd’sinterestinthaumaturgicalmattersandhadofferedcertain“magical
volumes”forsale,notformoneybutforfavors.Thevolumesthemselveshadprovenworthless,
elaboratelymadebutdangerouslyinaccuratecopiesofoldervolumescontainingnothing
Strahdhadnotlongpossessed.TheLatoslandsweresubsequentlyfarsmallerandpoorerthan
theyhadpreviouslybeen.HadthecurrentBaronLatosalreadythrownhisuselesslotinwith
thisnewcomer?Ifso,theLatoslandswouldsoonbecomeevensmaller,perhapsnolargerthan
wouldbeneededforagrave.
“IseeyouhavemadetheacquaintanceofBaronLatos,”Strahdsaid,steppingintothe
room.
Thefigurespunaround,startled,thefur-linedcloakswirlingoutwiththemovement.
Likethehouse,thefigure,too,wasillusion,Strahdsaw,butunlikethehouse,hecould
notpenetratethisillusion.Itwastootightlyheld,shieldingwhateverlaybeneathfromevenhis
senses.
“IseeIunderestimatedyou,Strahd,”thefiguresaidwarily,nolongerspeakingtohis
mindaswellastohisears.
“Itisacommonmistake,”Strahdsaidevenly.
Thefigure--theillusionthefigurepresented--smiled.“Nowthatwearespeaking
face-to-face,asyouwished,perhapsyouwouldbewillingtoanswersomequestions.”
“Ifyouwouldbewillingtodothesame.”
“Ofcourse.Whatwouldyouwishfirsttoknow?”
Strahdstudiedthefigureinthedarkness.“HowdidyoucometoBarovia?Wasitthe
miststhatbroughtyou?”
“Youknowofthemists,then?”
“Iknowofthem.Fortwocenturies,theyhavesurroundedmylandandheldithostage,
helditspeople,andmyself,prisoners.Whatdoy ouknowofthem?”
“Farlessthanyou,apparently.IenteredwhatIthoughtweremorningmistswaitingto
beburnedawaybythesun,butwhentheycleared,itwasnight.AndIwashere,inalandso
distantitisunknowninmyown,asmineisunknowninyours.”
Theillusionshrugged,anoddlyhumangesture,andcontinued.“Ihavecometosuspect
yourlandofbeingonadifferentplaneofexistence.Areyoufamiliarwiththeconcept?”
“Ihaveheardmagesspeakofit,butnonehaveofferedevidencetobolstertheirwords.”
Theillusionnodded.“ItisthesameonOerth,”Azalinsaid,asifwiththewordshehad
abandonedthethoughtthatthetwolandsmightexistinthesameworld.“Ihavefeigned
similarknowledge,admittingonlytomyselfthatitwaswildestspeculation.”
“Suchcandorisrare.Doesitextendtoothermatters?Yourreasonsforestablishing
yourselfhere,forexample,intheremnantsofthisparticularmanor?”
“Itisofsignificance,then?”
“IwillperhapsknowthatwhenIknowyourreasons.”
Theillusoryfigureshruggedagain.“ItwasthefirststructureIcameuponaftermy
puzzlingarrival.Andmyneedforshelterisnotgreat.”
“Thismistdepositedyounearby?”
“Quitenearby.Iwasabletodetectthepresenceofthosefourfoolsandtheirvictim.I
intendedmerelytoquestionthem,butthesituationIfounduponenteringdemandedmy
actions.Buttellme,ofwhatsignificanceisthisplacetoy ou?”
“Oneverydeartomewasslaughteredheremanyyearsago.Ithasnotbeenoccupied
sincethattime.Iamsurprisedthat,beneaththeillusion,muchofthestructurestillstands.”
“Youcanseethetruthbeneathillusions,then?”
“Inmanycases.Theoneyouwrapsotightlyaboutyourself,however,is,asyet,beyond
myabilities.”
Onceagainthefigureevincedmonetarysurprise.“Youwouldnotwishtobeprivyto
myreality.IoftenwishthatIwerenot.”
“Youaremorethanmage,then?”
“Andless.”
“Andyourplans?”Strahd’seyessweptovertheancienttome.Itseemedtoradiate
power.
“Myonlydesireistoreturntomyownland.”
“Andifyoucannot?Itrustyouwouldnotthentrytostealmine?”
“Tochallengeopenlyisalwayshonorable.Thatisnot,however,currentlymyintent.”
Strahdnodded.“Isee.Butinthefuture?”
“Whateverhappens,itwillbedictatedbycircumstanceandnecessity.”
“Youdonotruleitoutthen?”
“Iruleoutnothing.Nor,Iimagine,doyou.”
“Itwouldbetheheightoffoolishnesstodoso.”
“Asitwouldbeforme.”
Strahdstudiedthefigure,stilltryingtoseebeyondtheillusion,togetatleastahintof
whatthisAzalin’strueformwasandwhatsortofpowers,beyondtheobvious,hepossessed.
Butwhateverhewas,whereverhewasfrom,hewasherenow,inBarovia,anditwas
herehehadtobedealtwith,andcarefully.Used,ifpossible.Controlled,nomatterwhatthe
cost.
Butdealtwith.Inthat,therewasnochoice.
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Firaneyedthetall,capedfigurebeforehim.StrahdvonZarovich,hecalledhimself,and
hewasobviouslymorethanthesimplesorcererLatosthoughthimtobe.Onlyonewith
substantialpowerscouldhavepenetratedthedefensesenclosingthemanorhousesoeasily.
Andhewasfamiliarwiththemists,perhapseventheshadowsandtheirvoices.Perhaps,
despitehisseemingdenial,hewastheirmaster.
HadFiranstillbeenmortal,hewouldhaveshiveredatthethought.
ButwhateverStrahdwas,thiswashisland--hadb eenhisland,ifhecouldbebelieved,
sincehalfacenturybeforeFiran’sbirth.
Ifanyoneknewhowtoescapethisland,eventoreachbeyonditandplunkanotherin,
itwouldalmostcertainlybeStrahd.Therefore,evenifitwerepossibletodestroyhim--andthat
wasseriouslyindoubtinanyevent--itwouldbeill-advised.
Atleastuntilhelearnedagreatdealmore.Averygreatdeal.
No,thiswassomeonewithwhomhemustdeal,anddealwithexceedingcare.Inthat,
hehadnochoice.
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Thuswasanuneasyallianceformed.Fornearlyfourdecades,itcontinued,neither
prosperingnorentirelywithering.
Earlyon,Firandecidedthat,thoughStrahdpossessedthisland--orwaspossessedby
it--toafargreaterdegreethanFiranhadeverpossessedKnurloranyofthelandshehad
conquered,Strahdwasfarfrombeingincontrolofhisownfate.Hewascertainlynot,asFiran
hadalternatelyhopedandfeared,incontrolofthemistsandtheshadowvoicesthatappeared
tobetheirtruemasters.StrahdwasasmuchaprisonerasFiranwas,andequallyfrustratedat
hispowerlessnesstoescape.
TwiceanewincarnationofStrahd’sobsessionwasfound,andtwiceshewaslost,
despiteFrian’searnesteffortstoaidhim.Olya,shewasnamedonce,andTanyatheother,asif
somethingweretauntinghimnotonlywithherfaceandsoulbuthernameaswell.Eachtime,
thoughStrahdvehemently--perhapstoovehemently--denieditspresence,Firanheardthe
shadowlaughterthathehadcometoexpectwheneveranotherhopewasdashed.
Ascoreoftimes,theyseemedonthevergeofachievingtheirmutualgoal,thepiercing
ofthemiststhatboundthembothtothisland.Ascoreoftimestheyfailed.
Ascoreoftimes,eachfoundreasontolashoutattheother,placingblameforthe
failuresorcursingtheother’strickeryanddeceit.
Ascoreoftimes,theshadowlaughterateatwhatremainedofFiran’ssoul.
Anotherscoreoftimes,spellsandrumorsofspellsreachedtheirears--spellsthat,ifnot
capableofprovidingthemwithpassagethroughthemists,wouldallowthemtoreachthrough
andplunkbacktheobjectsoftheirdesirefromthelandsbeyond.Allbutonewereprovento
befrauds,andthatone,likethesummoningthathadlongagodestroyedabelovedbrother,
broughtforthsomethingthatneitherofthemcouldcontrolorcountenance.Onlytheir
combinedefforts--oneofthefewtimestheyhadtrulyworkedtogetherwithouteachdiverting
atleastasmallpartofhisattentionandstrengthtokeepingwatchontheother--madeit
possibletobanishthecreatureandwardoffevengreaterdisaster.
Everyday,whileStrahdlayinhissecretandimpenetrablerestingplace,Firanspentat
leastafewmomentsinwhathadfromthefirstdaysbecomearitual:attemptingtocommitto
memoryaspell,a nyspell,thathehadnotknownbeforethemistshaddepositedhimhere.
Everydayhefailed.Everydayheheardtheshadowylaughter,thoughhesuspectedthat,in
theseinstancesatleast,hisownmindwastheculprit,asStrahdinsisteditwasinall.Therewas
surelyalimiteventotheshadows’appetiteforwitnessinghisrepeatedfailureandhumiliation.
Andyethedidnotsurrender.Hewouldnotbreakthevowofconstantdefiancehehad
swornthatfirstnight.Moreimportantly,hewouldnottakethechancethattheonedayhe
failedtomaketheattemptwouldbetheonedaytheshadowswouldchoosetorelent.
Still,thereweremanyhoursleftinwhichtocontemplatethefateofthelandthathad
beentakenfromhim.
AndthefateofIrik,hisson,whomhehad,nomatterthereasons,failed,bothinlife
andindeath.
Andhisownfate,overwhichheseemedtohavelesscontrolwitheachpassingday.
Andsoitwent,hisfrustrationanddespairgrowinggreaterwitheverydefeatandevery
disappointment.
Until...
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Thelong-abandonedmonasterystoodonthebanksoftheLuna,withinsightofwhere
theriverdisappearedintothemiststhatmarkedtheBarovianborder.Aftermorethananhour
ofsearchingthroughitscrumblinginterior,Firanemergedwithasinglescroll.
Strahd,thoughhecouldhaveenteredwithoutundueeffortordanger,hadchosento
remainwiththeopencarriageoutsidethegroundsonwhat,perhapsahundredyearsago,had
beenanarrowsupplyroadthroughthesurroundingforest.Impatientlyheheldouthishand
forthescrollasFiranapproachedandclimbedontotheseatbesideStrahd.
“Thisisall?”Strahdeyedthesinglescrollsuspiciously.
“Youarewelcometoenterandconductyourownsearch,vonZarovich!”Firan
snapped.
Strahdslowlygrimacedandcarefullycurledasmallportionofthescroll,thengrimaced
again.“Protectionagainstthedepredationsoftheundead.Ihaveseenahundredlikeitand
havehadhalfofthemdirectedagainstme.”--adarksmilecurledacrosshisface--“beforeI
turnedthemonthewielders.”
Abruptlythevampirestood,droppingthescrollontotheseatbesideFiran.“Dowithit
whatyouwill,”Strahdsaid.Amomentlater,hishumanformfoldedinonitselflikeadark
flamedrawnbackwardintoitssource.Brieflyitfloatedamorphouslyintheairbeforewings
billowedoutandbegantolightlychurntheair.
Thecreature’stinyeyeslockedwithFiran’sforamoment,andthenitflowedaway,
takingabriefcirclethroughthemonasterygroundsasiftoprovethatitcould,thenrising
towardthetreetopsandsettingofftothewestandtheBalinokMountains.Itwouldflutter
downfromthepeaksandintoCastleRavenloftwellbeforedawn,whileFiranwouldbelucky
tohavefoundhiswaybacktotheOldZvalichRoadandreachedVallakibythen.
Butitmatterednot.Afternearlyfortyyearsofpowerlessimprisonmentinthisland,
littlemattered.Inh isworld,e verythinghadmattered.Therehadbeentensofthousandsofhis
subjectsandalltheproblemsthatentailed.TherehadbeenlandsbeyondthebordersofKnurl,
landsthatprovidedaconstantthreatandaconstantchallenge,bothofwhichhehadbeen
morethancapableofmeeting.
Therehadbeennewspellstobefoundandlearned.Therehadbeenhope.Buthere…
Herehisonlygoalwastoescape,toreturntothatotherworld,ther ealworld.
Andhewasnoclosertothatgoalnowthanthemomenthehadbeendepositedhere.
Orperhapshewasfartherfromhisgoal.Therewasnowayofknowing,nowaytojudge
hisprogress--whentherewasnoprogress.
Thehorseshiftednervouslyinitsharness.NowthatStrahd,whoserapportwith
animalsalmostcounteractedFiran’soppositeinfluence,wasgone,hewouldhavetostrengthen
thespellorriskthecreature’sbolting.Hisconstantlymaintainedillusionofhumanity,whileit
mightfooltheeyes,couldnotbeguiletheanimal’sinnersenses.NorcouldittrickFiran’sown,
nomatterhowhardhewishedhecouldachievetotalforgetfulness.Animageofthedecaying
corpsethatwashistrueformalwayslurkedjustbelowthesurfaceofhisthoughts,readyto
springforthandremindhimofhistruenatureifeverhehadthegreatgoodfortune--the
audacity--tosucceedinhisconstantefforttoforceitfromhisconsciousness.
Murmuringtherequisitewords,heheldthereinstightlyastheanimalgradually
calmed,atleastexternally.Inwardly,Firanknew,itwasstillacoiledspringreadytoexplodethe
momentthespellwaslifted.
Hiseyeswenttotheswirlingwallofmistbarelyahundredyardsbeyondtheremnants
ofthemonastery.Thealmostinvisiblecarttracktheyhadfollowedthroughtheforest
disappearedentirelywhereitpassedthefallenirongatetothegrounds.Atonetime,beforethe
mistshadcutBaroviaofffromtheoutsideworld,thetrackhaddoubtlesscontinuedon,
parallelingtheriverbanktowardsomedistantsea.Butnow?Theriverstillflowed,itswaters
disappearingintothemistyborder,butifheweretoleapintotheriverandlethimselfbe
carriedalongbythecurrent,hewouldbeenvelopedbythemistsforafewseconds,evena
minute,onlytoemerge,completelydisoriented,whereanotherriverenteredtheland,
sometimesmilesaway,sometimestensofmiles.Strahdhadwarnedhim,buthehadtried
anyway,notoncebutadozentimesinadozenrivers.
Ashehadtriedtheroads,andthefields,andthemountains.
AsStrahdhadtriedbeforehim.
Hehadtriedeveryspellthatheknew.Hehadeventaughtthosesamespellsandothers
toStrahd,invainhopethatthevampirelord,moreintunewiththislandinwhichhewasboth
rulerandprisoner,couldaccomplishwhatFirancouldnot.
Butitwasalltonoavail.Therewasnothingmoretotry,nothingmoretodobutwait.
Andcursethedayhehadfledintothemorningmistratherthanstandandfight.He
mighthavebeendefeated,hisexistencebroughttoanend,buteventhatwouldhavebeen
preferabletotheeternityoffrustrationtowhichhehadapparentlybeencondemned.
Fromoutofthedarknesscamethesoundofhooves,andallelsefellsilentexceptforthe
nervousshiftingofhishorseinitsleatherharness.
Itwasn’tthemuffledthunderofhislong-agopursuers--thoughhewouldhave
welcomedthem!--butaslowandrhythmictapping,notunlikethatofhisownhorsebarelyan
hourearlierasheandStrahdhadmovedcautiouslyalongthenearlyinvisiblecarttrack.
HisSight,stillbluntedafteralltheseyears,piercedthenearbydarknessoftheforest,but
therewasnothing.
Thesoundofhoovesgrewlouder.Amomentlateritwasjoinedbythemurmurof
voices,themuffledbarkofacommand.
Andtheunmistakablecreakingrumbleofwagonwheels.
Themists!Thesoundswerecomingfromthemists!Forthefirsttimeinthreedecades,
Firanfelthope.
Fearfully,instinctivelybynow,helookedaboutfortheshadows,listenedfortheir
laughter.
Buttherewereonlythesoundsoftheapproachingwagons.
Leapingdownfromthecarriageseat,heracedtotheedgeofthemist.Likeawallof
roilingsmoke,ittoweredoverhim,stretchingashighashissensescouldreach.
Thehoovescouldn’tbemorethanadozenyardsin,soclosehecouldfeelthevibrations
inthegrounditself,andyethecouldseenothing.
Stillcloserthesoundscame,certainlynomorethanhalfadozenyardsnow.Hecould
heartherustleoftheharness,theflutteringofahorse’smuzzleasitexhaled,couldalmostfeel
itsbreath.
Butitcamenocloser.Thesoundscontinued,notgettinglouder,remainingatthesame
level,asiftheverygroundbeneaththeirhooveswasslidingbackwardastheytrodforward.
Yetstillnothingemerged.Hecouldhearthevoicesnow,severaltalkingatonce,
individualwordsstillunintelligible.Behindhim,hisownhorsewhinniedandbuckedweakly
againsttheharnessandthespellthatheldit.
Suddenlyherealizedthatthesoundswerebeginningtofade.Itwasasifthewagonshad
turnedandweremovingaway,yettherehadbeennosoundofturning,nogratingthewheels
shifteddirection,nobarkedcommandstothehorses.
Andyetthesoundswerefading.
Heshouted,“Comeback!Whoeveryouare,comeback!”
Therewasnoresponse,onlythestill-fadingsoundsofthewagons.
Heshoutedagain,awordlessscreamofanguish,andracedintothemists,notslowly
andcautiouslyashehaddonesooftenbeforebutfullspeedandrecklessly.
Butthesoundsofhoovesandwagonscamenocloser.
Heran,shouting,“Wait!Waitforme!”
Theroughflooroftheforestvanishedfrombeneathhisfeet,replacedbyafeatureless
plain.ThesoundoftheLunaRiverwasgone.Therewasonlythesoundofthehoovesand
wagons,somewhereahead.
Stillheran.
Suddenlythesoundsweregrowinglouder.Withoutwarning,themistsvanished,and
hewascrashingheadlongintothesideofthewagon,around-roofed,brightlycoloredgypsy
wagon.
Vistani!Theywhotraveledthemists.
Strahdhadspokenofthegypsytribesahundredtimes,spokenofhowtheyseemedtied
tonooneworldbutcouldtravelthroughthemiststoanyworldtheychose.Buthehadalso
spokenofhisowninabilitytograsptheirwaysandtheirinability--orunwillingness--tohelp
him.
Andoftheirlongabsencefromtheland.WhenStrahdhadbeenmortal,beforethe
mistshadenclosedBarovia,thegypsieshadbeenacommonsight.Formanyyearsafter,while
Strahdsoughtvainlyforameansofescape,theyhadbeen,ifnotcommonsights,farfromrare.
Strahdhadspokenwithdifferenttribesdozensoftimes,hadsoughttheirhelp,hadbeggedand
bargainedwiththemtoexplaintheirabilitiesinwayshecouldunderstandandmakeuseof,
buttonoavail.
Andthen,inafitoffrustrationandtemper,hehadlashedoutatonetribe,takingtheir
patriarchprisoner,vowingtofreehimonlywhentheygaveupthesecretStrahdsought.
Theverynextnight,afoghadrolledinwardfromthebordersofBarovia,blanketingthe
entireland,fromdeepestvalleytohighestmountaintop.
Whenthefogburnedoffthefollowingmorning,likethemostnaturalmorningmists,
noVistaniwagonorcampfirecouldbefoundwithinBarovia.
AndthepatriarchStrahdhadheldprisonerinRavenloft’sdeepestdungeonwasgone,
hisbloodstainedshacklesempty.
Fromthatdaytothis,morethansixtyyearshadpassedandifStrahdcouldbebelieved,
notasingleVistanihadbeenseeninBarovia.
Disoriented,Firanlookedaround.Thebrightlycoloredwagonhadstopped,pairof
sturdyhorsesthatpulleditstandingmotionlessexceptfortheflickofatail,theflareofa
nostril.Beneathitswheelstherewasnopath,notevensomuchastheremainsofacarttrack.A
secondwagonwashaltedadozenyardsbehindtheoneFiranhadcrashedinto.Onallsideswas
forest,withfewopeningswideandtallenoughtoaccommodatethewagons.Somewhere
beyondthewagons,ariverwhisperedpast,butnottheluna,Firanrealizedwithastart.
Itwastheunnamedriverbywhichhehadbeendepositedfourdecadesago!Theforest
hadchangedandthickened,butheknewitwasthesamespot.
Aluxuriantlymustachedman,gypsybandannatightabouthishead,billowingsilky
shirtabovesilver-beltedbreechesandmud-stainedboots,jumpeddownfromthefrontofthe
leadwagon,glaringatFiran.Apairofsimilarlydressed,similarlyscowlingmensatonthe
driver’sseatofthesecondwagon.
“Whoareyoutointerferewithourmovements?”themandemanded.“Tobringus
here?”
“Ibroughtyounowhere!”Firansaid,returningtheanger.“Imerelyfollowedthe
soundsofyourwagonintothemistsinordertospeakwithyou.”
“Ifnotyou,thenwho?HasStrahdfoundnewmagictoworkagainstus?”
“Againsty ou?W
hatmagicworksagainsty ou?”Suddenlytheyearsofpent-upfury
exploded.“ItisI whohavebeentrappedinthisbenightedlandfornearlyfourdecades!ItisI
whowasdeliveredhereandheldprisonerbytheverymiststhatyousoblithelytravel!ItisI
whosekingdomwasstolen!ItisI whosesonhasbeenforcedtoendureaneternityoftorment
whileIhaveinmyhandsthepowertoreleasehim,ifonlyIwereallowedtouseit!”
“Donottakeoffense,myLordZal’honan,”avibrantnewvoiceadvised,“butdoyou
yourselfhavenoresponsibilityatallforanyofthesemisfortunes?”
Turningsharplytofacethenewspeaker,Firanmomentarilysuppressedhisangryretort
ashesawthedoorattherearoftheleadwagonhadopened,andawoman--anancientwoman,
seeminglybentandfraildespitethepowerinhervoice--washaltinglydescendingthesteps.Her
gypsydresswasnotcolorfulbutdark,inkeepingwithherage,whileajeweledcomb,almosta
tiara,glitteredinherblackandsilverhair.Themanatthefrontofthewagonbrokeoffhis
glaringatFiranandhurriedtosteadytheoldwoman,butshewavedhimaway.
“IrecallthatBaroviannightswerecold,”shesaid.“Awarmingfirewouldbewelcome.”
“Thisisnotalandwherewearewelcome,”themansaid,scowling.
“Perhapsnot,”shesaid,“buttherearethingstodiscuss.”Hereyes,Firancouldnothelp
butnotice,wereoasesofyouthinherparchmentface.
Themanloweredhisowneyesandhurriedtodoherbidding,joinedquicklybythetwo
fromthesecondwagon.
Afourthman,perhapsthefirstman’sfather,hadclimbeddownfromthefrontofthe
leadwagon,pattingthenearerhorselightly,asiftocalmit.
“Itwouldbebestifyoukeptyourdistancefromtheanimals,Zal’honan,”theold
womansaid.“Vistanihorsesarewelltrainedandaccustomedtomanythings,buteventhey
havetheirlimits.”
Asiftoillustrateherpoint,oneofthehorseswhinniedandrearedupinitsharness.
Frowning,theoldermanturnedbacktotheanimalandlaidacalminghandonitsflank.A
fifthman,noolderthanthefirst,hadappearedattherearoftheleadwagon,asteadyinghand
ontheoldwoman’sarm,alightlymadethree-leggedstoolinhisotherhand.
WhenFiranstartedtospeak,sheraisedahand.Tohisownsurprise,heremainedsilent
asshecrossedthefewyardstowherethethreemenalreadyhadthebeginningsofafiregoing
andwerelayingonlargerslabsofwoodandalsocaughtwithunnaturalease.
Theonewhoaccompaniedhersetthestoolclosetothefire,andsheloweredherself
ontoit,herblackskirtsurroundingit,givingtheimpressionthatshefloatedratherthansat.
“Iwouldofferyousimilaraccommodations,”shesaid,herstartlingeyeslookingupat
Firan’sface,“butIamgiventounderstandthatyourkinddoesnotsetgreatstorebycreature
comforts.”
Allfivemen,nowgatheringbehindher,exchangedpuzzledglancesbutsaidnothing.
“Whatdoyouknowof‘mykind’?”Firanaskedwarily.“Andhowdoyouknowmy
name?”
“Themistsholdfewsecrets,myLordZal’honan,fromthosewhowilllisten.”
“Ifyouknowmyname--andmynature--thenyouknowmyplight.Andyoumustalso
knowthatonlyyourkindcanreturnmetomyrightfuldomain.”Hopewasonceagain
beginningtoseepintohim.Perhaps,afterfourdecades,histormentors’interestinhis
disappointmentsandhumiliationswasflagging.Perhapstheywerelookingelsewherefortheir
diversions.
Perhaps…
“‘Rightfuldomain…’”theoldwomansaid,smilingfaintly,“Bywhatrightdoyou
assertdominion,MasterFiran?”
“Bya llrights!”heflaredattheseemingchallenge.“Butmostofallbyrightofstrength
andjustice!Ibroughtmylandbackfromchaos!Idroveoutthevandalsandbrigandswho
preyedonitspeople,andIgavethemmorethanacenturyofpeaceandstabilityandjustice.
Evenmyenemiescannotdisputethoseclaims!Mysubjectsprospered,andallweretreated
fairlyandequally.”
“Exceptforthoseyoutorturedandthoseyouexecuted.”
“Especiallythose!NoneweresotreatedthatIdidnotpersonallydeterminewere
deservingoftheirfate!”
“Asyoudeterminedthefatedeservedbyyourson?”
“Hisaboveallothers!Inhisweakness,hebetrayedme,betrayedhiscountry!Justice
demandedhisdeath,asitdidthedeathsofhisfellowconspirators!”
“Andyetyouwouldabrogatethatjustice,wereyougiventhechance.”
“Never!”
Theoldwomansmiledagain.“Wouldyounot?What,then,isthisdesiretogivebackto
IrikZal’honanthelifethatyourownjusticetookfromhim?Whereisthefairnessinthat?”
“Thereisnohigherjusticedemandedofthosewhosedestinyistorule.”
“Andthathigherjusticedemandswhat?Thatyoursonbereturnedtolifewhileall
othersremainintheirgraves?”
“Theotherscanresteasilyintheirgraves!Theirswasnottheresponsibilitytolead!
Theirfailuresweresmallbycomparison,andunsurprising.Beforemysoncanresteasily,he
mustberedeemed!Beforehecanrest,theweaknessthatovertookhim,theweaknessthat
othersfosteredinhim,theweaknessthatledtohisbetrayalmustbeovercomeandexpunged!”
“Andifhedoesnotwishtoberedeemed?”
“Thechoiceisnothis!”
“Ifnothis,thenwhose?”
“Mine!Itismyd
utytoseethatheisredeemed,thathecanfinallygotohisrest!”
“Yourduty,MasterFiran?”
Underherprodding,athousandmemoriesfloodedFiran’smind.
Athousandfailuresbredbyathousandweaknessesofhisown.
Athousandinstancesofwhenhisdisciplineoftheboyhadnotbeenthoroughorharsh
enough,hisreasoningnotcogentenoughtoconvincetheboyoftherightnessofthecoursehis
fatherhadchosenforhim.
AndforthelastsixyearsofIrik’stragicallyshortlife,Firanhad,herealizednow,
completelyabdicatedhisresponsibilitytotheboy.Despitethesuddennessoftheboy’sseeming
awakeningtotheharshrealitiesoflife,despitehisunexpectedacceptanceofhisfather’sedicts,
Firanhadtakentheboy’swordforhisconversion.Hehadnotusedhismagictodetermineits
truthorfalsity,ashewouldhavewithanyservantorally.Hehadnotferretedoutthetruth,as
hesurelycouldhavedone,andthenfaceditandfoughtitwithallhismight.
Andthathadbeenthegreatestfailureofall:IthadallowedIriktobecomeatraitor.It
hadenabledhimtoferrysecretsandwarningstohisso-calledfriendsforsixlongyears.
Andithadsenthimtoatraitor’sdeathathisfather’shand.
“Myd
uty!”Firangrated.“Can’tyousee?Itwasm
yfailurethatallowedthisweaknessto
takerootwithinhim!Itwasm
yfailurethatleddirectlytohisdeath!”
“Andifyouweregivenasecondchance,youwould,forhisowngood,remedythose
failures?Isthatyourtrueheart’sdesire?”
“Ofcourseitis!Whatfathercouldsayotherwise?”
“Whatfatherindeed.Certainlynotonewhoslewhissonwithhisownhand.”
“Itwasnecessary!Thatwasmydutyaswell!”
“Onlyyoucanbethejudgeofwhereyourdutyliesandwhatformittakes.Likewise,
onlyyoucandetermineyourownheart’sdesire.”
Theoldwomanstood,themovementsosmoothitwasasifshehadlevitated.Asshe
turned,herblackskirtbillowedoutlikeashadowinthefirelight.Themenwhohadstood
guardbehindherpartedassmoothlyasshehadrisen.Theyoungestpickedupthestooland
followedasshemadeherwaybacktoherwagon,offeringhisarmasshereachedthesteps.
“Itistimetocontinueonourway,”shesaid.Atthetopofthesteps,sheturnedtolook
atFiran.“Itistimeforyoutomoveonaswell.”
Thenthecolorfuldoorwasclosingbehindher,andthemenwereclimbingintothe
drivers’seats.Amistwasrisingfromthenearbyrivergully.Shadowsseemedtogatherhigh
abovethecampfire,whichwasdying,thoughithadbeenonlyminutessinceithadflaredinto
life.
“Wait!”heshouted,butthewagonswerealreadymoving,themistbillowingoutfrom
thegully,envelopingthem.
Andtheshadows…
Suddenlyhewasalone,themistsblottingouteverythingbutthesoundofthewagons
andthequietcommandsoftheirdrivers.
“Youhavebeengivenasecondchancetoachieveyourheart’sdesire,FiranZal’honan,
Azal’LanofKnurl,”hislong-deadfather’svoicerolledoutofthemists.“Fewaregrantedsuch
privilege.Icertainlywasnot,whenmysonswerelosttome.Donotsquanderthisopportunity
asyouhavesquanderedsomanyinthepast.”
Andhismemoriesbegantodisappear.
Likeforgottenspells,theyvanishedonebyone,leavingintheirwakeonlytheterrible
knowledgethathehadknownsomethingmomentsbefore,somethingthatwasnowhidden,
perhapsgoneforever.Hislastmemorywasoftwoyoungboys,racingrecklesslythroughthe
backalleysofacityhecouldn’tremember,onanerrandhecouldn'tcomprehend.
Andthenthat,too,wasgone.
Foramoment,awrenchingdizzinessstruckathim,andhewasconfrontedbyahideous
figureinshroudsofthegrave.Foranothermoment,thefigure’seyes,glowingcoalsdeepin
hollowsockets,boredintohis,andthenitwasretreatingthroughthemists,fleeing.
Andhewasalone,shiveringandhelpless.
PartIV:Darkon
Twenty-Two
579,BarovianCalendar
Onthestonecoldfloor,theshatteredfragmentsofthegoldendragonskullstirred,asif
touchedbyagentlewhirlwind.Glitteringintheneardarkness,theshardscircledlikeaswarm
oftinygoldeninsects,firstdustingalongtheflooritself,thenrisingslowlyintotheairtoforma
whirlingspiral.
Evenmoreslowly,thespinningcloudofparticlesdriftedoverthehideousthingonthe
floor.Foralongtime,ithoveredoverthebody,thenslowlydescended,swirlingaboutthehead
likeagrotesquecrown.
Itbrightened,almostsparkling.
Thebodytwitchedinitsblood-anddirt-encrustedburialshroud.Theeyesockets,
blackandemptyuntilnow,beganonceagaintoglowredlyasconsciousnessreluctantly
returned.
Theswirlingmotesbrightenedagain,grewthicker,andthenhoveredaboutthepedestal
onwhichtheskullhadrested.Allaroundtheroom,shadowsstirredandmuffledvoices
murmured.
Andthedragonskullbegantore-formoutofthemotes.
Andtoexpand.
Likeaglitteringcloud,theskulltookshape,growinglargerandmoreominousbythe
second.
Finallythemotestookonsolidityandfusedintoamassivewhole.
HundredsoftimesthesizeoftheoriginalskullthatFiranZal’honan,longagoonOerth
andtheninBarovia,hadwornonachainaroundhisneck,itrestedimperiouslyonthe
pedestal.Thehorns,barefractionsofaninchbefore,werecurving,foot-longdaggers.The
almostinvisibledepressionsinthetopoftheskullwerenowdeep,gracefulindentations.
Andinthemouth,flickeringbehindteethwhoselivingcounterpartscouldripamanto
shreds,burnedaflickeringlightthatcouldneverbeextinguished,alightthatcastabalefulflow
onthepaintingsandcarvingsthatstretchedcompletelyaroundtheroom.Theonedepicting
theexecutionofIrikZal’honanwasbackinitsplace,thestoicallyimpassivefaceofthe
executionerplainlyvisiblenow.
Muffledlaughterreplacedthemurmuringvoicesasconsciousnessreturnedtothe
creature--totheundeadthingthatFiranDarcalusZal’honanhadlongagobecomeandhad
nowbecomeoncemore--andAzalin,wholeagain,lurchedtohisfeet.
Andthememoryofwhathewasandwhathehaddoneandhowhehadbeentricked
descendedoverhimlikethepoisonousfogthatsurroundedStrahd’scastle.
“Youplayedfalsewithmymemory!”heragedatthevoicesmurmuringfromthe
shadows.“Thechoiceyouofferedwasmeaningless!Thewholecharadewasjustanotherof
yourendless,vicioustricks!”
“Youweregiventhechancetoachieveyourtrueheart’sdesire.”Irik’svoice,ladenwith
sarcasm,emergedfromtheshadows.“Youweregiventhechancetoforgiveyourselfformy
death.”
“Forgivem
yself?W
hatmadnessisthis?Ineednoforgivenessformetingoutjustice,least
ofallfrommyself!”
“Thereisnootherfromwhomyouwillacceptit,”Irik’svoicecontinuedrelentlessly.
“Youwillnotacceptitevenfromme,thoughIhaveoffereditendlessly.”
“Norwillyouacceptitfromme,”hisyoungerbrother’svoice,unheardinrealityfor
morethanacenturyandahalf,spokefromtheshadows.
“Moretricks!Youarenotreal,anyofyou!Youarethevoicesofmytormentors,nothing
more!”
“Yourtormentisyourownmaking,”hisson’svoicesaidsadly.“Onlyyouarecapableof
endingit.”
“Thisisinsane!Idesireforyou--Idesireformys on--tohavethechancetoredeem
himselfforhisweakness!Thatisa llIdesire!”
“Isthatwhyyoutormentusboth?”Irik’svoicecontinued.“Isthatwhyyourefuseto
allowmyspirittomoveon?SoIcanberedeemed?Inwhoseeyes?Inyours?”
“Inhisown!”
“Tohaveactedinaccordwithmyconscienceisredemptionenough,Father.Asit
shouldbewithyou.”
“Itis!Myconscienceisclear!”
Theshadowsstirred.“Thenwewillleaveyoutofaceit,”hisfather’svoicesaid.“Youare
whatyouare,Firan.Itwasalwaysbeyondmypowertochangeyou,andnowitseemsthatitis
beyondyourown.”
Andtheshadowsweregone,allowingnofinalreply.
Foralongmoment,hewassilent,remembering,hardening.Hewouldnotallowhis
tormentorstowin,tomakehimdoubthimself.Hewouldremainstrong,ashehadforovera
hundredandfiftyyears.
Hisonlyerrorhadbeenthosemomentsofweaknesswhenhehadfallenpreytohisown
despairandwishedforindefinablesurcease.Thatwaswhenthepowersthathadlongago
depositedhiminBaroviahadonceagainexercisedtheirsadisticsenseofhumor.Theyhadsent
himonceagainthroughthemists,thistimenotasasinglebeingbutastwo.Theyhadgiven
independentexistencetotherottingshellhehadgrowntohate,andtheyhadgiveneachits
ownsetofdistortedandtreacherous“memories”.
A“secondchange,”theyhadcalledit,andtheystoodbackandlaughedashemadethe
inevitable--andcorrect!--decision.
Forgiveness!
Nomore!Hewouldnotagainplayintotheirhandsbydisplayingweakness.Hewould
playintotheirhandsbydisplayingweakness.Hewouldplaythehandasdealt,anddamnthe
consequences!Letthemdotheirworst!
Hisglowingeyesrakedacrossthepaintings,acknowledgingtheirreality,denyingtheir
poweroverhim.Toprovetohimself--tothem!--thathecould,hesettledhisgazeonIrik’s
image,thenletitdriftupwardtothefacebehindthedescendingblade,thefaceofFiran
Zal’honan,themortalhehadoncebeen.
Noweakness.
Iwasrightthen,andIamrightnow.Ihadnootheracceptablechoice.None.AsIhave
nochoicenowbuttocontinuesearchingforawaytogivemysonachanceforredemption.
Turningabruptly,hestrodefromtheroom,barelynoticingthatthebloody,
dirt-encrustedburialshroudthathadwrappedhisdecayingfleshhadbeenreplacedbythe
glisteningebonyfineryhehadseemedtowearwhen“LordDarcalus”hadwelcomedtheguests
toAvernus.Andtherottingwreckofhisfaceandbodywereonceagainbeingtransformedinto
theillusionofhumanity.
Butnotthegolden-hairedillusionhehadpresentedthen.Nowthathewaswholeagain,
hewasdonewithsuchvanityandfoolishness.Y
ouarewhatyouare,theshadowshadsaid
throughhisfather’svoice,andthatiswhathewouldbe,atleastfortherestofthisnight.
Ashefloweddownthestairs,hisfeetbrushingagainstonlyanoccasionalstep,the
hawklikefeaturesofFiranZal’honanformedandsolidified.Theillusionsmiledgrimlyashe
thoughtofFiran’scompanionsoftheeveningandimaginedtheirreactiontothis
development.
Twenty-Three
579,BarovianCalendar(continued)
“Wherehaveyoub een?”
TheangerinBalitor’svoicewasbetrayedbytheconcerninhiseyesasOldarapproached
himthroughthemillingcrowdintheballroom.TherewasnosuchconcernintheLord
Karawinn’sface.Thedeliberatehumiliationofhavingtostandbylikeacommonservantwhile
Aldewaineandtheothernoblesandtheirladiesgorgedthemselvesandprattledon
inconsequentiallyhadlongsincedrainedhislimitedrationofforcedgoodhumor.EvenLady
Karawinn,takingtheplaceofthenonexistentLadyAldewaine,hadfoundaseatandseemedto
beenjoyingherselfimmenselydespiteherhusband’sincreasinglyobviousdiscomfiture.
“Moretothepoint,Oldar,”Karawinnsnapped,brushingBalitoraside,“whereisthat
foolwhocallshimselfawizard?Hasheaccomplishedanything?Hasheevenl earnedanything,
nowthatwehaveriskedourlivesgaininghimentrancetothisplace?”
“Hewillhavetotellyouhimself,mylord,”Oldarsaid,loweringhiseyes.“Ithasbeena
strangertimethanIcouldhaveimagined,andIhaveunderstoodnoneofit.HehastoldmeI
shouldleaveAvernusassoonasitispossible.Ifitindeedwillbepossible.”
Thefrownsonbothquestionersdeepened,Balitor’sinconcern,Karawinn’sinrenewed
annoyance.“Whathaveyoudonethatwouldpreventyou--oranyofus--fromleaving?”
Karawinndemanded.
“Wewereguided,Iknownotbywhat,tothenetherregionsofthecastle,whereIwas
possessedbyaspiritclaimingtobeMasterFiran’sson.Hesentmeawaywhenthespirit
releasedme,soIknownot--”
“Whatmadnessisthis?”Karawinnhissed.“MycousinandIhavevirtuallylaidourlives
inhishands,bringinghimintoAvernusunderourprotection,andyoutalkofpossession.”
“IknowwewereledtoaplaceMasterFiranwishedtofind.”
“Andwhatplacewasthat?”
“Idonotknow.IknowonlythatitisintheupperreachesofAvernus,highinatower
thatmusttouchthesky.MasterFiranseemedtorecognizeit,asherecognizedthespiritofhis
sonwhenitspokethroughme.Itmeantmenoharm.Iwasfrightened,butonlybecauseofthe
utterstrangenessoftheexperience,notbecauseIfearedthespiritmightwishmeill.”
“Howveryconsiderateofthiswraith!”Karawinn’swhisperwasladenwithsarcasm.
“Whatofme?Whatofmycousin?Didthisspirit--”
“Iwouldhaveyourattention,mylordsandladies.”
Thecavernousroomswerefilledwithasternlycommandingvoice,avoicethatspoke
notonlytotheirearsbutdirectlytotheirmindsaswell.Karawinnandahundredothers
wincedandfellsilent,asifaneedleprickhadaccompaniedeachword.OldarandBalitor,eyes
widebutotherwiseunaffected,exchangedstartledglancesandlookeduptothebalcony,where,
hoursearlier,Darcalushadappearedtowelcomethem.
Butthebalconywasempty.
Andthevoicewascomingfromeverywhere.
“Mylordsandladies,yourmealisatanend,andyourpresenceisrequiredinthe
ballroom.”
Aroundthebanquettable,thefewwhohadcontinuedtoeatafterthefirstwordshad
beenutteredwerecaughtinparoxysmsofcoughing,spewingoutshowersofhalf-chewed
delicacies.
Whenthecoughingandchokingfinallysubsided,therewastotalsilence.Eventhe
soundofbreathingwassubdued.
“Iapologizeforneglectingmyearlierpromise--Darcalus’spromise--tospeakindividually
withthosewithwhomIhadbusiness,buttheeventsoftheeveninghavebeensuchthatthose
discussionsarenolongerrequired.”
Thedisembodiedvoicepausedtoletacollectiveanduneasysighofreliefrisefromthe
assemblage.
“Withafewexceptions,”itwenton,“y ouwillbefreetobeonyourwaytoyourlands
beforethenightisover,andthoseexceptionswillbedealtwithhereandnow,foralltosee...andto
beinstructedby.”
Dozenspaled,nonemoresothanKarawinn,hiseyesfilledwithfearandfuryasthey
soughtoutOldar,buthesomehowmaintainedhissilence.Alongthelengthofthetable,there
wasthesoundofahundredchairsslidingbackwardsimultaneously,snatchedawaybyinvisible
hands.Someoftheoccupantscrashedtothefloor,othersmanagedtolurchtotheirfeet.Nota
fewgraspedatthetablecoveringandstillfell,bringingtheremainsoftheirmealsdownupon
them.
Firstone,thenanotherbeganalurching,marionette-likewalkfromthedininghallto
theballroom.Others,takingtheirlessonquickly,weresuddenlytramplingeachotherinan
efforttoreachtheballroombeforethey,too,weretakeninhand.
Asthelastofthestragglers,AldewaineandLadyKarawinnamongthem,hadcleared
thedininghall,theairabovethebalconyatthefarendoftheballroom,almostdirectlyabove
thetiny,drapery-hiddendoorthroughwhichOldarhadledFiran,shimmered,settingthewall
behindtowaveringlikeadistantdesertmirage.
Whentheshimmeringstopped,afigurestoodthere,afigurecladinblack,thesameas
Darcalushadearlierappearedin.Butthefacewasnotthehandsome,boyishonetheyhadall
seenonlyhoursbefore,norwasittoppedbytheequallyillusorygoldencurls.
Itwasaleanerface,middle-agedandhawk-nosed,itshairdarkandstraight,itsglittering
eyessternandhard.
“Firan!”TheharshwhisperofthenameemergedunbiddenfromKarawinn’sthroat.
Foramoment,hisfacewasamodelofconfusionandpuzzlement,butthenhegrinned,barely
abletosuppressashoutofglee.
“Hedidit!”Thehissofhiswhisperedwordscouldnothavecarriedadozenyards,and
yetthediamond-hardeyesofthefigureinblackturnedimmediatelytoLordKarawinn.
“LordKarawinn,”thefigureacknowledged,thewordsnowspokennormally,even
quietly,nolongerprojectedsimultaneouslyintothemindsofthelisteners.Evenso,thewords
reachedeverycornerofthemassive,crowdedroom.“Itakeityouarepleasedwithmynew
appearance.”
ThegrinthatKarawinnhadstruggledtocontrolfaded,notbecauseofthewordsbut
becauseoftheicytone.HiseyesdartedquestioninglytowardOldar,whocouldofferno
counsel.
“It--itseemsyouhaveachievedyourgoal,”Karawinnstammered.
“Inamannerofspeaking,”thefigureagreed.“Butthereismoretobedonethisnight.”
TheeyesleftKarawinnandfocusedonthecrowdnearthedoortothedininghall.“Bargainsto
bediscussed.Isthatnottrue,BaronAldewaine?LadyKarawinn?”
“Therewasanagreementmade,MasterFiran,”Aldewaine’svoice,warybutnotyetas
uneasyasKarawinn’s,agreed.
“Therewas.”Thefiguresmiledagain,itslipslikerazors.“Unfortunatelyforyou,the
oneyouknewasFiranwasnotinfullpossessionofthefactswhenthatagreementwasmade.
Butnowthatheis…”
“Buty ouareFiran!”Aldewaine’svoiceprotested.
“AgainImustsay,‘inamannerofspeaking.’IamandIamnot.IwasandImaybe
again.IchoosenowtobeaddressedasLordAzalin.Theeventsofthisnightarelikelybeyond
yourcomprehension,ascertainaspectsareyetbeyondmyown.ThereforeIwilldealonlywith
mattersthatareclearlyunderstoodbyallinvolved.”
“Asyouwish,”Aldewaineagreed.
“AsIwish,indeed.Andwhatofy ourw
ishes?Yourfondestwish,asIrecall,wastolive
therestofyourdayshere,inAvernus.”
Acollectivegasprosefromthecrowd,butAldewaineremainedsilent.
“Wasthatnotyourwish,BaronAldewaine?”thefigureprodded.
“Asitwouldbeanyone’s,”Aldewainefinallysaid,thewarinessinhisvoiceedgingover
intouneasinessifnotfear.
“Perhaps.Butnoothershavebeenpreparedtogotothelengthsthatyouandyour
cousinwerewillingtogo.Ist hatnotright,Aldewaine?”
TherewasalongsilencebeforeAldewainespokeagain,hisvoicetight.“Nofurther
thanyouyourself,MasterFiran.”
Thefigurenoddedsagely.“NofurtherthanFiran,”itsaidmusingly.“Quiteright.But
asIhavealreadypointedout,Firanwasnotinfullpossessionofthefacts,andIamnotentirely
he.Butthatisunimportantnow.Isitnottimeforyoutobegivenabetterviewofyournew
home?”
Withoutwaitingforananswer,thefiguregesturedbeckoning.Amomentlater,
Aldewaineletoutamuffledscream.Thepressofothernoblessurroundinghimsuddenly
loosenedastheybackedaway,gaspsandcursesescapingtheirlips.
SlowlyavisiblystrugglingAldewaineroseoutofthecrowdintotheair,asifgrippedby
aninvisiblehand.Gaspsandscreamsfilledtheballroomforamoment,followedbytotalsilence
asAldewainecontinuedtoriseandthendrift,nolongerstruggling,towardthefigureonthe
balcony.
“Surelyyouwishtoinviteyourcousinandhisladytoshareinyourgoodfortune,”the
figuresaid,itseyesgoingbrieflytoKarawinnandLadyKarawinnbeforeittwicerepeatedthe
earliergesture.
KarawinnscreamedandgrabbedatOldar’sclothing,buthisfingertipgraspwastorn
freeasheliftedslowlyfromthefloor.Acrosstheroom,LadyKarawinn,tight-lippedandsilent,
wasrisingalso.
“Andwhileyouobserveyournewdomain,LordAldewaine,wemustthinkwhattodo
withthatwhichyouareleavingbehind.”Thefiguresmiled,thistimeinseeminglygenuine
amusement,asthethreecontinuedtodrifttowardthebalcony.Thenitlookeddown,itseyes
fasteningonBalitor.
“MyfriendBalitor,youhavebeenwithinAldewaine’sestate.Diditstrikeyourfancy?”
Balitorgulped.“Itisfartoograndforthelikesofme.”
“Asitwasforthelikesofitspreviousowner,’thefiguresaid.“Nonetheless,youstrike
measbothintelligentandpragmatic,justthecharacteristicsrequiredofonewhowould
governIlAluk.”
“Iwouldnotpresume--”
“Thereisnoneed.Itismydecision...Baron.”
Anothergesture,andthegoldenchainthatheldAldewaine’smedallionofofficeabout
hisneckjerkedsharplyupward,tuggingathishair,themedallionscrapingroughlyagainsthis
face.Thenitwasfree,floatingtantalizinglyoverAldewaine’sheadlikeatwistedhalo.Hiseyes
wideinterror,Aldewaineflailedattheair,grabbingforthemedallionasitfloatedgracefully
outofhisreach.
“Yourbadgeofoffice,friendBalitor,”thefiguresaid,“andthedeedtoyourestate.”As
hespoke,themedallion,itschaintrailinglikethetailofacomet,swoopedthroughtheair.
Balitorcringedasitcametoastop,hoveringabovehishead.Gently,notsomuchasbrushing
againsthisunkempthair,thechainsettledaroundhisneck,themedallioncenteredperfectly
onhisliveriedchest.
“Youaremostgenerous,mylord,”Balitormanagedtosay.
“Tothosewhodonotoffendme,”thefiguresaidinseemingagreement.
Aldewaine’sjourneythroughtheairwascomingtoanend.Approachingthebalcony,
hehadceasedstrugglingexcepttoraisehisarmsbeforehisfaceasiftoshieldhimselffromthe
sightofthewaitingblack-cladfigure.
Thenhewashoveringayardabovethebalcony.Slowlyhewasturneduntilhefacedthe
crowd.
Thefigurenoddedminutely,andAldewainewasreleased.
Armsflailing,helandedwithathudafewfeetfromthefigure,staggeredbackward,
almostfalling,andcameuphardagainstthewall.
Andstayedthere,legsbent,armsakimbo,asiffrozen.
Thefigureturnedbacktothecrowd,itseyes,nowglowingveryfaintly,comingtorest
onOldar.
“Andyou,myyoungfriend…”
“ThereisnothingIdesire,MasterFir--LordAzalin,”hesaidquickly.
“Isthattrue,youngOldar?DidtheVistaniwomannotspeakofyourfather?Andof
yourdesiretoreturntothelandhestilltills?”
“IfIampermitted,IwillleaveIlAlukbeforedaybreak.”
“AndyouandyourfatherarepleasedwithBaronCauldry?Hislaws,histaxlevies,have
notbeentooburdensome,hisdecreestooonerous?Youwouldnotwishtotakehisplace,as
yourfriendBalitorhastakenAldenwaine’s?”
“Iwouldnotruleoverothers,”theyoungmansaid,hisvoicetrembling.“Itisneither
mynaturenormydesire.”
Fromsomewhereinthecrowd,avoicewasraisedinnervousprotect,butagesturefrom
thefigurerestoredsilence.“Donotpresumetoquestionmywords,Cauldry.Thereareothers
whowouldacceptyourmedalliongladly.”
WhilethefigurehadbeenspeakingtoOldar,Karawinnandhisladyhadfollowed
Aldewaine’spathandnowfloatedabovethebalcony.Withoutlookingtowardthem,thefigure
gesturedminutely,andtheywerereleased,crashingtothebalconyfloor,stumblingand
lurchingbackwarduntiltheywerefrozeninplaceoneithersideofAldewaine.Allthreefaces
werechalkywhite,thebeautymarksandpaintonLadyKarawinn’sfacestandingoutlikea
parodyofheroriginalintent.
ThefigureturnedbacktoOldar.“Verywell,youngOldar.Byyourdispensation,
Cauldrycanremain...fornow.Youshallhavetheestateofthosewhowouldhavemurdered
you.Yourfathercancomeandliveouthisyearsinluxuryhedoubtlessdeserves.”
Oldar’seyeswenttoBalitor,whowasnoddingvehemently,urginghimtoaccept.But
hecouldnot.
“Hewouldnotcome,”Oldarsaid,hisvoicesteadyingslightly,thoughhisheartstill
poundedthunderouslyinhisears.“Itisnotinhisnaturetoendureluxury,leastofallinIl
Aluk,asitisnotinminetoruleothers.Mostassuredly,hewouldratherperishthancometo
thiscity,andifhewereforcedtocome,hew
oulds oonperish.”
“Thenwhatd
oyouwish,youngOldar?”Thefigure’seyeshadhardenedonceagain,
andatraceofannoyancehadentereditsvoice.
“Onlyonething,LordAzalin:tobeallowedtodoasyouyourselfinstructedmewhen
wepartedonlyminutesago.”
“Butthatwasbefore--”Thefigurebrokeoff,andOldarsuppressedawince,half
expectingtobehoistedintotheairliketheothers.
“Ididnotmeantooffend,LordAzalin,”hesaid.
Thefigureshookitshead.“Restassured,youdidnot.AndIrememberwellthatadvice.
Mywordwillnotbebroken.Youshallbeonyourwaybydaybreak,ifsuchisyourdesire.”
“Itis,LordAzalin.”
“Verywell.Butyoushallnotgoempty-handed.Imyselfwillpurchasetheestateof
whichyouhaverecentlybecomeowner.”
Thefiguregestured,andashowerofgoldcoinsappearedintheairbeforeOldar.A
momentlater,aleatherpouchappeared,notunliketheonesthathadheldthevials,butlarger.
Asiffallingthroughaninvisiblefunnel,thecoinsslidintothepouch,itsdrawstringtightening
afterthem.
Brieflyithungmotionless,thenfell.Oldar,whohadhimselfstoodmotionless
throughout,suddenlyandjerkilyreachedoutandcaughtthepouch.
Thefigure’seyessweptacrossthecrowd.“Letitbeknown,”itsaid,andthevoice
becamestentorian,asifissuingfromahundred-footgiant,shakingtheverywalls,“thatthis
youngmanisundermypersonalprotection.Shouldanythinguntowardoccur,shouldhebe
harmedinanyway,shouldasinglecoinbetakenfromhimwithouthisfreelygivenconsent,
theoffenderwillanswertome!”
Thefigureturnedtowardthethreewhostoodtremblingagainstthewallbesidehim.
“Asthesethreeshallnowanswerfortheirownmisdeeds!”
Thefiguregesturedonceagain,andthreecrystalgobletsappearedbeforethem.Atfirst
theywereempty,butasthethreecaptiveswatched,ablood-redliquidbubbledintoexistence
untilallthreegobletswerefilledtoneartherim.
Alreadyashenpale,thethreestruggledtopressthemselvesbackwardintotheverystone
ofthewallagainstwhichtheystood.
“Atoast,”thefiguresaid,itsvoicereturningtonormalasafourthgobletappearedinthe
airbeforeit.Thegobletfilledastheothershad,andthefigurereachedoutandpluckeditfrom
theair,thenhelditouttowardthethree.
Thefiguresmiled,itslipsrazorthin,itseyesonceagaindiamondhard.Thethreestill
cringedagainstthewall,theireyesfocusingonthegobletsasiftheyweresnakesabouttostrike.
“Itisbothimpoliticandimpolitetofailtojoinone’slordandmasterinafreelyoffered
toast,”thefiguresaid,swirlingtheblood-redliquidinitsowngoblet.“Perhapsyourequire
assistance.”
Oldaropenedhismouthtospeak,butBalitorclampedahandonhisarm.“Holdyour
tongue,”Balitorhissed,leaningclose,“beforeyouroverlyforgivingnaturecoastsbothofus
ourlives!Thosethreedeservewhateverhappenstothem,andeveniftheydidn’t,itisno
businessofours!”
Balitorwincedandclampedhislipstightlytogetherasthefigure’seyesdarted
momentarilyinhisdirection.
Yourfriendcounselsyouwell,youngOldar.ThewordsappearedinOldar’smind,
apparentlyinnoother’s.D
onotraiseyourvoiceinprotestlestyouexhaustmypatience.
ReluctantlyOldarheldhissilence,andthefigure’sattentionreturnedtothethree
frozenonthebalcony.Thegobletshadbeendriftingslowlytowardthem,andnowthreeright
handscameup,tremblingviolently,tograspthem.Thegobletsshookasfingersclosedabout
them,andyetnotadropoftheblood-redcontentsescaped,thoughtimeandagainitsplashed
wellabovetherims.Slowlytheirbodiesstraightenedfromtheawkwardpositionstheyhad
fallenintowhentheyhadbeendroppedontothebalcony.
OnceagainthefigureheldthefourthgobletouttowardAldewaineandtheKarawinns
atalmosteyelevel.Thistime,eachofthethreetookalurchingstepforward,theirgoblets
extendedstifflybeforethem.Slowly,deliberately,thefiguretouchedthefourthgoblettoeach
ofthethreeinturn.
“TothenewbaronofIlAluk,”thefiguresaid,placingthegoblettoitslips,“andtohis
longandsuccessfulrule.”
Andasthefourthgobletwasdrained,theotherthree,heldinhandsthattrembledeven
moreviolentlythanbefore,werebroughttowardtightlyclenchedlipsbelowglazedand
terror-filledeyes.Thenthegobletswerepressingagainstthoselips,gentlyatfirst,thenwith
greaterforce.
AtrickleofbloodappearedinthecornerofAldewaine’smouth.
Thegobletshattered,theshardsstabbingintohislips,buttheblood-redliquiddidnot
spill.Instead,itmixedwithAldewaine’sbloodandformedamaskthatcoveredbothmouth
andnose.
“No!”Oldar’svoiceshatteredthesilence.“Eventheydonotdeservesuchas--”
AgesturebythefigurebroughtOldar’swordstoahalt,thoughhecontinuedtostrain
tospeakthroughlipsthatweresuddenlynumbandleaden.Balitorgrippedtheyoungman’s
shoulders,pleadingwithhiseyesforhimtobesilent.
“TheyreceiveonlywhattheywouldhavedealtthetwoofyouandtheonecalledFiran
Zal’honan,”thefiguresaid,itsvoiceashardasitseyes.“Idealinjustice,nothingmoreand
nothingless.”
Clawingwithbloodyfingersatthesmothering,poisonousmass,Aldewainesuddenly
spasmedbackward,slammingonceagainagainstthewall,jarringloosethelastvestigeof
controloverhisstarvinglungs.Theblood-redliquid,mixedwithhisownbloodandshardsof
theshatteredgoblet,vanishedintohismouthandnostrils,onlytobespewedoutamoment
lateramidaparoxysmofcoughing.
Butevenasitsprayedintotheair,ithaltedandturnedbacklikeagrislytide,andthis
timeitcoveredAldewaine’sentirefacelikeabloodyhangman’shood.
Andwasabsorbed,theliquidasifthroughhispores,theshardsofglassmakingtheir
ownportalsinhisflesh.
Withagurglingscream,hefell.
AndtheKarawinns,whosegobletsstillpressedagainsttheirlipsbutasyetlessviciously
thanAldewaine’s,exchangedafinalglanceandlettheirlipsflyapartandthepoisonflowin.
Soon,theirfeaturesstillwholebutlockedingrimacesofagony,theyjoinedAldewaine
onthefloor.
Thefigureturnedonceagaintofacetheshockedsilenceofthecrowdbelow.
“Thusendsthisnight’slesson,”itsaid.“Takeittoheart,mylordsandladies.Takeitto
heart.”
Agesture,littlemorethanaraisingofthefingersofitsrighthand,andthemassivedoor
totheouterbaileylumberedopentorevealaclusterofwaitingcarriages.Bythetimeitwas
fullyopen,dozenshadalreadyscurriedthroughtosearchfortheirconveyances,andthe
balconywasbareexceptforthethreebodies.
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Azalin--forhehadfinallyassumedthatcorruptionofhistitleashisname,notjustinhis
wordstothefawningbaronsbutinhisownthoughtsaswell--watchedfromthehighest
parapetofAvernusastheantlikecarriagesscurriedalongthemoonlessroadtowardIlAluk.
Thetattersofhisgrimyburialshroudflutteredinabreezehehadnotbotheredtostill.Gone
wastheillusionoftheshimmeringblackgarmentsthatsomatchedthemoodofhisunbeaten
heart.Gonewasthehawk-nosedZal’honanfacehehadwornforsomanyyearsinlife.Gone
wasthefacehisDarcalusfragmenthadworn,thefacethathadneverbeeninlife,the
bright-eyedfaceofwhatcouldhavebeen,whatshouldhavebeen,exceptforthehorrorsofthat
nightmorethanacenturyandahalfinthepast,inalandthatmightitselfnolongerexist.
HerestoodtherealityofAzalin,hisonlyreality:hideous,decayingfleshclingingto
ancientbones,keptfromdisintegrationonlybyforceshehadlongagorealizedhedidnot
understand,eventhoughhehadwieldedthemwithhisowntongue,withhisownthoughts.
Butthatwieldinghadbeenunknowinglydoneundertheguidanceofbeingswhosenatureand
purposeheunderstoodlesswitheachpassingyear.
Whatwouldthepreeningfoolshehadinstructedthisnightthinkiftheyweremade
privytohisreality?Wouldtheybeevenmorehorrifiedthanbytheobjectlessonhehad
delivered?Wouldtheybecowedbythepowersthatwereobviouslyrequiredforsuchareality
toexist?Orwouldthey,liketheonesinthatotherworldwhohadmaintainedavendettadown
throughthegenerations,gathercouragefromthetruthandriseupinsufficientnumbersto
drivehimout?Todestroyhim,even?
Andiftheydid…
Iftheydidriseupagainsthim,brandishingtheirmortalweapons,perhapsfindinga
magefoolhardyenoughtojointhem,wouldheresist?Wouldhedestroythemashehad
Aldewaineandhissnivelingcousin?Orwouldheyieldhimselfupinthehopethattheywould
succeed,thathisexistence--nothislife,buthisexistence;hislifehadendednearlyacentury
past--couldbeended?
Iftonightwerethatnight,ifthehordesweretocomeclamberingupthestairsandwalls
thisveryminute,wouldhefightoryield?Despitehisvowneveragaintogiveintoweakness,he
couldnotbecertainwhathisdecisionwouldbe.
Forinthisnight’sobscenereunion,hehadcomefinallytorealize,fullyandviscerally
realize,thetruenatureofthebargainhehadstruckthatlong-agonight.Hehadcomefinallyto
realizewhathehadgivenup:lifeitself,andeverythingthatentailed.
Forallthoseyears--sixlongdecadesintheworldofhisbirth,morethanhalfasmany
moreintheaccursedlandofthethingthatcalleditselfStrahd--forallthoseseeminglyendless
years,hehad,toanincreasingextent,deludedhimself.Hehad,unconsciouslybut
methodically,forgottenwhatithadmeanttobea live.
Butnowhehadbeenreminded:Inthosebriefdaysandnightswhenthemortalmanhe
hadbeen,FiranDarcalusZal’honan,hadbeencalledintoexistenceonceagain,independent
existence,hehadonceagainexperiencedwhatitwastobealive.Hehadalsoexperiencedtothe
fullestthehorrorandhatredofwhathehadbecome--andwhathehaddone.Nomatterthatit
wasalladeception,nomatterthatallhisactionshadbeenrightandjust.Forthosefewdays
andhours,thelifeandthehatredandtherevulsionhadbeenreal,andhismemoriesofthat
timecouldnotbeconvenientlywipedout,norevenblurredasthedecadeshadblurredthe
memoriesofacenturyago.Theyweresharpandvividandvergedonintolerable.
Itmatterednotthathismagicallowedhimtodetectamillionthingsthathumansenses
couldnot.Itmatterednotthathecouldcastaspellthatcouldcreatetheillusionofvirtually
anythinghedesired,fromthepleasuresofanexoticmealtothereleaseofasexualencounter.It
matterednot,becausenoneofitwasreal!Theonlythingthatwasrealwasthisrottingbody,
heldtogetherbyinvisibleforceshecouldneithercontrolnorunderstand,anditexperienced
nothing.
No,thatwasnotentirelytrue,theDarcalusmemoriestoldhimunexpectedly.There
was,theysaid,onesensationthisbodyc ouldexperience:pain.Ith adexperiencedpain,
relentlessandexcruciating,againandagain,whenever…
Forcingtheunwantedmemoryaside,Azalinsawthatthelastofthecarriageshad
straggledontotheroadtoIlAluk,andhewasonceagainaloneinAvernus.
Except…
AnimageofAldewaineandtheKarawinnssprangupinhismind,theirbodiesstill
crumpledonthebalconyoverlookingtheballroom.
Ifnotfortheirtreachery,noneofthiswouldhaveoccurred,hethought.Iftheyhadnot
soughtouttheweaponofcowards,andweaklings…
Theyhadperishedfartooquickly,fartooeasily.
Butthatcouldstillberemedied.
Turningfromtheparapet,heflowedintothetoweranddown.
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Aloneinsidetheornatecarriagetheyhadriddenatopbarehoursearlier,Oldarand
Balitorsatuncomfortablyonthevelvetcushions.UneasilyOldarleanedoutthewindowand
lookedbackatAvernus,adimlyvisiblehulkagainstthenightsky.
Shivering,hefellbackintotheseat,occupiedonthatlasttripbyLordKarawinn.
“WillIreallybeallowedtoreturntomyhome,doyouthink?”heasked,hisvoicea
mixtureofnervousnessandearnestness.
Balitorlaughedsharply,notaltogethercomfortably,“Youwilloryouwillnot.Idle
speculationwillhavenoeffectonthereality.However,ifyouwouldcaretoenlightenmeasto
whatactuallytranspiredbetweenyouandMasterFiranwhileyouwerestrollingthepassageof
Avernus,Imightbebetterabletoprovideaneducatedguess.”
Theyoungmanshookhishead,notinrefusalbutperhapsinbewilderment.“Isuspect
Iwaspossessed,butneverhavinghadsuchanexperiencebefore,Icanhardlyvouchforthe
truthofit.”
“Soyousaidbeforeourmutualenrichment.Youalsosaidthatwhateverspokethrough
youlaidclaimtobeingMasterFiran’sson.Wasthistrue?Orsomedemon’strick?”
“HowcanIknow?MasterFiranappearedtobelieveitwashisson,thoughitmayhave
beenmorehisdesirethanhissensesthatpromptedhisbelief.”
Balitorsnorted.“Youaskmetodefineyourfuture,yetyouyourselfcannotevendefine
yourpast.DoyoutakemeforoneoftheVistani?”
Oldarflushed.“Forgiveme.Ididnotmeanto--”
“Donotbeconstantlybeggingforgiveness,youngOldar,notwithme,atleast.Now,
mayIassumethatyouwillatleastkeepmecompanymyfirstnightasBaronofIlAluk?I
wouldbemostpleasedtohaveafamiliarandtrustedfaceatmyside.”
“You--youwishmetostaythenightinBaronAldewaine’smanor?”
Balitorgrinnedandshookhishead.“Notatall.Iwishyoutostaythenightinm
y
manor!”
“Youaregoingtoaccepttheseriches,then?”
Balitorlaughed.“ItwasMasterFiran’swish.OrLordAzalin’swish.Inanyevent,you
sawwhathappenedtothosewhodefythewishesof--ofwhoevernowrulesDarkon,didyou
not?”
“Butsurelythatwasdifferent.”Oldarshudderedatthememory.“Theyhadplottedto
killhim.Wehadnosuchplans.”
“Toonewithsuchpowers,thereisprobablylittledifferencebetweenus.Wouldyou
distinguishbetweenamosquitothatmerelywhinedaroundyourheadandonethatlanded
andsuppeduponadropofyourblood?Wouldyouswattheoneandnottheother?”
“Butwearenotmosquitoes!”
“Arewenot?ToonesuchasAzalin,Idaresayweareless.Butyouhavenotansweredmy
invitation,youngOldar.Willyoustaythenightornot?”
Oldarglancedonceagainoutthewindow.Thoughhecouldnotseeit,hecouldstillfeel
theloomingpresenceofAvernus.
Helethisbreathoutinawhoosh.“Verywell,Iwillstay,butonlythenight.Imustbe
onmywayatdaybreak.”
BeforeFiran,orAzalin,orDarcalus,orwhoeverheischangeshismind,hethought
withashiver.
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OncemorecloakedintheZal’honanimage,Azalinlookeddownatthebloody,
crumbledbodies.
Hereachedoutwithhismindfortheirspiritsandfoundthem,gibberinginthesame
voicelessfeartheyhadbeendrowninginattheirdeaths.
Hesmiled,unsurprised.Hehadnotexpectedthattheshadows--orwhicheveroftheir
unknownbrethrenwatchedoverAvernus--wouldhaveletthesesoulsslipfromtheirinfluence
soquicklyorsoeasily.Hehimselfhadbeenundertheirwatchfuleyes,iftheyhadsuch
mundaneorgans,forclosetoacenturywithnoendinsight.Therewasnoreasontothinkthat
otherswhoattractedtheirattentionwouldfarebetter.
MurmuringthesamewordshehadpronouncedsopreciselyoverIrik’ssarcophagusin
thatotherworld,hewatchedasthebodies,onebyone,begantotwitchwithaformoflife.
Theywerethesamewordshehadsubsequentlyusedahundred--athousand!--timestocreate
thearmiesofthedeadthathadsooftenfoughthisbattles.Butthosetimes,thespiritshad
alreadymovedon,leavingthebodiesmindlesshusksthatwouldblindlydohiswill.Now,
however,thespiritswerebeingreturned,werebeingimprisonedinthosehusks.
AsIrikwouldhavebeenimprisonedinhisowndecayedbody.
Ashehimselfhadbeenimprisonedforahundredyearsinh is.
Theywouldservehim.Theirbodieswoulddohisbiddingwhiletheirimprisonedsouls
couldoffernoresistance,onlyundergowhateverdegradationshechosetovisituponthem.
Father!Surelytheyhavesufferedenough!
Irik’svoicelancedthroughhismind.Theshadowsonceagain.Whatnewtormentwere
theyofferingnow?
“Enoughofthischarade!”Azalinsnapped.“Ifyouwishtospeaktome,speakwitha
differentvoice!”
Ihavenoothervoice,Father.IamIrik.yourson.
“Whatsortoffooldoyoutakemefor?Now,begone!Notormentcanaddtowhathas
alreadybeenvisiteduponmethisnight!”
Iamnotoneofthoseyoucallyourtormentors,Father.Iamtrulyyourson.
Azalinlookedupsharply,asiftofacehistormentors,thoughheknewthatsuchanact
wasitselfacharade.
Buttheairinthemassiveballroomwasclear.Inthelightsfromahundredsconces,no
shadowshoveredinthecornersnorbillowedoverhishead.Andthevoice,herealized,unlike
theothers,spokedirectlytohismind,nottohisears.
Unexpectedly,hopeflaredwithinhim.Coulditbetrue?
“WasittrulyyouwhospokethroughOldarearlierthisnight?”
Itwas.Yourmindwasclosedtomethen,buthiswasopen,akindredsoul.
“Whydidyounottellmethetruth,then?”heaskedsuspiciously,remembering.
Ididnotlie,Father.
“Perhapsnot,butyoucouchedyourwordsinamannermeanttodeceive.Andthere
wasmuchyoudidn
ottellme!”
ItoldyouallthatIwasallowed,asclearlyasIwasallowed.
“Thenyoua reu
ndertheircontrol!”
Nomoresothanyouare,Father.
“No!Nomatterhowmuchtheymaytormentme,theydonotcontrolme!”
Thenhowisitthatyouarehere?HowisitthatyoudonotstillruleinKnurl?Howisthat,
foratime,yourverymemorieswerenotyourown?
“Thatwastrickery,notcontrol!Aswerethehalf-truthsyouspokethroughOldar!”
Wouldyouhavebelievedthetruth,Father?Wouldyou?Orwouldyouhavethoughtit
merelyanothertrickdesignedtothwartyourplansforvengeance?
“Enough!”hethundered,thehopeofmomentsbeforedrownedindirectionlessanger.
“Iwillhearnomoreofthis!Ifyourpurposeisstillonlytoaddtomytorment,begone!”
Tobegonefromhereismyfondestwish,butIamnolessaprisonerthanyou.Youwho
boundmetomytombknowthataswellasI.
Suspicionflaredbrighter.“Ifyouareboundtoyourtomb,howcomeyoutobehere?
YourtombliesnotinthisplacebutinKnurl,ontheveryspot--”
Doesyourmemorystillplayyoufalse,Father?Doyounotremembereventhat?
Suddenlyhedid.
Suddenlyhedidremember.
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Memoriesthathadlaindormantinhismindsincethereunionwereawakeningand
demandingtheattentionhehadbeendenyingthem.
MemoriesofthethingthathadcalleditselfLordDarcalus,memoriesofthedaysand
yearssincethepartofhimfounditselfinAvernus.Thedaysandyearsthepartofhimthathad
beenLordDarcalushadruledDarkonwhilethepartofhimthathadremainedFiran
Zal’honanstillwanderedthemists.
Uponhisemergencefromthemists,Darcalushadbeenburdenedwithevenfewer
memoriesthanFiran.AsFiranhadrememberednothingoftheundeadcreaturehehadonce
been,theemergingDarcalushadrememberednothingofthemortalhehadoncebeen.
Nothingconsciously,atleast,thoughthegolden-hairedmaskhehadhiddenbehindindicated
thatmemoriesofhislong-deadbrotherhadstilloperatedatsomelevel.
Forthoseyears,Darcalushadoccupiedhimselfexploringthelimitsofhispowersand
learningofthisstrangelandhehadapparentlybeengiventoruleover.UnlikeFiran,hehad
acceptedhissituationwithoutquestion,notseemingtocarethat,likeStrahdinBarovia,hewas
prisoneraswellasruler.Hehad,hisdregsofmemorytoldhim,onceruledinanotherrealm
losttohimnow,andonce,evenfurtherbackintime,hehadhimselfbeenlikethosehenow
ruled:pitiablemortalcreaturessubjecttopreciousfewpleasuresandcountlessmiseries,many
ofthelatterofwhichwerevisiteduponthembytheirlordsandmasters,beingsofpowersuch
asDarcalushimself.Themassivegranitesarcophagushefoundhighinoneofthetowershadat
firstseemednagginglyfamiliar,anindistinctreminderofsomethinghedidn’twantto
remember,somethingfromthoselostyears,buthehadsoonbeenabletopushitfromhis
consciousmind.
Hisonlydesire,sterilethoughitwas,hadbeentosafeguardandenhancehispowersand
hisposition.Forbothhadtheirlimitations.Andlimitationsmeantvulnerability,thepossibility
ofdefeat,eventhepossibilityofbeingreturnedtothatformerpowerlessexistencehehadlong
agoescapedinamannerhecouldnolongerrecallandcertainlycouldnotduplicate.
ThatquestforgreaterpowerhadeventuallyleadDarcalustoaroomhighinAvernus,
notfarbelowtheparapetfromwhichAzalinhadearlierthisnightlookedoutintothedarkness
towardthehovelsandmansionsofIlAluk.Andnotfarfromtheroominwhichthe
half-forgottensarcophagusstilllay.
Inthatroom,Darcalushaddiscovered,tohismutedamazement,hispowerswere
enhanced.Spellsineffectiveanywhereelsewerequickandpowerfulthere.Spellsoflimited
rangeelsewhere,ifcastfromthere,couldtouchthefarthestcornersoftheland.Thespellsthat
shieldedAvernusfromitsfoes,mortalandmagical,whencastfromtherebecametruly
impenetrable.
Buttherewas,hehadquicklylearned,aprice:pain.
Itstartedasathousandprickingneedles,afeelingAzalinnowremembereddimlyfrom
hismortaldayswhenhehadlaintoolonginacrampedposition.Butinsteadofdissipating,as
hislong-agomortalafflictionhad,theprickinggrewintoaninvisibleflamethatburneddeeper
anddeeperintohisunchangingflesh.Whatthenextlevelofagonymightbewasyetunknown,
forDarcalushadneverhadreasongreatenoughtoremainintheroomtodiscoverit.Thefew
experiments,thefewprotectivespellshehadcast,hadbeencompletedbeforethenextlevelwas
reached.
Butnow…
Now,ifDarcalus’smuffledmemoriesweretrue…
Andifthisvoicethatclaimedtobehissonwerenotsimplyanothertricktotorment
him…
AldewaineandtheKarawinnsforgottendespiteIrik’srepeatedpleasfortheirrelease,
AzalinspedthroughthemazethatwasAvernus,followingDarcalus’sreluctantmemories.
Theroomhesought,herealizedashecametoastopinthenarrowstonestairwayshort
minuteslater,wasthesameoneFiranandOldarhadbeenpassingwhentheboyhadbeen
possessedbyIrik’sspirit.Andadozenyardsbelowthespotwherethepainhad,onlymoments
later,reachedoutandtookFiraninitsgrip.
Thedoortothislevelwasanunadornedslabofdiscoloredtimber,hungfrommassive
ironhinges.Nospellsprotectedorsealedit.Nolockbarredentrance,onlyasimplelatchthat
couldbeliftedfromeitherside.
Underhistouch,thedoorswungback,itshingescreakingloudly.
Hesteppedinside.
Liketheroomhehadenteredshorthoursago,itfilledvirtuallytheentirebreadthofthe
tower.Unliketheotherroom,withitsscoresofpaintings,thewallsofthisroomwerehidden
behinddusty,moth-eatentapestriesofornatebutmeaninglessdesign,barelyvisibleinthedim
lightfromasingleceilingsconce.
Directlybeneaththesconcestoodamassivegranitesarcophagus,itseverysurface
elaboratelycarved.Afaintmisthoveredoverit,asiftoprotectit.
Orasifstrugglingtoescape.
Withinthesarcophagus,hissensestoldhim,laythetime-ravagedbodyofhisson.
Itwastrue,then.Orperhapsitwasyetanothertrick,anotherillusiontobesnatched
awayatthelastminute.
Butitdidn’tmatter.Hehadnochoicebuttocontinueasifitwerereal.Hisvowtohis
sondemandedit.Hisownsenseofdutydemandedit.
Agesture,andthemassivecoverofthesarcophagusbegantoslowlygratetotheside.
Themistflutteredhelplessly.Irik’spleadingvoice,nolongerconcernedwithAldewaineand
theKarawinnsbutwithhisownfate,clamoredatthegateofAzalin’smind.
No,Father!Itsaidagainandagain.D
onotsubjectusbothtothismadnessanylonger!
Butheknewwhathemustdo.Hemustrestorethelifehehadtaken,andmost
importantly,hemustthengivehissonthestrengthheneededtousethatlifetoachieve
redemption,notsuccumbonceagaintoweakness.
Butfirsthemustrecovertheparchmentonwhichthenecessaryspellwasrecorded.
Murmuringthewordshehadwaitedfourdecadestoutter,hewatchedeagerlyasthefrontof
hisillusorytunicshimmeredanddeparted,asthedecayingfleshofhisownchestwitheredand
dissolved.
Andthen,fromthechambersofhisunbeatenheart,acrystallineovalemerged,
glisteningandbloodless.Ashisfleshbecamewholeagain,astheillusorytunicsealeditself
seamlessly,thecrystallineovaldarkenedandexpanded,theairarounditshimmeringand
warpingthelightlikeatwistingsphereofmisshapenlenses.
Withafainthiss,thedistortionsvanished,andasheetofparchmenthungintheair
beforehim,itsfadedscriptastantalizingaswhenhehadmadeitapartofhimselfnearlyforty
yearsbefore.Atthesamemoment,thecoverofthesarcophagusgratedtoastop,ontheverge
ofcrashingtothefloor.
Despitehimself,Azalinshudderedastheskeletalbodyofhissonbegantoriseintoview.
Onlyshredsoffleshremainedonthehairlessskull,noneatallonthefingersthatgrippedthe
edgeofthegranitecoffinasthecorpsestruggledtoliftitselfupright.
Themiststhathadhoveredandflutteredabovethesarcophagusarchedupward,asif
tryingtoavoidcontactwiththeemergingthing,andthelitanyofpleadingforreleasereached
newheightsofintensityinAzalin’smind.
“Whenwehavebothredeemedourselves,”hemurmuredasthefigureofhisson
climbedfromthecoffinandlurchedtothefloor,theremnantsofthebodymercifullyhidden
bytheburialshroud,“youwillbefree.Webothwillbefree.”
Thenowfullyformedparchmentinhishand,Azalaintookcontroloftheemptyhusk
andwalkedbesideittothedoorandupthesteps.Hebracedhimselffortheonsetofthepain
asthedarklyglowing,bronzelikedoorcameintoview.
Butitdidnotcome.
Withgrowingsuspicion,hecontinuedupthesteps,thethingthathadbeenhisson
ploddingmindlesslyathisside.Stilltherewasnopain.
WeretheDaraclusmemoriesfalse,then?
No,ithadnotbeenDarcalusbutFiranwhohad--
“Ifyouareimpatienttoexperiencepain,Zal’honan,”thevoiceofNyrondesetraitor
Stakastersaid,“donotbetimid.Weawaityourpleasure.”
Andwiththewords,abillowingshadowappearedoutofnowhereanddimmedthe
door’salreadyfaintglowasitswungopeninuttersilence.
Donotenter,Father!Irik’svoicefloodedhismind,butevenasitdid,therewasanecho
oflaughter--Irik’slaughter,andthenhisfather’s,andtheQuantarius’s.
AndallthewhileIrik’svoice,seeminglyindependentoftheothers,continuedtoplead
inhismind.
Finallyhewasatthedoor.
Therewerenosconces,noindividualsourcesoflight,butasoftgreenish-yellowglow
seepedfromthewallsthemselves.Exceptforabareplanktableinthecenteroftheroom,itwas
empty,barrenofallfurnishingsandlife.
AsAzalinsteppedinside,thewallsoftheroomseemedtowaver,twistingandshifting
withhisslightestmotion,asifthelightitselfcouldnotdecide,frommomenttomoment,what
pathitwouldtake.
Butthedizzyingdistortionswereforcedfromhisconsciousnessaninstantlater.The
momenthewasfullywithintheroom,hisentirebodywasdrenchedinpain--notthe
pins-and-needlespricklinghehadbeenexpectingfromtheDarcalusmemoriesbuttheagony
ofskinbeingpeeledfromflesh,ofeverysquareinchofhisfleshbeingsearedbyopenflames.
Involuntarilyhejerkedbackwardtowardthedoor,buttheechoinglaughterofthe
shadowshaltedthemovement.
Itwas,herealizedabruptly,atestofhisresolve,thefirststepinhiso wnredemption.He
hadfailedhissonduringIrik’sbrieflife,andwhenfacedwiththatfailure,hehadsurrendered,
albeitbriefly,toweakness,andnowhemustprovehisstrengthanew.
Butwouldthespell,evenhere,betornfromhismindashetriedtomouthitswords?
Theconstantfierypainwouldbedistractionenough,undernormalcircumstances,tobreak
hisconcentration,torenderallbutthesimplestspellsuseless.
Butnow,withIrik’sresurrectionandboththeirredemptionsatstake…
Throughtheagony,hegesturedthetatteredremnantsofIrik’sbodyintotheroom.
Therewasnohesitation,noreactionasitsteppedinside.
Azalinmadehiswaythroughtheinvisibleseaoffiretothetableattheroom’scenter,
thesearingpaingrowingworsewitheachstep.Helaidtheparchmentonthetableand
gesturedthethingthatwouldbeIriktolienexttotheparchment.Themistw
asI rikfluttered
inthedoorway,hispleadingvoicehalfobliteratedfromAzalin’smindbytheconstantpain.
Silently,meticulously,hereadthefadedwordsontheparchment.
Heliftedhiseyestotheburialshroudandthebonesandshredsoffleshthatprotruded
fromit.Hevisualizedhissonashehadbeenmomentsbeforehisdeath:standingbehindthe
block,headunbowed,lookingoutoverthecrowdthathadassembledtowatchandsavora
dozenviolentdeaths.
Helookeddownattheremnantsofhisownbodyandwondered:IfIrik’sbodycanbe
restored,perhapsminecanberestoredaswell.
Thepainescalatedanotch,thoughhehadn’tthoughtthatpossible,andhegrippedthe
edgeofthetabletosteadyhimself.Awarning?Orthenaturalprogression?
Quicklyheturnedhiseyesbacktotheparchmentandbegantoreadaloud,focusingon
thefadedscript,seeinginhismindthebodyonceagainwhole.
Andthereadingofthespellw
asp
ossible!
Somehow,inspiteoftheaddeddistractionoftheinvisibleflamesthatateathisflesh,he
wasabletosimultaneouslyspeakthewordsandholdinhismindboththeirmeaningandan
imageoftheintendedresults.
Andthebodybegantochange.
Ashredofscarletfleshshowedwhere,momentsbefore,onlythewhiteoftheskull
couldbeseen.Thebonesofonefingertwitchedastendonsappearedandspasmed
momentarily.Theburialshroudshiftedasthebonesbeneathitwereslowlyenvelopedinflesh,
asorganslongfallenintodustbegantore-form.Noisomefluidbubbledupintheeyesockets
oftheskullandslowlytookshapeandcolor.
Andallthewhile,theunseenflamescontinuedtosearandthewordscontinuedtobe
spoken,untilfinallyitwasthefaceofhisson,notahundred-year-oldcorpse,thatstared
unseeingly,mindlesslyatnothing.
Onestepremained,butitwasnotastepthatrequiredhestayinthisroom.Alreadythis
nighthehadperformeditonothers.
Releasinghisgriponthetableedge,hegesturedatthenowperfectbody.Slowlyit
raiseditselfintoasittingpositionandturnedtosetitsfeetonthefloorandstand.Atfirstits
motionswereerraticanduncertain,asifitwereamarionetteinthehandsofanuntrained
puppeteer,butwitheachmove,itseemedtogrowsteadier,until,asitnearedthedoor,itsgait
wassureandgracefuldespitetheblank,unseeingsees.
AsitreachedthedoorandAzalintookhisfirststeptofollow,hewasstruckbythenext
levelofagony:nausea.Hedoubledoveruncontrollablyasthestomachthathadfeltneither
foodnorwaterinnearlyacentury,thestomachwhoselastcontentshadbeenthevile,
poisonousbrewthathadendedhismortality,heavedandchurnedandthedesiccatedthroat
spasmedlikeanimprisonedserpent.
Butonlydustspewedforthastheshadowslaughed.
Staggering,unabletofullycontrolhiswretchedbodyforthefirsttimeinacentury,
Azalinlurchedacrossthefloor,thedistortionsintheairaroundhimgrowinggreater,addingto
thenauseawitheachstep.Thedoor,squareandmassiveonesecond,wasovalthenext,then
shrinkingtoapinpointbeforemomentarilyreturningtoitstruesizeandshape.Thewalls,
theiryellowglowpulsingnow,alternatelyrecededandclosedinonhim,bendingandtwisting
likeship’ssailsinthewinduntil…
Asifvomitedfromthebellyofsomecarrion-eatingmonster,Azalinpitchedfromthe
roomandcrashedtothegrimystoneofthestairwaylanding,inchesfromthefeetofIrik’s
body.Ashelaythere,crumpled,thenauseafaded,andthenthepainrecededlikeabefouled
tideflowingbackintothesea.
Strengthreturning,helurchedtohisfeet.
Irik--Irik’sbody--stoodwaiting,theonlyimperfectionafaintscarthatringedtheneck.
Hehadwon!Despiteeveryobstacletheshadowshadthrowninhispath,despiteevery
trick,everydeceptiontheyhadworked,h ehadwon!
Thereremainedbutthefinalstep.
Triumphantlyhereachedoutwithhismind,ashehadforthecoweringspiritsof
AldewaineandtheKarawinns,andtouchedthespiritofhisson.
Anddrewittohim.
Asifknowingfurtherprotestswouldbetonoavail,Irikofferedonlytokenresistance.
Thebody,standingrigidlyinitsancientburialshroud,trembledforamomentasthemistthat
wasIrikZal’honangatheredinthesurroundingairandletitselfbeabsorbed.
Thedeadeyescamealive,notwiththeterrorhehadseenintheeyesofthethreetraitors
butwithresignation,evensadness.Thebody--Irik--drewhimselfup,pullinginadeepbreath,
asiftosavor,inspiteofhimself,thefirstbreaththathadenteredhislungsinacentury.
“YouwillcometoseeIwasright,”Azalinsaid,thoughinthatmomenthethoughtof
himselfonlyasFiranZal’honan,fatherofIrik.
“Youwerewrongthen,”Iriksaid,“andyouarewrongnow.Nothinghaschanged
exceptthatwehavebothundergoneacenturyoftormentbecauseofyouractions.Iwoulddo
thesameagainifofferedthechoice.”
“AswouldI!”
“ThenthishideousthingIseebeforemeisyourchosenform,Father?”
“ItisthepriceIpay!Ihavethestrengthtobearit.”
“Andisittheonlyprice?”
“Whateverthecost,itisminetobear.”
“Andwhatofthecostyouhaveforcedmetobear,Father?Butforyou,myspiritwould
havebeenfreetomoveon,notboundtoadecayingbodyinagranitetomb.Iwould--”
Irikbrokeoffwithachokingsound,hishandsgoingtohisthroat.
Ahair-thinringofbloodhadappearedwherethescarhadbeenmomentsbefore,and
nowthebloodbegantotrickledownontotheraggedfoldsoftheburialshroudthatstill
coveredhim.
Whenhetriedtospeakagain,onlyagutturalraspingemerged,andthetricklesmerged
tobecomeasheetofred.
Whathaveyoudone?Irik’svoicescreamedinFiran’smind,echoedbyhisownscreamat
histormentors.
Withinseconds,thebloodhaddried,butthefacehadgrownmottledinthosesame
seconds,andnowitbegantoshrivel,fleshfallingawayinchunksthatclungbrieflytothe
shroudandthenmeltedandvanished,leavingbehindonlyahideousstain.Theskullwas
showingthroughnow,andthefingerswereonceagainlittlemorethanlooselyconnected
shardsofbone.
Azalinplungedbackintotheroom,graspingatIrik’sburialshroud,butapatchofthe
rottingclothcamefreeinhisfingers.
Thesearingpainenvelopedhimonceagain.
Andevenasitdid,evenbeforeheretrievedtheparchmentandbeganonceagaintoread
aloudthefadedscript,Irik’sbodyceaseditsdeteriorationandbegantorestoreitself.Bythe
timethecripplingnauseastruckatFiran,thebodywasalmostwholeagain.Onlythetrickleof
redthatringedtheneckremained.
Andthenthatwasgoneaswell,leavingthefaintridgeofscarringthatcouldnotbe
erased.
Preparedthistimeforthewrackingnausea,Firanwasabletoremainupright,essentially
incommandofhisbodydespitetheconvulsionsthatshookitandthreatenedtotearawayhis
control.
Andherealizedthetruth.Herealizedthenatureofthislatesttormentforcedupon
him.Aslongasheremainedwithinthisroom,withinwhatevernexusofpowerexistedhere,
Irik’sbodywouldremainwhole.Themomentheleft,themomenthisstrengthfailedhimand
hesurrenderedtotheagonyandwithdrewfromthatnexus,thatwhichhehadaccomplished
withinbegantobenegated.
Irik’sbodywouldcrumblebeforehiseyes.
So.Histormentorshadwonafterall.Evenhecouldnotwithstandthismagnitudeof
tortureforever.
Andevenifhecould,hewouldbetrappedhere,unabletorulethislandoranyother,
unabletowatchoverhissonandstiffenhisspineanddoallthethingshehadfailedto
accomplishwiththeboyinKnurl.
Hehadlost.
Unless…
ThefaceoftheonecalledOldar,solikeIrik’sown,flashedbeforehispain-cloudedeyes.
“Hismindwasopentome,akindredsoul,”Irikhadsaid.Forseveralminutes,Irikhad
spokenthroughtheyoungman,hadvirtuallypossessedhim.
Akindredsoul…
Anexchangewaspossiblebetweentwosuch.
Surelyitwasfate,notsimplecoincidencethatthefirstpersonFiranhadseenwhenhe
hademergedfromthemistswasthisyoungman.SurelyitwasnotaccidentthatOldarhad
remainedclose,hadprovidedthechannelforthatfirstcontactwithIrik.
Akindredsoul…
SuddenlythenauseaoverwhelmedFiran,andhestumbledfromtheroom.
BlockingIrik’sangrypleasfromhisthoughts,hereachedoutandgrippedthemindsof
hisnewestminions,BaronAldewaineandhiscousins,andsentthemontheirway.
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Nomatterhowhardhetried,Oldarcouldnotfallasleep.
Buthehadnotreallyexpectedto.Foronething,hisurgentdesiretobeonhiswayout
ofIlAlukatdawnmadehisnervestautwithbothexpectationandapprehension.Foranother,
theluxuryofthebedclothesandthesizeofthebedroomBalitorhadgivenhim,insteadof
makinghimcomfortable,madehimfeelevenmoreoutofplace.Suchthingswerenotforthe
likesofhim,whowasusedtoopengroundorstrawpallets,andneitherweretheclosetsfullof
fineryBalitorhadofferedhim.Intheend,muchtoBalitor’samusement,hehaddonnedthe
woolentrousersandshirthefoundinadepartedgardener’sclosetalongwithworncoatand
boots.
Worstofall,though,wastheknowledgethatservantswaitedintheirquarters,readyto
berousedfromsleeptoanswerhissummonsatamoment’snotice.IfBalitorhadnot
forbiddenit,hewouldhavesoughtthemoutandapologized.
Andthefactthathewashereonlybecausetheformerownerandhiscousinshadbeen
killedincoldbloodonlyhoursbeforemadeOldarwanttograbBalitorbythescruffofthe
neckanddraghimfromthemanorandgetasfarfromIlAlukaspossiblebeforeFiranor
DarcalusorAzalinorwhoeverhewaschangedhismindyetagain,andthetwoofthemended
upinanotherbloodyheapliketheonethatprobablystilllayonthebalconyinAvernus.
ButBalitorwouldhavenoneofit.“Ifyouwishtooffendhimbyrefusinghisfavorsor
byopenlydoubtinghisword,”hesaid,“youdothat,butdon’taskmetoputmyheadonthe
blocknexttoyours.”
AndsoOldar,fullyclothedbutforhisboots,theleatherbagofcoinsinhiscoatpocket,
layontopoftheluxuriouslyquiltedcoversonahugecanopiedbed,waitingforthefirst
indicationofdawn.Balitor,betweensilkensheetsinanevenlargerbedinanadjoiningroom,
snoredblissfully,doubtlessintentonenjoyinghissituationwhileitlasted,howeverlongor
shortthatmightbe.Attheveryleast,hehadtoldOldargleefully,hewouldrootoutafewofIl
Aluk’scitizenswhohadinthepastbeenlessthancharitabletowardhimandreturnthefavor
withinterest.
ThoughhestillconsideredBalitorafriend,OldarwasgladhewouldnotbeinIlAluk
longenoughtoseewhathisfrienddidwithhisnewfoundpower,orwhathebecameasheused
it.Ifheindeedhadthechancetouseit.Ifhedidnothimselffallvictimto--
FootstepsinthehallbeyondthebedroomdoorsentOldarleapingfromthebed,his
spinetinglingwithapprehension.
“Balitor?”heblurted.“Isthatyou?Isdawnfinallycoming?”
Buttherewasnoreply,andasOldarlistenedmoreclosely,hecouldhearBalitor’s
snoring,faintthroughthedoorstotheotherbedroom.Hastilyheslippedhisbootsonand
waitedasthefootstepshaltedjustoutsidethedoor.
Thelatchturne,andthedoorswungopen.
Oldargasped.SteppingstifflythroughthedoorwasBaronAldewaine--thebodyof
BaronAldewaine,forthepartsofthefacenotcoveredbybloodonlynowbeginningtodry
werethedeadwhiteofacorpse.Theonlysignoflifeinthefacewasinthehorror-filledeyes.
“Balitor!”Oldarscreamed,andheheardtheinterruptedsnortofasnoreashisfriend
wasjerkedfromsleep.“Helpme,Balitor!”
ButAldewaine’shandwasalreadyonOldar’sarm,itsgripasiron-hardasthatofthe
creatureinthemarshgrassesoutsideAvernus.AndasthedoortoBalitor’sroomwasfumbled
openandadazedBalitorlurchedthrough,LordandLadyKarawinn,similarlycorpse-white,
appearedandtookuppositionsoneithersideofAldewaineashedraggedastrugglingOldar
outoftheroom.
Balitorlungedforward,andforamomentitseemedhewasrushingtoOldar’said,but
helurchedtoastopinthedoorway,asifbelatedlyrealizingwhathewasdoing,whatitwasthat
movedawaydownthehallofhisnewfoundhome.
Asitwas,hecouldonlystandandwatch,motionlessexceptforthesuddentrembling
thatgrippedhimashewonderedifsimilarcreatureswouldbecomingsoonforhim.
Andiftherewasanywhereinallthelandhecouldhide.
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No,Father!Youcannotforcethisuponme!
Irik’svoice--hisson’struevoice--persistedinFiran’smindashewaitedforhisminions
toreturn,butitwasalmostdrownedoutbythevoicesoftheshadowsastheyclamoredand
laughed.
“Haveyouabandonedevenyourhonor?”hisfatheraskedinavoiceofshame.“Does
yourwordnowmeannothingtoyou?”
“Doyounotrememberyourvow?”Hisbrother’schildlikevoicewasfilledwith
disbeliefanddisappointment.“Barehoursago,youpromisedOldarhecouldleaveIlAlukat
dawn,thathecouldbereunitedwithhisfather.”
“Youdonotunderstand,”Stakaster’svoice,ladenwithsarcasm,replied.“Forthoseas
exaltedasyourbrother,forthosewithmotivesanddutiesasnobleashis,wordsaremore
flexiblethantheyareforothers.”
“Thatistrue,”Quantarius’svoicetookup.“OldarwillindeedbeallowedtoleaveIl
Alukandbereunitedwithhisfather--ifhestillsodesires.Thefactthathewillbewearinga
somewhatdifferentbodyisoflittleconsequence.”
“But,Son,”hisfather’svoicecajoled,“youvowedthatifanyonestolesomuchasa
singlecoinfromhim,thethiefwouldanswertoyou.Andyetnowyouyourselfproposeto
stealhisverybody?”
“ButFiranZal’honanw
illa nswertohimself,”Stakaster’svoiceintoned,“andhewillno
doubtdealassternlywithhimselfashedoeswithothers.Youmustbeawareofhisunflagging
fairness.Familyandfriendsaredealtwithasharshlyasaretotalstrangers.Surelyhiswifeand
soncantestifytothat.”
Andsoitwentastheminutesandhoursdraggedby,until…
Heavyfootstepsgratedonthenarrowstonestairs,andOldarappearedshortmoments
later.HenolongerstruggledinAldewaine’sunbreakablegrip.Stoicallyheclimbedthesteps
underhisownpower,havinglongsincerealizedresistancewasfutile.
Irik,hisbodyreducedonceagaintoalivingskeletonwithtiny,clingingshredsofflesh,
hadfallensilentandnowstoodwaiting,asifinresignationinthefaceofsomethinghecould
notprevent.Eventhevoices,asifgrownwearyoftheirtaunts--oroftheirvictim’slackof
response--hadbeenreducedtoanindistinctmurmur.
Oldarflinchedinvoluntarilyasasicklyyellowlightfromtheopendoorfellonthe
landingandhesawforthefirsttimetheburial-shroudedrealitythatlaybehindAzalin’s
illusoryself.Andtheevenmoregrotesquecreaturethatstoodnexttoit.
Butstillhedidnotstruggle,notevenwhenhewasbroughttostandbesidethealmost
fleshlessskeletonhimself.
AndFiranbegan.
Inhismind’seye,hesawtheexchange,sawthemistthatwastheessenceofIrik
Zal’honanemergefromthetatteredremnantsofitsbody,sawitmeetandminglebrieflywith
thelesserthingthatwasOldar’sessenceandmoveon,surroundingandseepingintothatother
bodythatwouldnowbeitsown.
Hebegantospeakthewords.
Andasthewordsformed,Oldarfeltatugging,gentleatfirst,thenmorepowerful,and
eachtugwasaccompaniedbyadizzyingfeelingofdisorientation,asensationofrapidlyshifting
doublevision.
ThenwordsbegantoappearinOldar’smind,inthesamewaytheyhadappearedwhen
Irikhadspokenthroughhim.Butnowtherewasnoimpulsetospeakthewordsaloud,onlyto
listen.
Hemustnotsucceed.Youhaveonlytoresist,asIamresisting.
ButIamnotversedinhismagic,O
ldarrespondedsilently.I knownospellsor
counterspells.
Youhavenoneedforsuchthings.Allyourequireisyourwill.Holdtighttoyourselfanddo
notletgo,nomatterhowsavageapullyoufeel.Naturalbondsarenoteasilybrokennor
unnaturaloneseasilyforged.
Foramoment,theworldseemedtospinaroundOldar,andhesawhisownbodybelow
him.Buthereachedoutinstinctively,andhewaswholeagain.
Holdfast!T
hewordsappearedinhismind.H
oldfast,andthenaturalbondswill
endure!
AndOldardid,intheonlywayheknewhow,wrappinghisarmstightlyabouthimself
andclosinghiseyesandfoldinghimselfintoaballthewayhehadasachildwhenthenighthad
beendarkandcoldandthebedcoversofferedtheultimateprotection.
Andthephantomgripgraduallyfaded.Thepeculiar,nausea-inducingtugging
lightenedandfinallydisappeared.Andhecouldfeelonlythecoldstonefloorbeneathhimeven
throughthecoathestillwore.
Foralongtime,helaythere,shiveringandafraid,untillightpenetratedthenarrowslits
inthetowerwallandfiltereddimlythroughhisstill-closedeyelids.
Thelightofdawn.
Heopenedhiseyes.Hewasalone.Thehorrorsofthedarknessweregone.Andhewas
stillwhole,stillcladinhisownbody.
Quicklyheuncurledandlurchedtohisfeet,hisyoungmusclesstiffandaching.The
onlysoundwasthefaintsighoftheairasitmovedthroughoutthecastle,almostasiftheentire
structurewerebreathing.
Orsighing.
Takingthestepstwoandthreeatatime,heraceddownthetowerstairs,thenretraced
hisstepsthroughthemazeofAvernus.Tohisuttersurpriseandrelief,everydooryieldedtohis
touch.Eventhemassivecourtyardgate,whichhehadbeencertainhewouldhavetoscale,
silentlyyieldedjustenoughtolethimslidethrough.
Hedidn’tlookbackashepoundeddownthecrookeddrivetothemainroadand
continuedrunninguntilsweatandexhaustionerasedthetinglingchillfromhisback.
Finallyheslowedtoaheavy-breathingwalk.
IlAlukandBalitorlaydirectlyahead,buttheimagesheheldinhismindashe
continuedtowalkwereofafreshlyplowedfieldandhisfather’sweatheredface.
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Firanwatchedfromtheparapetswithapeculiarmixtureofemotionsasthedistant
figurecastafinalbriefglanceoveritsshoulderandcontinuedonitsway.
Onceagainhehadbeenthwarted,butthistimenotbyhistormentorsbutbyhisown
misguidedson,whohadclungsotightlytothehideousthingthathadoncebeenhisbodythat
evenAzalin’smagiccouldnotpreyhimfree.Hehadevensomehowlentsomeofhisstrength
totheother,theonecalledOldar,andtheattemptedexchangehadbeenanutterfailure.
Andhehadbeenshamed.
Foronce,theshadowvoiceshadbeenrightintheirbaiting.Toplaywordgamesin
ordertobreakapromisewhilepretendingtokeepitwasunworthyofhim.Hewouldnever
givethemthatopportunityagain,nomatterhowmanyobstaclestheythrewinhispath,no
matterhowmanyworldstheysawfittoexilehimto.
Buthehadalsobeenencouraged,fortheboyh adshownstrength,exceptionalstrength,
andcourage,nomatterhowmisguided.Someday,whenheescapedordefeatedhistormentors
andwasabletotrulyrestoretheboytolife,hewouldfinallybeabletochannelthatstrengthin
directionsworthyofasonofFiranZal’honan.Untilthen…
Untilthenhehadalandtoruleandtolearnaboutandtoexplore.
Aprisontoescape.
Asontowatchover…
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Hisimprisonmentwouldneverend.Ofthat,thespiritofIrikZal’honanwasfinally
convinced.Hisfather’sobsessionwasbeyondreason.Eventhedisasterthatthisnighthad
becomehadtaughthimnothing,neitherthepainnortheshame.
Irik’sbody,littlemorethanaskeletonwrappedinatatteredburialshroud,wasonce
againshutfromsightintheelaboratesarcophagusthatFiranZal’honan’sguiltandmagichad
creatednearlyacenturyago.Thespirit,tetheredbyaninvisiblecordthatevenIrik’swillcould
notbreak,hoveredhelplesslyintheairandstoneofthesarcophagusandtheroomthatnow
heldit.
Hewaited,awareofeverysecondthatpassed,withonlyhismemoriesoflong-agotimes
tooccupyhim.Nowandthen,asifhewereunconsciouslytryingtoreturntothosetimes,the
formhehadheldinlifewouldtakewraithlikeshapeanddriftaimlesslyabouttheroomthat
washisprison.Hisexistencewasasemptyasithadbeenfornearlyacenturyandwould
continuetobeforanother.
Andyetanother.
Butslowly,asanotherunseendawnbrokeoutsideAvernus,hebegantorealizethatthis
timesomethingwasdifferent.
Thistimehewasnotalone.Somethingwatchedhim,somethingunseenevenbyhim.
Areyoutheforcethatbroughtmetothisplace?h
easkedthesilence.A
reyouthatwhich
broughtmyfatherheretotorment?
Therewasnoanswer,butthepresenceremained,skirtinghissenses,growingcloser.
Whatareyou?Youspeaktohimwithfamiliarvoices,buttheyarenotyours.
Thesamemuffledlaughterthathadtauntedhisfatherechoedthroughhismind.A
re
theynot?Thewordsappearedsoundlesslyinhisthoughts.W
eretheynotgiventousbyFiran
Zal’honan?
Surelyyoudonotspeakformyfather!
Morethaneitherofyoucaneverknow.
Andthepresencebegantofade.W
ait!H
ecried,buttherewasnolongeraresponse.
Butastheyfaded,hefeltagrowinglightness,whatinlifewouldhavebeenafeelingof
giddiness.
Suddenlyhecouldfeeltheinvisiblecordthatboundhimtothiswretchedplace
loosening.
Andafigurewasforming,awraithlikefigurewithfeaturesthatwereidenticaltohis
own.
Slowlyitdriftedtowardthesarcophagus,asifdrawntoittotakehisplace.
Youarefree,thesoundlessvoicewhisperedinhismind.Y
ouhavebeenheldprisonerfar
toolongforsinsnotyourown.
No!h
escreamed,pullingviolentlyback,resisting,ashehadresistedthetheftofOldar’s
body.Whoeverthiswraithmightoncehavebeen,hedidnotdeservetotakeonthisburdenany
morethanOldardeservedwhathadalmostbeendonetohim.
Butashewatched,astheinsubstantialfigurepassedby--passedt hroughhisown,their
essencestouched.
Andheknewthetruth.
Thisformwasnotreal.Itwasjustanotherillusioncreatedbywhateverhadspokento
him,amindlessetherealpuppetcontrolledbywhateverpoweritwasthatheldhisfather--held
thisentiregodforsakenland!--initsgrip,nowandforever.
Irikknewnotwhyhewasbeingreleased,anymorethanheknewwhyhehadbeen
summonedhereinthefirstplace.Heonlyknewthathehadnoreasontostay,nowthathewas
finallybeingsetfree.Heowednothingtoafatherwholongagohadslainhissonsimply
becausehissonwouldnot--couldnot--bringhimselftoslayandtortureothers.Hecertainly
owednothingtothethinghisfatherhadbecome,whichhenowknewwouldcontinuewithits
madobsessionforeverunlessamercifultrueandfinaldeathatlastreachedoutandtookhim.
Withalastlookbackatthesarcophagusandthesimulacrumthatwouldnowinhabitit
andcontinuetoprovidefalsehopeandtormentforthecreaturethathadoncebeenhisfather,
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