Silver Kings: The Splintered Gods Part 19

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'Yes, Chay-Liang. You. The killers are in charge of the eyrie now. With luck they wont do anything much. They are very p.r.o.ne to inaction. Its their nature. Watch and watch and watch; although when they do strike, I will admit they do so with alarming thoroughness. One must always keep in mind their true purpose. I am a little uncertain as to where it will lead them at present.

'Their purpose is to hunt sorcerers, murmured Liang. She struggled to see what that had to do with anything except maybe Bellepheros, but . . .

But Lin Feyn was laughing and shaking her head. 'To hunt sorcerers? No, Chay-Liang, that is an expression of their purpose. They exist to prevent the world from being shattered. Sorcery offends them because of what it can become. G.o.ds and devotions to those G.o.ds upset them in the same way. You wanted to stay because you think you can protect your alchemist slave but you cant. Hes safer without you. She turned a little and peered at Chay-Liang. 'Ive not told them, not yet. I give you the chance to explain him first. What else can he do? Tell me about the disease that the Scales carry. This Statue Plague.

'Bellepheros makes potions that keep the disease in check. He gives it to the Scales.

'And? What else can he do?



Liang thought for a moment. What could she dare say when Bellis life might hang in the balance?

'The whole truth, Chay-Liang. The killers are gone and we are alone. At this moment I am merely Red Lin Feyn, enchanter of Hingwal Taktse and navigator of the Dralamut, but even as the Arbiter, Im interested in Dhar Thosis and nothing else. Sorcerers and Rava readers are for the killers, not for me. Now, Liang. Your alchemist slave. You may speak in confidence. What is he?

Liang bowed her head. 'I saw an a.s.sa.s.sin rip his throat so deep he should have died in heartbeats and yet he lived. He gives the Scales potions that dull their minds as he dulls the dragons. He calls it a mercy. Given the disease they carry perhaps thats so but I am . . . unsure.

'Could you not use golems?

'Perhaps for some things, but for others I suspect the dragons require living thoughts from living minds. Lady, you said I may not ask questions but may I ask one? Why do you not trust your Elemental Men?

For a long moment Red Lin Feyn gazed at her. The hint of a smile played at the corner of her mouth. 'The second reason I chose you to come with me, Chay-Liang, is because you are the cleverest woman or man on that eyrie. We head for Vespinarr, but we will enter the Konsidar when we are done there. She must have seen how Chay-Liangs face froze because she held up her hands and c.o.c.ked her head and smiled broadly. Across her painted face the expression seemed out of place. 'The killers will permit it, although they will watch us every moment. She paused, as if mulling what to say. 'Liang, when the half-G.o.ds broke the world, the Elemental Men and the Righteous Ones hid themselves in Xibaiya, the only place that was safe for them. The Righteous Ones of the Konsidar are s.h.i.+fters too, but where the killers change to earth and air and fire and water, the Righteous Ones change their flesh and bone. They are skin-s.h.i.+fters, and one of them came to this eyrie and took Baros Tsen. I would very much like to know why. She let that sink in for a moment. 'And yes, the caves and tunnels of the Konsidar reach all the way into Xibaiya and the land of the dead. In places they cross over. The killers chose this world, the Righteous Ones chose the other. No, I do not trust my killers.

'Baros Tsen? Liang couldnt keep the amazement out of her voice. 'Hes in the Konsidar?

'Its a place to start. Red Lin Feyn smiled faintly. 'Either the killers dont know or they have allowed it. Perhaps they have encouraged it. The dragons too. Think it through, Chay-Liang. Think it through. Two of them given to QuaiShu to do with as he pleased?

Liang was still trying to get her head round the idea that a creature whose existence shed thought was a mere story had actually come up from the land of the dead and taken Baros Tsen. 'Dear forbidden G.o.ds, why?

'That is what you and I shall endeavour to uncover. Red Lin Feyn shrugged her shoulders. 'The killers will leave us alone until we reach Vespinarr. You may ask your questions and then I shall begin your instruction as a navigator. The third reason youre here. I suspect youll find it utterly disappointing. She started to get up then froze as if struck by a thought. 'The missing hatchling is dead. The dragon-rider hunted it down. The killers tell me it went to the Queverra at first. I dont supposed you have any notion why? When Liang shrugged, Red Lin Feyn shrugged too. 'No, I couldnt see that you would.

34.

The Queverra Tuuran s.h.i.+fted his axe from one shoulder to the other. There werent many good things you could say about climbing down an endless set of steps into a sodding great abyss with two dragons chasing each other down below and an ants nest of riled slavers above. Not much except how it had seemed like a good idea at the time. But he went on anyway because he was an Adamantine Man and that made him as stubborn as any mule ever born. It was better than climbing up anyway.

Best not to think about that.

He stopped and watched the pinp.r.i.c.ks of light that were the two dragons hurling fire at each other, so distant beneath him that they werent much brighter than the stars overhead. It was a long way down, a long, long way. Years clambering around rigging as a sail-slave had seen to it that heights never bothered him much, but this drop . . . well it was just unreasonable. Best not to think about that either. In fact, ever since hed got back together with Crazy Mad on the galley, his life had become quite crowded with things best not thought about.

He thought about all of them anyway, of course. It never helped and he usually ended up wis.h.i.+ng he hadnt.

By the time he got to the first ledge, he could feel how the air was thicker. There were huts here, a few crude wooden things and shelters made of poles and sailcloth and not much else. Someone had been kind enough to line the edge of the drop with white stones he could just about see in the abyssal gloom, so at least he had a clue where it was, although a bigger clue came from the knots of black-skinned Taiytakei with white-painted faces and torches. They stood right up close to the edge, apparently not too bothered by any notion of falling, peering down and jabbering to each other with exactly the animation of a crowd of people whod had their first sight of a fire-breathing monster shooting past their doorstep. If they had doorsteps, that was. Or doors. A few of the white-painted men stopped to look at him as he sauntered past but they didnt seem very interested.

'My jobs killing them. He couldnt resist. He patted his axe. 'Just as soon as I catch them. Which way is down?

Most of them ignored him. A few looked at him as though he was mad, which he thought reasonable enough, all things considered, saw his s.h.i.+eld and his axe and his sheer b.l.o.o.d.y-minded size and let him pa.s.s with a few mutters and pointed fingers. Let the daft b.u.g.g.e.r get himself killed. Well fair enough. He wasnt going to argue, but now that he had their attention another thought crossed his mind.

'Any of you see a short-a.r.s.ed idiot with a tiny little sword come this way a few days back? No, that didnt do it. 'How about one with eyes made of silver that glow in the dark? The way their faces changed was all the answer he needed. Theyd seen Crazy Mad right enough and hed still been crazy.

By the time he got to the bottom of the next set of steps, he reckoned the sun ought to be coming up, but he was so deep he reckoned the sun hadnt got much hope of reaching him unless they both got lucky somewhere around midday. How far down was he? No idea. Two miles? Three? His legs were starting to make a fuss. Mostly he told them they could shut up and save their complaining for when he had to climb back out again how much fun that was going to be. His stomach was rumbling and he was thirsty too. Might have been a good idea to grab some stuff off the slavers in their camp before hed set off. That was hindsight for you smug and mostly useless.

The dragons had long disappeared by now. He had no idea how that had panned out, whether the hatchling had got away or whether the big one had caught it. He supposed he ought to give that a bit of thought. Hard for a full-grown dragon to hide itself in a place like this, but a hatchling . . . yes, a hatchling could hide out down here rather easily and that one had had a mean streak.

Another hour and his legs got to thinking about how the back of a dragon would make a nice easy way out. He had to point out to them that the world wasnt that kind.

The hatchling had known his name. Alchemists always said that dragons could do that sort of thing pluck thoughts out of heads and that was how they knew what their riders wanted of them, but being on the end of it had turned out a whole lot different to being told it could happen to someone else. Crazy Mad had said the same. So maybe that was it. It had found his name inside Crazys head. Still bothered him, though. Not enough to make him scared or anything like that, because Adamantine Men didnt get scared, but it tasted bad enough to get him moving again and gave his legs something to think about before they started back up with their moaning.

He reached a ledge that wasnt much more than a few shrines to Flame-knew-what G.o.ds. Adamantine Men didnt have much use for G.o.ds and suchlike a few angry and neglected legion ancestors were all they ever bothered about and even then usually only when they were drunk. He had a quick look in case someone had gone by not so long ago and left an offering of something he could eat or drink, but all he found were bones carved into little totem men. The more he looked at them the more they made his skin crawl. He let them be.

When he looked up, it was definitely daylight. He could see the sky, a deep blue, but all he got on his ledge was twilight. When he looked down, he still couldnt see anything except dim cliff walls getting ever darker. It had to have some sort of bottom to it, right?

He descended another mile. By now the air was so thick it was making him light-headed. The sky above was almost black, so little light made it down. When he squinted he could see stars, which he supposed made it night again, though he didnt think hed been going quite that long. Could have been. After that he gave up looking back because every time he did it made him think of how far up he was going to have to climb when he didnt find Crazy down here after all, or, better still, how far up hed have to climb with Crazy slung over his back, and his legs really really didnt want to think about that.

And then he found himself standing in front of a pair of ornately carved pillars and a ma.s.sive piece of stone that stretched out over the abyss like the trunk of a fallen tree across a river. The pillars looked a lot like some sort of gateway, while the carvings covering them looked a lot like the sigils hed seen on the pillar that the Watcher had shown him, back when the Watcher had taken him to Vespinarr and put him on the riverboat to find his way back to Crazy Mad. The pillar had been in the middle of a great big square in front of a palace, and the Watcher had gone on about how old it was and how it went back to before the Splintering which, if Tuuran was getting his head round the whole Taiytakei idea of how the world worked, meant pretty d.a.m.n old and a little bit creepy. The sigils also looked a lot like the weird patterns hed seen etched into the walls of the Pinnacles back in the dragon-lands and the sigils Crazys warlocks had tattooed onto their faces and Crazy Mad carried himself, in intricate little silvery marks all around the ma.s.sive scar on his leg.

This way, they said. This way to what, well, maybe they said that too, but not in any words Tuuran had a use for.

35.

Palaces of Ancient Kings As the landing fields beside the Visonda Palace of Vespinarr drew close, Red Lin Feyn closed the blinds on each window. She stepped behind a screen and busied herself with becoming the Arbiter once more. Liang, whod been to the Visonda fields before, thought they looked empty. More than twenty gla.s.s.h.i.+ps hung around the edges, cl.u.s.tered around four black monoliths, sucking up their energies from the earth, but the field was big enough for a hundred. Dozens of gondolas lay scattered about, some gold, most of them silver. Close to where their own settled on the earth two giant men of gla.s.s stood as still as statues. Golems. In Xican theyd had golems, hundreds of them made of stone, digging and tunnelling into the jagged grey cliffs to make the city ever larger. Shed seen golems like that made into soldiers, simple dumb creatures who followed simple dumb orders but had the advantage that nothing much hurt them, not fire or lightning or even a sword or an ashgar. Yes, they had that, but they were incredibly dim, easily fooled and quickly rendered useless by most black rods. They were automata after all, no more or less than the pilot of a gla.s.s.h.i.+p, imbued with a rudimentary intelligence usually stolen from a death-sentenced slave before they died.

But not these. These were the guardian golems of the Dralamut, a very different thing.

As the ramp opened, an Elemental Man appeared in a rush of air beside the Arbiter. He whispered in her ear. Liang couldnt hear his words but his voice was harsh and angry. She watched. Lin Feyn walked back into the gondola and shut the ramp behind her, leaving Liang out on the landing fields alone. Liang pursed her lips and, after a moment, turned to inspect the golems. They were made of enchanted gold-gla.s.s tougher than steel, with four arms, two on each side. One ended in a s.h.i.+eld easily large enough for a grown man to stand inside and curved almost to the point of turning back on itself, with a lip at the bottom like a step. A second ended in a miniature lightning cannon far stronger than any wand. The other two arms split towards their ends, each terminating in a pair of hands, one huge like a bears, one as small as a childs with long spindly fingers. They stood slightly apart, their glittering heads turning now and then. Their eyes, seven of them, were golden orbs s.p.a.ced evenly over their gla.s.s skulls. They didnt need to turn their heads they did it, Liang thought, to make themselves seem more human.

She felt their attention as she came close. If the stories were true then these guardians of the Dralamut carried within them the life-sparks of dying navigators, not of slaves.

'Golems, state your purpose. Which was always how she began with the stone men of Xican.

'We serve and protect the Arbiter of the Dralamut. They spoke together, their voices soft and melodious, out of keeping with their monstrous size. 'Name yourself.

Golems that talked back? Well that wouldnt catch on. 'Chay-Liang of Hingwal Taktse, she said. 'Are you functional?

'We do not answer to you, Chay-Liang of Hingwal Taktse.

Liang snorted. She walked around them, looking them over, wondering what else she could do. She knew how each part was made could have made most of them herself but she didnt dare go close enough to touch them.

A gla.s.s.h.i.+p drifted from one of the black monoliths and lowered sixteen silver chains that wrapped themselves around a waiting gondola. A small group of Taiytakei went inside a hsian, two tvarrs and a handful of lesser kwens, judging by the colours and feathers they wore and the braids of their hair. The ramp closed behind them and the gla.s.s.h.i.+p lifted slowly away, taking the gondola with it. Liang watched it go. North towards the Konsidar at first but then west. When she looked back, the Arbiters ramp was opening again and the killer was gone. Liang found Red Lin Feyn with her headdress on the floor and her hair let down, brus.h.i.+ng at it with fractious force.

'Were alone, she said as Liang came to sit beside her. 'The killer will go to the Kabulingnor to make the necessary arrangements. While we are here, there are places I wish to see. We shall walk. She sighed and looked at the brush, then shrugged. 'Knots. I tell you, there are good reasons why we keep our hair in braids. The rest of you are lucky. She tapped a set of gold-gla.s.s hairpins and they rose into the air and set about piling the Arbiters hair neatly back on top of her head. 'They ask me why we are here. Ive not told them about Baros Tsen. Be careful what you say. They seem very much on edge. Are the golems in order?

'As far as I can tell, lady. They await your order.

'Is it windy out there?

'No, lady. Still as a mirror sea.

'Well thank Feyn for that! For a moment Lin Feyn wasnt the Arbiter any more. 'You have no idea how sick I got of that b.l.o.o.d.y wind. She chuckled and c.o.c.ked a smile at Liang. 'Or perhaps you do. Do you ever get used to it, up there all the time?

'Not really, lady.

The gold-gla.s.s hairpins finished their knitting and settled into place. Red Lin Feyn rolled her eyes and let out a tiny sigh, then lifted the headdress and put it on, the white feathers rising high above them both. She strode past Liang as the face-painted Arbiter once again. Outside she spoke to the golems in whispers.

'Lady, why are we here? asked Liang.

Red Lin Feyn put a finger to her lips. 'You know of the Azahl Pillar?

Before Liang could answer, the air s.h.i.+vered and another Elemental Man stood before them. He bowed low. Liang didnt recognise him. They came and went so much she was losing track.

'Lady, there have been difficulties. Lord Shonda has left his brother Vey Rin TVarr to speak with his voice. He refuses you pa.s.sage to the Konsidar.

'Vey Rin? I go as I please. Anyway, didnt he go mad?

'His mannerisms are . . . unusual, lady. But the fact remains.

'No matter. You are killers and he is bound to obey you.

'Lady, he is bound to obey you. We are but guardians.

For a moment Liang thought the mask might crack. Impatience. Exasperation. Exhaustion. Maybe even a little fear. Outside the Dralamut no one ever saw the Arbiter as anything other than the voice of the Crown of the Sea Lords and the Elemental Men. It was such a rare thing for the Arbiter to be invoked that some sea lords had never seen one except at a distance. For the most part the Arbiters stayed inside the Dralamut, listening to the few arguments brought before them when they couldnt be settled in Khalishtor in the Crown. But for the four days it had taken to cross the Empty Sands from the eyrie to Vespinarr, Liang and Lin Feyn had been alone together. Liang had asked her questions and Lin Feyn had begun to teach her the secrets of the storm-dark, and now and then the mask had dropped and Liang had seen an ordinary woman beneath it. Sharp and clever and wise perhaps, an enchantress in her own right and a navigator and powerful within her own skin. Far more than an empty mask. Beneath their surfaces they were alike. They might, in another world, have become friends.

The Arbiter gathered herself perfectly and turned back for the gondola. 'I must go myself? So be it. Come with me, Chay-Liang.

There was no s.p.a.ce in the gondola for the golems so they stayed where they were on the landing fields, infinitely patient. The gla.s.s.h.i.+p rose slowly up the side of the Silver Mountain and Red Lin Feyn allowed the blinds to be open so Liang could look out over the city. Lin Feyn pointed to the huge open s.p.a.ce sprawled in front of the Visonda Palace, to the circle of intersecting lines that came together in its centre. 'Chay-Liang must see the Azahl Pillar before we travel into the Konsidar. On that I insist, killer.

The Elemental Man bowed. 'You know the conditions of the peace, lady. He was looking at Liang. 'I am concerned, lady, for your safety. It would be better to bring those who must answer to your court. For a moment he looked almost human. Touched by real fear.

'I cannot bring the Righteous Ones to my court. You know that as well as I do.

'Lady, what have they to do with Dhar Thosis? If you tell us . . .

The Arbiter and the killer dropped to whispers. Liang turned away. At the window she watched the Silver Mountain slip beneath them until they pa.s.sed over the yellow inner walls of the Kabulingnor and began their descent towards the three towers of the Polsang Palace. A thousand men were arrayed to welcome them, but as the gondola came closer Red Lin Feyn closed the blinds. 'You will remain here, enchantress. You will not believe nor heed any summons that does not come either from my own lips or from this killer. Remember that the Vespinese have already tried to murder you. Practise what I have shown you while I deal with this, and know that we are not safe here.

They landed in silence. Red Lin Feyn stepped out into suns.h.i.+ne and crisp flower-scented mountain air in a fanfare blast of trumpets and horns; then the ramp closed behind her and Liang was alone. She spent the afternoon staring into the gla.s.s globe that Lin Feyn had given her, the one that contained a fragment of the storm-dark inside it. She focused her mind on the gla.s.s itself at first a thing she now did every day that came with unforced ease and then tried to move it into the storm-dark. After an hour of getting nowhere she put the globe away and read. Lin Feyn had some of Feyn Charins journals, books that usually never left the library of the Dralamut, and Liang devoured them hungrily, dutifully returning to the globe now and then with the same lack of success. 'This is the hard part, Lin Feyn had said, laughing at the look on her face the first time shed tried it. 'Many never succeed but you will. You have the mind for it. Apply yourself. Master the globe and Ill take you to the storm-dark itself. Shed been banging herself against the globe for four straight days, almost to the point of wis.h.i.+ng she could spend her time measuring the rider-slave for her next set of armour instead. But she kept trying because that was who she was.

No one came to the gondola that night, nor until late the next afternoon when the ramp suddenly opened again. Lin Feyn came in, looked about, wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in front of her face and beckoned Liang. 'Come, Chay-Liang, walk with me. Killer, this gondola is no longer pleasing. The air is bad. See that another is found. A Vespinese one will do.

If an Elemental Man was somewhere around them then Liang didnt see or hear him, but that didnt mean much. She put the storm-dark globe away, smoothed the creases in her robe and followed into the evening suns.h.i.+ne. The Arbiter walked briskly and Liang almost had to run to keep up.

'The gardens of the Kabulingnor are most striking at this time. Lin Feyn kept her eyes straight ahead as she spoke. 'It would be a shame for you to come here and miss them. I suppose you dont have much opportunity, even though the enchanters of Hingwal Taktse built most of this. Its marvellous, dont you think, how lush green pasture land and forest have been created on the top of this barren mountain? The entire peak has been reshaped over the years. Sadly we shall see only a little, but the grounds of the Kabulingnor boast gardens of roses unrivalled anywhere and a dazzling array of flowers from across TakeiTarr and the many realms beyond. Your alchemist slave would weep with delight at the variety of herbs and rare plants here. Look up. For a moment she stopped and pointed. High above the palace slabs of gold-gla.s.s drifted like the Palace of Leaves in Xican except here nothing hung beneath them. They caught the sun and showered rainbows across the towers of the Polsang and the Ziltak Palace nearby. 'They warm the entire mountaintop. If you stand and watch them, you would see they turn to follow the sun. They extract water from a spring that has always risen out of the peak strange behaviour for a spring if you ask me, but it was there long before even Vespin chose to make this his capital. She leaned in closer and lowered her voice. 'We are both in danger, Liang. They know you are here and we will not have much time. She leaned away again. 'The grounds also possess wildlife in many forms, a true menagerie of creatures from across our realm and beyond. One thing has always puzzled me: they say that one can walk among the three towers of the Lake Palace without ever leaving their walls. Doors that lead from one tower to another without any pa.s.sage or bridge. Is that possible? I was an enchanter once and never heard of such a thing. Do you see how it could be done?

'I do not, lady.

Again Lin Feyns voice dropped. 'When they bring a new gondola I shall change my mind. Nevertheless, be wary. Move quickly when we leave. Go directly to the gondola in which we came. Do not hesitate. We will find out here and now whether our killer is to be trusted. She turned and swept back the way theyd come, her voice rising as she did. 'I command you to find a reason to come here again, Chay-Liang, if the opportunity presents itself. Perhaps the lords of the Kabulingnor would wish to employ you for some task. It would be worth your while simply to see the marvels that past masters and mistresses of our art have wrought here. She leaned in close to Liang. 'Someone does not wish us to go to the Konsidar.

She talked on but Liang found it hard to listen. She could see a second gla.s.s.h.i.+p wafting towards the open s.p.a.ce where their golden gondola waited for them. It carried a new one beneath it, silver this time, because only the lords of Vespinarr could afford to build gondolas from silver and they liked to remind the world of their wealth. Liang did as she was told and ignored it. Red Lin Feyn stopped to nod to the dozen or so kwens and tvarrs who came to see her off, then followed Liang back into the same gondola in which they had arrived. She closed the ramp and told the golem to leave immediately. The Kabulingnor fell away beneath them, there were no booms of black-powder cannon, and Liang supposed she would never know how close her escape had been, or if it had even been an escape at all.

'Lady- Lin Feyn cut her off with a gesture and c.o.c.ked her head. After a moment she nodded. 'Lady, why are we here?

'Were looking for Baros Tsen TVarr. When Liang looked bemused, Lin Feyn smiled. She wouldnt say any more.

They drifted through the early evening, suspended somewhere high over the Vespinarr basin towards its northern edge where the sheer water-carved gorges of the Jokun and the Yalun Zarang cut into the heart of the Konsidar. From on high the basin looked like an enormous crater scooped out of the mountains. Green fields laced with threads of silvery water spread for miles on either side of the two rivers. In the distance the peak of the Silver Mountain was still in sight, with the Kabulingnor on its crown and Vespinarr at its feet. Liang watched the sun set over the western sky. The clouds lit up in sprays of ochre and flaming orange that tinged the snow on the mountaintops and set them aglow.

'Its beautiful up here, she said. She didnt expect a reply an Elemental Man sat quietly in the corner and the Arbiter had her mask firmly back in place but to her surprise Lin Feyn came and stood at the window beside her. Together they watched the sun go down.

'I am, through some arcane path, a descendant of Feyn Charin himself, said Lin Feyn. 'The Dralamut keeps careful track of these things. Its one of the duties of the Arbiter to maintain the records of her bloodline, although of course we have many slaves to keep them for us. A long time ago someone decided it might matter that perhaps the sons and daughters of Feyn Charin carried something in their blood which made them special. She raised an eyebrow slightly. 'There is a little truth to it. The sons and daughters of the first navigator make fine enchanters. But so do many others. She didnt move from the window but the tone of her voice changed and grew subtly wistful. 'Youve read some of his journals now. In the Dralamut I have them all, written at the time of the Crimson Sunburst. He was in love with her, that much is clear. Now and then people whisper she was his mother or his half-sister or his lover or perhaps all of those things. Some people nurse a prurient hunger to read his journals to find the answer, but its not there. What always strikes me most is the power in his words. The joy of them. I think perhaps he was in love with everything, with the world and all its beauty. He would have liked this sunset, Chay-Liang. She turned away. 'The journals of which I speak were written when he was young. Before everything changed.

Liang opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. What did you say to that? 'He was a very great man. There. As trite and bland and meaningless a thing as anyone could possibly imagine.

'He was. He spent a great deal of time at the G.o.dspike. He was there when the killers came for the Sunburst. History would have us believe he stayed there while she hid in the Empty Sands and that the two had no further dealings with one another. History says he was absent when her golem army made its unexpected appearance at Mount Solence and attacked the Elemental Men in their own home, just as they had done to her. I have read his journals and there must be something else, something that was erased or lost. For a long time he kept no records or else destroyed them. The stories would have us believe he remained at the G.o.dspike all through the insurrection and its aftermath and that the Elemental Men left him entirely alone. Years he spent there, and in that time what do we have of him? Almost nothing until he finally entered the storm-dark and returned, and then everyone knows his story after that.

'Ive seen the journals from start to finish. The man who wrote in those later years was different. Changed. He was troubled and paranoid and always looking over his shoulder. He hints at things he saw when he crossed the storm-dark and it seems they affected him deeply. A realm made of liquid silver. A different time when a black moon rose into the sky to blot out the sun. All that love hed once had for the world, somewhere he lost it.

'He spent most of his later years refusing to leave the Dralamut, constantly building and improving it. He showed a few of the other enchanters how to cross the curtains that lie out to sea, a handful of men and women he knew and whod learned their powers from the Crimson Sunburst as he had. Then he left them to it. When the Elemental Men all but forced him back to the G.o.dspike, he refused to enter the maelstrom or to teach any others. In his last years he drifted into madness, filling book after book with bizarre rantings that make no sense. Most of its illegible. Some is in code. When he was lucid, he was bitter and dark. For years they shut him away, left a few slaves to take care of him and quietly wished hed die. Eventually he did.

She turned and put a hand on Liangs shoulder.

'He saw something in the storm-dark that left him desperately afraid, and now and then, in his later notes, he speaks of what can only be dragons. I believe, in part, we are following his path. Do not end your days like him. Keep your love of the world, Chay-Liang. Her eyes glistened.

'And you, lady.

The Arbiter turned slowly back to the window and stared at the distant darkening sky. 'For me it may already be too late. I have begun to look over my shoulder more than I look to where Im going. She watched until the sun had gone and the first stars began to s.h.i.+ne, then quietly went to her bed.

36.

The Azahl Pillar Liang woke the next morning to find the gondola filled with golden light. The rising sun burst over the eastern mountains and blazed through the windows. When she crawled down from the tiny s.p.a.ce that was hers, food was on the table. Honey and fresh bread and fruit, and the bread was still warm inside. When she wondered how this could be, Lin Feyn actually laughed. 'A perk of being the Arbiter. I sent the killer to bring us food. He might as well. He has his uses.

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