The Blood Debt Part 26

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*You shouldn't have come,' he said, shaking his head. *You're putting yourselves in danger.'

*You can talk,' she said, ignoring Marmion's mute frostiness. The warden sat on the far side of the bed, torcless and dishevelled. The wisps of his hair hung askew over one ear. Like s.h.i.+lly, he had obviously been woken from a deep sleep.

*You will talk, Warden Sparre,' he said, indicating that s.h.i.+lly should pull up the remaining chair. *Do you see what your actions have done? This isn't just about you. One person is already dead. The next one might be a great deal more important to you than some Gunidan low-life. Understand?'

Highson put a hand over his eyes. Not to shade them, s.h.i.+lly realised; the lantern flame on his bedside table was barely bright enough to cast a shadow. He was hiding tears of his own. A wave of grief radiated from him so powerfully that s.h.i.+lly felt the strength give out in her bad leg. She sat down, feeling breathless and abruptly unsure that she wanted to know what had reduced Sal's father to such a state.

*I'm not going to pretend,' he said with wavering voice, *that I can justify my actions. I know what I've done, who I've hurt. That's exactly why I'm here. In my own way, I'm trying to undo the hurt I've caused in the past. I was trying to make things better.'



Marmion made an unsympathetic noise but didn't interrupt. s.h.i.+lly held her walking stick tightly between her knees as Highson Sparre unburdened himself.

*It started five years ago, when you were tricked by the ghost in the Haunted City.' Highson addressed s.h.i.+lly, not Marmion. His eyes were sunken. *That was the first time we ever suspected that Sal's mother didn't die of natural causes. Seirian was a determined woman and she was trying to escape. A ghost tricked her into thinking it could help her. When she realised that she had been deceived and tried to stop the ghost from breaking free, the effort drained her dry. Her mind was lost into the Void Beneath, and her body slowly wasted away.'

s.h.i.+lly listened with her heart pounding hard. She remembered the ghastly visage of her own ghost as it had burst out of a silver mirror, embodied thanks to her ignorant efforts. It would have killed her as casually as squas.h.i.+ng a bug once it had no need of her; but for Sal's cousin Aron she would be dead now, and many others with her.

*What does this have to do with the Homunculus?' Marmion asked.

*Patience.' Highson raised a hand. *I'll get there. First I need to tell you how it felt to know that the woman I loved had been murdered. If I had seen it coming and taken the appropriate steps, her death might have been avoided. I know she didn't love me the way she loved Dafis, but that wasn't the point. Her life had been ruined and her last hope of happiness s.n.a.t.c.hed from her. That was worse, in a way, than losing her in the first place.

*And there was more to come. Skender, Sal and Kemp were trapped in the Void Beneath. Skender returned with stories about minds surviving in the Void. Lost Minds. People who end up in the Void don't die right away, it seems; they linger as long as their memories last. Only when they've forgotten who they are do they fade away forever. This was radical stuff. No one had caught a glimpse of the Lost Minds before. But it had the ring of truth - and Skender is a Van Haasteren, after all. If anyone was going to remember the truth, it would be him.'

Minds surviving in the Void, s.h.i.+lly echoed to herself. She had never heard anything about this before.

*You believe the word of a troublemaking child,' said Marmion, *when it flies in the face of everything we know?'

*What do we know, Eisak? Precious little.'

*We call it a Void for a reason.'

*Perhaps the wrong reason: there's an emptiness where knowledge remains to be found. If you don't believe me, follow it up with Master Warden Atilde or the Surveyor Iniga, who also heard Skender's story. Or you can allow me to continue and let events speak for themselves.'

Marmion didn't back down from the challenge, but he did indicate that Highson should go on.

*The most important thing Skender told me was that someone helped them escape from the other Lost Minds. That person had forgotten her name, but she remembered losing a son. Skender thought it was Sal's mother. He told me, in effect, that Seirian might still be alive in the Void.'

s.h.i.+lly stared at him. Hearing a river of grief underlying his words, she began to see, then, where the story was going.

*You tried to bring her back,' she said.

*For five years - five awful years spent noting every reference to the Void I could find and hoping she wouldn't fade away before I came to her. There are dozens of ways into the Void, but no reliable ways out. Obviously there was no point me being trapped in there as well, although in the end I had to balance risk against effectiveness. Each time I tried to find her, I took a chance I might not come back.'

*Each time?' asked Marmion. *How many times did you perform this dreadful experiment?'

*Nine: five trial runs to make sure I was doing it right; four for real on the night itself. I returned intact each time, but with no memory of what had happened within the Void; every last trace had been naturally erased. I might have found Seirian, or nothing at all. There was only one way to tell.'

*And that was to bring her out with you,' said s.h.i.+lly, marvelling at the audacity and obsession that had led Highson to such extremes. Trawling the Void for a lost love - especially one who didn't reciprocate that love - was an unbearable kind of torture, and a work of magnificent madness, both. If it had worked, it would have offered hope for anyone who had lost friends or relatives in Change-related accidents. That it obviously hadn't worked only made it more tragic.

*Her body was long-dead,' Highson explained. *Her mind would need a vessel if it was to survive in this world. Some Stone Mages use the empty-minded as sh.e.l.ls to save them travelling across the Interior, but there was no way that I could morally or logistically pursue that course. Seirian didn't have the training required; I couldn't very well steal a body and force her to take it; and who was I to put an innocent, if absent, person through such straits? I had to find another way around the problem.

*I chose to make a Homunculus - and that was, strangely, the easiest part. Look hard enough and you'll find detailed procedures in several old texts. People have made Homunculi for many reasons, seeking everything from immortality to slave labour. Such bodies are stronger than ours and designed to take the shape of the mind within them, so the final results are completely lifelike. Or so the theory goes.

*Obtaining the ingredients required was more complicated, as was getting everything into one place at the right time without anyone noticing. I hired Larson Maiz to help with the grunt-work, but he was supposed to leave once the apparatus was in place. He shouldn't have been there when the Homunculus quickened, as I hoped it would, with the mind of Seirian.'

Marmion made an exasperated noise. *This story grows more outlandish by the second.'

*You don't have to believe it,' said Highson with a flash of anger. *You're the one who wanted me to tell it to you. Remember?'

*You said you went into the Void four times, that night,' s.h.i.+lly said to forestall an argument.

Highson nodded, and dropped his gaze to his hands. *That's right. The first three times, I came back with nothing. A Homunculus initially has no shape of its own, but possesses the potential for shape. Like clay that hasn't been fired, it needs a mind to press form upon it. So each time I opened my eyes and saw that formless stuff, I knew that I had failed. I didn't need to remember what had happened in the Void: the proof was right there in front of me. I needed to go again, to try harder, to reach deeper.'

*Wasn't it dangerous?' s.h.i.+lly asked.

*Very, but what happened to me didn't matter. Seirian was the most important thing. Finding her and bringing her back with me.' He took a deep, shuddering breath. s.h.i.+lly expected Marmion to hurry him along. But the warden was silent for once.

*When I woke up on the cold ground after my last attempt and saw the stars, I was utterly drained by my many voyages to and from the Void Beneath. I stood up in the centre of the charm I had designed for the attempt. The Homunculus, for a second, looked as inanimate as ever, but then the process began. The lifeless flesh stirred; a blue flame danced across its skin; its eyes opened. It became - something.

*At that moment, I knew that my failure ran deeper than simply not finding Seirian. The creature before me was not of our world and its form was not one the Homunculus could easily contain. I stood, stunned, as a war between mind and body ensued. The night around me bent and twisted; flames spread, forcing me back. I wished in vain that I had prepared some means of stopping the Homunculus should something go wrong - but why would I ever have imagined the need for it? The only thing I had antic.i.p.ated bringing into the world was the woman I loved, not the creature that writhed in hideous birth-throes on the ground before me.

*There was an explosion of chimerical energy. I was flung into the bushes and momentarily stunned. When I came to, the fire had died down. Only an unearthly glow remained in its wake. The earth itself seemed to burn, perhaps in outrage at the thing that stood upon it, a dreadful mess of limbs and features, as agonised by its emergence into our world as I was confused by its presence. What had gone wrong? What had I done?'

*Then Maiz appeared. The fool had been lurking in the bushes, perhaps out of curiosity, perhaps awaiting an opportunity to steal some of the more valuable-looking items I had brought with me. The fire flushed him out. He sank to his knees before the newly formed Homunculus and begged for his life.

*The creature didn't seem to hear him. It was disoriented. It tried to talk and failed. Maiz couldn't understand it, and neither could I. Somehow its words were obscured. Maiz shook his head, too frightened to speak, and the creature became frustrated. Its form s.h.i.+fted, threatened to dissolve. That only made Maiz more frightened. He thought it was attacking him. He screamed. With the last of my strength, I ran forward to separate them - too late. Maiz fell to the ground at the Homunculus's feet, dead, and the Homunculus turned on me next.

*I thought I too was about to die.'

*Why didn't you?' asked Marmion.

*That's the wrong question, Eisak. The right one is: why did Maiz die?'

*He died of fright,' put in s.h.i.+lly, remembering all too clearly what Tom had told her, back in Fundelry.

Highson nodded. *I agree. Maiz wasn't young, and his health was far from perfect. You've seen what the Homunculus looks like. It's not implausible.'

*So it didn't mean to kill Maiz,' said Marmion with scepticism written broadly across his face, *and it didn't try to kill you either.'

*Exactly. I was utterly vulnerable. I barely had the strength to stand. Indeed, as it confronted me, I fell down before it, certain my time had come. I fainted, exhausted. When I came to, I was unharmed and it was gone.'

*Did you set off after it immediately, or did you consider telling someone else what had happened first?' The warden's question had a sharp edge, and s.h.i.+lly could understand why. If Highson had explained the details of his disappearance earlier, much inconvenience might have been avoided.

*I tried to send a message to Risa Atilde, who would have disapproved but at least understood. I wasn't successful. a.s.suming that I was still drained by the exertion of the summoning, I decided that I should get moving as quickly as possible, before the Homunculus gained too much of a lead. There was nothing I could do for Maiz, after all, and I had enough supplies to last a day. I didn't think I would need any more than that. Not until much later did I learn that my inability to call for help stemmed not from me, but from the Homunculus itself. Something about it and its wake cancelled out every charm I tried to cast.

*I ran and walked to the limits of my endurance. When my food and water ran out, I kept walking. I didn't stop for any reason, even to sleep. Whatever the Homunculus was, I was responsible for it. I certainly wasn't going to turn back, even if it killed me.'

s.h.i.+lly remembered the way she had first seen the creature: striding out of the desert with Highson Sparre slumped lifelessly in its arms. The pursuit had ended in a way Highson couldn't possibly have foreseen.

*If it hadn't brought you to us,' she said, *you probably would have died.'

Highson nodded and rested his head back on his pillows. *I know. Don't think I haven't wondered about that. When I finally caught up with it, I was barely conscious. I had lost sight of why I was there, what the Homunculus was for - who, even, I was supposed to be. I had become a creature that walked, nothing more. I was delirious and dehydrated. I don't remember what happened between us.' A confused frown flickered across his face. *The next thing I knew, you had found me and it was about to kill you. I've been lying here thinking about everything that's happened, but I still don't understand why it would do that.'

Marmion raised a hand to cut off that particular avenue of inquiry. *s.h.i.+lly says it spoke to her and Sal when it gave you to them.' The warden turned to her. *Tell Highson what it told you. Perhaps that'll jog his memory.'

*It knew Skender's heart-name.' She found Highson's puzzled, hurt-filled gaze hard to meet. *It said that your summoning hadn't been successful, and that you couldn't keep up with it. It asked us to look after you. When you told it not to hurt Marmion, it said that there had been enough death, and it let him live.'

*Ring any bells?' Marmion asked Highson.

*Nothing,' he said. *I don't know Skender's heart-name, so I couldn't have told it to the Homunculus, consciously or otherwise.'

*It said,' s.h.i.+lly explained, *that Skender had met it before.'

*Could it be a golem? A ghost?' Marmion asked. *They both have affinities for heart-names.'

*It also said something about the two of them not being part of the world, when they met.'

*Where else is there, except the world?'

*Only the Void.' Highson's brows knotted in puzzlement then rose in alarm. *No, it couldn't be. Surely not!'

*What?' asked Marmion, leaning forward.

*There was another thing Skender spoke of after he and Sal emerged from the Void. He mentioned meeting someone there, someone apart from Seirian.'

*Another Lost Mind?'

*Yes, or something much more than that - perhaps the very first of the Lost. The Oldest One, it called itself. It claimed responsibility for the Cataclysm.'

Marmion glanced at s.h.i.+lly, checking her reaction, before asking, *And you think this may be the being inside the Homunculus, instead of Seirian?'

*I don't know. Skender had no reason to lie, but there's no record in the Book of Towers supporting the story he told us, and there were so many other things to worry about at the time. There was no way to follow it up.'

Marmion nodded, still looking at s.h.i.+lly. She wondered if he thought she was hiding information from him. He probably wouldn't believe her if she told him the truth. Sal had never mentioned meeting anything in the Void Beneath, and he had been there with Skender. So had Kemp. Their memories had probably been erased, as Highson's had been, and Skender had kept his to himself. After all, what importance would such information have beyond the circles of historians and scholars of the Book of Towers?

It claimed responsibility for the Cataclysm.

Even if the creature was the Oldest One, they still knew next to nothing about its motives or capabilities.

*Where is it now?' asked Highson, s.h.i.+fting under the covers as though trying to get up. *We need to find it, talk to it -'

*Don't worry about that.' The warden stood and walked around the bed. *It's out of your hands, now. I want you rested and recovered and ready to move.'

Marmion tried to usher s.h.i.+lly out of the room, but she stayed firmly put. *Have you seen a healer?' she asked Highson, putting a hand on his arm to calm him down.

*Someone was here earlier, when I awoke.'

*He's being looked after,' Marmion rea.s.sured her. *Come on, s.h.i.+lly. Let the man sleep.'

She would have given in out of tiredness but for Highson's hand suddenly gripping hers. *Let her stay a little longer,' he said. *It's good to see a familiar face.'

Marmion reluctantly acquiesced. *I'll be back shortly. We all need rest.'

The door shut behind him, and locked with a solid clunk.

s.h.i.+lly turned back to Highson to find him staring at her. His intensity was startling and made her feel suddenly uncomfortable. The hand on her arm gripped just a little too tightly.

*Where's Sal?' he asked. *What are he and Skender up to?'

*Didn't Marmion tell you? I a.s.sumed you knew.'

Highson shook his head. *The man is a fool. He won't tell me anything.'

*Sal and Skender are chasing the Homunculus and Skender's mother. Tom thinks they're linked somehow. Habryn Kail, a tracker, has gone after them.'

*I know Kail,' said Highson a little too sharply. *Is there more I should know?'

*That's it, really. Marmion thinks the Homunculus is headed here, to Laure, but I think it's actually meeting up with people in the Aad. We haven't heard otherwise from Sal, so that's where I'm going next.'

*All right.' He nodded and lay back on the pillow. *Tell me something else, then: why did the Homunculus try to kill Marmion?'

*Because Marmion tried to kill it first.'

*I thought your answer might be along those lines. Why does Marmion want it dead? What's he so afraid of?'

*I don't know.' Marmion, afraid? She hadn't quite looked at it that way. *The thing inside the Homunculus, I guess. What it could be.'

*Why? It helped me. It means us no harm.'

*We don't know that, Highson -'

*But we do. The last time I tried to find Seirian in the Void, I decided that I didn't want to come back without her. I was committed to finding her or dying. Since I obviously didn't find her, I shouldn't be here now. I should be one of the Lost Minds. I only live now because something brought me out - and what else could that have been but the Homunculus?

*Wait,' he said when she tried to interrupt. *You already know there's more. When I was following it in the desert, what hope had I left? I knew it wasn't Seirian ahead of me. I wasn't trying to kill myself, this time. In a sense, I was already dead. I had surrendered everything the last time I dived into the Void, and emerged empty-handed. I was nothing. Nothing.'

The despair in Highson's voice was awful to hear. Tears came to s.h.i.+lly's eyes again, and she gripped his hand even tighter.

*It brought me back, s.h.i.+lly. Twice. It wouldn't let me die. What sort of monster would go to such lengths?'

The lock clicked and the door opened. s.h.i.+lly pulled away from Highson as Marmion opened the door. She stood, hoping the turmoil of her thoughts didn't show.

*Are you done here?' the warden asked.

*Yes. I should really hit the sack. We've got a lot to do in the morning.'

*It does sound that way,' Highson said, his own distress carefully hidden. *Thank you. Come again soon.'

*I will.' She bent over to kiss his cheek, and didn't quite manage to avoid the cloying despair in his eyes. *It's good to see you.'

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