Recluce - Colors Of Chaos Part 36
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"Just relax," Cerryl said quietly.
"I hoped for you ... did not tell... the truth ..." Another series of gasps followed.
"None ... none ... since Cyador ... hold chaos light like you could have ... did not want... tell you ..."
"I know ... I found out."
"So ... sorry ... sad to see you lose ... that..."
Cerryl touched Myral's shoulder. "Everything has worked out. Please don't worry."
"... still worry."
Cerryl glanced toward the door, then bent toward Myral's ear, whispering low.
"Chaos light can be s.h.i.+elded. Don't worry, old friend and mentor."
"Yes." A smile crossed the older mage's face as Cerryl eased his lips from Myral's ear, a smile that faded under another attack of coughing.
Cerryl could sense that Myral's entire body pulsed with the unseen deep and angry red of a chaos flux, and but a few dark threads of order bound that chaos, threads that he had strengthened momentarily, yet they had frayed almost immediately.
Myral coughed another time, then seemed to convulse, then slumped back onto the bed.
Even as Cerryl watched, wide-eyed, sparkles of chaos flared, and the body of the older mage collapsed into dust, and even the dust seemed to sift into nothingness.
"From chaos and unto chaos," murmured Kinowin, "that is from whence we come and where we go, for unto none is given the ever-lasting light of the eternal sun of chaos." His voice broke on the last words, and he turned toward the closed and shuttered window.
Cerryl stood slowly.
In time, Kinowin turned.
"Even for him, there was too much chaos at the end," Cerryl said "I couldn't do any more. I don't know how."
"You know more than you admit," said Kinowin quietly. "The healer?"
"I've watched her. I have to do it outside myself. It's harder that way, and I couldn't do enough. If she'd been here ... if she had just been here ..."
The overmage shook his head. "Perhaps a few days more, if she had been here.
No more than that. Even the best of the Blacks can but r.e.t.a.r.d death. Perhaps someday ... perhaps ... but not now."
"I tried," Cerryl added. "I did."
"I know. What did you tell him at the end? That you were more than you seemed?" asked Kinowin.
His eyes burning, Cerryl nodded. "He deserved to know that... he did."
"No one else will know," Kinowin said. "I'm glad you told him." The older mage covered the vanis.h.i.+ng white dust that had been Myral with the heavy white blanket. "You can't do more here; best you go for now. Do not seem to grieve for Myral though you do. Leave the Halls until you are calm. Jeslek and Anya would use that against you, and Myral would not wish that."
"What of you?"
"I am older, and all know I grieve. Let them sense my grief."
Cerryl could see the wetness on the older mage's cheeks. Finally, he turned.
"Only because he would wish it."
"I know."
Cerryl blotted his face and somehow managed to keep his expression blank through the entry Hall and until he was on the Avenue, marching northward through the early twilight.
You should have spent more time with him. He knew so much, and no one else cared-except Kinowin and Leyladin, and she couldn't even be there. You should have looked in on him more. You promised Leyladin ... but it happened so suddenly...
He kept walking up the Avenue, eyes not quite seeing, but his senses instinctively extended, looking for chaos or danger-the habit a result of the attempt on his life the year before and the skills he'd had to develop as a Patrol mage.
Myral was gone ... not even a body, nothing but sparkling dust that had sifted into nothingness before his eyes. Nothingness. Was that what happened to all White mages?
He stepped aside for a woman and a child, not really seeing either, and kept walking.
[XLIX missing]
All living things are composed of order and chaos; this has been since the beginning and will be until the end.
Likewise, every single thing under the sun which has form must partake in some degree of order, for without order there is no form.
In similar measure, every object which lives, or which has lived, or which gives heat or sustenance, must embody some element of chaos, for without chaos there is not heat, nor light, nor life.
Chaos itself, were one able to apply the lost and Great Mathematicks of vanished Cyador, could be described in symbols as precisely as those used in calculating the forces a building or a bridge must endure; yet even with such precise calculations, chaos would never appear the same in any situation, no matter how minutely all the objects it entered were shaped, weighed, and measured.
That is the nature of chaos, that it can be described, precisely, yet never predicted.
Order, contrariwise, can never be precisely described, for order creates a form dependent upon the objects wherein it is found and the amount of chaos present; yet the result of more and more order being introduced into an object remains always the same, for if of unliving material, the object will cease to change while that order remains, and if living, the excess of order will lead to death.
Thus, order can be predicted but not described.
In living creatures, excessive order will result in death, yet because a creature cannot live without embodying chaos, once it dies, for lack of adequate chaos, the body will collapse into small segments of ordered objects.
If the creature embodied great chaos, suddenly lost, this collapse will occur so speedily that the body will seem to vanish into dust. If great order exists, the same will occur, as a gathering of great order into small compa.s.s cannot be maintained without the influence of chaos ...
Colors of White (Manual of the Guild at Fairhaven)
Part Two
L.
Cerryl stood, wearily, as Gyskas stepped into the duty room. "You look tired," said the older mage. "It's been a long day. I'm spending more time on the streets. It's the only way to keep the small theft down." Cerryl eased from behind the table- desk.
"So am I, in the early part of the s.h.i.+ft. People almost look the other way when it's a loaf of bread or a few pieces of fruit."
"Except for the baker," said Cerryl, "and people don't lift things when the merchant's looking."
"Coins are getting scarcer, and they're hungry. Between the problems in Hydlen and the Spidlar and Recluce business, it could be a long winter."
Cerryl nodded.
"I heard old Myral died. You know, the sewer mage?"
"I know. I learned much from him." Cerryl managed to keep his voice even. "I hadn't seen him much lately." And you should have, and now it's too late. "He was sicker than anyone thought."
"I guess so. He was around forever. It seemed that way." Gyskas offered a brief smile. "Good fellow-even taught me a trick or two."
Good fellow... taught me a trick or two, and before long no one will remember except in a vague way. "He was good." Cerryl forced a shrug. "It's all yours. I'll wander through the section on my way back to the Halls."
"Suit yourself." Gyskas smiled. "Make my duty easier. Thank you." Out in the street, the air was hot-and still-more like late summer than early fall. Cerryl turned southward. "... the mage ... the little one."
"... the tough one."
Cerryl smiled at the two youths on the porch but kept walking. Was he thought tough because he was often out on the streets? He didn't feel tough, not at all.
The street was hot, and the sweat began to ooze even more down his neck and back.
Why did Myral's death upset you so much? He shook his head as he turned westward along the Way of the Masons-anything to avoid going back to the Halls too early. Because his is the first death of anyone who believed in you when you've been there? He wondered. He'd loved his uncle and aunt, but they had died in a fire, kays and kays away, and he hadn't even found out for half a season.
He'd never seen their bodies, and there wasn't even a place he could call theirs.
Dylert, the sawmill master, he'd died sometime two years back, but while Cerryl had respected Dylert, he hadn't loved him. He'd seen enough death. He'd dealt death. Death always happened to others .., but it doesn't, does it?
A figure in brown dashed from the side street, followed by a man in blue, who grasped the youth practically in front of Cerryl.
"No!" The youth saw Cerryl's white and the red belt, and the color drained from his face.
"Ser mage, this one-he stole a half-basket of potatoes right from the kitchen door." The gray-haired man glared at the boy, then turned to Cerryl, not loosening his grip on the dirty brown-haired figure- scarcely ten years old, Cerryl guessed.
The Patrol mage repressed a sigh and looked at the trembling but defiant boy.
"I don't care. You mages don't be doing anything for us. My sis, she's wasting, and Ma, she scrubs all day and can't get coppers for bread, not enough."
"That's what they all say," snapped the man.
Cerryl could sense the truth of what the boy said and his fear. What could he do? If he took him in, it was surely the road crew ... a warning?
Almost without thinking, Cerryl concentrated, forming chaos, focusing it into a tight circle, then extended it toward the wide-eyed youth, who tried to move.
"Hold still, or I'll blind you!" snapped Cerryl.
The youth swallowed but stopped squirming.
There was a faint sizzle as the chaos touched the boy's forehead.
"NO!" The youth slipped into a dead faint.
The man's face blanked as he looked at the circular brand on the boy's forehead.
"Did you get your potatoes back?" Cerryl asked tiredly.
"Ah, yes, ser."
"I'll take care of the peacebreaker." Cerryl bent and lifted the thin figure.
"Ah, yes, ser."
Behind the blankness of the other's face Cerryl could sense the fear, close to terror, as the man backed away.
What have you done? You can't let him go, not without all of them risking a mere brand for food. Idiot! What were you thinking?
He started walking, carrying his burden, until he reached the corner, Now what? With a sigh Cerryl turned northward, in the direction of the section Patrol building. Already the thin figure was weighing him down.
The boy stirred, moaned.
Even after four blocks, Cerryl could feel his eyes burning and his stomach churning as he carried the half-conscious figure into the section building.
Gyskas stepped out of the duty room. "What have you there?"
"A peacebreaker. Child tried to steal potatoes because his family was starving."
"You truth-read that."
"Yes. Unhappily."
"That burn is chaos fire."
"Yes," Cerryl admitted. "A bad idea of mine. I thought about letting him go with the burn to mark him. Now ... I don't know."
"We'll have to send him to south prison."
"I don't like it."
"We don't have much choice," pointed out the older mage.
"I suppose not." Cerryl took a deep breath.
"I can handle it from here," Gyskas said.
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