Phoenix in Shadow - eARC (13 page)

Chapter 16

“Come in,” Tobimar’s voice said cheerfully in response to her knock.

Entering, she saw her friend’s hair completely unbound, a flowing waterfall of smooth ebony startling in its length and black-shining perfection. “
Balance
, I know a lot of women—and a few men—who’d
kill
for hair like yours.”

“Why, thank you!” Tobimar bowed, the hair following in a smooth flow that he cast back from his face with a practiced gesture as he rose again.
By Myrionar, he
is
handsome. And now I can let myself recognize it.

He raised an eyebrow as she didn’t say anything, then grinned happily. “Are you
staring
at me?”

She didn’t try to conceal the blush. “I am. You’re worth staring at, Tobimar Silverun of Skysand.”

“As are you, Kyri Vantage, Phoenix Justiciar!” He stepped forward swiftly and kissed her; it turned into something longer than the quick peck it had started as; the world faded away for the several seconds his lips lingered on hers.

Finally they separated, and both laughed, just a bit, and she knew he laughed for the same reason—for the joy of seeing their own joy reflected in another.

“Keep that up, and I’m going to have to go to that party by myself,” Poplock commented from the nearby table, where he was packing away an astonishing assortment of crystals, springs, gears, gadgets of various types, and other supplies. “And they’re not even supposed to
know
about me.”

“I’m tempted,” Kyri admitted candidly.

Tobimar’s dark cheeks darkened further. “I...well, we’ve only just started...and...”

She laughed. “Your people really do have rituals around this kind of thing, don’t you?”

He shrugged, but smiled in response to her laugh. “Yes. I suppose much of it came out of the desperate years where we were trying to survive, and as the Silverun family we’re much more subject to etiquette than the average person. Aren’t there any...traditions around dating in Evanwyl?”

“A few, yes, but not that would apply to adventurers. It’s not like we’re children without any awareness of responsibility.”

She could see he was thinking that over as he got that magnificent mane under control and tied it back. Knowing how much simple magic she used on hers, she was impressed that he was apparently doing it all by hand.

Finally he finished tightening the silvery ribbon with a fancy flourish. “Done!” He looked up to her. “I’ll...think about how I want to approach this, Kyri. The...Way of Sacred Waters, as we call it, is something very unique and precious to us. I lived in Zarathanton long enough to come to understand that for some it’s...no more important than any other form of pleasure that involves other people, but it’s very special to me and I don’t think—”

She held up her hand. “Tobimar. I’m...somewhere in between; sex is a special thing, but not the sacred thing your people make it. So I can understand both sides. But believe me, I appreciate your hesitation. And it’s fine. Besides, as Poplock pointed out, we’re trying to keep him a secret, and in any case I don’t want to risk the damage Poplock could do on his own.”

“I beg to point out,” the Toad said dryly, “that it wasn’t
me
who incinerated two hundred yards of tunnel and forest in one blast.”

“True enough. So, o cautious and non-destructive Toad, any new observations before we go?”

“A few. I was thinking about those Eternal Servant things, and how hard they should be to make, and then I remembered that the Wanderer said something about that.”

“He did? I don’t remember him saying anything about golems or automata,” Tobimar said, strapping on his swords.

Poplock was almost done replacing his equipment in his pack. “Not in so many words, no. But he said something about magic placed into items being more common.”

Kyri nodded, making sure her Raiment was as spotless as possible by surveying herself in the full-length mirror. “You’re right, he said it was like that in Elyvias as well. So maybe it’s easier to make such things here than it would be in our part of the world.”

“Could be,” Poplock confirmed. “What little tests I’ve been able to do
have
seemed to show that making
physical
things with magic—alchemical tricks and such—are easier than just calling up the magic and letting fly with no physical channel. Even so,” he continued, hopping to his accustomed place on Tobimar’s shoulder, “that kind of thing’s not going to be
easy
, and to have made
hundreds
... I want to meet this ‘Master Wieran’ of theirs.”

“I can’t blame you,” Tobimar said. “For my part, we were able to show that there
used
to be an ancient tower near the center of town, in that park with the huge tree in the middle, but given that they’re trying to keep some of the facts about us quiet we couldn’t ask about it in more detail. I’m hoping we can get some of that settled tonight.”

Kyri knew just how important that was now. If Tobimar was right, one of the Seven Stars might be
here
—buried under the ruins of the tower, perhaps. The thought was enough to send a chill down
her
spine; she followed Myrionar, she respected many gods, but Terian was the shining beacon that even other deities looked to. What must it mean to Tobimar, whose family—whose entire
country
—followed Terian’s guidance?

“Are we ready?” Poplock asked.

“I think so,” Kyri said. “Remember, I am simply Phoenix, or Justiciar Phoenix. I see no reason to reveal other names, and since I’m on duty...”

“Oh, none of us are arguing,” Tobimar said. “We’re hiding Poplock’s existence as our equal, and in my case we’re going to say nothing of my family name or background unless we have to. There’s
something
wrong here, behind all the perfection, and this means we’d better be doubly careful.”

“Then...let’s go!”

Miri was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, bouncing from foot to foot with energetic excitement. “Oh,
there
you are!” she said.

“Good thing you came down now,” Dania said, and looked fondly at the diminuitive Light. “Miri was about to wear a hole in the floor pacing.”

A slight rose tint touched Miri’s startlingly fair cheeks—lighter than almost any skin Kyri had seen—and she gave an embarrassed laugh. “Well, it’s so...exciting!” she said, repeating herself from the prior night. “Come on, I’ve got a coach for us!”

Kyri found herself smiling as well. There was something infectiously cheerful about Miri’s boundless enthusiasm. “Lead on, then!”

The coach was, like everything they’d seen in Kaizatenzei thus far, beautiful in every aspect: wood polished to a mirror gloss, ornamented with carven vines outside and lit within by a soft, forest-green luminance that emanated from the roof of the coach. One of the Eternal Servants drove the coach, which was drawn by four sithigorns, of a breed Kyri had never seen—black with gold-edged tailfeathers. The overall effect was striking.

Miri insisted on them getting in first, then bounded in and sat across from them. “To the Manse, Quickhand,” she called up to the driver.

“Yes, Light Miri,” the Servant said, and the team of giant birds immediately began pulling the coach along.

“So the ‘Manse’ is the local ruler’s home?” Kyri asked. “Would that be the Color you mentioned, Kerrim?”

“Oh, no, Kerrim isn’t the
ruler
here. That would be Reflect Haldengen.”

“Reflect?” repeated Tobimar. “That’s a title?”

“Yes. You of course can’t help but notice that we’ve built our whole country around the theme of light—something you’ll understand more, I think, as you stay here—and the city...ruler, head, whatever you might call it, is called a ‘Reflect’ because something that reflects returns light to those it is directed upon.”

That made sense to Kyri; symbolically it meant that the ruler was reminded that their job was to make the world better for those being ruled. “An inherited position?”

“Oh, no. We have almost no inherited positions in Kaizatenzei, at least not in government!” Miri’s voice held a note of pique, as though the very idea was an offense. “Reflects are elected by a general vote of the population, once every five years. It’s of course not uncommon for a Reflect to maintain that position for a long time, if he or she does a good job, and in fact Haldengen has been Reflect of Murnitenzei for seventy-three years as of today.”

That
was
a long time. “With such time of service, I venture to guess that he’s either extremely old, or not entirely human.”

“Oh, very good. Haldengen Baldersedge is his full name.”

The significance of the name did not escape her. “An Odinsyrnen, then. So he has ruled to the approval of the population for that long? I look forward to meeting him.”

“No more than he’s looking forward to meeting you. I’m
hoping
that the Lady herself will be able to come. She said she’d let me know if she could.”

Tobimar raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. “Your own ruler? The Lady of Light, you called her? But wouldn’t she be in your capital?”

Miri smiled, this time with that particular narrowing of eyes that says
I have a secret!
“Oh, yes. But still she may tell me she will come, and then you shall see indeed.”

Kyri saw a tiny movement from Poplock—one of the trivial-seeming movements they’d agreed upon for various signaling purposes. Tobimar acknowledged Miri’s secretiveness with a chuckle. “I see there’s something you want to show off later. I notice a lot of magic—the lights along the road, the Eternal Servants of course, the clean stoves within the inn we stayed at, and so on. You must have many powerful wizards here.”

“Well, of
wizards
we have relatively few—if by that you mean those who cast spells freestanding, so to speak. Many alchemists, gemcallers, summoners, a few symbolists and chosen of various religions, that sort of thing. You’ll be meeting one of the best in the magical arts tonight—I’m sure that Hiriista will be there.”

Kyri kept her face neutral, but she could see the satisfaction in Tobimar’s eyes. That fit exactly with what they had deduced. Magical activity connected to material media—alchemical products and devices, the spirit housings of summoners, and so on—was highly functional here, making up for the difficulty of direct application of mystical or deific power. “That’s very different from home,” she said. “There, impressing magical energies into any object is a more difficult project, and while I’ve heard the term
gemcaller
, I’ve never met one, and I’m honestly not even sure what it means.”

Poplock’s mouth tightened with heroic resolve, preventing him from entering a conversation obviously dear to his heart. She wondered if he’d explode sometime during this party from sheer frustration. But they all agreed that Poplock had demonstrated just how deadly he could be when his presence, or capabilities, were unknown, and even under these conditions Poplock had himself insisted he remain an apparently stupid, harmless toad as long as possible.

Miri shrugged. “Actually, I’m not
terribly
well versed in that either, but you can ask old Hiriista if he’s there.” She looked out the window. “Oh, we’re almost there!”

The Manse was a lovely home, much of it carved out of and into the stump of some gargantuan tree, fifty feet high and seventy feet across, showing that something awe-inspiring had once stood here. Flowing out from the wooden bulwark that formed its central pillar, the remainder of the Manse was constructed in harmony with that source; even in the fading light of sunset she could see that the wood had been carefully matched, the polished stone facings chosen for their complementary color and patterns.

Golden light shone from the windows, and she could hear music faintly echoing through the air as they drew nearer, accompanied by the susurration of distant conversation and laughter. A pang of memory struck her heart as she remembered the so-similar sounds and lights of another party, the one in which her brother celebrated his selection as a Justiciar. There was the same air of joy, of wonder and faith, that had been in the air that day, too.

Once more she was struck by the
rightness
of everything in Kaizatenzei; even their construction was of a piece with everything else they had seen. Yet by the Wanderer’s warnings, and by those of Myrionar, she knew there had to be something else, something darker, waiting somewhere near.
What is hidden here?
How
is it hidden? Will we get our answers here?

“Here we are!” Miri said, and bounced from the coach before it had even quite stopped. “Come on, I can’t
wait
to introduce you!”

“Coming, Light Miri,” Tobimar said with exaggerated formality. As they alighted, they exchanged glances.

All eyes open. All senses alert.

Let’s see what mystery awaits here!

Chapter 17

One major advantage of being thought a dumb animal was that you could look at pretty much everything whenever, and however, you wanted, and no one would even
notice
, let alone wonder why you were looking; at most they’d pick you up and throw you out, or return you to your apparent owner. Poplock smiled to himself. He’d spent almost four years in Zarathanton honing that skill, disappearing underfoot or being ignored sitting on a low table or wagon.

It
did
require a lot of patience and restraint, of course, and even with the signals they’d worked out, there were going to be plenty of times he had to just
hope
the others did the right things. But on the other hand, he might be able to learn things no one else could.

The three humans alighted from the coach and walked up a curving, gently illuminated pathway to the double doors at the front of the Manse. The doors stood open on this warm, pleasant evening, the light spilling from them to guide visitors inward. Poplock caught a passing darterfly and was reminded anew of the perfection of the place.
Which keeps me suspicious. Nothing’s perfect, not without gods meddling. And when gods meddle, little mortals get hurt.

As the three paused in the entryway, adjusting to the brightness, Poplock surveyed the room. He was impressed; Sha Murnitenzei wasn’t a
huge
city, not compared to Zarathanton, but even so there was quite a turnout for this shindig, as his distant cousin Lormok might have put it. He guessed there must be over a hundred people in the brightly lit hall.
And you’d think this would be a pretty select party. But maybe not, they seem to act as though everyone’s basically equal.

“We’re
here
, everybody!” Miri announced to the room at large as they entered. Heads turned, and a ripple of laughter chased around the hallway.
Everyone’s smiling—kind of smile you give to someone you like. She’s popular here, and this informality’s almost certainly part of it.

That happened to put Light Miri right up at the top of Poplock’s
suspicious
list. He didn’t have any
evidence
, of course, but it made sense. If the baddies could use this overpowering goodness as a cloak, then the best disguise would be as the nicest person you could find—and as someone with enough power and authority to go anywhere and do anything, which seemed to be what a Light did.

Of course, she
could
just be as nice as she appeared, in which case she might be in more danger than anyone else once the real baddies showed up.

Many of the partygoers immediately gravitated towards them, but the mass parted in the center to let through the short but impeccably dressed form of a Child of Odin. He was clean-shaven, which was rather what Poplock had expected—his name implied a follower of Balder, who was depicted by the Odinsyrnen as clean-shaven—but his silver-and-gold hair was very long, reaching almost to his knees, and while styled was not restrained in any way.

“Haldengen Baldersedge,” Miri said, a touch more formally, “allow me to present to you a Justiciar of Myrionar, called the Phoenix, and an Adventurer of—Zarathanton, was it?—yes, Zarathanton, named Tobimar. They have crossed the mountains themselves to come here.” She turned to Kyri and Tobimar. “Phoenix, Tobimar, allow me to present to you Halgenden Baldersedge, Reflect of Sha Murnitenzei.”

“An honor to meet you, sir,” Tobimar said, with Kyri making a similar greeting.

“Not at all, not at all,” Halgenden said. “Far more an honor to meet
you
. Crossed over through the Pass of Night? By the Light in Darkness,
that’s
a feat I never thought I’d hear of, let alone done by some coming from the
other
side. Decidedly impressive, I must say.”

The phrase
Light in Darkness
got Poplock’s attention, especially since he could feel Tobimar’s shoulder tense on hearing it. They’d seen no temples that appeared dedicated to Terian, but “The Light in the Darkness” was one of the most common of his titles.
Interesting
.

“Thank you, sir,” Kyri began, and Halgenden shook his head.

“None of this ‘sir’ business, or ‘Reflect’ or any of that dustballery! You call me Halgen, like everyone else who’s not mad at me, and I’ll call you Phoenix and him Tobimar, yes?”

Kyri laughed. “All right, Halgen.”

“Agreed, Halgen,” Tobimar said with his own smile.

“Let me introduce you around, here.” He gestured to another Odinsyrnen, a very pretty woman (at least as far as Poplock’s admittedly limited judgment of humanoid beauty was concerned) of about Halgen’s apparent age and as solid has he. “This is Freldena Baldersedge; I’m her husband, and a lucky one as well, given that her family’s been—”

“Frigga’s
name
, Halgen, you needn’t bring all that up!” Freldena said in a mildly exasperated tone. Her fond smile took the edge from the rebuke. “Honored to meet you both, Phoenix, Tobimar.”

After they exchanged greetings, Halgen continued introducing them—two dozen introductions in the space of a few minutes, which Poplock knew would lead to Kyri and Tobimar having to ask most of them their names again shortly. He was pretty sure the one that
would
stick was that of Hulda, Freldena and Halgen’s daughter, who looked to be an adorable six years old and knew how to play on that—clearly the darling of the party.

“So, I hope you’re enjoying your visit to Murnitenzei, Phoenix, Tobimar,” Halgen said, leading them over to a table laden with mostly-unfamiliar foods—though Poplock could see parallels to some of the cuisines he’d seen in Zarathanton.

“Very much so, Halgen,” Tobimar said, starting to load up a plate at Halgen’s gesture inviting him to do so. “Not something we expected, I’ll tell you!”

Most of those around laughed. “No, I wouldn’t think so!” Freldena said. “So on the other side of the mountains, it’s like this, then, not like the forest outside our walls?”

“Not
exactly
like this,” Kyri said. “But not monstrous like that, no, definitely not.”

“Then what in the name of the
Seven Lights
brought you here?” Halgen demanded mildly. “Even one like Miri, here, wouldn’t assay
that
crossing without an
exceedingly
good reason!”

Poplock hid his grin. This was another area they’d had to discuss and plan out; they
needed
someone to ask that question and bring up the subject so that they could turn the questions around and find out things about this place.
And we had to know what story we wanted to tell, to keep from revealing things we don’t want told
.

“We had a few reasons, actually,” Tobimar answered. “In Phoenix’s country—which is just the other side of the Pass—we found evidence of a particularly vile conspiracy, and some of that evidence seemed to show that they had support from something on the other side of Rivendream Pass. Seeing
this
place rather throws doubt on that, though.”

“Do not go
quite
so fast, Tobimar,” Miri said, looking more grave than usual. “While it would seem almost beyond belief that anyone in Kaizatenzei proper could be involved in anything dark—and even less so in anything that contacts people we did not know existed—I would not exclude the possibility that something in the surrounding forest has had such contact and influence. Despite all our efforts of the centuries, the forest still surrounds us, presses against us, and yields only grudgingly to us; I would be unsurprised to find there is something more than mere dumb malice lurking there.”

She’s able to be serious and focused. Not surprising, but she sure works that bouncing, laughing girl business a lot.

“But you said a few reasons,” Halgen said, a question in his eyes.

“Well,” Tobimar said slowly, “the main other reason is that I’m chasing a legend.”

“Oooh! A legend! I love legends!” said Hulda brightly.

“So do I!” Miri agreed. “Can you tell us this one?”

“Well, it’s not the most
happy
story...”

“It’s okay,” Hulda said. “Some of the ones Father has told me aren’t always happy. Just let me know when you’re coming to really sad parts.”

“I’ll do that,” Tobimar promised.

The story Tobimar told was—pretty much—the one he’d told Poplock and, later, Xavier and Kyri, of the lost homeland, the flight to safety, and the unique curse that his ancestor had discovered and that now had fallen on him.

“But I had a few clues, and one of them was the way the oldest stories of my people began: ‘Long ago, when justice and vengeance lay just beyond the mountains.’ We’d known we were looking for some place on the other side of, and protected by, mountains, but when I remembered that old saying, it stuck with me. And then I realized that the country on the other side of the Pass from here—a country called Evanwyl—had as its patron deity a god called Myrionar, the god of Justice and Vengeance—I suddenly realized that I might have found my answer.”

“A fascinating story,” said a quiet voice with just the hint of a hiss in it. “You may well be correct.”

Poplock found himself nearly face-to-face with a
mazakh
standing over six feet tall; it took no acting at all to jump in startlement and scuttle around behind Tobimar’s neck; Tobimar himself twitched a bit, as might be expected given the two encounters he’d had with the so-called snake men.

“Ahh, Hiriista, good to see you could make it!” Halgen said warmly. “Tobimar, Phoenix, this is Hiriista Twice-Hatched, one of the finest magewrights in all the Seven. Hiriista, Tobimar, Adventurer of Zarathanton, and the Phoenix, Justiciar of Myrionar.”

“An honor,” Hiriista said, bowing fluidly with a pose similar to that which Miri had used. Viewed when not attacking, Poplock could appreciate the severe beauty of the creatures; not really snakelike, they were more like very tall hopclaws—bipedal reptilian creatures with colorfully patterned scales, a long balancing tail, and two arms with powerful hands; Xavier had said they reminded him of something called ‘velociraptors.’

“And comfort your pet,” Hiriista went on, “I am not in the habit of eating toads.”

“Duckweed will appreciate that,” Tobimar said, reaching up and giving Poplock a reassuring pat. Poplock relaxed visibly, and gave an inward smile. Using his original given name made him sound a lot less suspicious than ‘Poplock,’ if anyone guessed what that meant. “So you think I may be on the right track?”

“In some of the few ancient writings unearthed,” Hiriista said, “I have seen a very similar phrase, something like ‘Justice and Vengeance were as near as the other side of the mountain.’ And your story mentions your interest in the number seven, which is surely of interest here.”

“But was there a ‘seven’ before Kaizatenzei itself?” Kyri asked. “Because I get the impression that Kaizatenzei as you know it is much more recent than the last Chaoswar.”

Hiriista hiss-shrugged. “I do not know your ‘Chaoswars,’ but it is true that Kaizatenzei is not ancient. And yes, there are ruins of towers, from which it was said that light used to shine and protect all about them, found in the cities of the Seven Lights, and only in those seven cities—aside of course from the Unfallen Tower in
Sha Kaizatenzei Valatar
, the capital. Indeed, those cities were
founded
around these ancient towers, and there is reason to believe that there is, or was, some special virtue associated with them.”

He restrained himself from exchanging glances with the others, but he knew Kyri and Tobimar did so; that confirmed their suspicious about the Seven Stars almost completely. “You mentioned ancient records?”

“All the most ancient records are kept in Sha Kaizatenzei Valatar. If you would learn more on these subjects, I would suggest you travel there.”

“We had already expected to do that, but you give us even more reason to do so,” Kyri said. “If I might ask, what exactly is a ‘magewright’?”

“You know not the term? A magewright is one skilled in all the arts of magical creation and use—alchemy, gemcalling matrices, summoning arrays, mystical constructs, symbological circles, and so on. Halgen may exaggerate—”

“He does not,” Miri put in.

The
mazakh
bowed. “I shall argue not with one of the Lights. Then I am indeed quite adept in these areas.”

“You’re a gemcaller?” Tobimar said, asking one of the questions Poplock
really
wanted to ask. “I’ve
heard
of it, vaguely, but apparently it’s hard to make it work where we come from. I’ve generally only heard it mentioned in connection with Elyvias, which is itself if anything harder to reach than Kaizatenzei.”

“In truth? I am surprised. It is one of the most useful and formidable arts, for those who can master it, but it does require considerable preparation initially. I would demonstrate, but not here; it is not something to do casually.”

“Then perhaps another time?”

“Certainly; are you a student of things magical?”

“I dabble a bit,” Tobimar said honestly. “Mostly I just like to see everything I can, as does Phoenix.”

Miri suddenly stood up. “Ohh! The Lady of Lights says she will come!”

All eyes were focused on the diminuitive Light. “
Now?”
said Reflect Helgen, eyes wide. “Oh, Miri, I’m hardly prepared to—”

“Piffle. She knows perfectly well what the situation is, but people from
outside?
She’s not going to wait until they can make it all the way to Valatar!” With a “shoo” gesture, Miri waved others back until she had a clear space twenty feet across. “All right!” From one of the little tubes or arrays of crystals on her belt she took a large, water-clear gem. “
TO ME!
”

She threw the crystal on the ground and it exploded in brilliant, multicolored light that dazzled everyone, Poplock included. When the light faded, Poplock saw to his startlement a tall woman, as tall or taller than Kyri with hair red as bright coals, in gold-trimmed crystal and cloth armor similar in style, if not details, to Miri’s. She held a staff of crystal as well, a staff that shimmered through the hues of the rainbow, and there was a great sword slung over her back. She had none of Miri’s bubbliness, but instead had the same serious demeanor and appearance of quiet strength that characterized Phoenix Kyri.