Imagine my surprise when I learned that you were a forr student of Generasi, Baelin said.
The ancient wizard sat at a white table across from a young man who had so many white chains wrapped around his body, that he more resembled a mummy in tal wrappings, than soone living. Each link was covered in glyphs forged into their surface: enchantnts that disrupted mana for spellcraft. It was obvious that the city was taking no chances with this particular criminal; behind Baelin stood an officer with one hand on a glyph covered sword, ready to act if anything went wrong.
The chained manthe demon summonersat with an utterly defeated look about him. Baelin observed nervous twitches shuddering through his body.
Rttttle.
His chains rattled, and that was the only noise in the room. In the unnatural silence, they seed to grate against each other like the heavy chains of a ships anchor.
Leopold Richter, Baelin said. Graduated with high honours. Refused graduate studies much to several professors dismay, and began your work life at Howard & Family, a spell-guide publishing business. Youve had little to do with your alma mater since.
What are you doing here? the young man demanded.
Technically? Baelin glanced back at the officer. Visiting a prisoner.
Why?
For information, the chancellor said. A student used the teachings of the university to cause chaos throughout the city. To , that implies thatperhapsthere was a failure in administration. I intend to fix that, and so you have the rare opportunity to tell your story.
Leopold looked up a little, though he wouldnt et Baelins eyes.
My story?
Indeed. The ancient wizard tapped the table. These attacks were not random. They were a ssage, I gather.
The young mans breath sucked through clenched teeth for a mont.
But ssages can be misinterpreted or lost. The chancellor leaned forward. So, I wish to hear what your ssage was, by your own words. It shall help and the policy of the university, if changes are needed.
And why should I tell you anything? the demon summoner asked.
Because you likely will not get many more opportunities to do so. The chancellor gestured around the room. I suspect white walls will be your surroundings for perhaps the rest of your life, should you avoid outright execution. How many more tis will you speak to another person who is not a guard or fellow prisoner? How many more tis will you be able to share your ssage?
Leopold sucked on his lips again and Baelin noted the facial tick.
You shall not speak to again after this, most likely, Baelin said. So why not take this chance to let your cause be known?
The chancellor watched Leopolds reaction carefully. There had been many tis in his long life that hed been close to folk as they were about to take their last breath, or undergo so sort of terrible transformation to their life. At those tis, nerves, pain and fear would often drive them to speak of their thoughts to any ear willing to listen. Even if that ear was not the friendliest.
And now
Generasi needed aid, Leopold said.
there it was.
Aid? the chancellor stifled his anger at the very use of the word to refer to what the young man had done.
You know what I an better than most, chancellor, he said. Priests and deities will ruin this city one day. They will twist it into sothing monstrous. Ive seen it happen.
What do you an?
Baelin listened as Leopold told a story of his youth and the community he grew up in. The chancellor nodded along as a horrifying tale unfolded: one of evil cultists and hungry deities. The ancient wizards jaw tightened at the words, unable to rember how many tis hed seen similar occurrences in villages, cities or even entire empires over the millennia.
Yet his heart remained coldtoward Leopold.
And thats it, the young man said. I wanted to protect the city from fanaticism: priests gifts might be enticing, but they always co at a terrible price. Always.
Silence filled the room, broken by their unnaturally loud breathing, the clink of chains, the shifting of their clothing, and the slow thunder of Baelins own heart in his chest.
I understandthat most, wont see it the way I do, Leopold pushed on. But steps needed to be taken, thats the way I saw it. So if theres any policy change that would prevent actions like mineor sothing even graver, then I implore you, do this: punish students who even suggest that priests co onto campus. End any association with the Church of Thalandban the use of divinities from The Gas or other events associated with the university. That way, the school can continue being an example to the rest of Generasi: a living ssage that priests in this city must remain on the outside of our society. Tolerated. Not celebrated.
Another silence.
I see. And you are done? Baelin said, putting his finger through his beard-braids and twisting them around it. Perhapsthere is a point to what you suggest. Indeed, we have grown closer to the priests of Thaland for our upcoming workand this might indeed set a dangerous precedent.
Hope leapt into Leopolds eyes.
Then Baelin continued.
is that truly what you expected to say? the chancellor stared down the demon summoner, who looked away. We agree that priests can be dangerous, and I have made my opinions on deities well known. I have even built that into school policy, but what you have done is many steps beyond that. The irony of your situation is that in combating fanaticism you yourself have beco nothing more than a fanatic.
He rose in his seat. While many priests are fanatical in their servitude to deities, you are fanatical in your opposition to them. You allowed your cause to overwhelm you, and in your zealous attempt to serve it, you have only hurt the fine residents of Generasi and weakened your own purpose. In killing a priest of the four winds at The Gas, you crafted a martyr out of a warrior simply looking to participate in the Grand Battle.
Leopold swore beneath his breath. I acted hastily this ti, but Baelin-
Chancellor! the ancient wizard said.
-think of it, chancellor! Leopold leaned forward in his seat. We wizards often have to engage in cruel things to advance our understanding of magic and the universe. Generasi students move on to do great things throughout the world, often involving destruction. This is the sa thing, and what I was trying to do was attempt to bring the good of such actions back ho to the realm that took in!
I am very well acquainted with the nature of cruelty for benefit, Baelin said. But the objective benefit of your actions is far outweighed by the suffering they have caused to wizards, students and citizens; the damage it has done, and the delays in research you have caused. Not to ntion the waste of your own gifts. This is a blasted sha: a strong relational bond with an abyssal knight could have brought so much benefit to the university, had you channelled it for sothing reasonablesuch as researchinstead of zealotry. ButI have the information I ca for, and I am not here to debate you.
The chancellor rose in the silent room while Leopold watched him with a mix of disappointnt and desperation.
You should count yourself fortunate. Baelin adjusted his robe. If it were left to , I would have placed you in the torture pits of Klastra, where your soul would be cut with burning saws and axes for more years than you could possibly comprehend. The punishnt you will receive herewhile grimis but a sumr walk in comparison. Goodbye. We will not et again.
Chancellor!
Baelin did not stop.
Put in a good word for Amir, for pitys sake, Leopold pleaded. He doesnt deserve this. He doesnt deserve to be here. Plea-
Without waiting for the demon summoner to say another word, Baelin stepped out of the room while the officer shut the door behind him, cutting off Leopolds voice.
The room that the chancellor visited next was not what one would call pleasant, but it was much less stark than the white interrogation room Leopold sat in. Walls of stonecovered in glyphs that disrupted spellcastingford the structure, but at the top of the chamber was a window sealed with steel bars covered in the sa glyphs. Natural sunlight filtered through clouds and onto the face of Amir Abu Saleh.
If Leopold had looked defeated, then Amir looked like he was ready to pass from the world. The young man seed like he wanted nothing more than to just crawl into a hole sowhere and die. He barely moved at the sound of Baelins hooves coming down the hall, and he didnt raise his eyes when the chancellor stopped at his cell, flanked by well-ard officers.
Anger and disappointnt waged a battle within Baelin as Amir slumped like he wanted to lt into the stone bench he was sitting on.
Hello, Amir, Baelin said.
The forr graduate student finally looked up.
Im sorry, Amir said. Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorr-
Stop. It is too late for that.
Amir let out a whimper.
Why? Baelin asked.
W-what do you an?
Why were you party to this?
There was a pause.
I thoughtI thought I could fix things, chancellor, Amir said. I-
The ancient wizard took a step forward. Thought you could fix what?
All of it. Amir trembled. II thought I had it a few tis. I talked Leopold out of a few attacks. Night after night, Id just talk to him, trying to get him to pull it back. What was done was done, but if hed just stopped-
Why not simply co forward?
Because it would have ruined his life. HeI dont know, hes my friend. I owe him my life: I owe a full life-debt to him.
A life-debt? Why do you owe him so much?
Amir swallowed, glancing out of the window. It was just before I ca here: I was on my way from hoin a caravanlooping around the Prinean. I thought Id see a bit of the world before university; Id just been accepted and I felt like the king of everything. Thenwhile the caravan was stopped in a townI went to a tavern and bought so wine. sothing was in it.
The young man winced like a whipped dog. I woke upsowhere awful, deep underground. There was a cultand theythey were performing so sort of ritual. I watched them do it to other prisoners: they would make this potion by turning their flesh into a liquid that ran off their bones. The priests would collect it in brass bowls, drink it, and offer it to servants of their god that theyd summon. Day after day, Id see my turn coming closer until I was the only prisoner left. And then, Leopold ca.
Go on, Baelin said.
He used to go around rooting out cults and hed found that one the day before, and so he crept into their lair and laced their drinking water with potions. He doped them up with stuff to make them groggy and heave their guts out. They couldnt stop dry heaving. So while they were trying to recover, he summoned demons to set on them. And he wasnt as strong back thenso it was dangerous for himbut he still ca back to save . I was so weak and couldnt help him, and the cultists and that deitys servants put up an awful fight, but he wouldnt just go and leave behind...and he could have. He got to safety then went back and finished them off with help from every demon he knew how to summon.
Amir swallowed. And so my life-debt was forged. He ca to the university the year after , and weve shared a bond ever since. Buthe still hated all priests, all of them. He only told how much he hated them while he was here andI have to admitI did too, for a while. I got over it, but he never did. He just couldnt. So I thought I could save his life, like he saved mine. Talk him out of thingsbut when today happened, it all went wrongthings went too far. If Id just been beside him when those centaur priests used their miracles
Silence fell, and Baelin let out a breath.
Misguided, I am afraid, the chancellor said. Your loyaltyis misplaced. Many have suffered due to it, though I know all too well the drive to save a friend. He exhaled. Professor Jules will be very disappointed in you.
I knowI know, Amir muttered.
Silence followed.
I suppose there is little more to say, the chancellor finally said. I suspect the law shall be easier on you than it will be on your friend. It could be that you will see the light of day outside of these walls one day, though youll never be permitted to pass through the gates of the university again. Reflect while you are imprisoned, and perhapsif you are allowed to walk freeyou might still make sothing of your life. Perhaps that loyalty of yours will find a better recipient next ti.
Amir hung his head again as Baelin walked away.
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