Mark of the Fool Chapter 639: The Poisonous Ichor

The longer Alex and his companions explored Uldars sanctum, the more he learned about the god of Thaland.

First, it was clear that Uldar surrounded himself with reminders of past glories, both his own, and his Heroes in battle. Second, his sanctum was a place where he spent ti entertaining visitors, judging from the vast ad hall laid out with platters of steaming food on long white tables. The room also featured a towering fountain where wine flowed without end. Third, hed spent his ti watching Thaland from a room built entirely of windows.

And fourth, the god had been ticulous, extrely neat and extrely organised. The sanctum was spotlessly clean, a space made completely of white stone, free of dirt, dust, and divinely empowered so even the slightest scuff or blemish on his floors or white halls was erased. His furnishings were opulent, yet perfectly symtrical, positioned uniformly.

The golden goblets that sat on the lip of the fountains basin had been organised at equidistant points, while the spread of food in the ad hall had been neatly arranged on the serving platters.

There wasnt the slightest bit of disorder or chaos anywhere in the sanctum

except for here, where they were now standing.

A white table near the sleeping pool was littered with empty vials and bottles, coloured residue had dried at the bottom of so. Corks were tossed aside haphazardly, liquid had dripped on the tabletop, staining the surface. The ss stood out like a sore thumb, considering the orderliness of the other rooms, though the table wasnt the only spot covered in clutter.

Dozens of white towels were strewn on the floor, sared with dried black ichor. Near the pool, glass buckets sat, filled with the sa black substance; numbers had been etched along the side of each one, recording the volu of the contents.

Isolde sniffed the air near the bottles. You were right, Watcher Hill, that strong scent of dicine is coming from these, not the waterand look at the stains on the table and floor. They appear to be from that foul ichor.

Thats weird, Alex said. This place has been cleaning up every bit of dirt we leave behindwhy wouldnt it clean up that stuff? And why wouldnt Uldar clean up those bottles and towels? Everything else in this place is pretty much bordering on obsessively neat and clean.

Brutus growled at the towels, taking a step toward them.

No, Brutus. Theresa grabbed one of his bone spikes, pulling him back. Stay away from there.

Yeah, good call, Grimloch growled. The stuff in those buckets sllsfamiliar.

All eyes turned to him.

Familiar, how? Cedric asked. Whered yever sll sothin like that?

Couldnt sll it off the dried stuff, but those buckets? They stink kinda like he paused, his black doll-like eyes fixed on the substance. When my sister and I were really young, we were out playing on the reef. Well, she was playing. I was stuffing my face.

His voice dropped lower, a deeper growl entering it. Deep in the oceantheres no light; her race and mine can see in the dark, so its fine but he paused again.

Alex couldnt rember the last ti Grimloch had strung so many words together in a row.

Or any ti when his voice had sounded so troubled.

...I swam around a corner, chasing a fish; then I saw light. Big glowing light, he growled. Maybe a hundred and fifty feet in front of and up. Any of you ever heard of a Sea Banshee? Thats what you land folk call them.

Khalik swore. By the Sapphire Sea!

Whats that? Hart asked, looking between them.

Its a kinda jellyfish. Grimloch explained. Theyre huge, enormous, with bodies as big as Vesuvius and tiny tentacles no wider than a thread, but theyre stronger than steel, and nearly a thousand feet long. They carry venom in those tentacles that can kill just about anything that moves. The one we saw that daybefore my sister pulled awayhad a bunch of rmaids, so tuna and a whale shark in its tentacles. Ill never forget the sll of that venom.

He nodded to the buckets. And that stuff there? Slls close enough. I bet you a bucket of it could kill everyone in here thats not Claygon.

Silence washed over the group.

Venom rzhin muttered. Does that an sobody poisoned Uldar? Did a disease take his life? What could make a god sick?

I dunno Thundar grunted, looking around the room. I dont know much of anything right now. I an, every room we walk into, I just end up with more questions. How did he die? How long did he live? When did he die? Who was he expecting?

He scratched his head. This feels like one of those whodunnit plays, except theres no butler to bla stuff on. Its always the damned butler, in those.

His guest could have done it, rzhin suggested. ButUldar was so mighty. How does this even happen?

I dunno, the minotaur repeated. And I dont think were gonna learn the reason from anything weve seen in this place so far. He snorted. Did anyone notice any other rooms? Anything we missed?

They looked at each other.

No, Watcher Hill said. I saw nothing.

Murmurs of agreent followed.

But this doesnt make sense, Tyris frowned. rzhin, this Uldar was a warrior, wasnt he?

Yes, he was, rzhin said. He fought a great many beasts and enemies of Thaland in his young days. He defeated all of them, as well as the very first incarnation of the Ravener.

Then where are his weapons? the battlemage wondered.

What?

Where are his weapons? Tyris repeated. Listen, my father was a warrior when he was young, and he still keeps his weapons displayed in our house. Hes got a room full of them: polished swords, spears, shields, his kit for his horse, his lanceseverything. Its like a shrine to his younger days.

The man sounds aweso. I see where you get it from, Hart said.

Tyris gave him a look. Big complint coming from soone like you.

Yeah, well

Can you not flirt now? Drestra interrupted. Really. Try to hold back a little. I know were all high on having survived the battle, and I bet theres at least eight people here whod like nothing better than to climb each other like trees

Theresa and Alex, as well as Isolde and Cedric threw each other quick glances that imdiately turned to flaming red cheeks.

Thundar burst out laughing.

and that includes Drestra said.

Thundar choked on his own spit.

but nows not the ti. Go on, Tyris, go on with what you were saying. I think you had a good point.

The battlemage didnt look the slightest bit embarrassed. Nor did the Champion.

Theres a right ti for everything, Tyris grinned. But my point is, if Uldar was a warrior, then where did he keep his weapons?

A god does not need weapons, rzhin said. ...necessarily. But Lord Uldar did portray himself holding weapons in his paintings.

Exactly, Tyris continued. So what happened to them? Did he throw them away? He should have a trophy room or an armoury orsothing!

And weapons are not the only thing that is missing. Isolde frowned at the dicine bottles. Where is his library and his laboratory?

What do you an? Alex said.

These dicines were crafted through alchemy. Or at least they seem to be, Isolde said. How did he make them if there is no lab?

I follow you, but let just challenge that for a mont, Alex said. Maybe he justwilled the potions into existence? We have no idea what the limits of his powers were.

True, and that could explain the potions. But what of the glyphs in the throne room? Her blue eyes flashed. You said they were very intricately crafted and that delicate alchemy went into them; why bother with that at all if he could just will miracles into existence? It seems to that Uldar was sothing of a wizard. He most likely practised alchemy.

Which ans theres got to be an alchemy lab sowhere. Alex slamd his fist into his palm. Well, probably. We cant jump to conclusions yet, but I think youre onto sothing.

Maybe not. A god would not need sothing so mundane as an alchemy laboratory, rzhin countered. Even magic items can be created by the gods through their divine powerwithin limits.

That is true, Isolde said. But again, why bother crafting glyphs? I could see him willing a sword or a piece of armour into existence for battle: those are portable. But this entire sanctum is filled with Uldars divine power, according to you. Why not make voice recordings that simply activate through his divinity instead of bothering with glyphs?

rzhin fell silent, frowning.

Well, look, were not going to get much more information out of his sleeping chamber. I want to check those murals along the stairwell, Thundar said. They show all the Heroes, maybe well get a clue about whats going on through them. Weve already figured out that there used to be a secret Mark of the General.

Yes, and I wonder if the Travellers mural would be near the bottom of the stairs, Theresa said. She was looking for Uldar in her ti, and judging from his viewing room,he would probably have known thatthatsif he was alive then.

Yeah, I was thinking the sa thing, Alex said. Lets take a look at what the mural from her cycle looked like.

Shoulda bloody known itd be sothin like this. Are we even near the bottom o these stairs? Cedric asked.

Were not even close, Watcher Hill said.

Well, now I know why it took so long for us to notice these murals in the first place. Alex rubbed his hand along a blank wall.

The group had returned to the staircase that led to the sanctum from Uldars Rise. Tyris had reunited with her massive tortoise, and everyone was heading downstairs, examining the murals as they went along until they reached a spot where they abruptly stopped. The rest of the way down, the walls were completely blank.

rzhin swallowed loudly. Anyone think Uldar died before he could complete more of these murals?

That is the most likely explanation, Isolde said. And if that is the case, then Uldar has been dead for a long ti. A very long ti.

Her words left a chill running down Alexs spine. How long have we been just playing out the sa fight against the Ravener over and over again, thinking that Uldar was there watching over us. Helping us. When the only thing watching over us was a damned corpse?

We could find out by counting the murals above us, Khalik suggested. At least that could provide us with a good estimate.

Excellent idea, Watcher Hill said. That blank space will throw things off sowhat, but the murals should still give us a reasonable idea as to when he died.

Slowly, they made their way back up the stairs, counting murals.

Onetwothreefive Claygon counted out loud.

They kept going.

Tentwelvefourteen the golem continued.

They were coming closer to the upper landing.

Nineteen

They reached the blank space on the wall.

There aresix more cycle muralsafter the blank space Claygon said. If the murals stopped when Uldar diedthen he died roughly He paused. How many years between cycles again?

rzhin was as pale as a ghost. A hundred years between each cycle. That ans, our god died twenty five hundred years into the Ravener cycles.

dyou know how many cycles thereve been, rzhin? Alex asked nervously.

The Saint took a deep breath. The church does not have complete records for each cycle. So cycles are very bad, but most estimates suggest that thereve been just over sixty cycles in Thalands history.

Silence.

The church school didnt tell us that, Theresa said quietly. They said that its hard to know for sure.

Yes. rzhin said. That is true, but estimates indicate that sixty is likely the most accurate number.

Oi, oi, oi, Cedric said. Yan ttell thatthis shite has been goin on fsothin like six thousand years an bloody Uldar might've been dead frover half ov em?

Thirty-five hundred years, Isolde murmured. The sa scene has been repeated for thirty five hundred years since he died.

This is. This rzhin sat down on the steps, putting his face in his hands. This cannot be. He has been dead for so long? We have been alone for so long?

Thundar grunted, shaking his head. Damn hard to take. By my ancestors.

Well, now we have an idea of when he died, Khalik said. But perhaps there is more we can learn. Co now, might there not be a secret doorway hidden in the sanctum? Sowhere we missed? Actuall

The prince paused.

I think I know where we should check next.

Where? Alex asked. Did you think of sothing?

Many royal leaders have hidden passages that lead from their castles to safety. Do you know where those passages tend to be?

Where?

Khaliks eyes flashed, his expression sinister.

Either beneath, or behind the throne.

Oh dear, Isolde said.