One day the white wolf ca to the black hound with a question. He said that among wolves it was easy to know who your enemies were, and who were friends. Among n it seed less clear. n would smile to their enemies and rage at their friends, only showing the true color of their relationship in the direst mont.
The hound agreed that it was very confusing, but that there was a purpose to their madness. n, the hound explained, used an enemys strength in their favor. A smile could bring power, binding an enemys hands while lending strength to their own.
The wolf said that he found it very confusing despite the hounds explanation, for in his experience a contest with an enemy could only end in blood.
The hound smiled and said that with n it was the sa - the only difference was their choice of blade.
- Pre-Gharic Ardan manuscript, vellum, c. 500 PE
The doctors directions led them down the coastal road north of Stahm, a muddy track overlooking bitter, windswept cliffs. A modest exertion from Zabala kept the worst of the chill from the n, however, and Michael barely felt the sea breeze. He kept his sight high, roving thodically across the lands ahead.
Nothing erged from the grasses. Michael sighed and let his sight drift back inward, shaking his head. Im sure he said it was close by the town, he muttered.
n move, Sobriquet replied, her own eyes bearing a telltale lack of focus. Especially n who dont want to be found. I cant see much either, but I take that as a promising sign. Things are disturbed, unsettled. Focus returned, and she looked at Michael. He was here, or close by. We were right to co to Ardalt.
Michael nodded. Now we just have to figure out how to find him. If hes already in conflict with the Institute I cant imagine hell be able to lay low for long. He twisted, turning back towards Stahm. This new terror that the Assembly has made, it cant coexist with Luc sowing chaos wherever he goes. Theyll have to stop him, or risk that fear theyve created boiling over.
Should make him easy to find, at least, Sobriquet said. We just have to keep- She paused, stopping in her tracks; Zabala noticed a few footsteps after and called a halt.
Sothing? Michael asked.
She made a face. Not sure. I only had it for a mont. Maybe- She turned and pointed. That way, behind that stand of trees. Not n, but - a discontinuity of so sort.
Michael looked, but could see nothing but the trees she had indicated, their leaves half-stolen by the chill autumn wind. It was beyond the range of his sight, though, and he could only traverse about half the distance from where he stood.
Ill check it out, he said. Wait here.
Without waiting for a reply, Michael began to run. It was less than what he had felt under Amiras aegis during their trip north, but for this distance his own power was more than enough to send him racing across the field in great, bounding strides. Grass whipped at his shins, dirt flying up in his wake; he crossed the field almost before he had truly co up to his speed.
He slowed as he approached the trees Sobriquet had indicated, shifting his dash into a great, arcing approach that circled around behind the stand. His sight flew out ahead as he jogged to a halt, still so distance away; it combed across the sodden leaves and grass , brown on brown flitting through his vision until it was interrupted by white, cold skin.
Michael paused and drew his sight back, looking at the body of a soldier. He had been young, younger than Michael, with a scraggly beard and a thin fringe of blond hair peeking out from under his cap. His eyes were empty sockets, long since pecked out by birds, his shirt marred by old bloodstains around a single bullet wound in his upper chest.
He pressed his lips together, taking in the young mans face; after a short ti he withdrew his sight and began walking towards the corpse. There was no sll as he drew close, the autumn chill keeping flesh from turning too far to rot. Smaller details erged - the soldiers gun, lying a handspan away at his side. Footprints churning the dirt. Another body, further under the trees, and another slouched against the trunk.
Theres more over that way, Zabala said, jogging up behind him. Four, maybe five. You handle the speed pretty well for soone so new to their soul.
I learned from the best, Michael said absently, stepping around to the other side of the soldier. He bent down to inspect the mans hand, curled against his chest; the fingernails were long, ragged and torn.
Problem? Zabala asked.
Michael shook his head, peering at the mans open mouth; a quick glance with his sight showed teeth that were rotten and missing, far worse than a few days of decay would inflict. He stood to look down at the body, then turned his gaze to Zabala.
This man was under obruor control, Michael said. For a long ti. Look at his hair, his nails, his teeth - hes filthy, ungrood. Reminds of the n on Sparks island. He wiped his hand on his trousers, then walked over to look at the corpses under the tree. They, too, showed signs of long neglect.
Zabala trudged over to look at the other bodies he had seen, prodding them with the toe of his boot. This ones missing fingers, he grunted. Rot. Hed have been dead within a couple of weeks anyway. And this one He trailed off, frowning. Co look at this one.
Michael turned and strode over to where Zabala was standing; he found another corpse lying in the grass. It was an older man, clean-shaven with a wicked scar across one cheek. His hair was short-cropped, his appearance generally tidy.
The obruor, do you think? Michael asked.
Or one of the n they were fighting. Zabala nodded at the mans shoulder. Different regintal patches, and hes a Gefreiter - as far as I know, Ardan obruors arent given a military rank, theyre Institute-led.
But hes an Ardan, Michael protested.
Zabala gave him a look. Were in Ardalt, who else are they going to fight? he asked, bending down to rifle through the mans pockets. After a mont, he straightened up with a pocketbook. He looked through it for a few monts with a somber expression.
So money, he said, thumbing past it to withdraw so folded scraps of paper. He inspected them, one by one. A drawing of a woman. A few letters back and forth, this one - is dated within the week. He unfolded it and read briefly, then shook his head. Nothing much of note, but it doesnt look like he was ever on the continent. Hes from a local garrison.
He pointed to the other soldiers on the ground. Those n, though - if they were under obruor control, theyre almost certainly from continental units. We should ask - ah, here they are. He turned to watch as Lars ca running up with three n in tow.
The Ardan captain was winded, breathing heavily; he gave Michael a jaunty wave as he approached. Im afraid you gentlen - ah. He doubled half over, sucking in a breath. He straightened up with a rueful smile, mopping at his brow. Im afraid youve got the advantage of in contests of sport.
Yes, just there, Zabala deadpanned. Good timing, though. What do you make of these unit patches?
Lars nodded and staggered over to look. Thats the - Fourteenth Infantry, I believe they were deployed south of Is as a garrison. Arn, werent you with the Fourteenth?
Transferred, the soldier said, stepping up to look at the body; he was much better off from the run than his captain. I dont know this one, but hes wearing a Fourteenth jacket, at least.
And this one? Michael asked, pointing to the older man.
Lars drew closer for a look, then shook his head. Hm, no, he said. See that flag-and-anchor pin on his collar? ans hes from one of the divisions tasked with port security, probably the port of Stahm. They were one of the larger mainland garrisons, as I recall. He frowned. So what was he doing out here, I wonder?
Fighting Ardan troops, no less, Michael muttered. Sera?
She materialized beside him, her ethereal form hovering just above the grass. Ive been listening, she said. If they ca from a nearby camp, I dont see it; were obviously within a days walk of Stahm, though, and its hardly the only place they could have co from.
Hm. Michael tilted his head, then let Stanza bleed into his vision. The contours of the grasses beca a riot of waving gold, obscuring anything that lay beneath. He pondered their motion for a second before letting his soul flood outward between their stalks.
All around, he murmured, is barren ground.
The words caught; Lars and Zabala took a hasty step backwards as the grass around them began to crumble. The dessicated remnants flew away on the wind, leaving only a circular patch of bare dirt. The bodies were exposed now, easy to spot against the denuded terrain - as were the footprints around them.
It was a simple matter to rule out the ones from Michael and the others, leaving a loose collection of tracks that stread away from the bodies towards the distant trees.
Handy, that, Lars observed, walking towards the departing prints. He bent down to inspect them, then straightened up with a satisfied nod. Ardan boots, for sure.
I think that was a given, considering the combatants, Zabala said dryly. But at least its a direction. He craned his head back, considering the dim sunlight filtering through the clouds. Still early yet, though well have to reconsider our plans if the trail extends too far into the forest. You think this is our lead?
Unless you have a better option, Michael sighed, beginning to walk towards the trees at a leisurely pace. Sera, get the rest moving behind us, and let us know if you see anything odd. Well take point.
She nodded and vanished, leaving Michaels group to advance. They did not move at speed, in deference to Lars and the rest - nor could they have, as Michael was obliged to stop periodically and scour the ground in search of more tracks.
Not a large group, Zabala said, squinting at another clustering of footprints closer to the trees. Eight, ten at most, and theyre not trying to move stealthily.
Who do you think were dealing with? Michael asked.
Zabala grunted. Not sure, could be either group. My bet is on the obruor-controlled n, though. Obruors would an Institute involvent, and per our source in town the remnant elents of the Institute are in hiding from the governnt. Heading into the forest is sothing one does when in hiding.
That does seem to be the place to go. Michael paused as they reached the edge of the woods, stretching his soul forward into the trees; a mont later there was a clear path ahead.
You know, Lars said, following Michael onto the path, it occurs to that if we pursue these n into the forest, we should have a plan for the eventuality of finding them.
Id say that depends on how many there are, Michael replied, and whether theyre obruor-controlled or not. If they arent, then we should take advantage of Seras stealth to learn what we can about them before approaching.
And if they have obruors among them? Lars asked, his casual tone belying the emotion Michael felt pulsing beneath the words. It was a confusing mix, but anger flared bright at its center.
It was a sentint Michael could sympathize with. We may still listen, he said. But we know everything we need to know about Institute obruors already.
Lars nodded, sharp and satisfied; they kept walking without further discussion.
The forest stretched out across a shallow valley, and as they ascended through it Michael kept his sight roving for any sign of an encampnt. It was slow going, and more than once they were forced to pause so that Michael could cast about the forest for sign of their quarry. Unai, Sobriquet and the rest of the n caught up during one of these pauses, and they proceeded forward as a group.
Youre smiling, Sobriquet noted, stepping up to walk beside him; Michael nudged the path slightly wider so that they could stand abreast of each other.
So I am, he agreed. She gave him a questioning look, and he shook his head. Its nothing important, just - I spent most of the sumr hiding from the Institute in the middle of a forest like this one. Now the shoe is on the other foot.
She snorted. It seems to be a flexible sort of year where the balance of power is concerned, she said. Though the Institute is sothing of a bystander in all this.
It is, and it isnt, Michael replied. All of this started from Institute ddling. Without them, Luc would be in Esrou, and I would be in Calmharbor.
Ill have to offer them my thanks, then. She flashed a bright grin at him, then let her smile drop. Before you turn Lars and his lot loose on them, that is. Theyve earned a bit of couppance.
Michael frowned. Im not in this to punish the Institute, he said. Theyre - awful, yes, but they were mostly acting at Sparks behest, and hes dead. I can hardly go around thrashing every horrible group of people I co across.
Sobriquet gave him an innocent look. Why not? she asked.
Because Im not sure thats what I want to spend my life doing, Michael sighed. Im not so magistrate charged with punishing the wicked - and, besides, if Im to have Stellar within my soul, Ill hardly have the opportunity.
Leire wanted you to use that position as a weapon against Saf, she pointed out.
Michael nodded. Yes, but not quite so literally. She ant for to help keep ndian safe until it could protect itself from Saf, or Ardalt - or from souls in general, I suppose. The arbitrary tyranny of one mans strength. He fell silent for a few monts, frowning at a particularly stubborn tree as he wrangled its roots away from their path.
Because thats what I have, he said. Or could have. Its right there if I wanted to take it. I would do good things, in my view, but in the end I would still be a tyrant. And then Id die. He paused again. And things would go back to the way they were.
Sobriquet did not respond imdiately; she walked beside him with a pensive look. Id like to say thats why I didnt join the Daressan governnt, she said quietly. But Im not sure thats it. Its not as though I have the strength to do much more than influence things from the shadows, thats all my soul is. There were things I might have done, though, to help.
You are helping, Michael said. You raised Emil to the head of the transitional governnt, which strikes as about the best thing you could have done. Leire was wrong about a lot of things, but she knew that governnt by the ensouled was not ant to last. Theres too much weight on one person, and when they go it all cos down with them. You need an army of Emils to build that change; the ensouled are only there to ensure they have ti to do it.
She gave him an odd glance. You really do sound like her sotis, she said.
Do I? Michael frowned. I dont think I actually agree with much of her philosophy, whether its on governnt, souls or people in general. But she was in the sa position as I am now; she could use her soul to do nearly anything she wanted - and she helped to build ndian into sothing that did not crumble when she passed. Whatever else you may think of her, that much is admirable.
I suppose, Sobriquet allowed. She ducked away from a low branch, then returned her attention to Michael. I dont believe Ive ever heard you admit it before.
Admit what? Michael asked. That I admire Leire sowhat?
She did not smile. That you can do whatever you want.
Ah, Michael said. That. He looked away, down the trail. Its sothing you hear people say, but theres always an implied limit. Its freedom within the bounds of certain rules or laws, or maybe societys expectations. But Im realizing that its not really the sa for , not anymore. I havent said it before because its - well. He scratched at his head, looking sheepish. Its kind of terrifying, if Im being honest. I know why people are scared of . I do. I understand it a little better with every new soul.
The arbitrary tyranny of strength, Sobriquet said. Except its not really arbitrary, is it? Youre not a storm or an avalanche, destroying everything in your path. She paused. Youre not Luc. That matters more than youre admitting.
Michael sighed. I know. And I- He broke off as Sobriquet stopped, her arm blocking his path. You see sothing?
Our n, I think. Around a dozen of them, ahead and to the right. Should be within your range.
His sight stretched forward, blurring through wood and leaf until he found a small clearing strewn with fallen leaves and deadwood. There were n there; all but two were standing eerily still. There were nine of the silent n arrayed in a sloppy double-rank.
Behind them were two more n, clad in Institute greys rather than military drab. They were arguing in low voices, though Michaels sight did not permit him to hear about what.
I see them, he said. Nine soldiers, two - obruors, Id guess. Having a disagreent about sothing. He shifted the course of his path through the forest, roots spidering out of the way with a fluid grace until the bare track led to a point just shy of the clearing he had seen. Lets go while theyre still talking, we might learn sothing.
He set off at a quick pace down the newly-laid path, the rest of the company falling in behind. I miss Vernon, he muttered, sparing a glance for Sobriquet; she grinned in response.
Ill be sure to let him know the next ti were back, she replied. For now well just have to eavesdrop the old-fashioned way.
It was not long before the obruors voices were audible through the underbrush, though they had to approach the clearings edge before they heard anything more than indistinct tones.
-dont have ti to get the rest, one man said. The other bodies will have to stay, protocol be damned. If the last report was right, its not going to matter anyway.
Fine, the other groused. But I still say its a risk.
The first man snorted derisively. Risk, he says. Overthrowing an autocrat is not a risk-free enterprise, Gert. At so point in between the Chairmans seat and the gallows Baumgart is going to notice what were doing; it doesnt matter as long as its too late for him to change things. From what theyre saying, were already past that point.
Michael felt a chill at hearing his own na, though he knew they werent referring to him. It was still odd to hear two strangers talk so nonchalantly of killing his father. Most surprising of all was the anger it spurred in him. It swelled quickly enough that it took Michael a few seconds to realize that it was not his anger at all; he turned to find the Ardan soldiers staring at the obruors with naked loathing.
He quickly pushed their anger aside in his mind, feeling the calm reassert itself - just as one of the two obruors raised his head.
Theres soone here, he said. You feel that?
The other obruor nodded, closing his eyes; Michael felt the dim tendrils of the mans soul spreading through the forest like tentacles of felt and feathers, deadening as they went. Michael felt their touch, seeking to rob him of his anger, his fear, his will, beckoning him to stand and co forward into the clearing beside the other n-
His head snapped back to look at the others, who were slowly straightening up from where they had crouched. Zabala was shaking his head irritably, as if stunned; Unai and Sobriquet were motionless with pained looks.
The anger returned, though this ti it was wholly Michaels own. He felt the muted fear from within Lars and the others as they straightened up, dead-eyed, unable to resist the pull of the obruors command.
Michael stood and walked into the clearing. The obruors turned to look at him, pleased looks on their faces. Thats one, the first one said, satisfied. I think theres a few more-
He choked, his words trailing off into an incoherent whine. The man froze, joined monts later by his companion; the two n struggled to move, to speak, to blink - to do anything but look into Michaels eyes as he walked toward them, Sparks light pulsing in deadly rhythm from his glare.
I dont know why I worry about questions of power so much, Michael said softly, his voice a peal of distant thunder that echoed from every angle of the clearing. When n like you make the answers so easy. Kneel.
The two n dropped to their knees, their eyes still fixed on Michaels. He walked close to crouch beside the man who had spoken before.
I hate compulsion, he said quietly. So I will be brief. If you use your soul on my n again, I will kill you imdiately. Nod if you understand.
The two n nodded. Michael stood and turned away; the two n dropped to the ground bonelessly, gasping against wet leaves and dirt. Slowly, the rest of Michaels n filed into the clearing; Zabalas face had gone deadly neutral, while the Ardans among them radiated anger enough to banish the chill from the air.
He turned to Sobriquet first with a wordless question. She gave him a sharp nod; she was fine. His eyes found Unai next. Take the rifles from the soldiers, he said, indicating the nine motionless n. Heal any wounds they have, Ill try to help with the rest when Im done.
Unai did not bother to indicate his acknowledgnt before stepping away towards the soldiers; Zabala was close behind him with a few of the n to begin collecting weapons.
Michael returned his attention to the two limp obruors, who had caught their breath and were now still upon the ground, looking up at him with barely-restrained terror.
I have questions, Michael said, lowering himself to a sit on the ground in front of the two n. And while I could use my soul to compel an answer from you, I dont particularly want to. I will know if you lie to , or withhold information. Do you want to walk out of this clearing alive?
Once again, the two n nodded.
Michael smiled. Good, he said. Lets talk.
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