“Vesk sent us!” Toby blurted before anything really horrible could unfold.
Salyrene hesitated. Her entire being seed to still for a mont, freezing in place like a person too startled to move, but accentuated by the iridescent patterns flowing across her skin suddenly stopping, at that mont in a pleasing fractal arrangent of gold and deep green.
Then she smoothly ca back to life, her lightwaves flickering into motion and shifting toward orange, while she sighed and made an irritated expression.
“Of course he did. The majority of this intrusion is explained by that alone, but how did you get in here?”
“Um,” Gabriel said hesitantly, “we have a divine scythe that, apparently, can cut ti and space. Plus we got a hint from Avei. It was Schwartz’s idea!”
The goddess narrowed her eyes slightly at Avei’s na but made no comnt on that. “A valkyrie’s scythe doesn’t cut, per se, it kills. Through a very selective application, of course, that can still be used to pierce barriers in a way that doesn’t entirely destroy them, by embodying a ntal construct of that which stands in your way and then condemning it to perish. It is the sa principle on which the highest applications of infernomancy operate, those only able to be perford by demons.”
“Um…” Gabe drew the long black wand he currently had tucked away in his coat, and extended it to its full scythe form. “It’s not a valkyrie’s scythe, it’s…a divine weapon Vidius made for a paladin. Which is a new developnt, I’m not surprised you haven’t heard, if you’ve been…uh, away.”
Trissiny swatted the back of his head. Gabe just sighed, and nodded.
“You are exactly as you were described to , Gabriel Arquin,” Salyrne said. Her tone, fortunately, was amused, and the arcs of light tracing across her skin had changed to a pleasant gold and pale blue, in smoothly flowing patterns without sharp edges. “Who do you think made those weapons? I assure you, it wasn’t Vidius. I rember that one; it belonged to Yrsa.” The pale glow of her eyes flickered subtly, as if she had glanced in a different direction. “Don’t bla Vestrel for not telling you, it is unlikely she would have recognized it. They look quite different in the hands of a different owner. I expect it will be much more versatile in a human’s grasp.”
“Wow,” Trissiny said softly. “You got a hand--down divine weapon?”
Gabriel gave her an annoyed look. “How many Hands of Avei have owned that sword?”
“Not one. We borrow it for a while.”
“That scythe,” Salyrene said dryly, “is many tis more powerful than your sword, Trissiny Avelea. In fact, it was only because they were assured that neither such devices nor their owners would ever be on the mortal plane that the rest of the Pantheon declined to raise objection when I crafted them for the valkyries. But it seems that in these latter days, ancient proscriptions are being disregarded left and right. And on that subject, what precisely did Vesk send you here to do?”
They glanced at each other uncertainly, taking a silent vote to decide who would speak.
“He tasked us with collecting the pieces of a key,” Toby said after the montary pause. “There are four, and the clues we got are that they’re in the hands of the princess in her palace, the scoundrel in the shadows, the maiden in her tower, and the monster in its sepulcher.”
“Maiden.” Salyrene made a wry grimace, but the light dancing on her skin accelerated and took on festive patterns of green and silver. “And how many of these pieces have you gathered thus far?”
“Only the one,” Toby said, producing Gretchen’s Dowry from his pocket and holding it up. “Princess Yasen of Calderaas had it.”
The little shard of mithril rose from his hands and drifted toward the goddess. She brought her own hands up to either side of it, but did not touch; it simply hung suspended there, within the scope of her grasp. The lights flowing over her faded to a pale white and took on an angular, almost mathematical arrangent.
Gabriel cleared his throat awkwardly after the silence had stretched out for almost a minute. “Do you…recognize it? Uh, my Lady?”
“Infinite Order technology was modular and interchangeable,” she said abruptly. “As any system of technology must be, to serve the needs of a large and advanced society.”
Toby looked uncertainly at the others, getting a series of shrugs in reply. “I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.”
“It ans that rather than every device being individually crafted by artisans, they were built of smaller, identical pieces with standardized attachnt points,” Salyrene explained. “So that any person with so basic sense who could get access to replacent parts could repair their gadgets, up to a point. Or even configure new ones. This is an Infinite Order device, a Series 6 T2 circuit. Being mithril, every single one ever made still exists. The vast majority are buried and lost in various places, but even so, this is hardly unique. There are three of these on display in the Royal Museum in Svenheim, over a dozen still in various private collections—either as simple curiosities, or set in jeweled housings as this one recently was. There are even a few in service for sothing like their original purpose, after particularly resourceful wizards worked out what they did.”
She shifted her gaze from the piece of mithril to look at them again, and even as the patterns limning her accelerated and ward to bright gold, the key fragnt floated back down to where Toby could grasp it again.
“I thought you deserved to know, children, that Vesk is not having you reassemble the pieces of so long-lost artifact. He has set you to build sothing out of components that, while not common these days, are mostly still lying around. It should go without saying that Vesk could pick up all of these much more easily without having to rely on mortal help.”
“Avei said that last part, too,” Trissiny murmured, wearing a frown.
“What does that thing do, when it’s at ho?” Schwartz asked in fascination. esie tugged warningly at his hair, but he absently brushed her off while gazing avidly at the mithril object now back in Toby’s hand.
“It is a transcension transistor,” she explained. “Hence T2. Basically it controls the flow of magical energy from a source to another device.”
“But it’s made of mithril!” Trissiny protested. “Wouldn’t it completely block magic?”
“Precisely,” Salyrene said, nodding. “This particular circuit is designed to be hooked into a direct source of truly imnse magical power, and link it to a very delicate device which would be imdiately destroyed by direct contact with such a source. Specifically, an information-processing machine, which would gather data from the power source or possibly deliver instructions to alter it. Or both. Or sothing else entirely. Those, or at least of a model that could be linked to your Series 6 T2 circuit, there, are not made of mithril, or at least, not entirely. While the Infinite Order built to last, more delicate materials inevitably co to harm with the passage of ti. There are very few compatible units still in existence. And yes, I do have one, myself.”
“So the transistor establishes a link,” Schwartz murmured, rubbing his chin pensively, while atop his head esie clapped a hand over her eyes in frustration. “But also impedes the flow of magic so that the device on the other end isn’t damaged by the intensity of exposure. Fascinating! What sort of magical source could he possibly want to hook this into?”
“That’s an excellent question,” Salyrene replied, her lights fading to red and slowing to a sluggish crawl across her skin. “There are such incredible fonts of magic left in the world—but this one, specifically, would have to be an Infinite Order machine. And while those still exist, they are all sealed off, first by Naiya locking their access portals and then by her attempts to bury the remaining entrances in various disasters. Those she missed before her consciousness beca too diffuse to focus on the task, the Pantheon finished burying.”
“There’s one of those facilities in Puna Dara,” Toby objected. “We were actually in there, briefly.”
The goddess gave him an indulgent little smile. “I assure you, Fabrication Plant One was not built at the bottom of a harbor. But what can be buried can be dug up again, given ti and enough effort. Right now, the only thing currently accessible to mortals which would be able to make use of that T2 circuit is the main power source of the old spaceport beneath Tiraas. I hope Vesk doesn’t intend to send you in there. I seem to recall the Empire gets tetchy about grubby little fingers leaving prints all over its favorite toys.”
“I may have had a reminder of that recently,” Gabriel said solemnly. “I don’t suppose you might have a theory on what Vesk wants with this key when it’s finished? It sounds like it would enable him to control sothing with a lot of power, which the gods went to a lot of trouble to lock away.”
“Let rephrase that,” said Trissiny. “Can he be trusted with this thing? Because if not, I for one will be very comfortable not bothering you any further about this whole business.”
“Vesk,” Salyrene replied, “is every bit as annoying as you have already discovered, and then so. And I trust him more than most of the Pantheon. Yes, he could cause a lot of trouble if he’s collecting what I think he is—but keep in mind, if he just wanted to cause trouble in this manner, nothing is stopping him. He doesn’t need your help to gather these pieces. Whatever he is doing is at least as much about you as about him.”
“He does have…sothing of a reputation for pointlessly tornting people,” Toby said slowly. “Especially paladins.”
“When a bard says hero, they an victim,” Trissiny quoted.
“From the perspective of the paladins, I’m sure it can seem like pointless tornt.” Her tone was grave, the lights flowing over her body slow and pale blue now. “The sa can be said of this tower. I do have so sympathy for Vesk, for that very reason. Despite the nuisance he can be while you’re dealing with him, if you embrace the trials he throws in your path you will erge stronger for the journey. Here, this is what you ca for.”
Again, she held her hands apart before her, the blue lights cascading over her skin accelerating to a frenzied pace of oscillation as the goddess channeled magic. Strears of mist coalesced out of the air, spinning together into a tiny cloud between her palms, which spun like a miniature tornado before abruptly dissipating with a puff and a shower of golden sparks, to leave an object slowly rotating in the air.
Gabriel applauded. Trissiny stepped on his foot. Salyrene, smiling, inclined her head toward him.
Toby reached up to grasp the thing that drifted down to his hand. It was a rounded disc of what seed to be black glass, encircled by a band of mithril which at one point around its circumference extended blunt little prongs. He paused to bow to Salyrene, glanced at the others, and then carefully brought the two pieces together. The disc fit with perfect ease into the shaft, forming an obvious key shape that now was missing only its teeth.
Eight thousand years after its creators and their whole civilization had been wiped out, it still worked perfectly. A soft chirp of acknowledgnt sounded from the key, and the black disc within the mithril housing lit up with a red gleam. After two seconds, it went dark again.
“Hmm,” Gabriel murmured, staring at the half-built key in Toby’s hand with his eyes narrowed. “You said…that piece is a kind of information processing device, right? What information is in it right now?”
“None,” Salyrene said simply, spreading her hands in a slight shrug. “It is a blank template, which is what makes it especially valuable. Few enough of those are still extant and functional; most that survive have instructions hard-coded into them. An unused transtate drive is very rare. In fact, I believe that reveals what your remaining two pieces are. Your key now is missing only the interface dock which should be attached to the other end of the transistor to enable it to be plugged into an Infinite Order machine. I suspect the final ‘piece’ will, in fact, be software. Instructions that will program it to do whatever it is Vesk plans to do with that thing.”
Trissiny drew in a breath and let it out in a soft sigh. “So…the scoundrel and the monster are left. I wonder which will have which part.”
“Your monster will guard the information component,” said the goddess, and her constant lightshow trended to jagged patterns of red and white while she spoke. “Which ans you will be facing so nastiness left behind by the Elder Gods at the end of this journey. I conclude this by process of elimination: of the entities which might possess physical scraps of Infinite Order technology and be described as ‘monsters,’ I can only think of dragons, who as a rule do not hang about in sepulchers. Besides, I can tell you your next stop based on the remaining possibility. In the port city of Ninkabi in N’Jendo lives a man nad Mortir Agasti who owns a Series 6 interface dock…and can quite reasonably be called a scoundrel in the shadows. More than that I won’t give away. He will not be hard to find, once you reach the city.”
“Thank you very much, my Lady,” Toby said gravely, bowing to her again. “Both for the gift, and for the information. It has been imnsely helpful.”
“You are welco,” she replied, inclining her head. “Now, Tobias Caine. My sword, if you please?”
“Oh!” He had thrust Athenos unsheathed through his belt; now Toby tucked the key back into his pocket and pulled the sword loose. Holding it by the blade, he offered it up to her, hilt-first. Athenos, for his part, remained uncharacteristically silent.
“This…isn’t exactly on topic,” Gabriel said a little hesitantly, “and may not even be pleasant for to know, but I have to ask. Lady Salyrene, do you know where Ariel ca from?”
Holding Athenos in one hand, the sword looking almost comically small given the size of her current incarnation, Salyrene turned an indulgent smile on Gabriel, her shifting skin taking on shimring patterns of green and blue. Then, with a soft puff of light, Athenos vanished from view, leaving her hands empty once more.
“I am not in the habit of indulging idle curiosity, Gabriel Arquin, but I do like an enchanter who seeks knowledge even when he knows it won’t make him happy. Far too many people, even magic users who ought to know better, only want to hear what will please them. And indeed, your sword should co with a warning: so long as you carry her, you should try to avoid high elves.”
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“That…shouldn’t be a problem,” he said, blinking. “Nobody ever sees high elves. I didn’t believe they really existed until very recently. Uh, might I ask why?”
“Ariel is a Qestraceel original,” Salyrene explained. “Before human wizards learned the vile secret of making talking swords, or at least a clumsy and bastardized version of it, the art was created by the high elves as the most severe punishnt they will inflict for any cri. The Magisters of Qestraceel are able to perform the process correctly on a single try. When they judge soone deserving of the ultimate punishnt, that individual is executed and their spirit made a template for a talking sword, which then serves the Magisters in whatever capacity they require. It must be a truly legendary tale that explains how Ariel ca to be lost in the Crawl, but unfortunately, the long period of dormancy without a user’s aura to power her would have purged her long-term mory. By the law of the high elves, Gabriel Arquin, all such swords are the permanent property of the Magistry, and may never be sold, traded, given, or even loaned. If a high elf sees you with that sword, they will try to confiscate her.”
He lowered a hand to grasp Ariel’s hilt. She, like Athenos, remained conspicuously silent in Salyrene’s presence. “Thank you for the warning. Then…she was made from soone truly…awful.”
“You can’t assu that,” Trissiny said quietly. “Sotis people do truly awful things in extenuating circumstances. Sotis innocent people are condemned to terrible punishnts by a flawed justice system. If Ariel doesn’t rember and you can’t exactly ask a high elf…better to leave the past buried.”
“Wise words,” Salyrene agreed, nodding to Trissiny. “And you, Herschel Schwartz? I am rather pleased at the opportunity to speak with you. Have you nothing you wish to ask ?”
“Oh,” he squeaked, sounding eerily reminiscent of esie. “? Oh, I’m just…along. I’m not a paladin, uh, obviously. I’m helping Triss and the boys, that’s all.”
“You do have a knack for stumbling into matters above your head,” Salyrene agreed. “If Vesk is involved in this affair, that alone tells your presence here is no coincidence. Yes, young man, I am aware of you. I have been since you swore vengeance in my na while striking down a foe with an impressive display of magical skill for such a young witch.”
All three paladins’ heads swiveled to stare at him in shock.
“Hershel!” Trissiny croaked.
“Oh,” he groaned, clapping a hand over his eyes and nearly dislodging his glasses. esie, still sitting in his hair, threw her tiny arms wide and squeaked a despairing complaint at the ceiling. “That was… It was the dwarf, Trissiny, the one who was hunting you and the other apprentices. He threatened my family.”
“The little piece of crap had it coming,” the goddess of magic opined, folding her arms and the abstract lights running across her flaring bright orange. “Had you been forced to make good on that threat, Herschel Schwartz, I would have backed you. And then, by necessity, delivered a lesson. I have made it clear that I don’t appreciate being casually invoked, and there must be consequences for that kind of defiance.”
“Thank you, may Lady,” Schwartz said weakly, “for your forbearance.”
She smiled. “Thank you for not forcing to exercise it, young witch. One hates to have to co down upon such a promising talent. Now, we are both here. How do you like my Tower?”
He hesitated, fussing with his glasses, and esie hopped down to his shoulder where she stood up and patted his cheek, chittering an urgent ssage.
“I…understand the lesson of that trial,” Schwartz said finally, raising his eyes to the goddess again.
“Makes one of us,” Gabriel muttered.
“The point,” Schwartz continued, “is that sotis you have to do what you don’t want to do. To…act against your nature. And…sotis it’s all going to go to hell anyway, but you still have to do it. Because failing to act at all, just because you don’t like the options…that’s the ultimate sin. It’s the sa as choosing defeat.”
“Well done,” she said, nodding.
“And,” he continued, visibly stiffening his spine. esie actually punched his face, ineffectually, emitting a long squeal; Schwartz plucked her off his shoulder and held her out in one fist. “And, I think Vesk sent us in here, knowing that specific lesson would be taught to this specific group, because he wanted to deliver that ssage to you.”
The room perceptibly darkened. Slowly, the patterns of light shifting across Salyrene’s skin began to creep toward a halt, shifting into blue, and then a deeper indigo.
esie turned to face Trissiny, still clutched in Schwartz’s grip, and squealed indignantly while pointing at his face.
“I know, esie,” she said with a sigh, reaching out to take the little elental from him. esie darted up her arm to rest on her shoulder, where she chattered furiously at Schwartz.
“My Lady,” the witch continued, staring pleadingly up at his goddess, “we’ve missed you. What’s happening out there… It’s amazing. The enchantnts that have been developed in the last century, and the way they’ve changed society, the very face of the world… It’s the great fulfillnt of the promise magic has always held! Life is so much better in every way… And yes, of course, there are hazards and drawbacks, there’s just no avoiding that, but the progress. It has to be seen to be believed. This is an age of wonders, an age of magic, and you are missing it!”
She had darkened completely, now. The last deep blue had faded, leaving no light upon her form. Salyrene closed her luminous eyes, plunging them back into the dimness of the Tower.
“It is not a small thing,” she whispered at long last, “to lose soone you love. A friend, a family mber…soone bonded to you through hardship and endlessly long, shared experience. Not for anyone is it a small thing… But especially not for a being like , so defined and constrained by the concepts I embody. Take soone precious from a god, and you have taken away a piece of their very being.”
“I think,” Toby said, equally softly, “it’s that way for everyone.”
“Trust , there is a difference. I know because of how acute the losses were, after our ascension, compared to before. We had been at war with gods; we had all lost loved ones. Many, many tis. But once we beca gods, to have those we cared for stripped from us… Even when they were not destroyed, only separated. That pain ca to define many of us, deeply.
“First it was Naphthene and Ouvis. They are only considered part of the Pantheon today because neither cared enough for what we thought to insist on being left off the roster. That was a painful rejection, from faithful companions so repulsed by what we had had to do that they couldn’t stand the very sight of us any longer. Then, Themynra, for all that she left on gentler terms. Wise, careful Themynra; had we not all been reeling so from the loss, the very fact that her conscience compelled her from the group would have warned us to change our path. And then…Khar, right after her. It was the sa way. He understood so much about the hearts of people. There was a mont, then, when the warning was clear. When the Pantheon might have turned out to be sothing very different.
“And then ca Elilial’s betrayal.” She opened her eyes, again bathing them in white light. None of them, even esie, dared make a sound. “Thousands of years of religion have twisted the narrative, inevitably. I will tell you the truth: Elilial was beloved to us as any of our number, and she only followed her conscience. What she did… She believed, earnestly, that it was right. But there was too much anger in her to simply walk away, as the others had. No, she had to turn and strike back. I can’t say whether it was purely lashing out in rage or she actually thought we had to be stopped from becoming what we were… But being under attack was sothing we knew very well. By turning on us that way, she sealed her fate, and our own.”
Salyrene shook her head slowly. Her skin, still unlit, sohow darkened further, all the highlights fading from it as if she were transitioning into a blackness that annihilated any light which dared to touch her, leaving only those glowing eyes in a moving silhouette.
“You likely don’t appreciate the truth of what Khar gave to us over the long centuries that followed. How a god, and a faith, can co to be defined by its opposition. Your Sisterhood, Trissiny Avelea, is the best example imaginable. Avei taught them justice and strategy, but by their opposition, Sorash and Shaath taught them ferocity and hard-heartedness. But Khar, and his orcs, taught them honor. In all the years that Athan’Khar and Viridill fought back and forth across that border, there was respect between them. When the Empire unleashed Magnan’s weapon… Every unit of the Silver Legions in the field, independently and without orders, turned on the Imperial legions, joined ranks with the remaining orcs, and pushed the Tiraan forces all the way out of Viridill. Given enough ti, a respected enemy can beco the closest friend you have.
“And I…” Her whole shape flickered, wavered, as though she were about to blow away. Even her eyes dimd. “I lost a friend more precious to than any. Khar was such a good soul. A teacher, a source of wisdom and comfort to all of us. Always testing and pushing at us, asking hard questions and forcing us to acknowledge our flaws and failures… But always with care, and with a smile, and the offer of a helping hand when it was needed. And then he was gone. Truly, this ti, utterly gone.”
She lowered her head to gaze down at her own palms.
“Slain, by my own Hand.”
The silence crushed the very idea of speaking up. From most of them, anyway.
“And what do you think Khar would say about you hiding in this tower for a hundred years?” Gabriel asked.
Toby threw his head back to stare at the ceiling. Schwartz turned to glare incredulously at Gabriel. Trissiny just shoved the leather palms of her gauntlets against her eyes.
“I am sorry,” Gabriel said sincerely when Salyrene’s luminous gaze fixed upon him. “Truly. If you feel the need to smite or sothing for saying it… Well, you have to do what you have to, I guess. But Schwartz is right, my Lady. You’re killing yourself, hiding away like this. There’s a new age of enchantnt unfolding out there, and the world needs your guidance more than it ever has. Your followers miss you. The other gods miss you. Avei ntioned it, and I’m pretty sure Schwartz is also right about Vesk setting this up at least partly to get your attention. It’s…it’s a whole question, whether Magnan’s cris were your fault, I wouldn’t know how to even begin answering that. But whether it is or not, you can’t just hide like this. It’s bad for the world and it’s bad for you.”
She stared down at him; he gazed earnestly back, as long as he could, before finally lowering his eyes.
“You are, indeed, exactly as you were described to , Gabriel Arquin,” Salyrene finally said. “A good heart, a keen mind, and a tongue that is always one step ahead of both.”
“Wow, is that on the nose,” he muttered.
“I suspect you are doing exactly as you were ant,” she said, now with a small smile. The light crept back into her while she spoke, that eerie blackness fading away fully until flickers of luminous design began to appear on her skin again. “Knowing Vidius and the trend of his thoughts over the last few centuries, you are just what I would expect him to call as a paladin: soone who offends and agitates people in a manner they cannot condemn. But this is all ancient history, now, and you all have your quest to return to. Unless the four of you would like to climb my Tower?”
“Thank you very much for the offer but I think we will pass,” Trissiny said firmly.
Salyrene smiled in open amusent, golden sparks dancing across her skin. “Very well. Since I perceive you neglected to arrange your own exit, I will convey you back to the point from which you started.”
“That’s extrely kind, my Lady,” said Schwartz. “And, um… I’m very sorry if we—”
“There is nothing for which you should apologize to ,” she said, glancing between him and Gabriel. “Any of you. And now, your path.”
She gestured languidly with one hand, and another swirling vortex like the portals out of those trial rooms sprang into being at her side. This ti, it widened like the rent Schwartz and Gabriel had made in reality to get to the Tower in the first place, its boundaries peeling back from the center to leave a gap surrounded by the whirl of energy. Also like the one Schwartz had made, there was only inscrutable darkness in the center.
“Well, hey!” Gabe said cheerfully, turning to Trissiny. “This is familiar. You wanna go first?”
This ti, though, nobody went first; the portal ca to them. Salyrene smiled, flicked her fingers, and a most confusing scene ensued; it wasn’t clear from looking whether the portal moved toward them or suddenly swelled to encompass the entire available space. Whatever it was, the effect only lasted a split second before the blackness swallowed them all and then receded, and then they were back in Vrin Shai.
Not quite back where they had started, however. Rather than the basent spell chamber beneath the temple, Salyrene had deposited them on the wide plaza at the very top of the city’s stairs, in front of the great temple and in full view of a stream of pilgrims making their way in and back out.
Also, she had co with them.
The abrupt arrival of four people, one in silver armor and still with a fiery (but cute) elental on her shoulder, captured everyone’s attention. The ensuing appearance of a twelve-foot-tall luminous goddess was heralded by screams and a significant percent of the onlookers trying to flee, or simply falling to their knees.
“Oh, boy,” Gabriel said, gazing around them while the Silver Legionnaires and attendant priestesses tried to restore so order, apparently less discomifted by the manifestation in their midst. “This is one of those things that’s going to have implications, isn’t it.”
“In truth,” Salyrene replied, making no effort to moderate her voice, “this is the first ti in all these thousands of years I have done such a thing. To appear, in person, uninvited, at another god of the Pantheon’s most sacred citadel is, at best, presumptuous and rude. Perhaps Avei should keep this in mind the next ti she has an urge to deposit a handful of paladins in my own innermost sanctuary. Speaking of stepping on the prerogatives of other deities, however, I have one last thing for you, children.”
As before, she held apart her hands and conjured sothing from luminous mist. Also as before, it drifted downward toward Toby, whom the goddess seed to have identified as the keeper of artifacts within their group. This one was a bottle of twisted, polished green glass which glittered like a jewel in the sunlight, an incongruously ordinary cork sealing its mouth.
“If I know Vesk, which I assure you I do,” Salyrene said while Toby carefully plucked the bottle out of the air, “there will co a mont in your adventure when all seems lost, when all the powers and skills at your disposal are not equal to the danger before you, and your salvation can only co at the sudden intervention of an unexpected ally. He can’t resist that one, it’s a classic. This ti, I am not going to let him have the satisfaction. Here is your plot device, heroes. When you are completely out of options—and not before—take the stopper from that bottle, and your help will erge.”
Holding it carefully in both hands, Toby bowed deeply to her. “Thank you, my Lady. You have been very gracious and aided us trendously. We will not forget your kindness.”
She just gave him an enigmatic little smile. Then, her expression sobering, the towering goddess tilted her head back to gaze up at the giant statue of Avei which lood over them all.
And smirked.
“Hmp,” she grunted, and exploded into a million motes of multicolored light, which drifted out like pollen on the breeze before fading away.
Slowly, Gabriel turned from the others to face the murmuring throng now staring at them. “Sooo… Who else is in favor of getting indoors? Like, quickly?”
Sister Astarian, blessedly, was as efficient as ever. Barely did they step inside the temple before she intercepted and whisked the group away out of the public eye.
“You’ve been gone almost exactly two days,” she explained while leading them through its passages. “I’m told that ti tends to be highly subjective in places like…well, that. In any case, your timing is impeccable; you have a visitor whom I think you will want to et.”
“Oh?” Trissiny asked, raising her eyebrows. “A vistor, as in soone who’s not normally attached to the Temple? I’m surprised anyone would co looking for us here.”
“Actually,” Astarian replied, giving her a sidelong glance, “quite a few people have co asking after you; this is the first who in my opinion has any claim on your ti. I’ve begun getting reports of your visit to Calderaas. You kids really do like to make waves, don’t you?”
“For the record,” said Gabriel from behind them, “Salyrene showing up here was not our idea. Frankly, even if she’d forewarned us, I can’t imagine how we might have stopped her.”
“Wait,” said Schwartz, who now had esie back on his own shoulder. “What did you do in Calderaas?”
“Oh, nothing that will ever have any consequences,” Gabriel said lightly. Toby heaved a sigh.
“Here we are,” Sister Astarian said, coming to a stop before a wooden door, which she pushed open without knocking and gestured them through. “If I acted incorrectly by bringing you to him, don’t hesitate to say so.”
They clustered inside, which was sowhat difficult as Trissiny had stopped in surprise just past the threshold. The room was an office or small study, lined with laden bookshelves and featuring comfortable couches and a heavy desk. At their entrance, its occupant turned from a shelf on the far wall, closing the book he’d been reading and giving them a broad grin.
“Why, there they are! And here I had begun to think I’d been tucked away to be forgotten.”
“Bishop Darling?” Gabriel said, blinking.
“Sweet,” Trissiny added in disbelief, “what are you doing in Vrin Shai?”
“Isn’t it obvious? Looking for you lost little ducklings, of course.” He carefully tucked the book back into place and strolled around the desk toward them. “You made quite the impression in Calderaas, kids. And then vanished so suddenly! I confess I was at a loss for a bit there, but then you were thoughtful enough to flash your wings at a minor noblewoman and a politically minded junior priestess, thus ensuring that everybody in the world who even might be curious as to your whereabouts would be able to find you in the ti it takes to send one telescroll and ride one Rail line.”
“Ah,” she said with so chagrin. “About that…”
“Yes, about that,” Sweet said, putting on a placid smile that instantly made her hackles rise. “Thorn, we all want to crash a high society party and waterboard the hostess in her own punchbowl. But we don’t actually do this, Thorn. Do you know why?”
“Well, I—”
“Because YOU ARE ABOUT TO!”
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