Ingvar yielded to their pleading, since they at least managed to do it without descending back into shouted insults at each other, and so the conversation was taken to a more private venue. Brother Nandu was just as happy to offer them a quiet place to hold their discussion, where Tholi and November would incidentally not be within range of any of the monks going about their business in the temple. The chamber offered was a small prayer room, with a tiny round window opposite the door which projected sunbeams onto the floor, and stone benches lining both its longer walls. It was a little cramped with four people present, but not uncomfortably so. It was, additionally, located clear on the other end of the monastery and featured thick walls and a thick wooden door doubtless intended to provide a ditating monk with silence and privacy, which coincidentally would serve just as well to shield everyone else from any yelling which broke out within.
Four people because Aspen so blithely assud she was included that nobody bothered to contradict her. Brother Nandu gently shooed away the surly monk who had t them on the road, and Rainwood accompanied them, chattering on about catching up on the news. Tholi frowned when Aspen strolled into the cell with them, and got as far as opening his mouth to comnt before Ingvar caught his eye.
“Very well,” Ingvar said as soon as he had shut the door behind them. “Here we are. Now I want to hear those explanations. Starting with you, Tholi.”
“Excuse ,” November exclaid, “but I was sent here on a divine quest, which I am sure is more important than—”
“So, nothing would happen if I just clobbered her, right?” Aspen said cheerily.
They all turned to stare at her, November going white.
“I an, if I understand what people tell about Imperial law,” the dryad continued. “How it basically doesn’t apply to . So, if I was to get tired of soone mouthing off and punched her through the wall, nothing important would actually happen, right, Ingvar?”
“Several important things would happen,” he said patiently. “To begin with, a human being would be dead, which is a serious matter as we have discussed several tis. Our hosts would be horrified, and I would hope you would not do them the discourtesy of making them clean up such a ss. Also, just because the Empire doesn’t claim dominion over dryads does not an they wouldn’t do anything if you murdered an Imperial citizen. In particular I think our own mission is better off without drawing that kind of scrutiny.”
“Ah, I see,” she said gravely. “Okay, thanks. Anyway, you were about to talk, Tholi?”
November swallowed and edged away along the bench until she was bunched into the corner. Tholi gave her an openly amused glance, but at least refrained from any active needling. That was probably the best behavior Ingvar could hope for, from either of them.
His expression quickly sobered when he turned back to Ingvar, though. “Things have been getting…strange at the lodge since you left, Brother. That’s why I ca looking for you: looking back, that’s the mont that it started getting serious.”
“Strange in what way?”
“With every passing day we feel less and less like Huntsn,” Tholi said, now frowning deeply. “At least to . And…I’ve kept my mouth shut about it, mostly, because I know I’m young to the brotherhood. And also because when I have said anything, I either get told to mind my place or brushed off because nobody has the ti to educate . That’s the thing, I rember when brother Huntsn did have the ti to educate each other. You in particular, Brother Ingvar, bopped my nose at least twice a day when I was a youngling, but you always explained. The younglings growing up now… They’re being taught to obey, not to understand. I feel like I’m the last Huntsman raised to actually grasp what being a Huntsman ans.”
“What’s happening to the lodge, Tholi?” Ingvar asked quietly.
“Well, we hardly ever see Brother Andros anymore, he’s constantly down at the Cathedral or doing sothing with the other cults. Much more than he used to, even—it feels like it goes well beyond him being Bishop. There are strangers in the lodge all the ti, Church people and others I don’t know. The Archpope keeps sending that Snowe woman with the jugs and the slimy blond Eserite around, and the both of them are wrapping Huntsn around their little fingers like… Well. At least that rabid Syrinx woman has been gotten rid of.”
“Bishop Syrinx?” Ingvar said, raising his eyebrows. “Not that I’m surprised, but what happened to her?”
Tholi sneered contemptuously. “Apparently even the Avenists had enough of her. The way I heard, it ca out that she was molesting Legionnaires. The Hand of Avei herself ca to Tiraas and whipped the shit out of her right in the middle of Imperial Square, and good on her for it, I say.”
November was practically shaking with so repressed emotion; Ingvar gave her a level look, concluded that she was continuing to repress it, and opted to leave well enough alone. “Interesting. Well, go on. The Church is ddling in the lodge?”
“It’s worse than that,” Tholi said, frowning again as his thoughts returned to the matter. “n are coming and going in a way I don’t like. Huntsn do less hunting now, rites have beco more and more infrequent and they keep being sent to do things with other cults, and on secretive missions…”
“What kind of missions?”
“Don’t know.” Tholi shook his head, looking frustrated. “I guess I’m too young. And also I haven’t been happy about the way things are shaping up; that probably contributed to being cut out. But the Huntsn in Tiraas are becoming agents of the Archpope’s agenda. Like, brazenly. It feels like Justinian leads us as much as Veisroi does. The Grandmaster had already sent away every Huntsman from the lodge who might challenge him for the weakness and brought in n from other lodges who’ll support him. You saw that happening when you were still around, Brother.”
“I do rember the trend,” Ingvar murmured. “I trusted the Grandmaster to have a plan and the good of the Huntsn in mind, though, and Brother Andros to check him if he went too far.”
“Well, I think your trust may have been misplaced, Brother Ingvar,” Tholi said grimly. “Since you left it’s been getting worse. Veisroi has moved on to chasing away anybody who raises a voice to protest what’s happening, and surrounded himself with bootlickers. n who like power, and politics, and see following him and the Archpope as a way to get them. And Brother Andros hasn’t said or done a thing about it. I wasn’t close enough to know why—he might be fully behind the Grandmaster, or maybe Veisroi and Justinian just keep him too occupied to protest. Either would explain him being gone all the ti. When I left… Well, I was starting to get pretty firm hints that I’d be better off moving to a different lodge, anyway.”
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“I see,” said Ingvar, frowning. “I’m sorry, Tholi. You deserved better than that. It doesn’t explain why you are here, though, or how you knew I would be.”
Tholi’s expression brightened. “I was led here, Brother! I heard that before you set off on your vision quest, you started to have dreams telling you to go, right?” He paused just long enough for Ingvar to nod in confirmation before pressing on. “Well, I have too! I…honestly tried to ignore it for months. I’ve never thought of myself as so kind of spirit-speaker—I just wanted to embrace the wild and hunt alongside my brothers. You know, find a good wife, provide for a family. A simple life, that’s what I felt I was heading toward. But every night I had these dreams, too vivid and always clearly rembered when I woke up. They didn’t feel natural. I kept seeing…” He hesitated, glancing at the window. “…guides. Birds leading west. Sotis they talked, and told to find you. When I started to see wolves as well, always urging west, and the n at the lodge were starting to freeze out anyway, I gave up and left. I guess sotis the spirits don’t care if you’re not attuned to them. If they have a task for you, they won’t let up until you get off your butt and do it.”
“I can relate to that,” Ingvar said wryly.
“And I was right!” Tholi unconsciously gripped his bow in both hands, gazing avidly at Ingvar now. “I found you, Brother! The spirits led here, to so backwater at the ass end of N’Jendo where there’s no reason I could’ve expected to find you and you didn’t even know you were going to be. It has to an sothing! Doesn’t it?”
“Isn’t that kind of exactly what happened to you, Ingvar?” Aspen prompted.
“Kind of exactly,” Ingvar agreed. “Well, who knew. All right, November, you’ve been patient. What’s your story?”
“As I told you,” she burst out with a sudden force that suggested she had been struggling to contain herself while Tholi talked, “I was sent here on a direct mission from Avei herself!”
“Avei,” Ingvar said, not troubling to disguise his skepticism. “The goddess personally told you to co find ?”
“Well, she also ended up here, after all,” Tholi said sowhat grudgingly. “Not that I think much of this brat, but that’s obviously…not insignificant.”
“Oh, you’re right about that,” said Ingvar, still studying November thoughtfully. “I’m just trying to make sense of it. Gods rarely reach out to people in person. I doubt if anybody but Trissiny Avelea and Farzida Rouvad have heard directly from Avei in the last decade.”
“Well, I can assure you I did,” November snapped. “It’s not the sort of experience I could be mistaken about. Furthermore, Professor Tellwyrn herself validated my quest and gave the sester off for this. Whatever else you may think about Tellwyrn, she knows the gods as well as anyone does.”
“I do have a lot of respect for Tellwyrn,” Ingvar acknowledged. “A very impressive woman, and more sly than she likes to appear.”
Tholi shrugged. “I guess the girl’s a priestess of Avei, after all. And clearly sothing is going on that’s getting the attention of gods and spirits.”
“She’s not a priestess of Avei,” Aspen said.
“What?” Tholi frowned at her. “No, I saw her using divine light, she’s definitely a priestess.”
November opened her mouth, but Aspen blithely chattered over her. “No, I’ve been sitting here rembering. I pretty much forgot all about November after we left Last Rock because she wasn’t all that important to , but I do rember Juniper talking about her while we were there. She’s an Avenist and kind of a bitch about it, but not a priestess—she’s a mutant.”
“Now, just a minute!” November burst out.
“A…mutant?” Tholi frowned quizzically.
“Yeah, she’s a whatchamacallit, an anomaly. She can use divine magic without a god’s help, like a dwarf. Juniper also said most of her classmates find her annoying, she’s in love with Trissiny Avelea, and is pretty diocre in bed.”
November went scarlet and began physically shaking. Tholi impressed Ingvar by not overtly piling mockery on the young woman’s humiliation, though clearly his discretion had improved only a little since they had last t. The young Huntsman turned his back, but either couldn’t or didn’t bother to stifle the shaking of his shoulders.
“Aspen,” Ingvar said flatly, “we have talked about this. People have the right to privacy, especially with regard to romantic and sexual matters. The fact that you can sense things they’d rather keep quiet ans you have a responsibility to keep such knowledge to yourself. I know your sister Juniper understands and practices this; there is no reason you can’t.”
“Right,” she said with a sigh. “Sorry, Ingvar.”
“Don’t apologize to ,” he ordered. “I’m not the one you offended.”
“Oh, okay then.”
Aspen smiled brightly, placing her hands demurely in her lap, and looked deliberately innocent.
He stared her down. “Aspen.”
“Oh, all right,” the dryad said with poor grace. “Sorry, November, that was rude of . I won’t do it again.”
November answered with the red-faced silence of soone who did not trust her own voice.
“Tholi, act your age,” Ingvar said disapprovingly. “Laughing at soone else’s misfortune is childish and unbecoming a Huntsman of Shaath. Putting all that nonsense aside, Ms. Stark, what was it exactly that Avei ordered you to do?”
“To find you.” November was still red-faced and trembling, but clearly grateful for the change of subject. “Avei said… She said that you are undertaking an important quest, Huntsman Ingvar, sothing that greatly concerns the entire Pantheon, and that you would need help. She commanded to find you and help you in any way you need, and told to co to this location to et you.”
“Avei said that,” Ingvar muttered. “That’s… I’m not questioning your word, November. After all, if you were lying or wrong I don’t see how you could have ended up here, looking for . But it’s a lot to take in.”
“For , too,” she mumbled.
“Hey, Tholi,” Aspen said suddenly. Ingvar looked up to find the dryad staring at Tholi with an almost predatory interest and Tholi himself looking uncomfortable and shifty. “You said you dread about birds leading you here, right?”
“Uh, yes.”
“What birds, exactly?”
He shrugged. “You know, just birds…”
“Yes, but what kind?”
“Crows.” Tholi glanced over at November, then finally t Ingvar’s eyes, and finished with visible reluctance. “And… A golden eagle. I didn’t… That is, at the ti, I didn’t think it could possibly… Well, a bird is a bird, and dreams are just… Brother Ingvar, what is going on?”
Ingvar stepped over to the window, staring at the mountain beyond. “First this…frankly incredible quest. This whole ti I’ve been thinking there was no way I could do this, just because it would require a kind of shift from within the Huntsn that… And yet, it sounds like the Huntsn are already suffering the beginnings of what could beco a schism if it isn’t nded. And now… Now, another god of the Pantheon takes an interest. The absolute last one I would have expected. Well.”
He turned around to face them, nodding once. “Very well. You two are not the help I would have summoned for this task. Then again, if I’d been the one handing out cosmic assignnts, I would not have nominated for it, either. We must trust that the gods know sothing we don’t.”
“Of course they do,” Aspen said reasonably. “They’re gods.”
“Gods are creatures with agendas,” Tholi added, “just like anyone. I’m not so sure I like the sound of running around doing Avei’s bidding.”
“I’m pretty sure Avei doesn’t want you trying to do her bidding, either,” November sneered.
“Are you?” Ingvar shook his head. “You may both feel differently once you hear what is actually happening. All right, where to begin…”
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