Flight of the Nighthawks

by Raymond E. Feist

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  The three boys left Caleb’s room and crossed the hall to their own. Pablo Maguire had brought up a straw - stuffed pallet earlier in the evening at Caleb’s request and Zane unrolled it and put it between the two beds. Jommy flopped on it, and Tad said, “I hope that’s not too hard for you.”

  Jommy laughed. “I’ve been sleeping on stone and dirt for most of the last year, and my last bed was a hammock in a ship at sea. I haven’t seen a proper bed to call my own since my dad threw me out. This’ll suit me just fi ne.”

  Tad blew out the lantern and the room was plunged into darkness. Tad and Jommy were both quickly asleep, but Zane lay there, the image of a black - clad killer barely seen in the doorway lingering in his mind.

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  Magnus watched carefully.

  Nakor hovered over the Talnoy. Three Tsurani Great Ones also watched. “It’s nothing obvious,” said Nakor.

  “And I may be wrong, but . . .” He moved his hand over the thing’s helmet, and added, “If my idea works—”

  The Talnoy sat up. Magnus’s eyes went wide and then he smiled. “You did it.”

  Magnus was holding the ring that had previously been required to control the creature.

  Nakor said, “I think I can now devise a way to control the Talnoy without using the ring. That would be a good thing since using the ring eventually drives you mad.”

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  fit into the Tsurani magical hierarchy of the Greater and Lesser Paths.

  Most of the time, Nakor even denied that he was a practitioner of magic. Illianda didn’t seem to care what he was, as long as there were results.

  “But we still need to concern ourselves with the rogue rifts that are attracted to our world by this thing,” said Fomoine. “If we can’t establish protective wards we must return this thing to Midkemia, to divert the risk from our world. We have had another possible occurrence of a rift since you were last here. Nothing definite, but two of our brother magicians are visiting the site now to determine if such a thing did occur.”

  Nakor nodded. “I will tell Pug. He’s also attempting to understand the wards that shielded this thing from magical detection for so long.”

  Magnus said, “Perhaps we can divert whatever magical forces follow it, by removing it to Midkemia, but what if it’s already too late?”

  The three Tsurani magicians exchanged questioning looks before Savdari said, “If it is too late, then we shall have to look to our own resources to preclude an incursion into our world. If not, at least we can buy both of our worlds some time by switching the Talnoy between them? A few weeks there, then back here, then back to Midkemia?”

  “It’s possible,” said Magnus. “I’ll speak to my father tonight. I hope, however, that shuttling the Talnoy between our worlds will not prove necessary and that an effective ward will be provided soon.”

  Nakor said, “If we have to, we can move the Talnoy through the rift quickly, to Stardock and then perhaps somewhere else.”

  The three Tsurani magicians bowed. “As always, convey our respects to Milamber,” Illianda said, using Pug’s Tsurani name.

  Magnus and Nakor returned the courtesy. “I will, and as always he sends his respect to the Great Ones of Tsuranuanni.” They left the room containing the Talnoy and walked through several halls to the rift room.

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  ously any more. With the current concern over rifts from the Dasati world, Pug and the Great Ones of Tsuranuanni had thought it best to only open a rift when they most needed to.

  Magnus stood before the rift device and held out his arms, incanting the appropriate spell. Nakor watched him without comment and the younger magician went through the ritual necessary to attune the energies that would bridge the gulf between the two worlds.

  An odd buzzing filled the room for a moment, and the hairs on Nakor’s and Magnus’s arms and neck stood up, as if a lightning strike had occurred nearby. Then, a shimmering gray void appeared before the two men. They both stepped through without hesitation and suddenly they found themselves upon the island of Stardock.

  A few magicians had gathered when the rift had appeared, but upon seeing Magnus and Nakor, they nodded their greetings and departed. Magnus turned and with a wave of his hand he willed the rift out of existence. With a wry smile, he said, “My father told me he almost died trying to close the first Tsurani rift.”

  Nakor said, “I’ve heard the story. Before you become too full of yourself, just remember he had to shut down a machine created by a dozen Great Ones, and he had to have your grandfather’s help to do it.”

  Magnus shrugged. “I wasn’t comparing myself to my father, or grandfather, Nakor.” He started walking toward the beach. “I was merely remarking on . . . oh, never mind. It’s just an idle thought.”

  When they reached the edge of the lake, Magnus drew out an orb, and an instant later the two men stood at the door of Pug’s study.

  Magnus knocked and Pug’s voice answered: “Come in.”

  Nakor paused and said, “You tell your father what we’ve done and found. I’m going to go and look for Bek.”

  Magnus nodded, and Nakor took his leave.

  A few minutes later he found Bek sitting under a tree watching some students listen to Rosenvar lecture. When he saw Nakor approach, he jumped to his feet and said, “Are we leaving?”

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  accusingly, “And that thing you did in my head . . .” His expression was one of frustration verging on tears. “One of the boys insulted me and normally I would have just hit him very hard, probably in the face. And if he had gotten up, I’d have hit him again. I’d have kept on hitting him until he didn’t get up.” With an almost pained expression, Bek said, “But I couldn’t, Nakor. I couldn’t even ball my fist. He just stood there looking at me like there was something wrong with me, and there was! And then there was this pretty girl I wanted, but when she wouldn’t stop to talk to me and I tried to grab her, the same damn thing happened! I couldn’t bring my hand up to—” Bek looked as if he were on the verge of tears. “What did you do to me, Nakor?”

  Nakor put his hand on the large youngster’s shoulder and said,

  “Something I would rather not do to anyone, Bek. At least for a while, you can’t do harm to someone else except if you’re defending yourself.”

  Bek sighed. “Am I always going to be this way?”

  “No,” said Nakor. “Not if you learn to control your own impulses and anger.”

  Bek laughed. “I never get angry, Nakor. Not really.”

  Nakor motioned for Bek to sit and sat next to him. “What do you mean?”

  Bek shrugged. “Sometimes I get annoyed, and if I’m in pain I can really break things up, but I find most things either funny or not funny. People talk about love, hate, envy, and the rest of it, and I think I know what they’re talking about, but I’m not certain.

  “I mean, I’ve seen how people act around each other and I sort of remember feeling things when I was really little, like the way it felt when my mother held me. But mostly I don’t care about the same things that other people care about.” He looked at Nakor and there was almost a pleading quality to his expression. “I often thought that I was different, Nakor. Many people have told me I am.

  “And I’ve never cared about that.” He lowered his head, looking at the ground. “But this thing you’ve don
e to me, it makes me feel—”

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  girl, Nakor. I don’t like not being able to have what I want!” He looked Nakor in the face and the little gambler could see tears of frustration forming in Bek’s eyes.

  “You’ve never had anyone say no to you, have you?”

  “Sometimes, but if they do I kill them and take what I want, anyway.”

  Nakor was silent, then he thought of something. “Someone once told me a story about a man traveling in a wagon that was being chased by wolves. When the man reached the safety of a city, he found the gates closed, and while he shouted for help, the wolves overtook him and tore him to pieces. How do you feel about that tale, Ralan?”

  Bek laughed. “I’d say that was a pretty funny story! I wager he had a really amazing look on his face when those beasts caught up with him!”

  Nakor was silent, then he stood. “You wait here. I’ll be back shortly.” The Isalani walked straight to Pug’s study. He knocked, then opened the door before Pug told him to enter.

  “I need to speak with you, now,” Nakor said.

  Pug looked up from where he sat before an open window, enjoying the summer’s breeze. Magnus sat opposite him and both men studied the excited - looking Isalani. “What is it?” Pug asked.

  “That man, Ralan Bek, he is important.”

  “So you have said,” Magnus replied.

  “No, even more important than we suspected. He understands the Dasati.”

  Pug and Magnus exchanged startled expressions before Magnus asked, “Didn’t we agree not to speak of them to anyone outside our group?”

  Nakor shook his head. “I’ve told him nothing. He knows them because he is like them. I now understand how they came to be the way they are.”

  Pug sat back and said, “This sounds fascinating.”

  Nakor said, “I don’t mean I understand every detail or even exactly how it is so, but I know what has happened.”

  Pug motioned for Nakor to sit and continue.

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  sati world, we all had the same reaction. After our concern over the threat they pose, we asked ourselves how such a race came to be.

  How could a people rise, grow, and prosper without compassion, generosity, and some sense of common interest?

  “I suspect they had them once, but evil became ascendant in that world, and this man is an example of what we will all become if the same evil gains preeminence here.” Nakor paused, then stood and began to pace as if struggling to form his thoughts.

  “Bek is as the gods have made him.” He looked at the young man, who nodded. “That is what he said to me, and he is correct. And he knows that he is not as the gods made other men. But he doesn’t yet begin to understand what that means.”

  Nakor glanced around and continued, “No one in this room was made as other men are made. Each of us has been touched in one fashion or another, and because of that we are condemned to lead lives that are both uniquely wonderful and terrible.” He grinned. “Sometimes both at the same time.”

  His face resumed a thoughtful expression. “During our struggles with the agents of evil, we have pondered what purpose such evil serves many times, and the best answer we have reached is an abstract hypothesis: that without evil, there could be no good, and that our ultimate goal, for the greater benefit of all, is to achieve a balance where the evil is offset by good, thus leaving the universe in harmony.

  “But what if the harmony we seek is an illusion? What if the natural state is actually a flux, the constant struggle? Sometimes evil will predominate, and at other times good. We are caught up in the endless ebb and flow of tides that wash back and forth over our world.”

  “You paint an even bleaker picture than usual, Nakor,” Pug interrupted.

  Magnus agreed. “Your ant seige on the castle sounded more promising than being swept away on endless tides.”

  Nakor shook his head. “No, don’t you see! This shows that sometimes the balance is destroyed! Sometimes the tide sweeps away all before it.” He pointed to Bek. “He is touched by something that he doesn’t understand, but his understanding is not necessary for that thing to work its will upon him! The Dasati are not evil because they 2 1 1

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  wanted to be that way. In ages past, I’d wager that they were not unlike us. Yes, their world is alien and they live on a plane of existence that would be impossible for us to endure, but Dasati mothers loved their children once, and husbands loved their wives, and friendship and loyalty flourished ages ago. The thing we call the Nameless One is but a manifestation of something far greater, a thing not limited to this world, this universe, or even this reality. It spans—” He was lost for words. “Evil is everywhere, Pug.” Then he grinned. “But that means, so is good.”

  Nakor struck his left palm with his right fist. “We delude ourselves that we understand the scope of our decisions, but when we speak of ages, we do not understand them. The thing we fi ght has been preparing for this conflict since men were little more than beasts, and it is winning. The Dasati became what they are because evil won on their world, Pug. In that universe, what we call the Nameless One overturned the balance and it won. They are what we will become if we fail.”

  Pug sat back, his face drawn and pale. “You paint a grim picture, my friend.”

  Nakor shook his head. “No, don’t you see? All is not lost—if evil can win there”—he looked at Pug, then at Magnus, and his grin returned—“then good can win here!”

  Later, Pug and Nakor walked along the seashore, letting the warm breeze and salt spray invigorate them. “Do you remember Fantus?”

  Pug asked.

  “Kulgan’s pet firedrake that used to hang around the kitchen from time to time?”

  “I miss him,” said Pug. “It’s been five years since I last saw him, and he was very old, dying, I think. He wasn’t really a pet, more of a houseguest.” Pug looked out at the endlessly churning surf, the waves building up and rolling in to break upon the beach. “He was with Kulgan the night I first came to his hut in the woods near Crydee Castle. He was always around back then.

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  became thick as thieves. When William died, Fantus visited us less and less.”

  “Drakes are reputed to be very intelligent; perhaps he grieved?”

  “No doubt,” said Pug.

  “Why think of him now?” asked Nakor.

  Pug stopped and sat on a large rock nestled into the cliff face where the beach curved into an outcropping. To continue their walk, they would have to wade through the shallows around a headland. “I don’t know. He was charming, in a roguish sort of way. He reminded me of simpler times.”

  Nakor laughed. “During our years of friendship, Pug, I’ve heard you talk of your simpler times but I would hardly count the Riftwar, your imprisonment in Kelewan, becoming the fi rst barbarian Great One, and then ending the war”—he laughed—“and the Great Uprising, and all those other things you, Tomas, and Macros accomplished as being anything close to simple!”

  “Maybe I was just a simpler man,” said Pug, fatigue evident in his voice.

  “Hardly. I’ll accept you had a simpler understanding of things years ago. We all did, in our youth.”

  “Fantus had a capricious nature; he could be as unpredictable as a cat or as steadfast as a dog. But I think the reason that I dwell on him today is because he and William were inseparable.”

  “And you think of William?”

  “Often. And my adopted daughter, Gamina.”

  “Why this reflection now, Pug?”

  “Because my children are in harm’s way again.”

  Nakor laughed. “I know they are your sons
, Pug, but the term

  ‘children’ hardly applies to Magnus and Caleb any longer. They are not only men, but men of great resolve and strong character—men whom any father would be proud of.”

  “I know, and I do feel proud,” said Pug. “But I am fated to watch all those I love die before I do.”

  “How do you know this, Pug?”

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  more arrogant moments. As a result, I was almost killed by a powerful magical ward.”

  “I remember that,” said Nakor.

  “In the hall of Lims - Kragma, I was given a choice by the goddess.

  Only my family know of the decision I made, and then only part of it. In short, I was allowed to return and continue my work, but in exchange I must watch everyone I love die before me.”

  Nakor sat on the rock next to Pug and was silent. After a long minute, he said, “I don’t know what to say, Pug. But perhaps there is one other thing to consider.”

  “What would that be?”

  “I am older than you, and everyone I knew as a young man is also dead. Everyone. Sometimes, I remember faces yet cannot put names to them. It is the curse of being long - lived. But you might have been cursed even before you spoke to the goddess.”

  “How so?”

  “As I said, I have also outlived everyone I knew in my youth.

  My family was never much of one; my mother died before my father, but he died soon after her. It didn’t matter, for I hadn’t seen them for more than thirty years, and I didn’t have any brothers or sisters, either.” He shrugged. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t come to love people, Pug. And losing them is always painful.

  “There is an ancient Isalani blessing intoned at the birth of a baby:

  ‘Grandfather dies, father dies, son dies.’ It is a blessing because it expresses the natural order. I have never been a father so I can’t imagine what it was like to lose William and Gamina. But I remember how it affected you. I saw that. I saw what it meant for you to lose them.”