“You thought he would return?” Cassy whispered.
“Not as concrete thought, but the man could not be trusted even in death. It was self -preservation, I guess. Elianas and I vanished soon after.”
“If my father was dead, how can Elianas claim to have been in the Throne at a time my father heard.”
Elianas murmured, “There was more than one cycle.”
She frowned. “I do not understand your meaning.”
Torrullin said, “We have to examine that another time, Cassy.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she nodded.
“Did Nemisin die of shock?” Quilla asked, unbelieving.
Torrullin grinned. “No. I merely like to think so.”
Cassy frowned. “I should have felt the destruction of fourteen sites.”
“You were dead,” Elianas said.
“Ah, and suicide darkened what I saw for a time. Yes, I understand.”
“I did not know.”
“Nobody did. Forget it.”
Quilla wagged a finger. “How much time between your death and your father’s?”
“A century, give or take.”
“How did he …? Gods, you bloody Valleur, playing with the fates.”
Cassy laughed. “Now you see why I needed the network.”
Elianas leaned in. “Cassy, how did he take you with him into stasis?”
“He shrouded the manner of my death and thus retained control. And when he knew of the network, he exercised that control.”
“Bastard,” Elianas muttered.
Torrullin paced. “The fourteen sites of Akhavar were restored to power recently, as recently as a few weeks ago. Some still require repair, though.”
“It restored the network. And it came to you,” Cassy said.
“No, it happened by chance.”
“Torrullin, chance - really?”
A beat of silence. “The keepers maintained it despite being dampened, is that right? They sensed the lesser grid?”
“Yes. It remained in situ, with less reverberation.”
“Thank Aaru. It did a lot of good.” Torrullin inclined his head, offering respect and acknowledgement.
She smiled. “Thank you. That is the first genuine compliment from you.”
“I am sorry.”
Elianas’ gaze was again unreadable.
Cassy laughed. “Your change of heart does not entirely endear you to me, Torrullin, know that.” Her amusement vanished. “You have a lot to answer for.”
His gaze was as unreadable.
Quilla decided to take it in hand. “Now we need to celebrate success, my friends. No more discussion. Cassy must be starving and you two have been like soltakin the last three days, and I too have foregone a good meal long. So, with reason for celebration, we celebrate.”
“Farinwood,” Elianas said. “Lowen probably needs perking up about now.”
“What is ‘Farinwood’?” Cassy asked.
Torrullin grinned. “A town. Amazing food, great ale.”
“And Lowen is there? Why is she not here?”
Quilla took her arm, led her away and started explaining the purposes of the Lifesource.
The two men followed.
Chapter 10
Second fiddle never sounds quite the same, does it?
~ Tattle
Valaris
Farinwood
THE INN WAS CROWDED.
All inns in Farinwood were over-full, in fact. It was Istelgor, the icy month of winter before spring thaw, and it was Farinwood’s annual ice-skating competition. People in colourful gear crowded every inn, tavern, eatery, all roads and streets, every park and bench. Skates adorned doorways, window latches and all conceivable spaces.
Laughter, shrieks and talk flowed around the aging town. There were teams from Xen, Beacon, Excelsior, Ceta, Fortani, Lax, Sanctuary, Ymir, and from Valaris and Luvanor. They competed for a trophy, no more, and thus competition was serious fun.
The frozen lake was a relatively new addition to Farinwood’s attractions, one built of necessity and then later used to entertain the youth of the town during winter, entertainment that spread like wildfire when two Xenians one day donned their skates and flew on ice. Skates became the new thing to have. Now in its tenth year, the competition went universal.
“Where is Lowen in this?” Torrullin muttered.
Lowen was not to be found and in the press of people they were soon separated. Quilla was with Cassy; she would be fine, if agog over the sights, sounds and smells.
“Let’s try the lake!” Elianas shouted over six burly men.
Torrullin waved understanding and headed that way.
Coming upon her from different angles, they found Lowen giggling with a group of females ranging in age from ten to eighty. Barring the young, the women fortified themselves against the cold with warming drinks.
She saw Elianas first and patted a space beside her. He sat, accepted a beverage, and was soon the centre of attention.
Torrullin, watching unobtrusively, smiled. Elianas seemed younger, more innocent, like to the boy he was once. Lowen’s, however, was an almost desperate gaiety. His smile slipped, looking at her.
He turned his back on Saska for this woman, and now he did the same to her for Elianas, but the precedent with Elianas existed in a time ages old.
Enchanter, where are you?
At the lake, Quilla. We found her.
This place is a madhouse.
A resounding cheer raised the noise level. A team of skaters had taken honours. Lowen looked up and saw him. Leaning over Elianas, she whispered something, and stood to make her way unsteadily to him. She almost fell into his arms, and he was disappointed when she caught her balance in time. A moment later Elianas had laughingly excused himself and followed.
“Lowen, having fun?” Torrullin murmured.
“Two days ago they started packing it in.”
“Skating competitions, angling, marathons, skiing, hiking, sailing; who would have thought Valaris would be this popular?”
Cassy and Quilla joined them, and Cassy and Lowen fell into conversation about women’s clothing and so forth.
Elianas rolled his eyes.
Quilla had a look on his face. “We will not find food here.”
“Gasmoor. It has to be quiet there,” Torrullin offered.
They headed out to a private space for transport.
Gasmoor
DESPITE THE YEARS, Gasmoor retained its formality and remained a university town.
It boasted more suburbs in the present, and yet was quiet and restful. Roads were wide and trees were old.
It also boasted the finest restaurants on Valaris.
Torrullin chose a place serving pasta and smooth red wine, and they sat around a table polished to a sheen. The owner recognised his patron and led them to a private area. The wine came swiftly, and orders were placed.
“Valaris is modernising fast,” Torrullin remarked.
“You cannot stop it,” Quilla murmured, sipping fastidiously.
“Pity.”
Quilla sighed. “I must agree with you. At least it’s not the high-tech craziness as some places have fallen into.”
The food came - pasta with tomato and herb sauce and baskets of garlic bread - and they ate with relish.
Cassy said, “This is good.”
Elianas grinned. “Not Valleur food.”
She gestured at her plate. “Better.”
Quilla was soon finished, his smaller stomach requiring less, and sat back with a satisfied sigh. “Now I feel normal.”
Torrullin grinned at him. “Never thought a birdman could love food so much.”
“Bugger off, Enchanter.”
Torrullin, smiling, ate on.
“I must go to the Dome from here. What are you four to do next?” Quilla asked.
“We have little purpose now,” Elianas said. “It feels odd.”
Quilla murmured, “This could be a time to untangle personal, um
, problems.”
Elianas made a face.
Lowen gulped at her wine.
Torrullin pushed his plate aside, declaring himself sated. He took to the wine also.
Cassy laughed. “I do not think they fancy the thought, Quilla.”
“Obviously. Idiotic.”
Torrullin changed the subject. “How fares Tristan?”
“Well. He is in his element.”
“What does the Kaval work on at the moment?”
“We concentrate on Lax. A large portion of the criminal element is routed, which required a prison complex. The Kaval accomplished it in the four years we were away. Weapons are confiscated daily, but the number lessens, thank Aaru. Axel Red, remember him? He became quite the civic leader, using his military skills to organise the clean-up of cities. New buildings rise month by month and a number of farms produce profitably.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Let us not fool ourselves,” Quilla added. “Lax requires years of aid, policing and sustainable development, and at least a generation to alter mind-set, but it is a start, yes.”
“And Ymir?”
“Better and better,” Quilla said with a smile. “We monitor continuously in the event.”
“Ymir is safe from Nemisin.”
“I know, but we shall go on watching. The exploitation of children has ceased, and some of the depravity Ymir is known for. The eye in the sky keeps them on their toes. It remains a red-light world, but rather where we know it than underground, I say.”
“True,” Torrullin murmured. He did not dare look at Elianas.
“Excelsior, by the way, has commenced full nuclear disarmament.”
“Excellent.”
Quilla was quiet, staring at Torrullin.
“And now?” Torrullin demanded.
“Enchanter, there might be something you can help us with.” Quilla tapped at the table. “Seeing Elixir himself may sort them out and you do find yourself at a loose end, do you not?”
“Yes,” Torrullin drawled.
“I think Tristan will be relieved if you take this one.”
Elianas was curious. “What is it?”
Torrullin glanced at him. “Watch out; Quilla’s casual purpose-induced missions usually hide underlying tensions we could do without.”
Elianas grinned. “I like it.”
“Thought you might,” Torrullin muttered. “Fine, Quilla, what is the problem Elixir needs deal with?”
Lowen frowned. “The mining thing, Quilla? We agreed to wait until we could concentrate on it.”
“You, Elianas and Torrullin could do it now,” Quilla said, “and Cassy can add a connection to her network there. It certainly needs one.”
Torrullin required details. “Tell us.”
Quilla was all business, sidling forward to place elbows on the table. He pushed his wine aside to make room. “Ever heard of Echolone?”
“Isn’t that where shamans are trained?” Torrullin murmured.
“Correct, although they have not much influence in the spirit world.”
“Which is why we left them to it. What has mining to do with this?”
“Prospectors recently discovered gold, which brought geologists and engineers in, and found coal seams, underground gold, and diamonds. Within a year Echolone has been overrun by miners of every persuasion and major delving has commenced.”
“So? Beacon does this all the time.”
“Beacon is involved, yes. Politicking is underway, bribing for mineral rights and concessions, and we have a host of environmentalists’ swamping the place to prevent damage to natural regions. Very tense, and about to explode. The Dome could find a solution, compromises that will not destroy Echolone as a society, or we could send the miners packing without their riches. That is not the real issue. That is background.”
Torrullin grimaced. “They found something in the rock.”
“Yes. We do not know what it is. We already made it known we do not sanction exploitation, which has sent folk to the negotiation table, and we continue to monitor. The situation remains tense, particularly regarding environmentalists …”
“Thank the gods for green junkies,” Lowen interrupted. “They frequently alert us to a problem with the environment.”
“Agreed,” Quilla said, “but they also periodically go overboard.”
Elianas loosed an exasperated sigh. “What did they find in the rock?”
Quilla grinned briefly, knowing he had their attention. “We do not know who made it, but folk act peculiarly. Erin and Shedo paid a visit and came away perplexed. Declan wanted to go in, and then there was an uprising on Lax. Tristan suggested we deal with Lax first before entering as a team to Echolone.”
“But you are concerned now,” Torrullin murmured.
“The miners found a massive, sealed, underground door. Made of steel, apparently old, and covered in glyphs.”
“Valleur?” Cassy demanded.
Quilla shook his head.
“Egyptian?” Torrullin asked.
Again Quilla shook his head. He pointed a finger at Torrullin. “It is unknown. You are thinking, so what? There are civilisations built on civilisations and cities have been rebuilt on ancient foundations - happens all the time. A door in rock is a curiosity, a matter for archaeologists, which, by the way, has added a new dimension to the tension. Archaeologists dig in, preventing further blasting. But there’s this; all those who see the door claim to have a vision after. Erin had one, and so did Shedo.”
“Erin is a priestess,” Torrullin murmured.
“Shedo has not the gift. What they saw is nothing terrible - green plains, flowers and so forth - yet it is a twist. I think you should investigate.”
“And, naturally, my presence will put every miner and exploiter on tippy-toes.”
Quilla smiled.
“Why do you say this Echolone needs a sacred site?” Cassy asked.
“Erin said there were tensions from ancient times. It may be your network is able soothe it.”
Cassy nodded. “We shall consider it carefully.”
Elianas glanced at her. “We? We are going?”
“Of course we are,” she declared.
Lowen said, “In a time when visions have ceased, this is an oddity.”
“I agree,” Torrullin murmured.
“Visions have ceased?” Quilla gasped. “When?”
“Since Void exit,” Lowen said.
“That is terrible! You must investigate this.”
“Inform Tristan we shall see it done,” Torrullin stated.
Elianas grinned.
Valaris
Menllik
CABALLA, CELEBRATED VALLEUR seer, had a small house on the outskirts of the Valleur city of Menllik.
She spent her time making it homely for Tristan, although she did not expect to see him much, for the Kaval took all of him in the present. Yet he would come and she would welcome him.
Sitting on her stone porch taking a breather from renovation, she stared south towards the Gosa Mountains, legs swinging free from a hanging seat.
Her visions had ceased. For so long she alternatively welcomed them and wished them away, and now she was lost. What worried her specifically was the vision she had of Tristan and the fair man at the Digilan portal. The Syllvan suggested she examine anew, and warn Tristan, and she could not see even the original vision.
Did it mean he was safe?
In the past doubt often took her to the Three Gates where dreams were deciphered, but the Gates had ceased in their purpose and the Valleur as a whole had stopped dreaming.
She chewed the inside of her cheek and reached a decision.
Caballa called to Torrullin.
QUILLA HAD TAKEN his leave to return to the Dome and the party of four left the restaurant when Torrullin received that call.
Caballa stopped swinging when she saw them. She rose. “That was quick.” She greeted everyone.
“We were in Gasmoor.” Torrullin pec
ked her cheek and briefly introduced Cassy. Saska, he knew, told her about Cassy.
Caballa smiled at the woman. “Welcome.”
Cassy dimpled. “Thank you.”
Torrullin glanced around. “You are fixing this cottage?”
She smiled. “What do you think?”
“Good job. For you and Tristan?”
“When we touch base, yes.”
“That will not be often.”
“We are not the kind who need constant reassurance.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“The reason I called …”
“… no more visions,” Lowen murmured.
“You too?”
“All of us,” Torrullin stated. “Since the Void.”
“The Valleur have stopped dreaming,” Caballa added.
Elianas sank into long-legged pose on the swinging seat. “We have always dreamed, always seen ahead.”
“And now Quilla tells us of a door where visions come,” Torrullin murmured. “Coincidence? I think not.” He filled Caballa in.
When he was finished, she said, “I am going with you.”
“We could use your help.”
Lowen sat beside Elianas and he rocked both of them. “Torrullin, we need a linguist,” Lowen pointed out. “No one here knows how to read what is on that door.”
“I know of no one versed in glyphs.”
“I do,” Lowen said. “Cèlaver.”
He stared at her. “They do not leave.”
Lowen shrugged. “King Priam still lives and owes both of us.” Between them, they saved the king’s life from an ambitious minister. Cèlaver was where he found her after returning from the Plane. “I’ll go. Since you and Tristamil brought the common tongue there, linguists have taken on importance. Few languages escape them now.”
“Do it.”
She inclined her head, knowing it would not be a simple task. Cèlaver was an underground civilisation because the surface was uninhabitable. Long evolution underground now meant sunlight was akin to poison, and Cèlaver was insular and isolationist.
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