The Zombie Knight Saga 188 Clxxxviii. | 'O, Convalescing Companions...'

The meeting lasted a while longer after that. They discussed the restoration of Warrenhold in a bit more detail, and Madame Carthrace also told him about some of the local happenings around Gray Rock. Apparently, there had been a spike in crime during his absence--perhaps even because of his absence--and a number of prominent figures around the city had been trying to get in touch with him, the mayor of Gray Rock being among them.

Hector had no idea why the mayor would want to talk to him, and he almost didn't want to find out. Madame Carthrace and Garovel both seemed to think it was probably just a formal greeting-type-thing, but Hector didn't know if he believed that.

There was also the matter of the Rainlords. Hector asked her about how she had been handling all of them, and she rather bluntly told him that she hadn't been. For the most part, they were taking care of and keeping to themselves. Each time she'd talked to them, they had apparently been both extremely polite and very reluctant to accept aid without reimburs.e.m.e.nt.

After he heard that, Hector figured he should probably go talk to each of the families himself and concluded his meeting with Madame Carthrace. It wasn't a long walk to the outside of the Book Tower, since the office had been on the bottom floor.

'That is one sharp woman,' said Garovel privately as they made their way back toward the Tower of Night. 'If she's as trustworthy as she seems, then we're lucky to have her.'

Hector couldn't help but agree.

The gaggle of children from earlier caught up to him before he could reach the Tower of Night, and when they presented the knight figurine to him again, he was forced to answer more impossible questions like how strong he was or if he thought he could beat Dimas in a fight.

Garovel advised him to play coy, so he did. He told them that questions about strength were important secrets that he couldn't divulge.

Half the kids lost interest when he told them that and wandered off, but the other half stayed and asked him other, more innocuous questions, like about his favorite food or color or animal.

Somehow, those proved even more difficult to answer.

He lost the interest of the rest of the kids soon thereafter. It felt like most of his confidence and self-worth left with them, as well.

However, his mood improved again after he entered the Tower of Night and found the Najirs there, having breakfast. It was the first time he'd seen them all together. Asad, his wife, sister, daughter, and son. Hector remembered Imas and Jada, but the wife's and son's names were escaping him.

Wait a minute. They were having breakfast?

'Garovel, what time is it?' asked Hector.

The reaper shrugged.

Hector supposed it didn't matter much. Not having any daylight to go by was just one of the challenges of living in a giant hole in the ground.

He made his way over to the Sandlord family, who'd already taken notice of him.

They looked a bit tense, however. Perhaps because he and Garovel were watching them?

Asad spoke up first after finishing whatever he was chewing. "Hector. It is good to see you. Allow me to introduce my wife, Samira, and my son, Midhat."

"We have already met," said Samira. "Briefly."

"Yeah," said Hector with a nod. "h.e.l.lo again."

'No introductions for us?' said the reaper hovering behind Midhat.

"That is Ekkos," said Asad, "my son's reaper. Samira's is Lemirat."

'Good to meet you both. I'm Garovel.'

'Yes, we have been hearing quite a bit about you and your servant,' said Lemirat. 'This is an interesting home you have here.'

'Yeah, it's a work-in-progress,' said Garovel. 'You're welcome to stay as long as you like, though we won't be offended if you find the place a bit uncomfortable.'

'More fortress than resort,' said Lemirat. 'I cannot say it bothers me, personally. I generally find the st.u.r.diness of fortresses more pleasant.'

"I do not," said Samira with an obvious tinge of irritation. "And it would appear we have made the trip here for no reason, as well."

Asad gave his wife a look. "Samira."

She saw his face, looked toward Hector and Garovel, then turned away.

Uncomfortable silence arrived.

Garovel was the one to break it. 'You're right, Lady Najir. I must apologize. I was the one who requested that Asad send someone here ahead of us. I didn't foresee how strange our travels in the Undercrust would become. It's not everyday you get teleported back to your home country, you know. It was quite the surprise.'

The woman looked between Hector and Garovel again. "Yes, well... it is good that you returned safely. I have never been, but I have heard many tales of the perils in the Undercrust."

'Oh, indeed,' said Garovel. 'And I'm afraid it was also my idea to venture down there. I must apologize again for putting your family in harm's way.'

"Nonsense," said Asad. "We chose to go with you of our own volition. Why, I even said--"

'Yes, but you chose to do that because you are so fiercely kind,' said Garovel. 'I fear that perhaps Hector and I have taken advantage of that kindness, in some ways.'

Asad merely frowned and exchanged glances with his wife.

'If you are ever in need of our help, I hope you will allow us the opportunity to repay you for that kindness,' said Garovel. 'For the moment, however, we'll leave you in peace. Hector and I have several pressing matters we must attend to. Good day, all.'

Hector followed the reaper's lead, and they left the robed family alone. Hector had hoped to talk to Asad more about various things like Rasalased and materialization training, but he supposed there was no rush.

Hector also wanted to ask Garovel if he knew something about the Najirs that he hadn't mentioned yet, but there wasn't time. Before Hector even finished climbing the stairs up to the second floor, he encountered Horatio Blackburn.

'Ah,' said Garovel. 'Just the man we were hoping to see. Do you have a few minutes to talk?'

The flat-faced man had been descending the staircase and now began going back up it without turning around. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

'No, no,' said Garovel. 'But we would like to take stock of things. We're checking up on everyone.'

The man stopped. "You needn't worry about us."

'Well, we do anyway,' said Garovel. 'Come on. Let's find somewhere we can talk in private.'

Horatio looked reluctant, but he acquiesced nonetheless. They found a vacant room near the stairs. It was small and lacking furniture, but it would do. Hector materialized a couple chairs for them while they waited for Horatio's reaper to join them.

When she did, Hector encased the room in iron and empowered it with his soul. Apparently, this would prevent any outside reapers from overhearing what the two reapers in here were saying.

Of course, it also created a vacuum seal in the chamber, limiting the amount of breathable air left in it. That wouldn't be a big problem, but Hector was made to wonder if he would still be able to speak if there was nothing but carbon dioxide left in the room.

Garovel started things off. 'So. How are things?'

Horatio seemed almost reluctant to answer. "Things are... difficult but adequate."

Garovel's next words were private. 'Ask him something.'

'Like what?' said Hector.

'Whatever you want to know.'

Hector had expected a more direct, instructive answer. Maybe Garovel wanted him to think for himself on this. The way a lord probably should.

"...How is the Lady Nere doing?" asked Hector.

Horatio's frown deepened.

'She has not spoken in several days,' said Horatio's reaper. Her name was Yovess, as Hector recalled.

'Is there anything we can do?' said Garovel. 'Anything you need?'

'Thank you, but I do not think so,' said Yovess.

'Does she need a doctor?'

'We have one tending to her.'

'I see.'

"There's... something you should know," said Hector. In truth, it was something that he probably should have told the Blackburns a while ago now, but with everything going on, it had somehow slipped his mind. "Ibai is alive."

Horatio and Yovess both stared at him.

"How do you know that?" said Horatio.

Hmm. How to explain? The only ones he'd told about the Shards and Emiliana were the Najirs and the Elroys. Both of those families were directly involved, so it only made sense that they should know, but he supposed now that the Blackburns had just as much right to know.

So he told Horatio everything. About the Shards. About Rasalased. About being able to communicate with Emiliana. About her telling him that Ibai was with her. And about Gohvis.

Horatio and Yovess didn't seem so surprised about that last part. They'd already known that Gohvis had chased after them at Dunehall, so it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine that Gohvis hadn't allowed them to escape.

The expected question of Ibai's current location came up, and Hector had to give the disappointing answer that he didn't know, that Emiliana seemed to be refusing to tell him--likely for everyone's safety.

Horatio and Yovess fell quiet again.

Hector wondered if that news would help the Lady Nere at all. He hoped so. And he felt bad for not telling the Blackburns about this earlier. He didn't see much point in telling them that he could have told them earlier, though. That only seemed like it would p.i.s.s them off.

And justifiably so.

He wondered how he'd forgotten about it all this time. Maybe it was because he barely ever interacted with the Blackburns. They were always sequestered away from the others, never really mingling much. That was no excuse, of course, but Hector supposed it made a degree of sense, at least.

He had to be more attentive in the future, he felt. These people were hurting. Any support he could provide would be well worth the effort, but it seemed like they didn't want to ask for help at all.

It seemed that way with all the Rainlords, really. Maybe it was a pride thing.

'We spoke to Madame Carthrace about you and the other Rainlords,' said Garovel. 'She mentioned that you insisted on reimbursing us for everything while you're here.'

"That's right," said Horatio.

'While we appreciate that, it isn't necessary in the slightest,' said Garovel.

"Yes, it is," said Horatio, more strongly now. "We do not intend to be a burden."

'If we were concerned about things like that, we never would've invited you back to Warrenhold in the first place,' said Garovel.

"All the same," said Horatio, "it is a matter of honor. And we take such things very seriously."

'So we've noticed,' said Garovel.

"If it's just about not wanting to be in our debt," said Hector, "then there are other ways you could pay us back. I mean, money is nice and all, but, er..."

'It would be kind of a ha.s.sle to exchange all of your Sairi escaltos for our Atreyan troas,' said Garovel, 'especially because we'd have to come up with an official excuse for why we suddenly have a steady influx of foreign currency.'

"I... see," said Horatio.

'Plus, Hector here made a fairly large impression on the locals in Moaban, so it probably wouldn't be too difficult for someone to find out that he was in Sair while the country was in turmoil. We really shouldn't be giving anyone more dots to connect beyond that.'

'Your reasoning is sound,' said Yovess, 'but are you really suggesting that we simply stay for free? That is not something that we as Rainlords can abide, and I know that all of our kin will feel similarly.'

"Ah--like I said, if it's just about not wanting to be in our debt, then there are other ways you could help us."

'Such as?'

"Well, er--you're kinda doing it already, aren't you? It seems like a few of you guys have, uh... have taken a bit of... initiative with helping restore Warrenhold."

'Ah, yes,' said Yovess. 'However, I believe that has more to do with some among us feeling restless, not wanting to remain idle.'

"Even while you're supposed to be resting?" said Hector.

'Yes,' she said plainly.

Horatio looked briefly amused. "And perhaps you are overestimating how much rest we require. Not all of us have had to push ourselves beyond the point of absurdity."

Hector just kind of scratched his chin.

'Still,' said Garovel, 'the point remains that it would be of immense help to have a bunch of superhuman construction workers on the job. If you're willing to accept food, shelter, and our winning smiles as payment, then I think we can agree that you won't be in our debt.'

Horatio and Yovess looked at one another for a time, perhaps deliberating privately.

'Oh, and also,' added Garovel, 'this arrangement might prove useful in keeping up appearances with Leo.'

'You intend to bring him back here?' said Yovess.

"Not anytime soon," said Hector with some confidence, "but... eventually, maybe."

'But it also may not be up to us,' said Garovel. 'There's always a chance that Leo could decide to just drop in on us unannounced. It's not like Warrenhold's location is some great secret.'

Horatio and Yovess looked displeased.

'In such an event, it would be good if it looked like the Rainlords really were working for us.'

"...Some might argue that this is more than merely looking like it," said Horatio, though his expression remained neutral.

Hector met the man's gaze evenly. Somehow, it seemed like it would be disrespectful to look away. Or cowardly, perhaps.

Garovel, however, simply laughed. 'Well, if you'd like to make this a permanent solution, I can't say that Hector and I would mind. And it would certainly make the deception easier if it actually WASN'T a deception, eh?'

Horatio and Yovess did not seem to share his amus.e.m.e.nt.

But Garovel was not deterred. 'So serious. Fine. If you want to actually hear us say it, then no, we are not trying to trick all of you into working for us--or something. How would that even work, precisely?'

"...I was merely mentioning what I think some will believe," said Horatio. "I did not say that I believed it, myself."

'You must understand,' said Yovess. 'Lord Goffe's recent... accomplishments have left quite an impression on our people, particularly the younger ones. And though we know you are our allies, it is also in our nature to be... cautious.' Her hollow gaze fell upon Garovel. 'Especially when it comes to reapers. We know all too well about how manipulative our kind can be.'

Holy s.h.i.t, Hector thought. Was this gonna be yet another problem he had to worry about?

Agh...

'I understand completely,' said Garovel, sounding less jovial now. 'And I most definitely do not want there to be any ill feelings between us. I hope that if you are ever beginning to get the impression that Hector and I are trying to manipulate you, then you will give us the benefit of the doubt first and communicate your concerns to us. There are many out there who would like to do us harm, and if we allow a rift to form between us, I fear that will only make it easier for them to succeed.'

'Heh. You know just what to say, don't you?'

'Well, I've had lots of practice,' said Garovel.

Yovess shook her skull and chortled. 'Very well. We will continue to place our trust in you, for the time being.'

'Thank you. We'll do the same.'
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'And in this spirit of trust,' said Yovess, 'there is something that we should tell you.'

'Oh?'

'We have heard rumblings on this matter already. That is why Horatio said that, just now.'

'What kind of rumblings?'

"There is a concern that you may have lied to us," said Horatio.

Hector couldn't help blinking. "Lied? About what?" Oh s.h.i.t. Had he lied to them? He didn't think so, but...

"Regarding your age, specifically," said the Lord Blackburn.

Hector couldn't help blinking even more.

"Given your recent track record, some have been worried that you might be... shall we say, significantly older than you claimed to be," said Horatio.

Wait, what the f.u.c.k? They thought he might've lied about how young he was? Shouldn't it have been the opposite?

Yovess continued where her servant left off. 'A few have expressed concern that you might have been pretending to be weaker than you really are. Acting like you needed a climate suit, for instance. And now, your mother appearing to be relatively young and a non-servant.'

Oh s.h.i.t, they'd met his mother already? He hadn't even thought about how she must be handling all of these foreign visitors.

'Now, of course, if you ARE older than you say, you have every reason to keep that information private,' said Yovess, 'so it would not be terribly surprising that you would want to put on an act in front of us, and I don't think any of our kin would hold it against you.'

'This sounds like more than rumblings,' said Garovel. 'It sounds like you believe these things yourself.'

'I don't know if I do,' said Yovess. 'But it would make a degree of sense, I suppose.'

Hector wanted to intervene with a question that he doubted Garovel would ask. "Have you met my mother?"

"Briefly," said Horatio. "She seemed a curt woman."

That was one way of putting it. "But... lemme get this straight. You're saying that you think she might not actually be my mother?"

"Or that she is secretly a servant as well and far older than she appears," said Horatio.

Hector took a breath, unsure of what to make of all this new information.

'I admit,' said Yovess, 'it does seem a bit unlikely that you would go so far as to use your own mother to throw us off, but at the same time, it seems similarly unlikely that you would have fended off Melchor at Marshrock, Ivan at Dunehall, and Leo in Capaporo.'

Hector didn't know where to begin explaining--or if he even could, for that matter. "Uh..."

'Your confusion is understandable,' said Garovel, making Hector wonder what the h.e.l.l the reaper was about to say. 'The simple truth of the matter, however, is that Hector is significantly more powerful than his age would suggest. And you're right to be thinking that his age is a difficult issue for us. If word were to get out about how young he is in spite of his prowess, unwanted guests would likely come knocking on our door.'

'You are saying he is an astero?' said Yovess.

'An astero?' said Garovel. 'I'm unfamiliar with that term.'

'Ah. Forgive me. It's a old Arman term for exactly what you just described.'

'I see. In that case, yes, I suppose that is what I am saying.'

'Then there is no need to explain further,' said Yovess. 'I understand your dilemma very well. Thank you for trusting us with that information. I imagine you must have been hesitant to do so.'

Hmm.

Hector wasn't sure he followed all of that, but it sounded like it went surprisingly well.