Outcast Chronicles - Sanctuary Part 67

*Of course. The plan is mine. But the causare needs seconds. I've offered Saskeyne the role of hand-of-force. I'm offering you the chance to serve as my voice-of-reason.'

Hueryx nodded slowly. *It just might work.'

*So I'll see you there on the wharf?'

*You'll see me there.'

Dretsun nodded and left. The taint of his aggressive gift seemed to linger on the air after him.

Hueryx and his inner circle sprang to their feet, some protesting that the all-father had not consulted them, others insisting they did not trust Dretsun. The elderly gift-tutor and historian advised caution.

As they argued, Hueryx beckoned Saskar. *Did he seek out Tobazim before me?'

*No. He came straight to you.'

*Go now and see if he's gone to Tobazim or left the ship.'

Aravelle put the spiced wine chest away and removed the pot from the brazier. There had been no time to prepare it, let alone serve it.

Everything felt unreal. She could not believe Hueryx would do this. She felt personally betrayed by him, as if turning on Imoshen meant he was turning on her.

She realised in a horrible moment of clarity that she loved her T'En father. When had he slipped under her guard?

It didn't matter. He was going to betray the causare and everything she'd worked for.

A familiar knock sounded on the door.

*That'll be Charsoria, here to give her report,' Hueryx said. *Answer the door, Vella.' He caught her hand and kissed her forehead. *Don't look so worried. Go below and say nothing.'

The last time he had told her not to worry, he'd meant for her to kill the children.

When she opened the door to Charsoria, Hueryx dismissed the all-father's-voice, saying, *We'll speak tomorrow, when we know what's going on. Take Vella below with you now.'

Aravelle could tell Charsoria was annoyed with the all-father for cancelling their meeting. When they reached the cabin, Charsoria gestured. *Since you're with us, you can help Nariska put the children to bed.'

So Aravelle was stuck singing nursery rhymes, while above her Hueryx planned a brotherhood uprising.

Someone should warn the sisterhoods. Someone should...

She should do it. There wasn't anyone else. She'd always been a good swimmer, and it wasn't far to the causare's ship. It didn't matter if her heart was breaking. She had to betray her T'En father for the greater good.

THE STONE WAS dry, warm and dusty under Sorne's bare feet as he followed Imoshen and Ardonyx up the shallow steps. They paused in the shadowed archway of the Font of Knowledge.

There was no *font' as such, and no lanterns. The large moon had yet to rise high enough to shine into the courtyard. The pale paving stones glowed softly, illuminated by the small moon and the stars.

On the far side, seven kneeling figures formed a semi-circle. An eighth figure lay face-down in the centre, swathed in long white robes.

Imoshen shivered, and Sorne felt her gift rise and Ardonyx's respond. They knelt and gave the deep obeisance.

Imoshen greeted their hosts in Sagorese. *The causare thanks the Sagora Seven for agreeing to see us.'

Although the night was cool, the stone was still warm from the day. Sorne felt the warmth seep into him. He took out his scriber, ink and paper board. He wasn't sure how he could write anything but chicken scrawl in the semi-dark. Sorne knew the two T'En would have gift-enhanced their sight to make the most of the slight glow coming off the white stone, but he did not have that advantage. He had expected there to be a table and lamps.

No one spoke.

The Sagora Seven all wore masks in place of veils, leaving only their mouths visible and, with their hands tucked under their formal robes, they gave nothing away. Sorne wondered if Imoshen could still read them.

She waited.

Not one of the Sagora Seven spoke.

Last night he had met the Sagoras representing Houses, Pavoii, Felinii and Vulpii. Tonight there were four more Sagoras, two wearing masks based on birds, the third a fox and the fourth a crested mountain bear.

In front of the Sagoras, in the centre of the courtyard, the figure continued to lie face-down on the stones, arms extended, head towards the Sagora leaders. Whoever it was, they appeared to be bald. Perhaps they were one of the mysterious Sensitives Imoshen had mentioned.

*I am the causare,' Imoshen started again, this time speaking Chalcedonian. *This is my a.s.sistant, Voice-of-reason Ardonyx, and Amba.s.sador Sorne. He'll take notes of our discussion in the Chalcedonian tongue, so there can be no misunderstandings.'

Her words hung in the courtyard as she waited for them to respond.

Then the p.r.o.ne figure came to their knees, bowed and stood. Graceful as a willow, the stranger danced to music only he a" or she a" could hear, long triangular sleeves swirling around, hands obscured, hairless head gleaming in the starlight. The figure's eyes were in shadow, and their face was mask-like in its beauty and stillness.

As their arms lifted, the large moon crested the wall and a finger of silver light struck the white-robed figure.

She, or he, dropped.

The moonlight hit Sorne and the two T'En in the face. For a heartbeat he was blinded. He felt both Imoshen and Ardonyx's gifts rise.

When he could see again, Sorne realised the courtyard's white stone was inlaid with silver, reflecting the moons' light. The three of them had been placed so that they were fully illuminated, while the Sagoras, on the far side of the courtyard, remained in shadow.

Subtle and secretive, the Sagoras lived up to their reputation.

The robed figure rose with exquisite grace. Sorne was convinced this was a Sensitive. How could they blind and geld one of their own people?

The figure glided towards Imoshen. As the Sensitive approached, Sorne realised the dancer's eyes were shadowed because they were empty. His stomach turned in revulsion.

Without warning, the Sensitive seized Imoshen's arm, then released her just as swiftly, and backed away.

*The causare thinks us barbarians,' the Sensitive announced in T'En, voice revealing he was male.

*I deplore the maiming of healthy males,' Imoshen said. *And I deplore the wilful blinding of perfectly good eyes.'

*Ah, but you don't know what I can see,' the Sensitive crooned.

*I believe one should respect the customs of others,' Imoshen said. *Amongst the T'En only those we trust have the right to touch us.'

*Apologies, causare. Our Sensitive is young and he "seeks stature," as you would say,' the raven-masked Sagora said.

Imoshen inclined her head. *And your name?'

*I am House Hrafnii,' he answered.

The Sensitive retreated to kneel behind the Sagoras. He tilted his head and sniffed the air every now and then in a manner that was not quite human.

*When we said we would meet you, causare, we did not expect you to arrive with all your people. The invitation was for you alone,' Felinii said. *Why did you not come to negotiate when you first received our reply?'

*I was in Port Sorvernia with my fleet when I received your invitation,' Imoshen said.

*Not this invitation. The first one.'

*This is the only invitation I have received.'

*So you have come to us,' Pavoii said, *seeking sanctuary.'

Sorne could tell Imoshen didn't like her tone.

*As you came here over three hundred years ago seeking asylum,' Imoshen said.

Sorne had the impression that the Sagoras stiffened under their robes and masks.

*In your original message, you spoke of offering knowledge,' Hrafnii said.

*In exchange for sanctuary. It is said the Sagoras value knowledge above all else.'

*We do. But we also know the value of knowledge,' Pavoii said. *In exchange for sanctuary, we ask that you train three of our Sensitives to operate on the higher plane.'

It all fell into place. The Sagoras had knowledge of all things except the higher plane, and this was a source of power. Their Sensitives might have a little innate power, but a little was never enough, when someone else always had more.

*The higher plane is dangerous.' Imoshen spoke slowly, as though choosing her words with care. *What you ask could kill your people.'

*It's true. I lost my brother to the higher plane.' Sorne gestured to his face. *And the night I lost this eye, four Mieren died. Over the years, I've lost count of the number of Mieren who have been killed because they thought they could manipulate stolen power.'

*Our Sensitives are more than Mieren,' Pavoii said. *This one just read the mind of a T'En.'

*A market-day trick, compared with gift-working on the higher plane,' Imoshen said.

*Then you refuse?' The Sagora in the crested bear mask was terse.

*We did not say that,' Ardonyx said smoothly. *Even the T'En cannot operate on the higher plane without training. We train for twenty years, yet we still lose some to the dangers of the empyrean plane.'

*Just a few days ago,' Imoshen's voice was raw with remembered pain, *we lost Gift-tutor Sarodyti, when a"'

*Are you saying it would take twenty years to train our Sensitives?' Felinii asked, her voice neutral.

*Would you hand a naked flame to a child and turn them loose in a hayfield?' Ardonyx countered.

*I would give them a lantern, that they would find their way.'

*What if the lantern attracted beasts, which hungered for the light?' Ardonyx asked.

Sorne nodded; he had been about to bring up the predators.

*We know about the predators of the higher plane,' Felinii said. *Our Sensitives have a"'

*Been taken,' Sorne guessed.

Imoshen let her breath out in a long exhale. *I agree. We'll teach them. No one should venture onto the higher plane unprepared.'

RONNYN HEARD SOMEONE shouting his name out on the mid-deck. He glanced to Sardeon, and they both ran out, to find everything shrouded in fog and Aravelle being restrained by two of the night-watch. She looked like a drowned rat, teeth chattering as she insisted she had to see him.

*What's wrong, Vella?' He ran to her side, fearing the worst. *Did they a"'

*No.' Aravelle reached for him.

Cerafeoni separated them. *Ronnyn, I know you grew up with your Malaunje kin, but you can't a.s.sociate with them now. And besides, we can't have brotherhood Malaunje creeping onto our ship. This is sisterhood territory.'

A crowd had gathered and Ronnyn could hear the empowered lads snickering. He felt a stab of annoyance with Aravelle. She looked ridiculous, being held off the ground by two of Cerafeoni's warriors, all dripping and bedraggled. She made him look ridiculous. Then he was ashamed of himself for thinking this.

Aravelle glared at the snickering empowered lads. *I've come to warn you about the brotherhood uprising. Perhaps I shouldn't have bothered!'

Cerafeoni took a step closer and tilted Aravelle's chin so she could see her face. *This is not something to joke about.'

*I know. I serve in All-father Hueryx's cabin. Dretsun came to see him tonight. They a"'

*Send for Egrayne and Kiane,' Reoden said, as she pushed through the crowd. *Everyone else inside. This is all-mother business.'

The empowered lads grumbled. Ronnyn planted his feet; he wasn't leaving. Sardeon went inside, only to return a moment later with a blanket for Aravelle. By then, Imoshen's voice-of-reason and hand-of-force had joined them in the circle of light cast by the lantern. The fog was so thick he could not see beyond the next mast.

*So what's this about a brotherhood uprising?' Egrayne asked.

And Aravelle told them about Dretsun's meeting with All-father Hueryx.

*...and if you don't hurry, you'll be too late to save Imoshen.'

Chapter Forty-Nine.

AS IMOSHEN TRAVELLED down the road to the port, the carriage was swallowed by fog. She was filled with the conviction she could not have done other than she had. To leave the Sagorese Sensitives vulnerable to the empyrean predators was wrong.

*And besides,' she said, although they hadn't been speaking. *If our people are to stay here, we can't have Sensitives unleashing predators and leaving it up to our gift-warriors to risk their lives to make this plane safe.'

*The fact that the Sagorese Sensitives are already in contact with the higher plane changes everything,' Ardonyx said. *Dretsun and the others will understand.'

The carriage came to a stop, and they climbed out into a world of mist. They could not see more than a body length in front of them.