Wrath Of A Mad God Part 4

'I know,' said Nakor. 'I think Ralan Bek contains a tiny fragment of the Nameless One.'

Macros pondered this and then said, 'In my dealings with the G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses I have come to understand a little of both their abilities and their limitations. What do you know?'

Nakor glanced at Pug.

'We believe that the G.o.ds are natural beings, defined in many ways by the form of human worship. If we believe the G.o.d of fire to be a warrior with torches, he becomes that,' Pug answered.

'Just so,' said Macros. 'Yet if another nation sees that being as a woman with flames for hair, then that is what the deity becomes.' He looked from face to face. 'In ancient days, the Dasati had a G.o.d or G.o.ddess for almost every aspect of nature you can imagine. There were the obvious major G.o.ds: the G.o.d of fire, death, air, nature, and the rest of it even a G.o.d and G.o.ddess of love or at least the fundamental male and female urge to create offspring. But there were also so many minor G.o.ds it would give a scholar a throbbing head just to catalogue them.

'There was the G.o.ddess of the hearth, and the G.o.d of trees, and the G.o.d of water was served in turn by the G.o.d of the sea, and another G.o.d of rivers, a G.o.ddess of waves, and another for rain. There was a G.o.d for travel, and another for builders, yet another for those who laboured under the ground in mines. As I understand it, there were shrines at every street corner and along the roads, and votive offerings were placed upon them by a worshipful populace who dutifully attended the prescribed public worships, festivals, and dedications.' He took a deep breath. 'The Dasati were a race of believers who also had a sense of duty that would shame a Tsurani temple nun. They created a pantheon of thousands of G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses, and every one had their appointed day of celebration, even if that consisted only of laying a flower on an altar, or hoisting a drink in a tavern in the G.o.d's name.

'It is important to remember that these G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses were as real as any you've encountered in Midkemia, even if their realms were minute. They had a spark of the divine within them, even if their mandate was only to ensure lovely flowers in the field each spring.'

Of Pug, he asked, 'What have you learned about the Chaos Wars since we last met?'

'Little. Tomas has a few more of Ashen-Shugar's memories to draw upon, and I've found an odd volume or two of myth and legend. But little substantial.'

'Then listen,' said Macros. He looked directly at Nakor. 'The truth.'

Nakor nodded once, emphatically, but said nothing.

Macros began. 'Before humanity came to Midkemia there were ancient races, several of which you know about, such as the Valheru, rulers of that world and masters of the dragons and elves. But other races existed as well, their names and nature lost before the dawn of human memory.

'There was a race of flyers who soared above the highest peaks, and a race of beings living below the oceans depths. Peaceful or warlike, we will never know, for they were destroyed by the Valheru.

'But above all others rose two beings: Rathar, Lord of Order, and Mythar, Lord of Chaos. These were the two Blind G.o.ds of the Beginning. The very fabric of the universe around them was their province, and Rathar weaved the threads of s.p.a.ce and time into order, while Mythar tore them asunder, only to have Rathar reweave them, over and over.

'Ages past, Midkemia was a world in balance, the hub of that particular region of s.p.a.ce and time, and all was well, more or less.'

Nakor grinned. 'If you were a being of incredible power.'

'Yes, it was not a good time to be weak, for it was rule by might and no hint of justice or mercy existed,' responded Macros. 'The Valheru were far more an expression of that epoch than they were evil; it can even be argued that good and evil were meaningless concepts during that time.

'But something changed. The order of the universe shifted. More than anything I wished to know the reason for this shift, yet it is lost in time. A fundamental reordering of things took place it's impossible to say what the scale of time involved was, but to the races living on Midkemia at the time the result of that reordering seemed abrupt. Vast rifts in s.p.a.ce and time appeared, seemingly from nowhere, and suddenly beings unknown on Midkemia entered the world: humanity, dwarves, giants, goblins, trolls and others as well. And races that came but did not endure, as well.

'For years a war raged across the universe, and we mere humans...' He stopped and laughed softly. 'You mere humans could only apprehend the tiniest part of it. What we know is legend, myth, and fable. Shreds of history may be enmeshed in them, but no one will really know the truth of it.' mere humans could only apprehend the tiniest part of it. What we know is legend, myth, and fable. Shreds of history may be enmeshed in them, but no one will really know the truth of it.'

Nakor laughed. 'For a man who can travel in time, you had a simple enough means to discover that truth.'

Macros grinned. 'You would think so, wouldn't you? But the truth is I do not have the ability to travel in time, at least not in the fashion you'd imagine.' Looking at Pug, he said, 'I remember when you and Tomas came to find me in the Garden, at the edge of the City Forever.'

Pug remembered. It had been his first encounter with the Hall of Worlds.

'Had I the ability to travel in time, I never would have permitted the trap sprung by the Pantathian Serpent Priests to fling us backwards through time.'

'Yet you instructed me how to accelerate its unfolding many times, until we reached a point at which time was meaningless,' observed Pug.

'True, and while I lacked your your talents in that regard, I also lacked the skills to manipulate time as the Pantathians had.' talents in that regard, I also lacked the skills to manipulate time as the Pantathians had.'

'In all our encounters with the Serpent Priests,' said Pug, 'we found them clever, but hardly brilliant, dangerous in numbers, but never individually.' He mused for a moment, then added, 'I never considered that the time trap was actually a spell of majestic complexity and required skills beyond their abilities. At least one of those priests was inspired.'

'All things return to the Nameless One,' said Nakor. 'As he has touched Leso Varen, he must have so done with a Pantathian high priest. There was your inspired genius.'

Macros waved his hand. 'Yes. Had they all had that level of talent, the war would have turned out very different, but other than that one savant, they were always a nuisance at most-'

'Nuisance?' interrupted Pug. 'Tens of thousands died over the course of two wars because of that nuisance nuisance.'

'You mistake my meaning,' said Macros. 'They created chaos, but as Nakor observed, it was the Nameless One at the root of it all.'

Macros stood and walked a pace, turned and said, 'There is so much to tell, and it's difficult to know where to begin.' He glanced from face to face. 'Should a question occur to you, perhaps it were best if you leave off asking until I make this following point.' He waved his hand in the air, and a globe appeared, an illusion that Pug instantly recognized, for he had used such things to teach students at the a.s.sembly on Kelewan, the Academy at Stardock, and upon Sorcerer's Isle.

'Consider this globe to be all that can exist,' said Macros. 'Surrounded by the void, it represents all of what we comprehend.' He waved his hand and the globe was now banded with shades of grey, from a nearly black band at the bottom to an off-white one at the top. 'Each layer represents a plane of reality, with the centremost one being our own... your your own,' he corrected himself. 'As you noticed on Kosridi, it's a physical match for Midkemia, as this world is a match for Kelewan.' own,' he corrected himself. 'As you noticed on Kosridi, it's a physical match for Midkemia, as this world is a match for Kelewan.'

'Kelewan,' said Pug. 'I had no inkling.'

Macros nodded. 'You sit within a garden that is roughly in the middle of the great hall in the Emperor's palace in the Holy City of Kentosani, if I remember my Tsurani geography. There's an affinity between physical creations that I do not pretend to understand it can even be argued that there is but only one physical expression and that the planes are overlays, spiritual realms that actually exist in the same s.p.a.ce. It's all very difficult and borders on the abstract debates ordinarily suitable only for students of natural philosophy. But I can appreciate your not recognizing Omadrabar being a.n.a.logous to Kelewan, because this world has been occupied by the Dasati a great deal longer than Kelewan has been home to humanity.

'Were you to rise up to a great height, you would find that while the seas would look familiar far more of this world is covered by construction.' He paused. 'Did you know that given the manner in which the Dasati farm, they've been forced to include gigantic farming enclaves within the cities, so they can feed the populace?'

Macros shrugged. 'Enough digression. These levels or planes of reality have been stable for... well, I guess since the dawn of time and as you see them.' He waved his hand, and suddenly there appeared a distortion, as if someone had stuck a long needle through the sphere from the bottom, pushing a small part of each layer upward, until it intersected the layer above. 'Then came something I can only call the Disturbance.'

Pug glanced at his companions, but said nothing.

Macros continued. 'Like the cause of the upheaval that brought humanity to Midkemia, we'll never know the cause of the Disturbance.'

Nakor grinned. 'Are they the same?'

Macros frowned like an annoyed schoolteacher. 'If you find out, please let me know. This Disturbance is an... imbalance, a pressure upwards from the lowest to the highest realm of reality. Just as the Dasati are attempting to manifest themselves into our... your your realm, so are creatures from the third realm attempting to rise up into this one.' realm, so are creatures from the third realm attempting to rise up into this one.'

'You're describing a cataclysm of unprecedented scope,' whispered Pug.

Macros nodded. 'Yes, my friend. The entire fabric of the universe is being rent apart, and we must stop it before it gets worse.'

'How?' asked Magnus quietly.

Macros sighed, a very human sound coming from a Dasati. 'I have no real knowledge, just intuition, and even that is... not compelling.' He waved his hand and the conjured sphere vanished. 'The Chaos Wars appeared to have been an attempt at reordering the balances within the entirety of reality, from the highest to the lowest plane. We can only speculate on what occurred in the other realms of reality, but I suspect balance was restored, else the crisis we face would be even more catastrophic. We've had no evidence of any interaction between your native realm, the one I used to live in as well, and the one above it, the first heaven.'

'Because the Nameless One is imprisoned?' suggested Nakor.

'Most likely,' said Macros. 'So, the chaos comes from the lower realms. His Darkness, the Dark G.o.d of the Dasati, is so powerful in his supremacy that whatever incursions from below threatened this plane have almost certainly been dealt with.'

'If I might ask a question?' inquired Magnus.

'What?' asked his grandfather, barely hiding his impatience at the interruption.

'Why here? Why Kelewan and Midkemia?'

Macros paused, then said, 'Not a bad question.' He smiled. 'I suspect there must be a locus somewhere, or loci, where the incursions from one realm to the next manifest first, a.n.a.logous to the first Tsurani rift into Midkemia, in the Grey Towers Mountains.

'Remember, the G.o.ds of each realm are local expressions of a much vaster ent.i.ty, spanning universes. The Nameless One is a manifestation of evil on an unimaginable scale, one that spans the entirety of the universe within which Midkemia resides, a universe of billions of worlds, with countless creatures on them, mult.i.tudes having visions of that evil, giving it a legion of guises. Yet, we can a.s.sume with some degree of certainty that just as the Nameless One was confined in Midkemia, so he was in many other places, the result of the conflict which seemed to centre on that world.

'I expect the further one travelled from Midkemia, the less likely it would be that the history of the Chaos Wars remained unchanged. Remember the sphere? If you were at the extremities the ordering of the planes of existence seemed normal, unchanged. Yet if you were at the point of the incursion, you would be amidst chaos.'

'You build a persuasive argument,' said Pug. 'But what I wish to know is how this applies to us, finding ourselves here?'

Macros nodded and smiled. 'To the heart of the matter.' He looked directly into Pug's eyes. 'The Nameless One is confined, but as you have witnessed, not without influence, even some power, albeit limited by the other surviving Greater G.o.ds, the Controllers.

'He doesn't appreciate the incursion from 'below' by the Dark G.o.d of the Dasati. As much as possible, he's working in concert with the other G.o.ds of Midkemia to restore the proper order of things.'

'We're working on behalf of the Nameless One?' asked Nakor.

'In a manner of speaking, yes,' replied Macros. 'It is my belief that ultimately we all play a part in the Nameless One's plans.'

'That plan being?' asked Nakor.

Macros's expression became grimmer than before. 'I believe we are seeing a struggle between G.o.ds, my friends. And I believe in some fashion we are weapons.'

'Weapons?' echoed Magnus. 'We are just three magicians and a... ?' He glanced at Nakor.

'Bek may be a weapon. There is little about him that is natural.'

'There is a prophecy,' said Macros. 'A Dasati lord will rebel against the TeKarana, and prepare the way for the G.o.d Killer.'

Pug said, 'You think Bek...'

'Is the weapon,' said Nakor. 'It is almost certain.'

'What I don't know is if he is the the weapon.' Macros coughed, fighting back the impulse even as Pug saw his chest tighten and the spasm hit him. When he finished, he said, 'Even the lowest of the low would attack me if they saw such an overt sign of weakness.' weapon.' Macros coughed, fighting back the impulse even as Pug saw his chest tighten and the spasm hit him. When he finished, he said, 'Even the lowest of the low would attack me if they saw such an overt sign of weakness.'

A servant hurried in, and moments later a warrior in the garb of the Sadharin followed. 'Master,' said the servant. 'Something-'

The soldier interrupted. 'Word from Martuch. You must flee. Within the hour the announcement will come from the Palace. At sundown we shall begin a Great Culling.'

Macros drew himself up to his full height, his will overcoming his weakened body. 'You know what to do,' he said to the servant. 'Take only what you must and get our people to the closest sanctuary.'

'Master,' said the servant, bowing his head and running off.

To the soldier he said, 'Return to Martuch and tell him to meet me at the Grove of Delmat-Ama as soon as he is able. If possible, have him bring Valko and anyone else he thinks will serve. It is close to the time, I think.'

The young warrior nodded respectfully, then hurried off. Macros said to himself, 'Please the G.o.ds they survive.'

Pug asked, 'What is it?'

Macros said, 'Get your things. We leave within minutes. The TeKarana has called the Great Culling, and at sundown everyone within the Dasati Empire will have licence to kill whomever they may. All truces are abated, all alliances put aside, murder is the will of His Darkness.'

'What does it mean?' asked Magnus.

Macros looked troubled. 'It means the Dark G.o.d is hungry. It means the usual slaughter of his subjects is not enough to feed him. I fear it means he is ready to begin his invasion into the next realm.'

Pug, Nakor, and Magnus exchanged glances. Nakor said, 'What about Bek?'

'He's fine with Martuch,' answered Macros. 'In some ways he is more Dasati than any Dasati Deathknight I've met. The next night and day will probably be the most fun he's had in his life. I just hope he leaves Martuch alive.'

'Why wouldn't he?' asked Pug.

'There are no allies or friends, save those arrangements made in the moment. Martuch and the other Lords of the Langradin will have safe houses and provisions put by close to the Langradin Great House, by habit if nothing more. But for most common people tonight is a b.l.o.o.d.y game of chance, and the prize is survival. If one can survive from sunset tonight until sunset tomorrow, the usual order will return. They may be b.l.o.o.d.y rules, but they're rules.

'But for one day there will be no rules. Want something that belongs to your neighbour, take it. Want to settle an old grudge with someone who is too well protected for you to attack, now's the time. Or if you're just ambitious and the death of a few better placed individuals in your own faction, your own battle society, or even your own family would benefit you, sharpen your blades. Every death will be seen as a gift to His Darkness, and every murder a benediction.

'Bands of Deathpriests and Hierophants will be on the streets in every town and city. Anyone is fair game. Bands of ravagers will roam the countryside. Anyone with resources will hole up and barricade every door and window, or find a hole to hide in. We, on the other hand will be on the road, trying to reach a bucolic hamlet a day's ride south of the city, and it will take us most of the night and day to reach the boundary of the city.' He looked from face to face. 'I have little fear for our safety. Any one of us should have enough skill to defend ourselves from whoever we meet along the way.'

'But you fear discovery,' said Nakor.

'Yes,' said Macros. 'For if word of our existence reaches those who know what I am, or who might guess who you are, then the entire weight of the Empire, every resource of the TeKarana and the Dark G.o.d will be turned to destroying us.'

Pug said, 'Then let us go.'

Macros smiled. 'Yes, let us go. And if you have a prayer left in you after all you've seen, now would be the time to use it.'

CHAPTER FOUR - Empire.

MIRANDA LOOKED DEFIANT.

Two members of the a.s.sembly Alenca and a magician named Delkama had just finished conjuring a sphere of illusion, a translucent bubble scintillating with sheets of energy which arced across its surface, sizzling patches of bright gold light and brilliant steel blue. It had slowly expanded and caused more than one usually implacable Tsurani n.o.ble to flinch visibly. It was a ward, designed to ensure that no magical scrying could spy upon the proceedings about to commence. Moreover, should anyone be attempting to view the proceedings remotely, they would only see three magicians addressing the Emperor on matters unrelated to what was really being discussed. This elaborate charade was for the benefit of Leso Varen, should he be close by and able to use his considerable power to eavesdrop on the Council.

The other members of the a.s.sembly of Magicians who accompanied Miranda looked alarmed. Despite being among those of highest rank in the Empire, even they were tradition bound to show respect bordering on awe to the Emperor. Yet Miranda stood before the Light of Heaven with her shoulders back, her eyes fixed on the young man, and her expression one of expectation. She had just instructed no, almost ordered the leader of the Empire of Tsuranuanni to say nothing until the protective measure was in place.

Rarely in the history of the Empire had an outlander stood before the Emperor. The chamber of the Imperial High Council was sacrosanct, as was the entirety of Kentosani, the Holy City, and those who had been there were either amba.s.sadors or captive leaders. Even then it was unusual for the Emperor to attend in person, for he was the divine presence, the embodiment of Heaven's bounty and a grace to the Tsurani people. Yet so terrible was the message from the a.s.sembly to the Imperial Throne, that Sezu, First of that Name, Ruler of the Nations of Tsuranuanni, took it upon himself to grace the audience and listen in person to the alien woman's warning.

The vast hall of the High Council was filled to capacity as every ranking n.o.ble every man and the few women who were ruling lords and ladies of the hundreds of Houses of Rank in the Empire had attended to hear Miranda's warning. Dressed in a riot of hues, they wore robes of house colours here one of yellow with crimson trim, there another of black trimmed with pale blue each bedecked with beading and braids and adorned with precious stones and clasps of precious metal. They were arrayed according to Tsurani tradition in groups that const.i.tuted clans, but many who sat silently, waiting for the Emperor's reply, stole glances at confederates in other parts of the hall, at members of their own political parties. Tsurani politics were not only deadly but convoluted and intricate, an ever-shifting balancing act on the part of each ruler, weighing blood loyalty on one side against expediency and opportunity on the other.

Miranda spoke. 'Majesty, lords and ladies of the High Council, we come today with a warning, for as dire a threat as can be imagined now bears down on this world.'

Miranda had rehea.r.s.ed all she would say as she and the Great Ones had awaited the gathering of the Council, and she moved quickly from the discovery of the Talnoy on her world by Kaspar of Olasko to the recent incursion of the Dasati into this world. She glossed over nothing, and she had no temptation to embellish. The unvarnished truth was frightening enough. When she had finished, she saw the Emperor sitting quietly and realized he did not look surprised by anything she had said. She glanced at Alenca who gave the slightest shake of his head indicating he didn't understand the lack of reaction either. She knew that the Light of Heaven had been kept current as to what the a.s.sembly was doing regarding the Talnoy in their possession, but she knew none of what had occurred since she had been captured had been communicated. The existence of the Dasati incursion had to have been a shock to the young Emperor, yet he sat calmly as if considering what to ask be prepared for his evening meal. Emperor Sezu had come to his office only recently, four years before, and like his father before him had ruled a relatively peaceful empire.

Miranda turned her attention from the Light of Heaven to the High Council. Once again she was astonished at the Tsurani mind, for although she had just delivered as dire a warning as could be imagined, she suspected as many as a third among the attending lords were wondering how to gain advantage from the coming chaos, and from their expressions, fully another third seemed incapable of fully understanding what it was they had just heard. It was the last third, who did understand the dangers of which she spoke, who realized they were all in peril, who showed the proper distress and who waited silently on the Light of Heaven's pleasure. The impatient shifting of silks and the nervous scuffling of leather sandals on the floor was a counterpoint to the silence as all waited for the Emperor to speak.

Beside the youthful ruler stood another black-robed magician, Finda by name, an older mage with whom Miranda had only a pa.s.sing acquaintance. He was the current advisor from the a.s.sembly to the Imperial Throne and from his expression it appeared he would rather be just about anywhere else in the vast Tsurani Empire at this moment.

Miranda was not the expert on Tsurani society her husband was he had lived among them for years but she still understood it well enough to have a sense of what was likely to be the reaction among the ruling families. The warlike Tsurani traditions still dominated the politics of the Empire, the 'Game of the Council' as it was called, but rather than armed confrontation new means of domination and influence were employed: wealth, influence and social position. With the occasional murder, midnight raid, and abduction thrown in, Miranda thought. At times Tsurani politics reminded her of nothing so much as the criminal wars in Great Kesh; the Mockers of Krondor would have fitted right in.

Five great families Keda, Minwanabi, Oaxatucan, Xacatecas and Anasati still dominated the many clans and political parties that defined the governance of the Empire. Traditionally they had been the only families able to claim the t.i.tle of Warlord, until the current Emperor's great grandmother seized the throne for her son. And above all others there remained one constant: the Emperor. The Light of Heaven could overrule any judgment of the High Council. He could order war or force feuding clans to put down their arms at whim. Such was his power.