"I am Keubroc Mecmae. That is the most important thing for you to know now."
Reiba looked up at the man who was still wearing his standard issue City Enforcer leggings and boots, but no tunic, as he stared at her directly in the eye. He did not unbind her, but proceeded to leave.
Reiba struggled in her braces but said nothing for a long while while until he approached the edge of the clearing. "Are you leaving me here for the mountain lions to eventually find me?"
His eyes narrowed in on hers suspiciously, "Who are you, exactly?"
"I am known as Zaexyl Archne. You know this already." she spit with equal suspicion. But before Keubroc could drop his gaze from her face in derision and disappointment, she added, "But I am Vel'Reiba." she replied, using the custom of family name first, in formality as was often done among the common class in Eirdred. After all, only nobles were important enough to warrant distinction from their kin.
"And what would make Vel'Reiba think that it was a great idea to destroy the ancestral Archne Estate, when she had to know that the City Enforcers, not to mention the bei'thal, would soon be following her?"
Reiba had no trouble making the connection between the Eirdren term bei'thal and the Sandoran term bhe'hel, nor did she take long to put the pieces together that if the Second Sword made up the first part of that pair, then the dead man at her feet was the latter.
"He was bei'thal then?" she nodded to the corpse and Keubroc slyly grinned and knelt to meet her face to face.
"Then you do know of them."
"You have told me as much." she retorted quickly.
"Your face betrays you," he uttered in an even but stern voice, "As it has betrayed others before. This is not the first time their existence was made known to you."
Reiba was unmoved. Unwilling to let on more than she had to, she admitted to nothing and the silence dragged on. Keubroc gave her one last look, and pulled away from her.
"Unbind me. You would leave a woman to die helpless and alone? At least kill me if that is your goal."
"We live in an unforgiving world." was all he said as he rose and turned away. "Surely you know that."
She stung back, "Then was it a lack of forgiveness that ended your companion's life?"
"I bore the man, personally, no grudge." Keubroc responded defensively, "but he was a warrior for an oppressor I cannot tolerate."
"Then our enemy is the same." she finally admitted. "And you did not come to the Archne Estate that day to spy for her Wisdom. You came to find out about my loyalties."
"You made my efforts useless. I returned to a burned out hull, instead of the gilded Archne compound I had left."
She kept her hazel eyes zeroed in at the stout man, suspicious, but suddenly seeing him in a new light. She decided to take a leap of faith by engaging with the nüdwuob in a different way. "Help me follow the gegleth. Help me find out where it leads, help me prove that it is Yibouh that is using these creatures for something. Our supposed leaders, our lords and ladies of whom I once considered peers are fractured and disorganized. But something real, some visible threat will rally them. If we can bring them real information about these creatures, and about your so-called bei'thal, we might be able to scare them into action; into rebellion." she pleaded though Keubroc by now she was speaking to his back as he started walking away.
Keubroc turned his head back and looked at her, stupefied with her outlandish claim. "You killed off one of their own, insulted a few more, and destroyed a veritable palace of stone and oak that had weathered countless generations prior. You cannot possible delude yourself enough to think any will listen to you?"
"I don't have to be the messenger." she retorted, "Somebody has to get their hands dirty, and" she looked about herself, and the soils and mosses that cradled where she lay, "I am no stranger to a little dirt."
"Then you are not alone in this?" Keubroc observed shrewdly.
"I have some friends." she replied simply.
"Who?" the man's brown eyes narrowed in focus on the woman. Bound and uncomfortably strewn on the ground though she was, she did manage a dismissive head shake easily convincing the Second Sword that he would not get his answer anytime soon.
"You want my help but you will say nothing?"
"What you don't know may help your cause more by remaining a mystery."
Keubroc paused, not fully trusting her, she was far too dangerous to ever do that, but seduced by her claimed motivations. "How can you track this creature? What stalking skills are taught to a woman of the streets?"
Reiba laughed at his poor choice of words, but returned to seriousness when she said, "I track smarter. There is some usefulness to the things these 'bei'thal' can do." She nodded in the distance, feeling the red pill dangling from her concealed necklace make contact with the bare skin of her sternum, "The creature is in that direction. It's stopped running and is probably in a trot - maybe it no longer fears; but it heads due southwest. They don't seem to be incredibly fast. Tough, yes, and high endurance, but they cannot travel during the day so it is easy to catch up with them."
"Alright." he considered, "You may join me. For now." and he began loosening her binds. His thick fingers ran over delicate wrists now rubbed red with friction. For the first time, he also noticed just how sallow her cheeks were, and how her thin skin clung to her now bony arms at every chance. He would need to return to last night's camp to collect his pack anyway. Whatever Vaughn possessed, he would not need any longer. The bei'thal likely had rations that Reiba could recover.
The moment Reiba was freed from the braces, she wrung her wrists gently, wincing and and gasping quietly in pain. She quickly moved to unlock her ankles and carefully freed herself from constraints violently forced upon her.
"Perhaps they are compromised? Are they bei?" Keubroc thought out loud.
"Bei? You suggest that the art of the bei can be performed on the living, not just objects?"
"That is what I have been told. It would give explanation to their cooperation with Yibouh."
Reiba considered this information for awhile and a thousand thoughts flourished in her mind on the possibilities, and the dangers of compromising a living being. The idea fascinated her. "Have you ever had the opportunity to sit on the outskirts of Eirdred City in the company of a multitude of Soan families?"
"Assuredly not. Life as a City Enforcer does not cultivate any trust from those nomadic caravans, though their trade depends city populations secure enough to buy the gems they have to offer."
"Nor have I. I've never left the city walls before now. But the man who went in my stead informed me they are quite the festive event."
After the final meal is eaten in the evening, they all gather around the campfire, which is not too far from being a bonfire, but calm enough for a single voice to be heard. And then they tell stories."
These stories, parables really, are passed from Starwoman to Starwoman - their story tellers -who lead the group in story, chant and drink.
But they are learned as a group, because they cannot be told without the audience providing the sound of steel on steel, or a herd of stampeding wehkax."
When I wasn't occupying myself with thoughts of the Empire, I was a benefactor to a number of small causes, including one man who wanted to record these oral histories and myths. And one of those, the Keiyafhoa, was horrifying enough to stick with me throughout the tides. It quickly surfaced to my mind when I first found the gegleth. Your fellow said the Soa and the gegleth lived symbiotically, but my sources suggest it is rather parasitic instead. They steal girls who have not yet had a child in their bellies, for what purpose I cannot know."
"Beyond the oral histories, what actually happens to Soan girls is uncertain, if it happens at all, but I do not think this story is pure imagination. The blue skin, the subterranean habitat, these details in the oral histories that seem to match so closely to these creatures causes me to suspect at one time these gegleth abused the Soa, and their painful memory of that was cast into the myth of a bedtime story. I have one version of the story in my satchel. I'd be pleased to retrieve it for you if you permit me to return to the grove where I had been sleeping."
Suddenly Reiba found herself pushed up against the rough bark of a particularly old oak as Keubroc's hands searched her person for any hidden weaponry or tricks she might be carrying. She didn't resist, even opening her hands in casual submission. His hands slid over the small blood red pill necklace but he seemed uninterested. A few seconds later, Reiba, now bereft of a couple of small daggers hidden in her boots, led the way back.
"I would have liked to hear that dead man speak a little more." she whispered subtly, as if to avoid raising attention from the newly dead.
"What did you say?" Keubroc perked up in attention as he followed her.
"Why would these gegleth serve the Empire? The Soa saw them as monsters." she asserted.
"'Nothing less than the continuation of their species.' he had said. If what he says is true, by threat or by bribe they are not simply offering Yibouh their services, they are fully dependent on the Empire."
The two left it there and there was an extended silence between them, punctuated finally by Reiba, "There is one more thing. Why now?"
"What do you mean?"
At their destination she stopped and eyed him in earnest. "You saved my life, whether you meant to or not. Why did you kill the bei'thal now?"
The stout man brushed his fingers over his close cut bistre brown hair, clearing his wide head of the leaves and dirt he had earned in his pursuit of the lady. "Miss Reiba, what you don't know may help your cause more by remaining a mystery."
"Fine." she mumbled curtly as she handed over a thin ledger of cleanly inked parchment. She had offered him a chance at clear honesty, and he had turned it away without a thought. She still couldn't read him yet, but planned to change that with time. "Hurry up and read it. Understand what we are dealing with. We need to move soon if we are going to catch up."
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Keiyafhoa
As translated by Tsil Heurik
(Soan Cultural Notes to be deleted: 1) There is a Soan saying, that every man is part Geon - following the expectation that all men would of course want to become fathers, not to mention those who become merchants or cowboys of the wehkax - but not every woman is gifted with one of the faces of Dharaad. Those who are, Shamans, Storytellers and Map-makers are held in very high regard. 2) every child is a reflection of Tseoh, one hopes that they reflect that of the hope or the beloved, and not that of the trickster) 3) coo => the onomatopoeia of being loved, u-hah => that of crying, gkeh => that of anger
Starwoman:
Keiya, lovely of her race.
Soil born and starlight bred,
Soft black hair upon her head,
The form of Tsoeh's second face.
Response:
The form of Tsoeh's second face?
Truly a beloved by all who knew her.
coo coo coo
Starwoman:
Naive in her maidenhood.
At the age when youths draw glances,
When hearts flutter at touch and dances,
Paid for love more than she should
Response:
A girl's desires wholly fulfilled
Must always lead to weeping.
u-hah u-hah u-hah
Starwoman:
Would you hear the lesson of Keiya?
Response:
Teach us, Starwoman, guide us by your light.
Bring forth wisdom in the blackness of night.
Starwoman:
Then let's start at the beginning, as all stories must start.
First there was Dharaad and there were none before her.
Second there was Geon, born of soil, and Dharaad used the stars to guide him to her.
Third came Tsoeh, child of Dharaad and Geon.
The first face of Tsoeh created the Soa race with the paint of hope and promise upon the walls of the Soasor Rhux.
The second face of the Tsoeh made them made them beloved among all of nature.
The third face, we do not speak of kindly.
Response:
May the Tsoeh's third face never appear.
Starwoman:
This lesson takes place in the second age, when the Rhux were still young, but happily living under the sky canvas. In those days, the Soa did not yet know of death, they did not yet have despair, but lived to divine stars and pass on tales of skill and bravery. Yet as Dharaad could not call the old and wounded to the stars, nor could Geon guide more Soa into being. Children were woefully rare. And two are lonely, but three fulfills the soul.
Response:
Two are are lonely, but three fulfills the soul.
Starwoman:
One day a couple found themselves joyously fortunate, as Geon had given them a single child. The girl was kind and graceful, smart and beautiful, and so they named her Keiya, since she was like the music of the wind against the cliffs and caves of the Rhux.
She grew up quickly though, as all children do, and before her parents eyes she became a young maid, in need of love. And as her parents loved her dearly, they invited her to begin stitching her wedding dress and go to the village, where perhaps there might be some young man there to see her in it.
But Keiya was also inquisitive, and she did not go directly to town. Like her namesake, she spent the day exploring the caves of the buttes where few dared travel.
Unknown to the villagers, there was indeed a youth that might attract the eye of a wandering girl within those caves. When she first saw him, she did not know what to make of the man. He was a man in face, that was clear, but his skin's hue was made of early twilight and his hair, worn long and without adornment, was metallic and silver.
'We have met before, in the world of dreams,' said he. 'I have come to tell you that I love you and wish nothing more than to grant your every desire.'
Response:
coo coo coo
Starwoman:
Keiya fell instantly in love. Somehow, he had combined beauty and strength into one being and while she had never seen anything like him, she never felt more familiar with another. She knew he must be hers.
'Tell me that you will make me yours and I will keep you forever.' he beckoned.
Keiya returned to her parents telling her fortune and beg permission to wed the handsome stranger but they would not give it.
Response:
ghek, ghek, ghek
'What of the herder's son?' Keiya's mother pleaded.
'I've heard it told that the mason's boy is kind as well as strong.' her father advised her.
But the heart of a young woman in love is more immovable than the Khayaha mountains.
Response:
A girl's desires wholly fulfilled
Must always lead to weeping.
Starwoman:
Keiya returned to the caves the next day, fleeing from her parents and taking the betrothal dress she made. She did not return that night, nor the next. Longing to see their daughter's face once more, the man and woman sought out the caves Keiya had talked about. Perhaps her new husband might at least give them a glimpse of their loved one's face.
They found only this: beads scattered, and the blood-soaked leather fabric of the dress in tatters at the entrance of one of the caves.
The father looked skyward and cried, 'Dharaad, let not your call send our daughter to the stars so soon!'
The mother looked at the ground and sobbed 'Geon, for what reason did you craft our child if you planned a violent fate?'
But the Daughter of Stars and the Son of Soil could do nothing to aid the bereaved parents, for Keiya was already lost to them.
In the bowels of the cave, the creature ate for the first time. He, forever being incomplete of the triune, could not help but consume in his jealousy and hatred of the Soa. He feasted on the heart of a woman because he could not have Dharaad. He gorged on the womb, the nest of children because Tseoh would never be born to him. His hatred consumed him, and slowly he grew termite legs, horns, and ant-like claws instead of hands.
But his face, he kept, for his hunger was not satiated. Indeed, it was merely whetted.
Now, we call them geokeh, for they are part man, part insect, and they prey on the hearts of young girls still. When they can find a child out at night and alone from her parents, they will strike, and they will never be heard from again.
Response:
Children, mind your parents.
Parents, mind your children.
Starwoman:
For the geokeh stalk the caves and dark places where the stars do not shine.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
a Poem
Is it a full circle,
the path we have seen?
If we could elect
The simplest of polygons
If we could elect
The simplest of polygons
to represent hills, valleys
And space and time travel too
Would this one stroke
And space and time travel too
Would this one stroke
suffice?
No, I reject that.
Do we say then,
Do we say then,
'The past is done; has been'?
'Accept it,
Mend the wounds, son,
But remember it.
Make it your own for it is part of you.'
Would this one platitude
suffice?
No, I reject that.
For anguish and sadness
has warped me similarly
to the way a forgotten jacket may in subsequent days.
I may regret my choices for a time,
But neither will I shirk my next opportunity
Nor will unduly seek it.
I do not find myself back where I started.
Because I never made a turn.
You cannot reforge this cold steel
In spite of all your blows.
Friday, October 25, 2013
Chapter 11 - Part IX
Choosing their paths with the greatest carefulness, the two made their way to the edge of a clearing where they found her, propped up against a yellowing maple tree, emaciated and filthy. Reiba, former lady of House Archne, had swapped padded corsets and silky locks of reddish mahogany for faded leather and a head full of knots and grease. And though she tried to hide it with a wide-brimmed hat woven of flax and linen, two bees, one on each ear, stood out as if in attack formation in dark permanent blue. The coughing had ceased, though her breathing was still hoarse and uneasy.
She dozed lightly, in a most ungraceful manner, her mouth agape and chin down. Keubroc caught the eye of of Lord Vaughn who trailed behind him slightly, giving him a nod to alert him to her presence, then cocked his head slightly as if to ask for instructions at this point.
Lord Vaughn nodded back at him, indicating to Keubroc that the time was now. Subdue, apprehend, and interrogate. Take extreme caution to not kill - she will be useful alive he had said - but do not let her get away, even if that means her death. If she survived, she might face the judgement of her peers while demonstrating the effectiveness of Imperial protection and justice.
Vaughn could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of closure. This venture had been tiresome and he had disparaged his own oversight that let the former Lady Zaexyl slip away in the first place. It was a failure, plain and simple, and the Silent Scholar would not look kindly on his error. Yet resolving the matter cleanly might still reward him with redemption.
Keubroc entered the clearing silently, with Vaughn at his back, crouched behind a thick oak. Soft socks of leather had replaced his hard boots from the previous days, slowing his progression, but reducing the noise he made. He did not expect to reach her before she woke, but he'd be as close as possible to subdue the woman.
Yet as he crept within a wagon-span of her resting place, her eyes flared open. Reiba did not take half a second to rouse her emaciated self and jump up from her spot. She tumbled to her left, fleeing into a thick grove of dense understory brambles. Keubroc had no trouble following the cracks and whips of a woman crashing through brush without regard for her own skin and he followed in hot pursuit.
She did not run for long but by the time he had caught up to her, she was under the boughs of a dancing oak. (put into notes for another descriptive opportunity: a tree known for its multiple stems leaning over the ground in an array of creative strands.) There knelt Reiba in her sleeveless vest, a linen over jacket at her waist, and a jeweled dagger clutched tightly in her left fist pointing straight down to the leaf cluttered ground. He put his hand to his sword.
"Do not move a single muscle more, soldier, or it will die."
"What are you talking about woman?" he asked not a half second before he noticed that the leaves and dirt rose and fell slightly, and that flesh of purplish blue could be seen in some parts. Something, or someone, was under the earth, but as to who, or why, the Second Sword was at a loss.
"What is that?"he said, not fully concealing his surprise.
"Are you an Empire man or not?" she replied, and though her words were feverish, her resolve remained strong; her eyes darting about as she mentally recorded every detail of the man who pursued her.
"So you may say."
"Then no doubt the great wisdom of the University on High can shed some light on this mystery," she spat, still not letting her eyes leave his. With her free hand, she cleared away the dirt and debris from the face of the creature. It appeared to be in repose and the commotion had not roused it. It's eyes, quite human in appearance, were closed, but two great horns that originated at its temples made it clear that it was anything but human. "you are so knowledgeable about every aspect of this world surely a this creature is at least known to you, if not owned by you. What was it doing in our province? What hideous new allies has your Empress wooed to her side?"
"I've never seen a creature such as this." Keubroc answered as calmly as possible. "It means nothing to me."
"Feh!" she scrunched her face in frustration, "Yet you haven't moved. If it isn't yours, then why concern yourself with its death at my hand?"
"I'd like to end this peacefully. Will you return with me?"
"Rel's host take you and your tyrant Queen!" she screamed as she plunged the dagger into the chest of the creature.
At least, that was her intent. She didn't make it very far before Vaughn, sneaking behind her, delivered a swift elbow to her back and she dropped the dagger and crumpled to the ground. Vaughn circled her prone body and her eyes widened at the sight of his massive form. He kicked the dagger well out of her reach before grabbing her vest at the sternum and pulling her up to meet his face.
"This world means nothing to you anymore. Your life is over. Whatever your plots, you will reveal them and you will die." and he threw her again to the ground. "The method in which these things occur is entirely up to you." he later added. He motioned over Keubroc and without missing a beat, the Second Sword was soon at his side, thrusting the woman's wrists and ankles in brass cuffs.
Blood coursing though the veins of his neck and hands, he felt alive with adrenaline. More than one loose end would be tied this night. Wide hands set to work removing the debris from the creature. The sun had long since left the sky, but its hue still made a stunning appearance of orange pink and red streaks in the sky. It should be safe for it to wake.
"Tttch-chkitkit." he intoned, raising the interest of Keubroc instantly. "Wake up. Tttch-chkitkit"
In moments the creature opened its eyes, and though it got up, it crouched down in front of the two men in submission. It was still quite dirty, but made no indication that it was concerned with its appearance. That is, until it caught glance of the now bound Reiba.
Vaughn quickly caught this and smirked in devious thoughts of what could be, but he put it aside. "Keubroc."
"Yes sir." the man turned his attention to the bei'thal.
"This is a gegleth. Are you familiar with the term?"
"No sir."
"Good. That means we are doing our job. This is a species we discovered a couple of generations ago. About the tail end of the Lor Phe period - so perhaps 100 tides ago or so. They've lived symbiotically with the Soa for longer than the Keeper's existence, should the myths be true. Hence their name. It's a Yibouhese bastardization of the Soan word 'geokeh'. (linguistic note, Yibouhese has no other sound following the "eh" vowel than "th" so much like how a spanish person will add an "eh" sound to an s-word in English, the Yibouhese add it in front of a "th") Tell me, what do you know of the Soan language?"
"Nothing, I am afraid." the younger man admitted.
"Then that makes two of us," Vaughn chuckled, "But so my teachers have taught me, I can pass on this tidbit to you. A 'geokeh' is a mythical ghost that steals children from their beds at night when they are naughty."
Keubroc laughed nervously, "Is that what these creatures do then? Kidnap misbehaving children?"
"The truth is these creatures are terribly good at getting things done without being seen. They are expert diggers, strong, dependable and they eat little more than dirt, like a worm. If you can pay their price, they are fiercely loyal, and ask no questions about their job. Their only flaw is that they are a subterranean species and easily dehydrate and die in the sun. They must dig themselves a bed to sleep in by day if they are caught outdoors." Vaughn looked over to the still crouched figure. "Tttch-chkitkit, eat and be off. Keubroc will follow you shortly."
The figure got up and began dusting himself off, helping himself to the clumps of dirt that fell from his segmented arms. "What is their price?"
"Nothing less than the continuation of their species." Vaughn chuckled. "Soon enough, you'll learn more about them as you study to become bei'thal. Civilians never see them, but for a bei'thal, the gegleth are ubiquitous. Find your things and get that armor back on. You'll have to do without sleep tonight. The gegleth can only travel at night so you will have to sleep in the day with him."
"Him?"
"Yes, all gegleth are male."
"Every single one of them? How is that possible?"
"Yes. You will find out soon enough. No more questions now. I need to get him to the University on High before Coldtide celebrations. We may be able to figure out how to make this all work afterall."
Keubroc look about him and picked up the jeweled dagger that Reiba had dropped and glanced to the east where somewhere his pack and breastplate waited to be found. Vaughn had already turned back to his prey as he examined her bound body for anything of interest; weapons, communiques, artifacts.
Keubroc approached the man as he physically invaded Reiba's privacy, and was rewarded with facial reactions of fear and disgust. "I still had more questions for you." he said as his plunged the jeweled dagger between the collarbone of the shirtless man. Vaughn slumped to the ground and blood escaped his coronary artery and spurted through the wound. His last seconds of life afforded him only the deepest look of hatred and malice to his murderer.
"It will be a lot harder to learn now." Keubroc added mournfully.
She dozed lightly, in a most ungraceful manner, her mouth agape and chin down. Keubroc caught the eye of of Lord Vaughn who trailed behind him slightly, giving him a nod to alert him to her presence, then cocked his head slightly as if to ask for instructions at this point.
Lord Vaughn nodded back at him, indicating to Keubroc that the time was now. Subdue, apprehend, and interrogate. Take extreme caution to not kill - she will be useful alive he had said - but do not let her get away, even if that means her death. If she survived, she might face the judgement of her peers while demonstrating the effectiveness of Imperial protection and justice.
Vaughn could not help but feel an overwhelming sense of closure. This venture had been tiresome and he had disparaged his own oversight that let the former Lady Zaexyl slip away in the first place. It was a failure, plain and simple, and the Silent Scholar would not look kindly on his error. Yet resolving the matter cleanly might still reward him with redemption.
Keubroc entered the clearing silently, with Vaughn at his back, crouched behind a thick oak. Soft socks of leather had replaced his hard boots from the previous days, slowing his progression, but reducing the noise he made. He did not expect to reach her before she woke, but he'd be as close as possible to subdue the woman.
Yet as he crept within a wagon-span of her resting place, her eyes flared open. Reiba did not take half a second to rouse her emaciated self and jump up from her spot. She tumbled to her left, fleeing into a thick grove of dense understory brambles. Keubroc had no trouble following the cracks and whips of a woman crashing through brush without regard for her own skin and he followed in hot pursuit.
She did not run for long but by the time he had caught up to her, she was under the boughs of a dancing oak. (put into notes for another descriptive opportunity: a tree known for its multiple stems leaning over the ground in an array of creative strands.) There knelt Reiba in her sleeveless vest, a linen over jacket at her waist, and a jeweled dagger clutched tightly in her left fist pointing straight down to the leaf cluttered ground. He put his hand to his sword.
"Do not move a single muscle more, soldier, or it will die."
"What are you talking about woman?" he asked not a half second before he noticed that the leaves and dirt rose and fell slightly, and that flesh of purplish blue could be seen in some parts. Something, or someone, was under the earth, but as to who, or why, the Second Sword was at a loss.
"What is that?"he said, not fully concealing his surprise.
"Are you an Empire man or not?" she replied, and though her words were feverish, her resolve remained strong; her eyes darting about as she mentally recorded every detail of the man who pursued her.
"So you may say."
"Then no doubt the great wisdom of the University on High can shed some light on this mystery," she spat, still not letting her eyes leave his. With her free hand, she cleared away the dirt and debris from the face of the creature. It appeared to be in repose and the commotion had not roused it. It's eyes, quite human in appearance, were closed, but two great horns that originated at its temples made it clear that it was anything but human. "you are so knowledgeable about every aspect of this world surely a this creature is at least known to you, if not owned by you. What was it doing in our province? What hideous new allies has your Empress wooed to her side?"
"I've never seen a creature such as this." Keubroc answered as calmly as possible. "It means nothing to me."
"Feh!" she scrunched her face in frustration, "Yet you haven't moved. If it isn't yours, then why concern yourself with its death at my hand?"
"I'd like to end this peacefully. Will you return with me?"
"Rel's host take you and your tyrant Queen!" she screamed as she plunged the dagger into the chest of the creature.
At least, that was her intent. She didn't make it very far before Vaughn, sneaking behind her, delivered a swift elbow to her back and she dropped the dagger and crumpled to the ground. Vaughn circled her prone body and her eyes widened at the sight of his massive form. He kicked the dagger well out of her reach before grabbing her vest at the sternum and pulling her up to meet his face.
"This world means nothing to you anymore. Your life is over. Whatever your plots, you will reveal them and you will die." and he threw her again to the ground. "The method in which these things occur is entirely up to you." he later added. He motioned over Keubroc and without missing a beat, the Second Sword was soon at his side, thrusting the woman's wrists and ankles in brass cuffs.
Blood coursing though the veins of his neck and hands, he felt alive with adrenaline. More than one loose end would be tied this night. Wide hands set to work removing the debris from the creature. The sun had long since left the sky, but its hue still made a stunning appearance of orange pink and red streaks in the sky. It should be safe for it to wake.
"Tttch-chkitkit." he intoned, raising the interest of Keubroc instantly. "Wake up. Tttch-chkitkit"
In moments the creature opened its eyes, and though it got up, it crouched down in front of the two men in submission. It was still quite dirty, but made no indication that it was concerned with its appearance. That is, until it caught glance of the now bound Reiba.
Vaughn quickly caught this and smirked in devious thoughts of what could be, but he put it aside. "Keubroc."
"Yes sir." the man turned his attention to the bei'thal.
"This is a gegleth. Are you familiar with the term?"
"No sir."
"Good. That means we are doing our job. This is a species we discovered a couple of generations ago. About the tail end of the Lor Phe period - so perhaps 100 tides ago or so. They've lived symbiotically with the Soa for longer than the Keeper's existence, should the myths be true. Hence their name. It's a Yibouhese bastardization of the Soan word 'geokeh'. (linguistic note, Yibouhese has no other sound following the "eh" vowel than "th" so much like how a spanish person will add an "eh" sound to an s-word in English, the Yibouhese add it in front of a "th") Tell me, what do you know of the Soan language?"
"Nothing, I am afraid." the younger man admitted.
"Then that makes two of us," Vaughn chuckled, "But so my teachers have taught me, I can pass on this tidbit to you. A 'geokeh' is a mythical ghost that steals children from their beds at night when they are naughty."
Keubroc laughed nervously, "Is that what these creatures do then? Kidnap misbehaving children?"
"The truth is these creatures are terribly good at getting things done without being seen. They are expert diggers, strong, dependable and they eat little more than dirt, like a worm. If you can pay their price, they are fiercely loyal, and ask no questions about their job. Their only flaw is that they are a subterranean species and easily dehydrate and die in the sun. They must dig themselves a bed to sleep in by day if they are caught outdoors." Vaughn looked over to the still crouched figure. "Tttch-chkitkit, eat and be off. Keubroc will follow you shortly."
The figure got up and began dusting himself off, helping himself to the clumps of dirt that fell from his segmented arms. "What is their price?"
"Nothing less than the continuation of their species." Vaughn chuckled. "Soon enough, you'll learn more about them as you study to become bei'thal. Civilians never see them, but for a bei'thal, the gegleth are ubiquitous. Find your things and get that armor back on. You'll have to do without sleep tonight. The gegleth can only travel at night so you will have to sleep in the day with him."
"Him?"
"Yes, all gegleth are male."
"Every single one of them? How is that possible?"
"Yes. You will find out soon enough. No more questions now. I need to get him to the University on High before Coldtide celebrations. We may be able to figure out how to make this all work afterall."
Keubroc look about him and picked up the jeweled dagger that Reiba had dropped and glanced to the east where somewhere his pack and breastplate waited to be found. Vaughn had already turned back to his prey as he examined her bound body for anything of interest; weapons, communiques, artifacts.
Keubroc approached the man as he physically invaded Reiba's privacy, and was rewarded with facial reactions of fear and disgust. "I still had more questions for you." he said as his plunged the jeweled dagger between the collarbone of the shirtless man. Vaughn slumped to the ground and blood escaped his coronary artery and spurted through the wound. His last seconds of life afforded him only the deepest look of hatred and malice to his murderer.
"It will be a lot harder to learn now." Keubroc added mournfully.
Chapter 11 - Part VIII
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"When will you understand that you cannot outrun me?" she muttered to herself, as branches and leaves whipped at her face in her haste.
No further than 30 feet away she would see the flashes of blue and purple weave in and out of clumps of dulling greens. Every day her necklace pulsed more strongly, more rapidly, but she didn't need it now. The sun was just beginning to peek out of the horizon. Rest was near.
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"Tell me, how did a man of Sandor become a man of the Empire?" Vaughn queried his younger traveling companion.
"Isn't that one in the same?" Keubroc half-smiled. "Is not loyalty to Sandor not dissimilar to loyalty to one's own arm, and by that same token, loyalty to Yibouh to loyalty to one's own body. We may not choose the time and place of our birth, but we can recognize who, or what made them possible."
Vaughn peered at the City Enforcer as he stuffed his bedroll into his linen rucksack. It was the most he had heard the man speak of himself. And while discretion was a desirable trait for a bei'thal, Vaughn wanted to know everything of a man who might become his next apprentice. "Ah," he smiled, "So you are a second son then?"
"Yes," Keubroc chuckled in reply, "Or rather, a fourth son. It is not a much better prospect for nobility. Before I renounced my ties to join the City Enforcers I was of House Mecmae."
(NOTE: I wrote this as part of Keubroc's conversation with Vaughn but the fact is he'd probably not go into this much detail without being very prodded. Will save this as character background for future interactions - add this to comments section: My eldest brother gave his dutiful 16 tides before he returned to be groomed for lordship, same for the my second brother when he was killed in a hunting accident. My sister stuck around for an extra four tides to hone her skills in mechanics and design before returning to Veradern to marry into House Kep'hla.)
"Paper manufacturing?"
"You understand a little Sandoran?"
"It sounds similar to the Eirdren word 'meihmai'. It was a guess." Vaughn admitted casually.
"Then stick to your instincts, for that is precisely the trade that brought nobility and wealth to my family over the years. Like the rest of my siblings, I was sent to the City of the Crags not long after I learned how to run.
"My siblings all eventually returned home, one way or another, but Pho-Boteth is a difficult place to draw oneself away from."
"Indeed it is." Vaughn nodded in agreement.
"It seemed a natural fit. I've also got few skills beyond that of a sword." He added with a self-depreciating smile, "I never did finish my 16th tide of study as I rushed off to join just after Cold-Tide celebrations naming me 25."
"Just a boy in the world." Vaughn bei'thal noted. "To be 25 tides again and see the world in front of you as one huge adventure."
Keubroc laughed defensively, "No, not me my lord. Young though I was, I took my duties seriously. Too seriously for some I suspect." All packed up, Vaughn pointed the way which the purple trail had manifested itself the previous night and the two began their trek anew.
"I have been told you are a stern man, but I'm glad to see you at least know how to laugh. You and I, each in our different positions, don't just defend the bodies and property of the Empire. We defend her smiles and her art. Empire is more than just tracts of land. It is culture and shared history. We are guardians of that.
"I think you can do more with us, the bei'thal, than under the Wuob at the Augur." Vaughn coughed, a slight chill finally passing as the exertion of the hike began to warm him up. "To be honest, your talents may be wasted under such a man."
"I have thought in great detail of your offer. Indeed I've thought of little else." Keubroc replied dutifully. "It is quite intriguing, and I am inclined to accept."
Vaughn looked back at the stout Sandoran man. "You have reservations?"
"None my lord."
"Then when we are finished here, you will report to the University on High. Take a few days there first to relax and enjoy all that made you love Pho-Boteth the first time. After that, seek out Roh'ath rduap. I will return to Eirdred with news of your transfer. Welcome to the world of the bei'thal. I look forward to your progress."
"Thank you."
The two continued until the sun had climbed high enough to overtake the sad pale face of the daytime Major Moon, though they did so in silence. Though they had started out with Vaughn pointing the way, whatever magic the art of the bei had helped him accomplish had faded before their breakfasts had been fully digested and Keubroc had to be relied upon for his more traditional tracing methods.
Although Vaughn bei'thal did not miss a step and followed the younger man easily, Keubroc could sense a weariness from him that he had not had in the days prior. His breathing was just slightly more labored. His stride just slightly more rigid. Keubroc did not know when the bei'thal would be back up to normal, but he was beginning to understand why the ritual he had performed could not have been performed every night.
So tired was the bei'thal that when Keubroc stopped in his tracks suddenly, he nearly crashed into the man.
Keubroc turned to Vaughn and covered his lips with his fingers, indicating a need for silence. With the melody of woodswalking footsteps removed from their ears, suddenly the two could hear a diverse harmony of woodpecker chirps, goshawk caws and the scurries of ground dwelling rodents. They also heard for the first time the slight hacks and coughs of an unknown in the distance.
Vaughn pointed to the nüdwuob's armor and motioned his thumb away and Keubroc easily understood the gesture. Carefully, they both removed their plates of armor and lowered their rucksacks to the ground. Padded leather and a solitary blade make for less noise than steel and straps.
"When will you understand that you cannot outrun me?" she muttered to herself, as branches and leaves whipped at her face in her haste.
No further than 30 feet away she would see the flashes of blue and purple weave in and out of clumps of dulling greens. Every day her necklace pulsed more strongly, more rapidly, but she didn't need it now. The sun was just beginning to peek out of the horizon. Rest was near.
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"Tell me, how did a man of Sandor become a man of the Empire?" Vaughn queried his younger traveling companion.
"Isn't that one in the same?" Keubroc half-smiled. "Is not loyalty to Sandor not dissimilar to loyalty to one's own arm, and by that same token, loyalty to Yibouh to loyalty to one's own body. We may not choose the time and place of our birth, but we can recognize who, or what made them possible."
Vaughn peered at the City Enforcer as he stuffed his bedroll into his linen rucksack. It was the most he had heard the man speak of himself. And while discretion was a desirable trait for a bei'thal, Vaughn wanted to know everything of a man who might become his next apprentice. "Ah," he smiled, "So you are a second son then?"
"Yes," Keubroc chuckled in reply, "Or rather, a fourth son. It is not a much better prospect for nobility. Before I renounced my ties to join the City Enforcers I was of House Mecmae."
(NOTE: I wrote this as part of Keubroc's conversation with Vaughn but the fact is he'd probably not go into this much detail without being very prodded. Will save this as character background for future interactions - add this to comments section: My eldest brother gave his dutiful 16 tides before he returned to be groomed for lordship, same for the my second brother when he was killed in a hunting accident. My sister stuck around for an extra four tides to hone her skills in mechanics and design before returning to Veradern to marry into House Kep'hla.)
"Paper manufacturing?"
"You understand a little Sandoran?"
"It sounds similar to the Eirdren word 'meihmai'. It was a guess." Vaughn admitted casually.
"Then stick to your instincts, for that is precisely the trade that brought nobility and wealth to my family over the years. Like the rest of my siblings, I was sent to the City of the Crags not long after I learned how to run.
"My siblings all eventually returned home, one way or another, but Pho-Boteth is a difficult place to draw oneself away from."
"Indeed it is." Vaughn nodded in agreement.
"It seemed a natural fit. I've also got few skills beyond that of a sword." He added with a self-depreciating smile, "I never did finish my 16th tide of study as I rushed off to join just after Cold-Tide celebrations naming me 25."
"Just a boy in the world." Vaughn bei'thal noted. "To be 25 tides again and see the world in front of you as one huge adventure."
Keubroc laughed defensively, "No, not me my lord. Young though I was, I took my duties seriously. Too seriously for some I suspect." All packed up, Vaughn pointed the way which the purple trail had manifested itself the previous night and the two began their trek anew.
"I have been told you are a stern man, but I'm glad to see you at least know how to laugh. You and I, each in our different positions, don't just defend the bodies and property of the Empire. We defend her smiles and her art. Empire is more than just tracts of land. It is culture and shared history. We are guardians of that.
"I think you can do more with us, the bei'thal, than under the Wuob at the Augur." Vaughn coughed, a slight chill finally passing as the exertion of the hike began to warm him up. "To be honest, your talents may be wasted under such a man."
"I have thought in great detail of your offer. Indeed I've thought of little else." Keubroc replied dutifully. "It is quite intriguing, and I am inclined to accept."
Vaughn looked back at the stout Sandoran man. "You have reservations?"
"None my lord."
"Then when we are finished here, you will report to the University on High. Take a few days there first to relax and enjoy all that made you love Pho-Boteth the first time. After that, seek out Roh'ath rduap. I will return to Eirdred with news of your transfer. Welcome to the world of the bei'thal. I look forward to your progress."
"Thank you."
The two continued until the sun had climbed high enough to overtake the sad pale face of the daytime Major Moon, though they did so in silence. Though they had started out with Vaughn pointing the way, whatever magic the art of the bei had helped him accomplish had faded before their breakfasts had been fully digested and Keubroc had to be relied upon for his more traditional tracing methods.
Although Vaughn bei'thal did not miss a step and followed the younger man easily, Keubroc could sense a weariness from him that he had not had in the days prior. His breathing was just slightly more labored. His stride just slightly more rigid. Keubroc did not know when the bei'thal would be back up to normal, but he was beginning to understand why the ritual he had performed could not have been performed every night.
So tired was the bei'thal that when Keubroc stopped in his tracks suddenly, he nearly crashed into the man.
Keubroc turned to Vaughn and covered his lips with his fingers, indicating a need for silence. With the melody of woodswalking footsteps removed from their ears, suddenly the two could hear a diverse harmony of woodpecker chirps, goshawk caws and the scurries of ground dwelling rodents. They also heard for the first time the slight hacks and coughs of an unknown in the distance.
Vaughn pointed to the nüdwuob's armor and motioned his thumb away and Keubroc easily understood the gesture. Carefully, they both removed their plates of armor and lowered their rucksacks to the ground. Padded leather and a solitary blade make for less noise than steel and straps.
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
What if you're wrong?
The prominent atheist Richard Dawkins was asked at some point in the past, "What if you are wrong?" His answer, of course, was brilliant, but I have an answer of my own.
"What if you're wrong?" asks the student.
"What if I'm wrong?" I reply, "What if you're wrong? What if all this time, you have been living a life riddled with guilt regarding the natural lusts and desires of your body for no good reason? Hating yourself without reason or rationale? What if all this time you have been placing your sense of natural awe and wonder of the world and the universe into a man-made vessel, causing your curiosity to short circuit and placating you with simplistic explanations to truly fascinating and complex possible discoveries?
"What if they are wrong and their children die needlessly, and cruelly because they thought some figment of their imagination was telling them that a life saving blood transfusion is a sin?
"What if she is wrong and she stays with her abusive husband because she thinks a fabricated sky father would rather see her beaten to a pulp daily than face the prospect that she might find happiness in another?
"What if those parents are wrong, and they send their child into a spiral of doubt, confusion and self-loathing because they find out the child is gay?
"What if you are wrong and all this time your faith is merely a byproduct of your family, your ancestors some time back being subjugated and forced or duped to convert? What if your made up deity is nothing more than the continued shameful exploitation of you and yours by the descendants of those who abused your ancestors in the past?
"What if you're wrong and all this time you have been praying to a god who isn't there, when you could have been communicating with those who care about you, and getting the love and support you really needed.
"What if you are wrong and all this time you have been living in a bubble of man's fabrication, unable to see the world for what it truly is, painting the rich color palate of reality with a set of 8 crayons?
"What if you are wrong, and you have put your heart and energy into something that does not exist? What if you are wrong and you took this one life we have, the only thing we are sure of, and squandered it away by suffocating yourself in fantasy?
"What if you are wrong and your faith in an afterlife was nothing more than a tragically unmet need that you haven't been able to make peace with the facts of life and death? What if your delusion has prevented you from ever being able to truly cope with the fact that you will never see your loved one again?
"What if you are wrong and all this time you were waiting for god to deliver happiness to you for your piety, you never stopped to realize that you hold that power within yourself?
"If you wish to discuss the potential consequences of a lack of faith, you must first examine the potential consequences of faith."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beYYZRN1sEs
"What if you're wrong?" asks the student.
"What if I'm wrong?" I reply, "What if you're wrong? What if all this time, you have been living a life riddled with guilt regarding the natural lusts and desires of your body for no good reason? Hating yourself without reason or rationale? What if all this time you have been placing your sense of natural awe and wonder of the world and the universe into a man-made vessel, causing your curiosity to short circuit and placating you with simplistic explanations to truly fascinating and complex possible discoveries?
"What if they are wrong and their children die needlessly, and cruelly because they thought some figment of their imagination was telling them that a life saving blood transfusion is a sin?
"What if she is wrong and she stays with her abusive husband because she thinks a fabricated sky father would rather see her beaten to a pulp daily than face the prospect that she might find happiness in another?
"What if those parents are wrong, and they send their child into a spiral of doubt, confusion and self-loathing because they find out the child is gay?
"What if you are wrong and all this time your faith is merely a byproduct of your family, your ancestors some time back being subjugated and forced or duped to convert? What if your made up deity is nothing more than the continued shameful exploitation of you and yours by the descendants of those who abused your ancestors in the past?
"What if you're wrong and all this time you have been praying to a god who isn't there, when you could have been communicating with those who care about you, and getting the love and support you really needed.
"What if you are wrong and all this time you have been living in a bubble of man's fabrication, unable to see the world for what it truly is, painting the rich color palate of reality with a set of 8 crayons?
"What if you are wrong, and you have put your heart and energy into something that does not exist? What if you are wrong and you took this one life we have, the only thing we are sure of, and squandered it away by suffocating yourself in fantasy?
"What if you are wrong and your faith in an afterlife was nothing more than a tragically unmet need that you haven't been able to make peace with the facts of life and death? What if your delusion has prevented you from ever being able to truly cope with the fact that you will never see your loved one again?
"What if you are wrong and all this time you were waiting for god to deliver happiness to you for your piety, you never stopped to realize that you hold that power within yourself?
"If you wish to discuss the potential consequences of a lack of faith, you must first examine the potential consequences of faith."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=beYYZRN1sEs
Monday, October 21, 2013
Chapter 11 - Part VII
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It was near twilight when Vaughn first heard the snaps and creaks of delicate twigs lying on the forest floor, but he was far too gone in a trance to offer the noise any attention. Keubroc, when he reached the clearing Lord Vaughn had set up for their camp, said not a word as mild breezes made their way through the openings and joints of his light armor. The subtle chill of late warm tide was just barely eking its way through the woods in the darkness.
Vaughn hummed quietly. He had since removed his plate armor and underlying tunic leaving his hairy chest bare while he sat on his knees in a near trance. Before him lay two twigs and some earth collected in a pile. Focused in on these objects, he then removed a vial of a silvery purple, noxious liquid which he poured over the dirt. With his bare finders, he kneaded the liquid into the dirt, forming a pasty dough of mud. Only the slightest twitches from his furrowed brows indicated to Keubroc that the man was starting to feel uncomfortable. Sweat began to bead at his bare forehead and his breathing became labored and heavy.
Vaughn's substantial hands then took a clump of the mud and pressed it into his sternum. Keubroc looked in closely as he smeared it up to his collarbone, then his neck underneath his grizzled beard. By now, his hum had turned into a desperate sounding groan and Keubroc took a subconscious step back when the man crumpled to the ground.
"My lord!" he cautiously made his way over the stones and moss to the prone man but when he saw his naked chest rising and falling he relaxed in urgency. He fell to his knees and tried to rouse the Yibouhese lord, shaking the man's shoulders. In a few moments, Vaughn's eye's flew open.
Coughing loudly, he muttered, "This is work better suited to a bei. Damn them for not giving me another one."
"Lord Vaughn?" Keubroc asked.
Vaughn grunted in approval. The City Enforcer was curious, but never lost his spirit as a soldier as to question him outright.
"Help me up." and Keubroc complied, pulling the now sweaty middle aged man to his feet. The bei'thal blinked once and Keubroc was certain that he saw a glint of purple flash through the man's eyes. "The tracks are hers, of that we can be sure."
"My lord?"
"You cannot see it, but I have augmented the soil to reveal who has touched it, and if that person is our prey. I have done this by weakening the properties of the soil, forging it against the fire of my will, to melt it and shape it to my desires. And through this, it tells me that it it was her body that passed through the woods. There is no other sending us to alternate ends while she makes her escape.
"This is the art of the bei."
"The compromised?"
"Exactly. Because no change anyone can impact comes without a cost. For every action, for every product, the raw material that goes into it must be forever altered.
"Consider the iron ore that once was used to forge your sword. It served a purpose at one point. Perhaps not purposes of our design, but it was perfect for holding up a mountain, or marking a trail. And though now you have gotten a new use for this iron ore, it isn't suitable for its previous tasks. Can you slice a man with a lump of rock? Can a sword make up the foundations of a building."
"No sir." Keubroc admitted.
"And so we lose something when we enact the compromise. This soil will never again host tree or brush in our lifetimes. It may even poison a field.
"Draining too, this is." he sighed in exhaustion, "I do not think I can repeat it again for days. A measure of purple oshieph was my stove; without it my will would do little more than warm the air around me. But the fires of the bei'thal are never meant to burn too hotly. We exist to reign in these raw powers. Now, a bei would have an easier time of it, as they have already been forged to hone their focus. The bei'thal direct them how to use it."
"A keeper of the compromised, and the compromised. Then there are those who have been reforged, changed from one thing to another?"
"Yes. People are the iron ore that make up the bei. They become bei. And for their sacrifice, they learn how to shape other people and objects to meet the needs of the Empire."
Keubroc stood impassively with this new information, questions being satisfied yet not completely. If a person is forged into bei, do they still remain a person? But this was not the time to ask. "Then I suppose there is a reason why I am learning all of this?"
"Indeed Nüdwuob Keubroc. We have been watching your progress at the Augur over the past few minor moons. Your skills in battle and in tracking. The way you handled the interviews with the nobles after the explosion at the Archne Estate. You've clearly outshined even your superiors, particularly Wuob Corheab. His incompetence likely tipped off the former Lady Archne, giving her some sense that the Augur, and maybe even the Empire was casting new scrutiny to their actions. We might have avoided this whole mess if that man hadn't the brains of a frightened rein."
Keubroc nodded silently, his face cast in stone.
"But you can do something Keubroc. You have the skills we need to keep peace in the land while advancing ourselves as a civilization. We would like to train you in the art of the bei, help you learn how to manipulate and control the power that the hordes of the Keepers leak into our world."
"To leave the Augur then?" answered Keubroc curtly, as was his fashion.
"For the time being. For training. To have a permanent bei'thal stationed at the Augur would be immeasurably useful. A permanent bei too; we get in trouble when we cart bei around the world. And I think I have in my mind the perfect candidate for you. Hopefully she is being trained as a bei even as we speak." Vaughn mused, half to the nüdwuob, half to himself. "If you love your country, if you honor your Empress, if you want to see peace throughout the land, you will consider this offer strongly. As I have said, the bei'thal can accomplish what swords and shields often cannot."
"You offer me much. Yet I would not be doing proper respect to the position if I did not consider my options carefully before making an answer." replied Keubroc, rubbing the black stubble of his face while trying to stifle a yawn. The stars had already made their appearance a few hours prior.
"It is careful planning and mature forethought that we treasure among the bei'thal. Please, sleep on it. We can discuss this more tomorrow night. I will need and answer before our mission is through of course, but please use me as a resource to help you make your decision.
"I will see you in the morning," Vaughn pulled aside the top layer of his bedroll, "I suspect we are near our quarry."
"Thank you Lord Vaughn," Keubroc caught himself, "Vaughn bei'thal. You have given me much to think on."
It was near twilight when Vaughn first heard the snaps and creaks of delicate twigs lying on the forest floor, but he was far too gone in a trance to offer the noise any attention. Keubroc, when he reached the clearing Lord Vaughn had set up for their camp, said not a word as mild breezes made their way through the openings and joints of his light armor. The subtle chill of late warm tide was just barely eking its way through the woods in the darkness.
Vaughn hummed quietly. He had since removed his plate armor and underlying tunic leaving his hairy chest bare while he sat on his knees in a near trance. Before him lay two twigs and some earth collected in a pile. Focused in on these objects, he then removed a vial of a silvery purple, noxious liquid which he poured over the dirt. With his bare finders, he kneaded the liquid into the dirt, forming a pasty dough of mud. Only the slightest twitches from his furrowed brows indicated to Keubroc that the man was starting to feel uncomfortable. Sweat began to bead at his bare forehead and his breathing became labored and heavy.
Vaughn's substantial hands then took a clump of the mud and pressed it into his sternum. Keubroc looked in closely as he smeared it up to his collarbone, then his neck underneath his grizzled beard. By now, his hum had turned into a desperate sounding groan and Keubroc took a subconscious step back when the man crumpled to the ground.
"My lord!" he cautiously made his way over the stones and moss to the prone man but when he saw his naked chest rising and falling he relaxed in urgency. He fell to his knees and tried to rouse the Yibouhese lord, shaking the man's shoulders. In a few moments, Vaughn's eye's flew open.
Coughing loudly, he muttered, "This is work better suited to a bei. Damn them for not giving me another one."
"Lord Vaughn?" Keubroc asked.
Vaughn grunted in approval. The City Enforcer was curious, but never lost his spirit as a soldier as to question him outright.
"Help me up." and Keubroc complied, pulling the now sweaty middle aged man to his feet. The bei'thal blinked once and Keubroc was certain that he saw a glint of purple flash through the man's eyes. "The tracks are hers, of that we can be sure."
"My lord?"
"You cannot see it, but I have augmented the soil to reveal who has touched it, and if that person is our prey. I have done this by weakening the properties of the soil, forging it against the fire of my will, to melt it and shape it to my desires. And through this, it tells me that it it was her body that passed through the woods. There is no other sending us to alternate ends while she makes her escape.
"This is the art of the bei."
"The compromised?"
"Exactly. Because no change anyone can impact comes without a cost. For every action, for every product, the raw material that goes into it must be forever altered.
"Consider the iron ore that once was used to forge your sword. It served a purpose at one point. Perhaps not purposes of our design, but it was perfect for holding up a mountain, or marking a trail. And though now you have gotten a new use for this iron ore, it isn't suitable for its previous tasks. Can you slice a man with a lump of rock? Can a sword make up the foundations of a building."
"No sir." Keubroc admitted.
"And so we lose something when we enact the compromise. This soil will never again host tree or brush in our lifetimes. It may even poison a field.
"Draining too, this is." he sighed in exhaustion, "I do not think I can repeat it again for days. A measure of purple oshieph was my stove; without it my will would do little more than warm the air around me. But the fires of the bei'thal are never meant to burn too hotly. We exist to reign in these raw powers. Now, a bei would have an easier time of it, as they have already been forged to hone their focus. The bei'thal direct them how to use it."
"A keeper of the compromised, and the compromised. Then there are those who have been reforged, changed from one thing to another?"
"Yes. People are the iron ore that make up the bei. They become bei. And for their sacrifice, they learn how to shape other people and objects to meet the needs of the Empire."
Keubroc stood impassively with this new information, questions being satisfied yet not completely. If a person is forged into bei, do they still remain a person? But this was not the time to ask. "Then I suppose there is a reason why I am learning all of this?"
"Indeed Nüdwuob Keubroc. We have been watching your progress at the Augur over the past few minor moons. Your skills in battle and in tracking. The way you handled the interviews with the nobles after the explosion at the Archne Estate. You've clearly outshined even your superiors, particularly Wuob Corheab. His incompetence likely tipped off the former Lady Archne, giving her some sense that the Augur, and maybe even the Empire was casting new scrutiny to their actions. We might have avoided this whole mess if that man hadn't the brains of a frightened rein."
Keubroc nodded silently, his face cast in stone.
"But you can do something Keubroc. You have the skills we need to keep peace in the land while advancing ourselves as a civilization. We would like to train you in the art of the bei, help you learn how to manipulate and control the power that the hordes of the Keepers leak into our world."
"To leave the Augur then?" answered Keubroc curtly, as was his fashion.
"For the time being. For training. To have a permanent bei'thal stationed at the Augur would be immeasurably useful. A permanent bei too; we get in trouble when we cart bei around the world. And I think I have in my mind the perfect candidate for you. Hopefully she is being trained as a bei even as we speak." Vaughn mused, half to the nüdwuob, half to himself. "If you love your country, if you honor your Empress, if you want to see peace throughout the land, you will consider this offer strongly. As I have said, the bei'thal can accomplish what swords and shields often cannot."
"You offer me much. Yet I would not be doing proper respect to the position if I did not consider my options carefully before making an answer." replied Keubroc, rubbing the black stubble of his face while trying to stifle a yawn. The stars had already made their appearance a few hours prior.
"It is careful planning and mature forethought that we treasure among the bei'thal. Please, sleep on it. We can discuss this more tomorrow night. I will need and answer before our mission is through of course, but please use me as a resource to help you make your decision.
"I will see you in the morning," Vaughn pulled aside the top layer of his bedroll, "I suspect we are near our quarry."
"Thank you Lord Vaughn," Keubroc caught himself, "Vaughn bei'thal. You have given me much to think on."
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Chapter 11 - Part VI
A thin column of sunlight peered directly through the gaps between translucent green leaves of maples and oaks. It bounced directly off of the shiny plate of silvery steel that adorned the man Keubroc as he knelt in the warm hummus of the forest floor.
"Clearly, we do not track a lynx." his tall companion noted, looking around at broken branches and trampled brush.
"No, clearly not. She was an Eirdred native, perhaps she'd never even seen outside the walls of the Red City before the last Minor Moon." he dipped his hand into the soil, feeling for the moisture that would have pooled in the foot print from the prior week's thunder storm. "She went this way perhaps three or for days ago. No longer than that. I am sure."
"If that is so, I'm surprised she yet lives. These forests may be tamed, but they are still forests."
"Yes, that is curious, Lord Vaughn." Agreed the man as he stood to face the Empire man.
"I'd appreciate your insight SecondSword." the bei'thal continued, "We have zigzagged from a beeline heading due west to abrupt 120 degree angle turns to the north east, and then back again. We've nearly avoided every village, until we made a 180 degree turn to the east right to the heart Vokdren, and since then we've gone through every village in a northwest line."
"Where exactly does this woman think she is headed?"
"Is that the correct question?"
Keubroc paused in thought. "I see your point." he considered, "Perhaps we are giving her too little credit."
"Perhaps. Tell me, what do you know of the alliances of former Lady Archne? What had Augur scouts learned of over the years?"
Keubroc scrunched dull tan lips on his smoothly shaved bronze face for a second in contemplation, "She is a bit of an unknown. From what we've gathered, she used to run some type of upscale consort service in Nogrem District for several years and that is probably how she first met the late Lord Archne. We don't know much of her associations before that point."
"It's too bad you do not have one of us working from within the Augur." Vaughn mindlessly stroked his dark goatee struck with occasions of grey.
Keubroc pondered, "One of you?" He smiled. "Surely Lords and Ladies of the University have better things to do than bide their time within the Augur."
"Surely they do."
"But you seem to enjoy our company enough. So perhaps your Lordship is a bit of a misnomer. Yet I can attest no knowledge of your calling."
"Nor would you. We are a little secretive. But we have ways of finding things out and using that information to prevent catastrophes such as these."
"That is an interesting concept."
"Perhaps you would be interested in learning more?"
"We have enough to do simply keeping her Wisdom's peace in the city." With a smile, he squinted, his sandy brown eyes liquefying against the rays of the sun. When Vaughn did not respond, he returned to the topic at hand, "It's possible that she is being helped, that there are others making tracks for her benefit. She did not have many friends inside the city.
"Nogrem has at best an ambivalent opinion of her. It may be her home district, but nobody of any importance knew her as anything more than entertainment. The Tsituls have historically loathed House Archne second only to House Nogrem. She may have had friends among the Trik. Records indicate that Horleih Trik visited the Archne estate not a minor moon ago to renegotiate bee keeping agreements on Trik farms. Subsequent interviews indicate the old man appeared horrified and shocked at her explosive exit. But perhaps outside the city?"
"The rural lords."
"Yes, I don't know the extent of her interactions with them. She traveled rarely." Keubroc admitted, shaking his head.
"What ties might have the late Lord Archne had with the rural lords?" Vaughn probed further.
"Ah, that's right. The Lot House I believe has its origin with the Archne House. It is perhaps a 300 year old connection, but I suppose that is a connection. Parent houses usually make a trip every other tide or so to reconnect with their daughter houses. I don't know how well the Archne House kept up on this tradition."
"So we might be dealing with Reinfeld. That's over a minor moon and a half away by foot. Keubroc, head back to Vokdren to deliver a letter. I will have Gregor head to Reinfeld to investigate Thenae Lot and his household to assess that connection. In the meantime, I will set up camp here. I have an idea on how to determine if these tracks are hers or if they are made to throw us off."
"As you will Lord Vaughn. I shall return shortly." Raising his ungloved hand to his head, he touched his forehead lightly and gave the bei'thal a short nod in deference.
"Clearly, we do not track a lynx." his tall companion noted, looking around at broken branches and trampled brush.
"No, clearly not. She was an Eirdred native, perhaps she'd never even seen outside the walls of the Red City before the last Minor Moon." he dipped his hand into the soil, feeling for the moisture that would have pooled in the foot print from the prior week's thunder storm. "She went this way perhaps three or for days ago. No longer than that. I am sure."
"If that is so, I'm surprised she yet lives. These forests may be tamed, but they are still forests."
"Yes, that is curious, Lord Vaughn." Agreed the man as he stood to face the Empire man.
"I'd appreciate your insight SecondSword." the bei'thal continued, "We have zigzagged from a beeline heading due west to abrupt 120 degree angle turns to the north east, and then back again. We've nearly avoided every village, until we made a 180 degree turn to the east right to the heart Vokdren, and since then we've gone through every village in a northwest line."
"Where exactly does this woman think she is headed?"
"Is that the correct question?"
Keubroc paused in thought. "I see your point." he considered, "Perhaps we are giving her too little credit."
"Perhaps. Tell me, what do you know of the alliances of former Lady Archne? What had Augur scouts learned of over the years?"
Keubroc scrunched dull tan lips on his smoothly shaved bronze face for a second in contemplation, "She is a bit of an unknown. From what we've gathered, she used to run some type of upscale consort service in Nogrem District for several years and that is probably how she first met the late Lord Archne. We don't know much of her associations before that point."
"It's too bad you do not have one of us working from within the Augur." Vaughn mindlessly stroked his dark goatee struck with occasions of grey.
Keubroc pondered, "One of you?" He smiled. "Surely Lords and Ladies of the University have better things to do than bide their time within the Augur."
"Surely they do."
"But you seem to enjoy our company enough. So perhaps your Lordship is a bit of a misnomer. Yet I can attest no knowledge of your calling."
"Nor would you. We are a little secretive. But we have ways of finding things out and using that information to prevent catastrophes such as these."
"That is an interesting concept."
"Perhaps you would be interested in learning more?"
"We have enough to do simply keeping her Wisdom's peace in the city." With a smile, he squinted, his sandy brown eyes liquefying against the rays of the sun. When Vaughn did not respond, he returned to the topic at hand, "It's possible that she is being helped, that there are others making tracks for her benefit. She did not have many friends inside the city.
"Nogrem has at best an ambivalent opinion of her. It may be her home district, but nobody of any importance knew her as anything more than entertainment. The Tsituls have historically loathed House Archne second only to House Nogrem. She may have had friends among the Trik. Records indicate that Horleih Trik visited the Archne estate not a minor moon ago to renegotiate bee keeping agreements on Trik farms. Subsequent interviews indicate the old man appeared horrified and shocked at her explosive exit. But perhaps outside the city?"
"The rural lords."
"Yes, I don't know the extent of her interactions with them. She traveled rarely." Keubroc admitted, shaking his head.
"What ties might have the late Lord Archne had with the rural lords?" Vaughn probed further.
"Ah, that's right. The Lot House I believe has its origin with the Archne House. It is perhaps a 300 year old connection, but I suppose that is a connection. Parent houses usually make a trip every other tide or so to reconnect with their daughter houses. I don't know how well the Archne House kept up on this tradition."
"So we might be dealing with Reinfeld. That's over a minor moon and a half away by foot. Keubroc, head back to Vokdren to deliver a letter. I will have Gregor head to Reinfeld to investigate Thenae Lot and his household to assess that connection. In the meantime, I will set up camp here. I have an idea on how to determine if these tracks are hers or if they are made to throw us off."
"As you will Lord Vaughn. I shall return shortly." Raising his ungloved hand to his head, he touched his forehead lightly and gave the bei'thal a short nod in deference.
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