Until someone gave answer.
Rhulad had stopped speaking, as if growing aware that something was happening among his followers, something that had nothing to do with him and his newfound power. He rose suddenly from the chair. ‘This gathering is done. Hannan Mosag, you and your K’risnan will remain here with me and the Empress, for we have much to discuss. Udinaas, bring to Mayen her slaves, so that they may attend her needs. The rest, leave me now. Spread the word of the rise of the new empire of the Edur. And, brothers and sisters, see to your weapons…’
Please, someone, give answer to this.
A dozen paces from the citadel a figure emerged from the rain to stand in front of Udinaas.
The Acquitor.
‘What has he done?’
Udinaas studied her for a moment, then shrugged. ‘He stole his brother’s betrothed. We have an empress, and she does poorly at a brave face.’
‘The Edur are usurped,’ Seren Pedac said. ‘And a tyrant sits on the throne.’
Udinaas hesitated, then said, ‘Tell the First Eunuch. You must prepare for war.’
She revealed no surprise at his words; rather, a heavy weariness dulled her eyes. She turned away, walked into the rain and was gone.
I am a bearer of good tidings indeed. And now, it’s Feather Witch’s turn…
Rain rushed down from the sky, blinding and blind, indifferent and mindless, but it held no meaning beyond that. How could it? It was just rain, descending from the sky’s massed legion of grieving clouds. And the crying wind was the breath of natural laws, born high in the mountains or out at sea. Its voice promised nothing.
There was no meaning to be found in lifeless weather, in the pulsing of tides and in the wake of turning seasons.
No meaning to living and dying, either.
The tyrant was clothed in gold, and the future smelled of blood.
It meant nothing.
BOOK THREE
ALL THAT LIES UNSEEN
The man who never smiles Drags his nets through the deep And we are gathered To gape in the drowning air Beneath the buffeting sound Of his dreaded voice Speaking of salvation In the repast of justice done And fed well on the laden table Heaped with noble desires He tells us all this to hone the edge Of his eternal mercy Slicing our bellies open One by one.
In the Kingdom of Meaning Well Fisher kel Tath
CHAPTER TWELVE
The frog atop the stack of coins dares not jump.