The Fractured Sky (8 page)

Before Myshik’s eyes, she melted into the shadow and vanished.

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Tauran rested upon his favorite protrusion of stone, high above the Lifespring. He sat a pace away from the edge, leaning back against a towering pinnacle of rock pointed skyward like a poniard. A tumbling waterfall roared next to him, emerging from a cleft in the cliff face and plunging over the side of the protrusion, out of sight.

“We should be inside!” Micus said, shouting to be heard. The other angel sat next to Tauran, huddled against the spire of rock, trying to avoid of the worst of the wind. “Why in the Hells are we out here in this?”

Tauran ignored his friend and crawled toward the end of the protrusion. The howling, lashing storms whipped the spray from the churning torrent, peppering him with a fine, cool mist. The dampness made the stone beneath his hands and feet slick. The wind tore at his tunic as if it wanted to rip him from the precipice and carry him away. Ignoring the gale, Tauran reached the edge and peered over.

It was a long drop.

The spire behind him rose as the tallest, most impossibly thin peak in a high, sharp ridge of jagged, jutting stone. The ridge formed a deep basin surrounding the Lifespring on three sides. Most days, the waters shimmered in golden sunlight, a tranquil pool of divine healing magic. That day, they churned and frothed in a blue-gray maelstrom covered in whitecaps.

Tauran could barely see the distant shore, where the water spilled over a lower lip of the ridge to other basins even farther below. Remnants of clouds, shredded and reformed by the whipping wind, slashed across his view, giving the whole plane an eerie, translucent look.

Tauran crawled back to his friend. “Do you remember the first time you asked me about diving off here?” he asked Micus. “Right before I began teaching you how to do it?”

The other angel frowned but nodded. “Yes,” he replied. “Right before we tried to save that marilith’s child. What of it?”

“Do you remember what you asked me that day?”

Micus shook his head. “Something about why you did it. But it was a long time ago.”

Tauran nodded. “That’s right. I told you that I did it to remind me that the easiest path is not always the right one, and that I must remain vigilant against complacency. Right?”

“I suppose so,” Micus answered, his face filled with doubt. Then his eyes widened. “You’re not actually planning to—you must be mad!”

Tauran held his hand up, gesturing for his old friend to relax. “No,” he said. “I’m not mad. No diving for either of us today.”

Micus sagged back in relief. “Good,” he said. “Because if you tried, then I’d know you had lost your way.”

“That’s just it, though,” Tauran said. “I feel like what I face right now, with Aliisza and Vhok, is just like diving off this precipice. The easy thing would be to remit them to the High Council, let them lock the fiends away, and move on to other things.”

“Sounds like a fine plan to me,” Micus said dryly. “And the one I’m advising you to go with.”

“But don’t you see? That’s the easy path. It’s the safe path. I don’t think it’s the right path.” Please understand me, old friend, he thought. You of all my companions might recognize what I’m trying to say.

Micus was silent for a moment, then said, “Sometimes, we need others, wiser than ourselves, to tell us which path to follow. Sometimes, like young children, we try to climb over boulders in the road, rather than go around them. Why does every path have to be hard?”

“They don’t,” Tauran admitted. Tyr knows I wish this one weren’t so hard. “But diving off these rocks was supposed to remind me to stay vigilant against growing complacent. That means recognizing when the harder route is the right one.”

Micus sat without speaking for another moment. “It sounds as though you’ve already made up your mind, Tauran,” he said at last. “You’ve already decided what you’re going to do, and nothing I say will change your decision.”

“Perhaps,” Tauran said. Yes, he admitted to himself. I have.

“Then what do you want from me?” Micus asked. “What purpose can I possibly serve by sitting out here in this wretched storm?”

I need you to believe in me, Tauran thought. I need you to tell me that I’m not trying to dive off this cliff right now. Because that’s what this feels like. “I just wanted you to understand that I’m clear headed, steady in my faith,” he said aloud. “I just wanted you to know that I believe in my heart that something is profoundly wrong with the universe right now, and I can see it, even where others cannot.”

“Tauran,” Micus said. His voice was odd, almost warning his friend. “I can’t support what I don’t believe in. We have existed with Tyr’s laws for millennia, and they have served all who dwell within this realm quite well. Right now, at this moment, when so much else is in turmoil, is the very time to uphold them. That is how they endure, how we survive.”

“I know,” Tauran said, suddenly feeling very tired.

“You want to bend one rule, and then another, and another. You claim that it’s because you see some catastrophe on the horizon, and you intend to stop it, but what if the very catastrophe you envision is the result of your own misguided transgressions? What if some calamity does befall the House, and it all could have been avoided if you had just adhered to the rules?”

Tauran held his hands up in despair. “It is always possible,” he admitted. “I cannot foresee the outcomes any better than you.” That’s why I feel like I’m standing on the edge of this maelstrom, ready to throw myself over. “But every way I look at this, I see the same thing. Every part of my body just feels that I am right.”

It was Micus’s turn to throw his hands up. “We are not creatures of gut instincts and intuitive guesswork, Tauran. Watching you place so much emphasis on ‘feelings’ troubles me more than anything. As far as I’m concerned, the path is clear. There is no deliberation necessary. The law is the law, and we are bound to abide by it.”

Tauran nodded, staring at the wet rock before him. “I understand,” he said. He felt a great sadness wash over him. “You would handle this differently. I had hoped you would see my viewpoint, had hoped that all these years of diving together from this point had allowed us to share some common insight. I guess it is not to be.”

Micus reached out and placed his hand upon Tauran’s arm. “I’m sorry, my friend. I do see the value in what you taught me, but vigilance can only carry one so far. Powers much greater than ourselves have both the wisdom and insight to guide the rest of us, and we have the wisdom—and the responsibility—to be guided. If you doubt, turn to Tyr. He is mysterious, but he will not lead you astray.”

Tauran smiled. How can you be so sure? he thought. “I hope you are right,” he said.

Micus rose up onto his knees. “Do not stay out here much longer, my friend,” he said. “This storm seems to grow worse by the moment.”

“I won’t,” Tauran promised. “See you in a while.”

Micus stood and launched himself into the tempest. Fighting the winds, he flew off, leaving his friend alone to contemplate.

Tauran frowned as he watched the other angel grow small before vanishing within a cloud bank. The storm is going to get worse, he thought. Much, much worse.

Micus had not been gone long when another angel arrived

at Tauran’s ledge. She swooped up from below and hovered for a heartbeat or two, then she settled in the spot where Micus had stood only a moment before. She reached out to steady herself against the buffeting winds.

Tauran started at her arrival, then he smiled and stood. “Eirwyn!” he said. “I hate it when you do that.”

“Oh, you do not!” she replied. “You’re very glad to see me, and you know it.”

She looked older than Tauran, her bronze skin crisscrossed with wrinkles. Her merry eyes twinkled with genuine friendship as she smiled. Her long, flowing hair hung down in a single braid over one shoulder. It gleamed silver in the cloudy day.

She went straight to Tauran. “You look very tired,” she said, embracing him.

I am tired, he thought. Bone weary, as the mortals say. “I’m better now that you’re here,” he said. “What’s brought you?”

The elder deva adapted a look of mock indignation. “Why, Tauran! You wound me! Think you so little of my divination skills that you would doubt my ability to know when and where I am needed?”

Tauran laughed, gladness filling him for a moment. “You divined that I would be here?” he asked.

“No, I did not expect to find you here,” she answered. “I merely augured that I would be needed here, at this time. As usual, I was right.” She hugged him again, then pulled back to stare the angel squarely in the face. “What troubles you?” she asked.

Tauran looked away and felt the full weight of his worries. “I don’t know,” he said, watching the storm-tossed clouds roil around the two of them. “I fear that I am losing my way, Eirwyn,” he said, returning to gaze earnestly at her. “No one

seems to see what I see, the menace that seems to be gathering in the House. Not even Micus shows any grasp of the threats I fear.”

Eirwyn sighed. “This feud between Tyr and Helm has upset the balance. The sooner they settle it, the better off we’ll all be.”

For a moment, they sat together unspeaking, with only the roar of wind and waterfall filling their ears. The moment stretched out, became a bit uncomfortable. Tauran wanted to share more, but he fretted that he was about to cross a threshold from which he could not return.

“You can tell me, Tauran,” Eirwyn said at last. “It won’t hurt my feelings. We’ve been friends too long to let this feud come between us.”

If only it were that benign, Tauran thought. He smiled slightly. “It’s actually the opposite,” he said. He drew a deep breath before proceeding. “I believe Tyr has lost his reason.”

Eirwyn drew her head back a bit when she heard the angel’s words. She scrutinized him for several heartbeats, until he began to fear that he had misjudged her. I thought she would understand better than most. But maybe—

“That’s a dangerous thing you say, Tauran,” the elder deva said. “Most within the House—or at least the Court—would not take kindly to hearing those words.”

“Believe me,” Tauran said, “I know. I dare not blaspheme that way in front of”—he cast a quick glance in Eyrwin’s direction—”anyone less sympathetic to the notion.” He saw her smile slightly then. “But I believe it,” he continued, “and furthermore, I think I can prove that Cyric has his hand in it.”

Eirwyn gave a small gasp. “You don’t really have a good grasp for building support for your ideas, do you?”

Tauran’s chuckle felt mirthless. “It would seem not,” he said. “And yet, I’m about to go before the High Council and argue that very thing.”

“Tauran!” she said, admonishing him. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

Tauran sighed. “Perhaps,” he said. “But if I’m correct and do nothing, then I fear I have committed the greater crime. The risk I take in revealing my suspicions pales in comparison to the repercussions if I am right.”

“What leads you to believe this?” she asked.

Tauran explained what he knew of Aliisza, Vhok, and Zasian.

When he was done, Eirwyn sat very still. Finally, she rose to her feet. “What you claim is very serious, Tauran. But my divinations did not lead me here to talk you out of your plan. Of that I am confident.”

Tauran stared up at her, waiting to see what she would say next. What he thought he had lost in Micus, he hoped against hope he had gained in Eirwyn.

“I am going to meditate on this,” she said. “And when I have more information, I will seek you out again. Perhaps I have a part to play in this.”

“Thank you,” Tauran said, rising to face her. “You’ve given me renewed strength to see this through.”

Eirwyn held up her hands to forestall his gratitude. “I cannot promise that I will be able to offer you much,” she said, “but I will do what I can.”

“That is all that I can ask,” Tauran replied. He hugged her then, thankful for her friendship.

When he stepped back, her gaze bore into him. “Be very careful, Tauran,” she said. “You will make many enemies revealing these theories. The High Council of Tyr is a dangerous entity to rile.”

Tauran nodded. “I know,” he said. Then he drew a deep breath. “But I am due to appeal before them any moment, so I must go. Thank you again.”

Eirwyn smiled and vanished. A moment later, Tauran departed too.

Neither of them had noticed the lantern archon flitting nearby, hiding beneath the protrusion upon which they sat. Having heard the entire conversion, it vanished, too, hurrying with a heavy heart to report to Micus of Tautan’s treachery against Tyr.

Aliisza sat on the bed and wished Kaanyr would stop pacing. The cambion had been at it since the two of them had been brought to her chambers—at least, she assumed they were hers. It felt as if only a day or so had passed since she had last been there, and she had to keep reminding herself it had been eleven years. She wondered if anyone else had spent time here. That thought mildly annoyed her.

What’s the matter with me? she thought, growing more agitated. I’m acting like I want to stay here.

On the contrary, the moment two of the dog-headed creatures had escorted the pair to her chambers while Tauran and Kael departed to attend to other matters, Aliisza had grown restless. Certainly, the foreboding sensation of being trapped again unsettled her. But the alu knew it was more than that.

Tauran and Kael’s departure had stirred feelings of… regret.

I didn’t want them to leave, Aliisza realized. Am I so loath to face Kaanyr alone? Or is there more to it?

“I’ve been going about this all wrong,” Kaanyr said, disrupting her thoughts. “I’ve been fighting this the whole time. I should know better.”

“Fighting what?” she asked, thankful that he had deigned to come out of his brooding to speak to her.

“The angel’s hold over me. His plans. All of it.”

“Yes,” she said.

Kaanyr stopped pacing and turned to look at her. “What is that supposed to mean?” he asked, scowling. “You never just agree with me lately.”

“Only because you’ve been making no sense lately,” she countered. “You have been acting the fool, revealing your every emotion, reacting instead of scheming. You have not been the Kaanyr Vhok I thought I knew.” Does that Kaanyr Vhok even exist? she wondered.